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soaps-hoe-141 · 1 year

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Back Together

Part 31

Pairing: Soap x Ghost

WC: 4.6k

Synopsis: Oh shit he's remembering things

Warnings: Brief mentions of past torture and rape

The car ride felt like a lifetime. His mind was hyperfixating on the memories of being so pissed off he could barely think, the screams he remembered turning his throat sore while dogs tore apart his body, Ilya doing the same thing with his knife. He only wished the man had stopped at his body, instead he’d kept going until his mind had fallen apart as well. Every thought pounded in his head, his eyes shut tight against the light filtering in through the window while Ghost drove. It all played on repeat, drowning him in a sea of pain and misery.

“Soap?” Ghost’s voice cut through the waves and he glanced over at the man. There was a worried look there but he stayed focused on the road for the most part if only to ensure they didn't crash into the median.

“No, you don’t get to do that. Not to me, not right now. Christ Ghost,” he shook his head and looked up at the blue sky, anger pulsing through his mind. “We can talk when I get back, but you don’t do that to me, never again.” And then he’d left him standing there on the tarmac, staring after him and for what? To go spend weeks in a snow covered forest and even miss Christmas with his family for yet another year. He remembered being upset about it, leaving Ghost behind and being unable to finish their conversation, he knew he had wanted to stay then and discuss what it was Ghost was never supposed to again. But the anger and the need to flee some act he’d felt was committed against him outweighed those feelings nearly tenfold, a sense of almost betrayal at Ghost’s actions. And his family he’d known would be upset he was missing again for yet another year. He remembered thinking that there would be other Christmases, other holidays he would be able to see them, other days. There nearly hadn’t been.

The Scotsman looked down at his hands and answered quietly, “You aren’t going to ask me what happened Ghost? In there I mean, with command.”

He saw a shrug in the corner of his eye before Ghost rumbled out, “Figured you’d tell me if you wanted to. Whenever you were ready.”

How could this man have warranted anger like he’d felt, the hurt that had coursed through him nearly as thick as his blood? How could Ghost make him hurt so bad when his patience, his loyalty, and his friendship seemed so undoubted now? The man hadn’t left even for a day at the hospital, he’d been there every fucking second. Why couldn’t he just fuckin remember? He poked and prodded at the mesh that kept his memories from him, the voice in his mind, the dead man, begging him to stop but his begging fell on deaf ears as he kept trying.

His fists clenched, the tendons in his hands sending pain up his arm before he finally got his mouth around to answering Ghost, “They showed me the video, the footage of when I was taken. I remembered some things you know.” He could barely see it, just the slightest hint of his shoulders lifting beneath his shirt that gave away the tension he so obviously felt, “Apparently the video from that reporter made it out somehow, I saw you break the camera so thanks for that one I guess.” His mind was still bouncing around from thought to thought, bringing him back to the memory as he asked, “Why haven’t you ever asked me what happened in that factory? In between the videos I mean. What Ilya didn't show the world?”

Ghost swallowed, he could see the bob of his throat even through the thick fabric of his balaclava. It took a second before the big man finally answered, “You never asked me what happened when I was held captive. Didn’t want to make things worse for you I guess. Wouldn't want someone poking around where I didn't want them.”

Soap nodded quietly, opening a fist to run his finger over the scar on his palm, the memory making it ache before he said quietly, “They locked me in a room. No light, pure baltic, had me soakin wet. Left me in there til I was half dead with the cold, till I couldnae feel anything on my body. Not until they came back anyway, then they’d shoot me up with something that felt like fire inside ya. Warmed me up too quick, I wanted to tear my own skin off my body, couldnae stay still even when they were beating me for it. Made my heart race and my head pound but they needed me to be able to feel. Otherwise what was the point, you know?” Blue eyes shifted to the man who was silent, catching a wince in those eyes. “They waited too long one time. Don’t know what they were planning to do but they cut the tape on my feet so I kicked one of them in the nose. I never saw him move after that. I was almost out, almost free, had the other big bastard knocked out but they hit me over the back of the head with something.”

There was a pause, a lull in the conversation while Soap tried to reign in the fear of retelling his memories and Ghost remembered the man that he and Konig had found dead. “We saw him dead when we were clearing the factory.”

Another quiet moment prevailed, both of them taking in the silence as the truck rumbled beneath them. There was a slow nod from Soap as he continued, “Yeah that was Alexei. Ilya told me I killed him before he put the screws through my hands.” He swallowed hard, fingers reaching up to pull at the black mask he’d slid back over his face when they'd gotten into the truck, pulling at the hem to ensure his face was still covered. A hollow comfort he’d found in the black fabric. “By that point I couldn’t remember barely anything though, I was losing myself I think. When the camera turned off he stuck a metal rod to my back, burned the fuck out of me I don't even remember how many times. The worst part though? It made me hungry. How do you smell your own burning flesh and get hungry, Ghost?” He felt a sob trying to claw out of him, but forced it back down, blinking a couple times to clear his eyes before he ended up bawling in this man’s passenger seat.

The man beside him cleared his throat before answering, “They were starving you Soap. The mind will do anything to keep itself alive.” Eyes burned him until he finally looked up, catching sight of the hazel depths he wished he could live in for the rest of time. He’d be safe there, that he knew for a fact.

Finally the Scotsman managed a nod, “I guess. It was then I really started forgetting I think. I couldn’t remember anyone, their faces. The team’s faces. I didn’t have anybody to keep me going then, I just knew I was going to die alone and I didn’t want anyone to see that. I knew that I wasn’t me, if that makes sense.” He glanced up to find Ghost giving him an understanding nod and a voice in his mind whispered, ‘He knows better than anyone else ever could.’ There was a feeling that made it very clear the voice was speaking the truth, only Ghost knew what he was feeling right now. “After they stopped the recording, when the gun went off Ilya,” the name drew a shiver from him still whenever he spoke or heard it. “Ilya left me with that man you found me killing. He- He uh,” the words refused to come out. No one had been privy to this information yet, not a single soul on the hospital staff and not even command when they'd been pressing him for information.

There was another strangled sob in his throat that he disguised as a cough as the memory lit up his mind. “You don’t have to tell me if you aren’t ready Soap,” fucking Christ why did he have to be so patient. It made him weak, made him feel fragile when all he wanted was to feel like a force of nature again. To be the man he'd seen in that footage earlier, unstoppable even on the brink of death, “I’m sorry that you had to go through that, all of it. Especially alone.”

The words had his chest tightening before he sniffed quickly, wiping the tears before they spilled. He wasn’t going to cry, not now. Soap knew that he had to be able to recount his experience, and no one made him feel safer, like he could tell them without judgment, than the man beside him. Memory of anger or not, he knew Ghost cared about him enough that he wouldn’t feel ashamed the second he said it. “The man you and Konig found me with. When Ilya left he, uh, he raped me, Ghost.” There it was, and when he looked up he saw an even expression staring back at him. Hands tightened on the steering wheel turning his bare knuckles even whiter than they already were. “More than once.” His stomach twisted painfully at the memory watching the Lieutenant’s reaction and fearing the worst.

Ghost only gave him a quiet nod and answered, “I’m sorry. We should have been there sooner and I’m sorry for that.” The emotions licked at the edges of the dam, threatening to spill over. Threatening to cut straight through the thick walls he’d been steadily building.

When he turned his eyes back to the road the shame still burned. Admitting that another person had violated him, and another man at that, made his skin crawl, the memories surging around him not helping in the slightest. "It wasn't your fault. I killed that one too but you already knew that." He saw Ghost nod, glancing up when the truck turned sharply into the parking lot of an apartment complex. He still didn't remember the place, his brows furrowing as he tried to recall the information. "What's this?" He turned a questioning look towards Ghost.

The big man gestured with a nod, "Your apartment complex. You live right up there." When Soap turned his eyes up, looking at the place with even more confusion, the big man asked, "Do you not remember it?"

His head shook and Soap answered, "This place doesn't look right. Doesn't feel like home. Are you sure?" Blue eyes shot to the driver who gave him a quick nod in answer. Soap sighed and shrugged, "Maybe I'll remember when we get inside then." He opened the door and headed for the stairs, hand digging in his pocket for the set of keys he had. Ghost was right behind him as he climbed the stairs slowly, a woman passing by them and giving the both of them a weird glance before hurrying past not wanting to get mixed up in whatever they were doing.

Soap stopped when Ghost cleared his throat, turning to watch the man glance at the door he'd passed. He stared at it for a long moment before surprise found his eyes, "Oh! Oh right. Sorry." He slid his key into the lock, trying to turn it though it stuck, not wanting to respond properly. A sheepish look found his gaze as he glanced up sideways at Ghost muttering again, "I'm sorry," pulling the keys out of the lock they fell to the ground. "Shite, I'm sorry," his voice was beginning to wobble, the emotions of the day threatening to drown him once more. He reached down picking the set of keys up and trying again, and still the door stayed stubbornly locked in front of them. "Fuck, I-I’m sorry."

"It's ok Soap, let me try," the large hand reached out for the keys which the Scotsman readily handed over. When the key still wouldn't turn even for the big man they glanced at one another. "It's alright come on," Ghost motioned for him to follow as they headed back down the stairs to the office on the first floor.

A skinny middle aged man opened the door when the Lieutenant knocked. "Um, what can I do for you?" He was looking between the both of them obviously confused as to why they were at his door right now.

Ghost lifted the keys in his hand, "Doesn't work." The man's brows furrowed and the Lieutenant clarified, "Apartment 307, key doesn't work. Last name MacTavish"

The landlord's brows rose then, seemingly surprised, "You mean the young man from the news? John MacTavish? He's dead and his lease was up. No one ever came to collect his things so we gave someone else the lease."

Hollow, that was how he felt. Not even his name could break through that shell that he'd been building to protect himself from something like this. Blue eyes fell to the ground, missing the heat of anger that flared in Ghost's eyes before the big man asked, "So then where are his things? What'd you do, throw them out?"

The man answered quickly, seeming to fear his demise at the behemoth standing in front of him, "N-No sir. We sold them to a second hand store down the road. The furniture was still good and they agreed to take the personal items as well so they just came in and cleaned out the apartment. Clothes, furniture, everything."

Ghost was staring hard now, and when Soap looked up he could see the rage just barely contained there. Rather than let it burst out on the man he tugged at the dark shirt he was wearing, getting the attention of those hazel eyes and muttering, "Let's go Ghost." It was hard to control the tears welling up now as he turned and headed back for the truck. He was so tired, he'd been through PT, an interrogation by his own commanding officers, and now this shit that was all just snowballing at this point. When he finally made it back to the black truck, leaning against it for a moment to rest his leg, everything was starting to spill over.

When the other man came around his shoulder, worried eyes looking down at him he couldn't take it anymore. He shot forward, arms wrapping around a thick torso as his body shook with quiet sobs, hiding his face from the Lieutenant, hiding his shame and his fears and his tears. They flowed freely now, unstoppable as the dam shattered inside him. Everything he'd had to deal with, every emotion he'd been subjected to since his capture, every ounce of pain that ripped through his body every time he fucking moved found its way onto the black shirt Ghost was wearing. The scent of pine enveloping him in a cocoon, protecting him from the rest of the world as arms wrapped hesitantly around his back. The big man was unsure still, worried he might just make things worse but when Soap's face pressed into the valley between his pecs and his body came flush with the other muscled frame they both sank into the touch. "Hey Johnny it's ok shh."

That nickname should have made him flinch, should have made him want to get away, but it didn't stop at the first four letters of his name. 'Johnny.' Memories surged from behind the fraying mesh that had been holding them at bay. Pouring into his mind with cruel intent. 'Johnny, we're Johnny. Only Lt calls us Johnny.' The dead man spoke in his mind and not even the well of his tears could stop him from sputtering out, "Only you call me Johnny, Lt."

Face still buried he felt arms pull him closer, a chin resting on the top of his head as the man whispered an answer, "That's right Johnny. No one else, just me." The Scotsman could only manage a nod, the sobs retaking their hold on his stuttering breaths.

------- (Ghost POV)

He was barely holding it together. Ever since he'd squatted behind that door listening to Soap's panic attack through the door he'd barely been keeping hold of his own emotions. Never, in a million years, would he have thought that this man, this Scotsman he'd once been so exasperated by, could take over his mind so completely. This man, his Scotsman, could bring him so close to the emotional edge that he was nearly tipping into the boiling volcano that were his feelings. Soap was clinging to him so tightly it was nearly squeezing the breath from his lungs and all he could think was, ‘Fuckin finally’.

Ghost couldn't believe it, the Sergeant was actually touching him. Seeking comfort in the embrace that had been glaringly absent until now. His own arms were wound tight around him, providing the safety and comfort that Soap was so desperately searching for. Nothing could have pulled him away from this moment. Relief was washing over him while he finally got to touch him again after fearing that he’d never get the opportunity to do so again. He only wished it was under better circumstances, that this wasn't merely a bandage for the open wound that he knew was in Soap's heart right now.

It wasn't until those sobs finally faded, and the salty tears that were soaking the front of his shirt were beginning to dry that the face buried in his chest finally pulled backwards. He lifted his chin, glancing down into azure hues he'd once feared that he'd never see again. "Better Johnny?"

There was a slow nod before the strained voice answered, "Much, Lt."

"Then let's go get your stuff back," they separated slowly. Soap had to take a moment to regain his balance with his stiff leg before he headed around the truck to the other side. They both climbed in, the Lieutenant reaching forward to turn the radio on quietly knowing that the Scotsman had always preferred it to the quiet of riding.

He felt eyes watching him, for once it was him who a hole was being bored into. “I remember some things Ghost,” there was a quiet glance in the direction of the other man before he gave a low grunt, questioning what it was. “I remember that I nearly died when we fell out of a plane,” he nodded along quietly letting the Scotsman recount his memories in his own time. “I remember the city where we found Suheil. You and I, we were partnered up together. I killed a kid in the stairwell,” he saw the eyes fall down to his hands, both of them remembering the child they’d seen hiding underneath the stairs. “But we saved Konig,” a bit of the light came back in his eyes, “We saved someone at least. So we do save people?” The azure eyes found him again and Ghost gave another quiet nod, feeling a bit of relief when he saw the Scotsman take a deep breath.

When the truck pulled into the parking lot the big man parked and turned to look at Soap in the passenger seat. “We do save people Johnny, and you’re not a bad man. You gave that boy a quick death, it was better than what he was going to get otherwise.” The Scotsman nodded slowly, still sorting through the memories that were coming back before he cleared his throat and nodded towards the store, “Come on, let’s go get your stuff?”

The store was small, and for the most part devoid of other patrons. The young girl behind the register didn’t even look up when they entered, not until the two men neared and her eyes blew so wide he was afraid they were about to pop out. She blanched at the both of them until Johnny asked, “Hey did you pick up some things from an apartment complex recently? Furniture, clothes, some personal things?” The poor teenager was eyeing them both now, gaze flicking back and forth between them. Completely unable to answer the two men both wearing balaclavas like they’d just come straight from a bank heist or something.

It wasn’t until an older woman came out from the back that someone actually spoke to them, “Oi! Can I help you two with something?” Both of their heads turned to find her as she walked their way, “Well? Can I?”

Ghost looked down at Soap, staying quiet now that the Scotsman seemed to be feeling a bit more like his talkative self. “Yeah, I’m trying to find my things. The apartment complex down the street sold all my stuff to ya and I was wondering if ya could help me find it.”

The woman glanced between the both of them before asking, “You mean the apartment they hired us to clean out cause that kid didn’t renew his lease?” Soap gave her a quick nod in answer, “We’ve sold just about everything already. The furniture some university kids got and the clothes went to one of those homeless shelters, doubt you’ll ever get either of those back.”

His face fell, Ghost could see the light that had been reignited beginning to dim again and it hurt him deeper than he ever thought it could. In that place that he still wasn’t sure was real, the soul that lived only when Soap was around to make it so. It was that dying light he could see in his eyes that finally had Ghost speaking up, “What about the pictures and things? The personal stuff that you took.”

It took her a moment as she tried to think and then she gave them both a shrug, “I’m not sure really. I’m sure some of it is still back there but I haven’t been able to do inventory yet this week.” Soap took a step back, eyes casting down to the floor so lost in his mind again Ghost knew he’d have done anything to stop his racing thoughts. The woman got around to it first though, “If you want you can go have a gander lads. Please, just don’t steal anything, yeah? We sell things to people who need them ok, we barely make ends meet as it is. You promise you won’t steal anything and you’re free to go have a look.”

Azure eyes lifted to her and the Scotsman gave a quick nod, “Thank ye, ma’am. I appreciate it, I really do.” The light returned and he felt at ease once more, giving the woman a quick nod as well as she led them into the back where countless things were strewn about haphazardly.

They both moved slowly into the backroom as the woman disappeared with a cart of things to fill the shelves of her small store. Ghost looked around at everything and then gestured towards the other side of the room, “I’ll take one side, you take the other?”

Soap gave him a slow nod, “Aye, sounds good to me Lt.” And so they split up, one of them going one way and the other heading off to the far side. They cleared the room not unlike they swept through buildings when they were training. It was careful and methodical, both searching for anything that might have belonged to the Sergeant before being ripped from his apartment indelicately.

He was rummaging through a stack of books when the one next to it fell over. Hazel eyes widened, “Fuck,” he muttered quietly as he began to restack them neatly like they had been arranged before he’d messed them up. When he turned to pick one up though he froze, staring down at a sketch of himself, well of his mask anyway. His hands froze, hovering over the sketch and feeling a sense of deja vu, like he’d done this before. Seen drawings he wasn’t supposed to have seen.

It took a few moments to compose himself before he reached down to pick up the sketchbook that was sitting open to the world now. He swallowed hard, flipping through the pages slowly. Every single one was of him, standing on the tarmac with his helmet on about to ship off at General Shepherd’s command. In the downed helicopter while they were fighting for their lives and those of the rest of the team stuck inside with them. When they’d found the missile container and had to report it to that traitorous American bastard. He flipped through them with greedy eyes, heart racing in his chest and feeling emotions finally after holding them at bay for so long now.

He’d almost lost this man completely, and he had lost a part of him in that factory that he doubted he’d ever get back. Ghost had refused to let himself think about it until now, until Soap had cried into his chest shaking in his arms. That had nearly broken him then and there, but this? This was breaking him, cutting through him so easily he didn’t even feel the tears on his face until they were soaking into the balaclava and falling onto the pages.

He flipped to the last page, staring down at his face, eye black still covering his eyes and scars drawn so prominently. It was before they’d gone after Graves when he’d first taken off the mask in front of Soap. He lifted a clenched fist to his mouth, shoulders hunching as he fought to control himself. Soap had nearly died, he had lost himself in that factory and he hadn’t been able to stop it, hadn’t even been able to comfort him. And now here he was lying to the poor man, hiding their relationship and their fight like an idiot.

“I felt like I was intruding on your privacy so I stopped drawing.” The Scotsman’s voice was quiet behind him. It was Ghost’s turn to feel like a mess though, voice caught in his throat and refusing to turn around to meet the eyes he knew were on him now. Soap came into view at his side then, fingers running over the drawing lightly before he turned to look up at him. “It felt wrong to draw your face without your permission, Simon.” A strangled sound ripped out of his throat then, it was the first time he’d heard his name come out of Soap’s mouth since he’d been back.

The big man turned slowly, afraid he might do something hasty if he wasn’t careful, afraid that he’d end up hurting Soap even more than he already had. He didn’t have to make the first move though, that was what Soap was good at, he always had been. Arms slipped around his torso and his reaction was immediate and instinctual. Ghost pulled the masked face against him, his tears soaking Johnny’s shirt this time.

“I’m so sorry Johnny,” he felt like he was losing himself in the scent of sandalwood and trying to drown himself in it. It’d been absent for so long he had been certain he’d never get to breathe it in again. “I missed you so much sweetheart.” His fingers curled into the muscle of his shoulder, hanging on for dear life as he tried to ground himself with the weight of the man in his arms.

Soap’s fingers rubbed into his back slowly before he whispered back, “It wasn’t your fault, Ghost.” A soothing noise came from the Scotsman before he whispered again, “I missed you too, m’eudail.”

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Chapter Seven: Oh? Oh.

March

And I've still got the Converse that I wore the day we met. I'm running out of reasons not to do it all again. So, if I showed up at your doorstep, would you turn me away? Or would you care to see a stranger whose eyes are still the same? Take me or leave me I'm going home, but I'd rather be going your way, so would you love me now? Take me back to when we were young again, darling. Would you love me now? After everything would you let me in and love me now?

-”would you love me now?”, Joshua Bassett

The weather in Salt Lake pushed dreary days into March. The snow was piled high, but full of dirt and dead leaves. The air still felt cold and unwilling. Ricky was desperate for a bit of sunshine, because he wanted nothing more than to be outside on his skateboard to think. The skatepark ended up being a lot less helpful than he wished; relentlessly reminding him of the time he saw Gina there. The time she first believed in him. It was like the ghost of her faded in and out on the steps every time he tried to make another glide down the ramp. As much as he wanted to shake the thought of her for even a second, he felt powerless to her.

It had been two weeks since Ricky and Gina did their full run through of “Rewrite the Stars”, but this was another memory that took precedence in his head. He couldn’t stop thinking about Jenn clapping softly at the end, saying their performance was "beautifully tragic”, and then Gina running off the stage after. Over and over again, the ghost of Gina was everywhere Ricky went. The coffee shop, the skatepark, his house, the school, the theater- he couldn’t erase the part of his life that made him better, even when she tried to run.

Surprisingly, Gina’s “disappearing act” wasn’t very convincing. She used to be really good at making herself sparse when she was upset, but Ricky began to notice her around more and more in March. She still refused to talk to him, but she wasn’t avoiding the groups he would hang out in either.

Ricky couldn’t blame Gina for that, though. His friends were her friends and she had every right to them as he did. It took their friends a little while to catch on that things weren’t well between the two of them, but from what Ricky gathered, neither Gina nor him had called it a break up.

Not until today, when Big Red asked Ricky to come over and play video games after school.

Ricky was sitting on Red’s basement chair, sipping on a Root Beer, when Red handed him a controller and asked, “you two are really broken up then, huh?”

Ricky didn’t know why Red’s question had caught him so off guard. If he was in their position, he would probably think the same thing. But there was that line in the sand... the one that he (and possibly, Gina) seemed to be the only ones to notice wasn’t there.

“I don’t know if we are, Red,” Ricky tried correcting him as he clicked some buttons on his controller.

“It’s been nearly a month and you two still don’t talk to each other. Normally, it seems like we can’t tear you guys apart. I’m pretty sure the last time I remember you guys being happy was.... the Sweetheart’s Dance?” Big Red reminded Ricky, before clicking the TV on with a remote. He flopped down in the giant chair next to Ricky.

Impressed with Red’s memory, Ricky asked, “You remember that far back?”

“Ricky, I’m your best friend. I notice”.

Ricky was touched.

“Wow... that means a lot,” Ricky commented, shaking his head. He was secretly glad Jet wasn’t there; Ricky knew he’d be keyed up hearing this conversation.

Red smiled. “A month just seems like a long time to not talk to your girlfriend over something. When Ashlyn and I were dating, our fights didn’t last longer than a week or two”.

“Not even when she was openly flirting with Maddox?”

“That’s just the thing, she was open about it Ricky. She was honest with me that there were feelings there. Maybe she wasn’t at first, but she came around. I was upset at first, sure, but in the end I understood. Not every couple is meant to be together,” Red replied, using his controller to gesture his thoughts.

“I know that. I want more than anything to be with Gina and I’m willing to make it work, in whatever way we need. But if she just doesn’t want to be with me anymore, I wish she would just say that. Honesty- like you’re talking about”. Ricky sighed heavily, reeling on what he had just said. The words felt unnatural and difficult to say. He never, ever pictured having this conversation about Gina. The only thing he could do next was stare blankly at his lap.

“Did she ever actually say that Ricky?” Red queried.

Ricky took a minute to think back on all of their conversations. The ring. The ring that had been haunting him since the performance. Why was she still wearing that? Ricky gave his back to Gina. That still didn’t make sense to him. He couldn’t think of a single time Gina had said she didn’t want to be with him. Ever. Even before they started dating.

I wouldn’t quit on us, if I wasn’t moving away, Gina’s voice echoed in Ricky’s head.

“No,” Ricky said, his thoughts spiraling out of control. Gina became his life force and now he was struggling for air. Every second he was reminded that he couldn’t just talk to her, hold her, was another minute closer to him feeling like he was going to go ballistic. His thoughts were becoming overwhelming; he needed to think about something else for a minute so he could clear his mind.

“Can we just... play some games for a minute? I need to think about something else,” Ricky clicked open the game on the TV.

“Sure, but can I just add one more thing?” Red asked sincerely. One thing Ricky appreciated about Red- he was always willing to speak his mind, but he did so tactfully.

“Go for it,” Ricky gestured with his controller, turning his head toward Red.

“Couples that are meant to stay together, will be together. Fate or whatever you want to call it. It’s why, no matter how hard it was, I was willing to let Ashlyn go. If we’re meant to be together, she’ll come back. If not, I’ll find someone new and better”. Red paused before adding, “that’s all I wanted to say. We can play now”.

Fate. The stars. Serendipity. These words seemed to have a chokehold on Ricky. Why did he have to wait for it to happen? What if fate wanted something else for Ricky? There was no one else he wanted. He wanted Gina. Even when he was dating Nini and Lily, there was this part of him that felt attached by some invisible string to her. It felt like their hearts were tethered by something stronger than the explainable.

Ricky went about his next week still pondering on everything that happened since the day of the “Rewrite the Stars” rehearsal and hanging out with Big Red. Every time he saw Gina, she still had her ring on. She was beginning to watch him more, from inside the classroom to theater rehearsals, he noticed her staring. She even said hi casually a couple of times as she greeted the rest of the group.

But it still wasn’t enough. She was still everywhere Ricky went, even only in his thoughts. He saw her pink converse every time he left the house, he saw her ring in each passing glance, and he even once thought he saw her at the coffee shop. He wondered if she knew she had a doppelgänger.

All of this thinking and reeling and hurting was starting to become too much for Ricky. On one particularly overcast day, toward the end of March, Ricky found himself in his room with his blinds closed. All he wanted to do was empty his head into his music. Ricky grabbed his guitar, music book, and pencil- ready to write. He pushed his sharpened pencil into the paper excitedly, led bits falling at the impact, but stopped immediately because his mind ran blank. It was the first time he hadn’t thought of Gina in weeks, but it was also the first time he hadn’t thought of anything. The one time he felt inspired to do something with all of his feelings- about Gina, graduation, his dad and Jenn- he came up empty.

Angry, he tossed his notebook (his pencil came with it too) at the wall. He placed his guitar down and set his head in his hands, too sad to be angry and too angry to be sad. Ricky gritted his teeth, as he began to pace around his room. He needed something. Anything. Anything to let the emotion out. It was consuming and enraging and he was shaking and sweating and-

And that’s when it clicked.

Ricky wanted to scream.

Ricky had thought about it in the past, but had never acted on it. Maybe it was because Zac told him to do it. Maybe it’s because it felt weird. Maybe it’s because it was a song he sang last semester when he was only starting to connect to his character. But this time, this time he felt ready to try.

So Ricky walked over to the window, fully pushing it open. A cold wall hit his face from the breezy air outside. He didn’t care who heard, he didn’t care how cold it was, he didn’t care if he sounded crazy. He wanted it to reverberate off of rooftops, for every bird to stop and listen for a second, for it to break through the clouds. Filling the air in his body from to stomach to chest, he reached his body outside and let out the loudest yell he could think of. Exhilarated and wild, Ricky went to his computer at his desk and started to play the song, “Scream” from High School Musical 3. He sang openly, feeling each morsel of his being connect with the lyrics:

The day the door is closed The echoes fill your soul They won't say which way to go Just trust your heart To find what you're here for

Ricky stood up before opening the door to his bedroom and stepping over the threshold, singing:

Open another door But I'm not sure anymore

It's just so hard

Ricky paused before pulling a cushion off the couch, tearing it to pieces. He threw the contents into the already lit fireplace:

Voices in my head Tell me they know best Got me on the edge They're pushin', pushin', they're pushin'

Ricky stared emptily at a photo of Mike and Jenn on the fire place:

I know they've got a plan But the ball's in my hands This time is man-to-man I'm drivin', fightin', inside of A world that's upside down

He was now in the kitchen, throwing down chairs, slinging hand towels off the oven, throwing forks and knives at the door, breaking the plates and glasses in the cupboard:

It's spinning faster What do I do now Without you? I don't know where to go What's the right team I want my own thing So bad I'm gonna scream

I can't chose, so confused

What's it all mean I want my own dream So bad I'm gonna scream

By this point he was fully invested in the song. Not taking a thought into his destruction. He sang the rest of the song as darted around the house, jumping on the couch, knocking over chairs, knocking a lamp off the side table, pulling clothes out of the hamper and strewing them everywhere as he looked for his orange sweatshirt:

I'm kicking down the walls I gotta make them fall Just break through them all

Ricky balled up his fist and punched a hole in the wall, his hand throbbing from the pain of a power he didn’t know he had:

I'm punchin', crushin', I'm gonna Fight to find myself Me, and no one else Which way, I can't tell I'm searchin', searchin', can't find a way that I should turn I should, to right or left, it-

It's like nothing works Without you I don't know where to go What's the right team I want my own thing So bad I'm gonna scream

Ricky sang as he unraveled every piece of the apartment, not caring about Mike’s reaction. He finally felt free- like all of the pent up energy had a release. Every lyric another confirmation of how he felt on the inside until he reached the end of the song:

I want my own thing I want my own thing I can't chose, so confused What's it all mean I want my own dream So bad I'm gonna scream

Even though Ricky had sang this song several times before, it was like the music had completely enveloped him this time. When it ended, he was surprisingly caught off guard. Ricky shook his head, bringing him back into the present moment. He was sitting back at his desk, in the same position he was at when he first played the song. He peaked his head out the door to see the house in the same condition it had previously been in. The song might have been a daydream, but the rest of his life felt like a nightmare.

It was time he decided what he wanted, once and for all.

Ricky picked up his notebook and pencil from the other side of the room and drew a line down the middle. On one side, he wrote “decided” and on the other he wrote “not decided”. Anything that was still not decided, he would take the time to figure out today. He was done being confused.

On his “not decided” column, he wrote:

-college

-what I’ll do after I graduate

-where I’ll live

When Ricky got to his “decided” column, he was only able to write one thing before his mind came up blank again:

-Gina

However this time, instead of staring blankly at the page and getting frustrated over having no other decisions again, he made a new course of action. He was going to get outside and ride it out, no matter what the weather. He put on his black converse and grabbed his skateboard, bolting for the door.

However as he was running, exhilarated and ready to decide, he nearly sprained his ankle at the foot of the door. It landed awkwardly on an object that had somehow made it’s way onto the welcome mat inside the apartment. Ricky thought it must have gotten kicked over when he or Mike had come inside for the night. His foot landed awkwardly on Gina’s pink converse.

And that’s when the floodgates opened. It was like Ricky had closed them to protect him from getting hurt, by Gina, by his family, by making a choice. He refused to acknowledge what has been there the whole time. Every moment he had with Gina, even before they started dating, avalanched their way into his mind. Slowly and discreetly, before pouring in- unstoppable.

Secret dates in coffee shops.

You’re a yes.

The days dancing and baking in the kitchen.

Serendipity.

Going over to her house every night to read her to sleep. All in due time. The fair. I’m not going anywhere. Me neither... at least not without you.

The promise rings. They’re promise rings. That way we promise to always come back to each other. All of the warm feelings Ricky couldn’t explain. I wouldn’t quit on us if I wasn’t moving away. Adventures in the woods. We’re a team. Real Campers Of Shallow Lake. I don’t do anything right the first time, Ricky. The night of Homecoming. I can’t believe I let Color Wars slip through my fingers.

The thoughts raced and raced and raced. Everything made sense. Every connection, every thought, every piece of the puzzle all started to come together. Ricky looked out the window and saw the sun bursting through the dark clouds.

He made the same break through.

“Oh”.

Ricky being ok if Gina went to New York and only caring about how he would stay in contact with her. Ricky not trying to control or manipulate the situation, even if he felt frustrated. He doesn’t always do things right the first time.

It was all Ricky could say out loud before grabbing Gina’s converse and running out the door. The houses and trees worked together to seamlessly blend in his peripherals as he picked up pace. The air whipped against his body, pushing faster to make it to his end destination quicker. The end destination was a couple neighborhoods over.

Ricky was sprinting when he realized what Gina meant to him. Every crash of his foot to the pavement was another reminder of what they did for each other. For so long he didn’t understand why Gina going to New York didn’t bother him- why he felt ok with long distance. He didn’t understand why being separated from Gina was hard, but he didn’t try to control or manipulate the situation. He didn’t understand why he and Gina worked so well together, being able to finish each others sentences and know what the other person needed without even asking. Until now. This perfect, beautiful metaphor for their relationship:

When Gina tried running from her problems, Ricky steadied her. When Ricky emotions ran wild, Gina steadied him. Gina was change; Ricky was stability.

Like converse to pavement.

Ricky ran and ran, the rain beginning to drip on his face in a light and refreshing way. He could feel the worry wash off him, because for the first time in forever, he finally knew what he wanted. As sure as the invisible string tethering them together, he knew.

His heart thumped harder in his chest as his breath showed in light puffs of air outside. The closer he made it to Gina’s house, the worse the weather became, but Ricky kept pushing through.

Cold beat across his face from the light wind and now heavy rain. He didn’t care. His surroundings were nonexistent now, a black backdrop with the light of her house shining at the end. He was going to get these shoes back to Gina.

He was going to get back to Gina.

Ricky finally reached Gina’s house, the rain dumping down on him in a thousand directions. He didn’t even take a moment to catch his breath- he only slowed down his running- refusing to stop until he accomplished what he came to do. Ricky jogged up to the front door of the familiar two story house and knocked loudly.

Silence.

He wondered if Gina couldn’t hear because of the storm outside. He knocked again even harder this time. Gina needed to know he was there.

More silence.

Ricky gave a sigh. Maybe she wasn’t there. He turned around, cold and defeated. Upset and frustrated, he began to make his way down the cement stairs, opening himself back up to the long walk home.

But then he heard a latch unlock the door.

Ricky spun around to see Gina, confused and bewildered. She was in an oversized shirt and sweatpants. A large headband holding back her hair in a top knot. She shook her head several times as if she couldn’t make sense of Ricky showing up at her door.

“Ricky?! What are you doing?! It’s pouring out!” Gina exclaimed.

“Oh,” Ricky said, panting as he looked Gina over. It was all he could muster out. Her confusion began to turn into... anger? Sadness? Ricky couldn’t tell.

“Oh?” Gina said, some water filling in her eyes. Ricky suspected that she was definitely upset.

“Oh”, Ricky said, more sure this time. “As in, ‘oh, that is why I’ve been feeling this way the whole time. That is why every time I’m with you, I feel this warmth in my entire body. That is why, every time I look at you, I’m reminded of comfort and home. That is why you push me to be better and carry me through my worst’.

“Gina, I’m in love with you,” Ricky confessed.

“Oh,” Gina echoed. Ricky began to wonder if they were going to do this all day.

“Oh?” He said, his sneaky eyebrow raising up again. Maybe his eyebrow was more keen than he gave it credit for.

“Oh. As in, ‘you came back’. I always knew you’d come back,” Gina said, tears now falling down her face. She didn’t need to say anything more.

“It’s why you left the shoes,” Ricky concluded her thought, breathless. He shook the pair of pink converse in front of her, splashes of water flying out.

Ricky couldn’t help it. Watching her cry, feeling as happy and as overwhelmed as he was, realizing it’s why Gina kept on her promise ring too- he began too cry to. Big, happy, beautiful tears. They masked themselves in the rain, but released all of the pain he had been feeling. Everything finally made sense. It was truly “all in due time”.

Ricky threw the wet shoes in Gina’s house and pulled her out into the rain. He began to kiss her passionately, over and over. Gina reached her hand up, pulling her hair now soaking wet hair out of it’s bun. They continued to kiss, releasing all of the tension and build up that had been fogging their lives.

Gina pulled slightly back from the kiss, putting her hands on Ricky’s face, and with tear-soaked eyes said, “I love you too, Ricky Bowen”.

They pulled each other in again, kissing until their lungs gave out.

Ricky finally spoke again- slightly yelling over the loud rain crashing on them and her house, “Gina, everything that I have done this last year was for you. It was always for you. You have dictated every move I have made in the best way. They were always my own choices, but I made them with you as my lighthouse. I never wanted to quit on us either. I’m not going to lose you. Not because you can’t walk away from me or because I don’t want you to go to New York, but because I want to make it work. I want to make us work. Because whether we try to or not, we will work out. We come back to each other every time”.

“Ricky!” She stopped him loudly over the rain, giggling.

“What?” He asked, a confused smile glued to his face.

Gina laughed even harder, her eyes squinting with glee as she said, “You got started”.

The couple were now fully bursting out in laughter, wiping away tears and water off of their own faces. They couldn’t stop laughing, even as Gina pulled Ricky’s face in again to kiss him.

Gina understood what Ricky meant, because he had one thing wrong this whole time: Gina’s love language wasn’t gift giving, it was words of affirmation. The song she wrote, the promises she made, the writing in the rings, and even the way songs affect her- it all made sense to Ricky.

Ricky was supposed to tell her he loved her first. That’s how she would know they were going to make their relationship work after graduation. That’s how she would know that he chose her back. That’s what she was waiting for.

Gina reached into her now soaking wet pocket and pulled out a small silver band. She took Ricky’s hand and slid the ring back on his pinky.

“How long have you been carrying that around?” Ricky shouted over the torrential rain.

“Since you took it off!” Gina yelled back, letting out her last few giggles.

Ricky wrapped his arms around Gina, picking her up and spinning her as they kissed one more time. After he set her down, Gina slid her pinky finger around Ricky’s. Their rings clanked together as she led him into her house.

Once inside, Ricky kicked off his water-soaked converse next to Gina’s... where they belonged.

He was finally home.

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Epilogue

Over the next month, the weather began to let up. The sun shined more often than not, giving Ricky a lot of time to spend outside with his friends and Gina. They savored their last moments together before the select few of them graduated.

The Greatest Showman wasn’t going to be until May right before graduation, so Ricky spent a lot of time with Gina rehearsing. He even helped write a new song for the show that Jenn took to immediately. All of the time on stage, being “Little Zac”, his passion for writing music, and having previous experience on TV made Ricky realize that he might want to do something involving the arts after he graduates.

Ricky finally told his dad that he was going to move to New York with Gina to pursue his dream of writing music for TV and stage productions. He also chose the option of trying to act in some of the shows that would use his music. He ended up giving Zac a call, telling him he was sure this was what he wanted to do with his career. Zac was so ecstatic to hear from “Little Zac”, that he pulled a few strings to make sure Ricky wouldn’t start off at nothing.

Broadway was creating a new play, The Chronicles of Narnia, in September and needed actors and music producers. Zac told them he knew a guy, Ricky Bowen, who could do both. Zac even said if they were lucky enough, Ricky’s girlfriend, Gina Porter would probably be willing to choreograph for the show too. And despite some hesitation from the producers, Zac was able to convince the producers to hire a couple of soon-to-be graduates to help with the show.

Mike reminded Ricky that he would be fine if Ricky left because now he had Jenn. They were going to get married that summer in July. Ricky would spend the first half of the summer in Salt Lake with Mike and Jenn, and after their wedding spend the second half with Lynn and Todd in Chicago. After that, he would get on a train and meet Gina in New York.

One late Saturday in April, before he and Gina went to rehearsal for The Greatest Showman, Ricky ran to his room to grab his skateboard. He was hoping to ride it that day. He went to pick it up from the side of his bed when he saw a notebook peeking out from the corner. It was opened to the page that had his list of “decided” and “not decided”. Ricky thought that it must have gotten kicked under there without him realizing it.

Ricky walked over to his desk and got out a pencil. Picking up the notebook and sitting on the edge of his bed, he scribbled out the undecided column completely. After that he added one more thing under the “decided” column. It now read:

-Gina

-What I’m doing after I graduate

“Ricky? You almost ready? It’s about time we go!” Gina called to his room.

Ricky grabbed his skateboard as responded, “coming!”

Once he made it to the front door, he slid on his black converse and crouched down to tie the laces on them. Gina giggled as she tapped his leg with her foot.

“Hey, we’re matching,” she noticed, her pink shoe peeking in the corner of his eye.

Ricky finished tying his shoe and stood up, giving Gina a quick kiss on the cheek before saying, “good”.

Gina grabbed her rehearsal bag with her dance shoes in it and held her right hand out, lacing it with Ricky’s. They began to walk to rehearsal, Gina’s dance bag in her open arm and Ricky’s skateboard in his.

Ricky thought about what Gina said before the school year. About how he was never the plan, but plans change. Maybe she was right- his plans changed. Even now, none of his life was part of the plan. Maybe before he met her, he was always going to be in Salt Lake. He was going to be fighting for a girl that didn’t want him back, unhappy with his dad, and alone with no friends but Big Red.

Ricky thought about how much he used to push change away. That new things were scary and they needed to be right the first time. That he would try to fit puzzle pieces where they were never meant to fit. However, Gina came in and changed everything in the best possible way. He never knew what to expect with her, but he willingly followed. He kept up with all of her paces.

Ricky finally realized that regardless of how many changes his life brought, he knew one thing with more certainty than anything else: Gina wasn’t a maybe. Gina was a yes.

#OCAP #Of Converse and Pavement #HSMTMTS #high school musical the musical the series #hsm #high school musical #rina week 2022 #rina #ricky bowen #gina porter #ricky x gina

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wolfiemcwolferson · 2 years

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I just finished my first draft for Fantasy Fic Fest and I’m still in a mood.

I had two ideas for FFF and one didn’t make the cut so I’m gonna write y’all a little snippet and ask if you’d want more? (Also I’m committed to academia Carlos and I won’t back down.)

Pairing: Carlando

The house was dirt cheap and that’s why Carlos rented it. He had been living in house shares and flats for 10 years and maybe the fact that this house was the same price as some of the studio apartments in town should have told him something, but he had allowed himself to be taken in by the original wood floors and the high ceilings and the landlord who was so desperate for someone to move in that he waived the security deposit.

Carlos moves in on a Sunday and his first day at the university is on Wednesday, but he’s not unpacked until two weeks later and that’s when he really starts to notice things.

Until then he had been able to brush it off. He didn’t remember putting his glasses down on the counter, but he couldn’t really remember where anything was since it was mostly boxes and clutter anyway. He doesn’t think he left his egg pan in the kitchen floor, but maybe he knocked it off in a rush and he just doesn’t remember because it’s been such a whirlwind of a new semester and a new school. And he’s really just not sleeping well. It’s the old house, he tells himself. He’s not used to old house noises. And neither is Piñon.

By the end of September, he has to admit to himself that something is wrong. He’s a man of science, but there is no scientific explanation as to why one room of his house is 30 degrees colder than all the others every though he bought a space heater for it. He doesn’t know why the office doors slam shut randomly. The things in the kitchen rattle incessantly if he leaves anything in the sink. Piñon shivers underneath his bed randomly.

He admits to himself that something is very wrong, but he’s embarrassed by it and doesn’t want to be seen as a kook by his colleagues so he keeps it to himself.

He goes to parties and dinners and faculty meetings and he says his new house is nice and full of character and when he agrees to host a group of PhD candidates for an award thing dinner with a catered meal, he doesn’t expect to learn that he’s living in the town’s haunted house.

It’s a tall PhD candidate named George who is wearing a fucking bow tie that leans over and says, “You know that ghost show on YouTube said once that they wanted to do an episode here. Since you’re on the most haunted list for the Northeast.” He looks supremely proud of himself.

Carlos barely keeps it together long enough to hand him a glass of tea and he’s barely out of the room when the tea carafe is tipped over and Carlos has to save it. Fucking haunted fucking house, of course.

After the students clear out, Carlos googles his own address and stares as result after result comes up and he reads in horror. Mysterious deaths. Suicides. Missing children. Hauntings. Carlos is so confused because the most that he’s experienced is his belongings being moved and a severe lack of sleep.

He clicks over to videos and there’s a clip of the cutest curly haired human being he’s ever seen in his life. He’s standing in front of Carlos’ house but everything is covered in snow so it’s not recent.

“And this is the ultimate. Cloaked in mystery and legend, no one has ever been granted permission to film inside, so we only have very limited data and a few photographs.” His adorable little Californian accent says.

Carlos is entranced and before he can stop himself, he’s looking at the YouTube channel - Lando. His name is Lando. And Carlos is emailing him with an attached picture of himself and Piñon on the front steps the day he moved in. He tells him that Lando is more than welcome to come and look around, but no cameras.

He shuts his laptop down, embarrassed that the draw of Lando was that great. He just needs to go on a date. Get laid. Stop thinking about beautiful YouTubers who make ghost shows.

He means to fall asleep immediately, but Piñon is shaking again and it’s very cold and maybe Lando does need to come and sort out the haunting.

#tiredtiredsharl #carlando #Carlos Sainz and the Haunted House #f1 fantasy fic fest

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Day 10 - Whistler

Turns out sleeping next to a river isn’t as calming as you might think, but the heavy rain helped drown it out a fair bit. The good news is, despite the threat of water coming from every angle, the tent thus far has kept us (and our stuff) dry! We have been especially careful to ensure all zips are closed, nothing is touching the sides and the outer layer is pulled away from the inside, but even so I’m surprised a tent that’s relatively easy to get up/down/pack away has been so good in the adverse conditions, wind aside! Today was a ‘free’ day after breakfast, meaning we could run riot around Whistler, but not before trying some of Megan’s doorstop pancakes, topped with the naughtiest sauce ever created; heaps of brown sugar mixed in with cream. My dentist would be screaming at me reading this blog, but he’s not got the link so, I may have also had a second drenched in Maple syrup. Once hyped up on sugar, G and I did a bit more washing and drying, because the tent may keep us dry when we’re in it, but we’ve spent a lot of time out in the rain and those clothes aren’t getting any cleaner or drier!

With our laundry smelling fresh and dry, we pinched a couple of bin bags from under the sink, dumped it in the tent and headed towards Whistler. We were going to take the bus, but it was running late and like most travels in these parts, the walk was scenic! As we approached the town of Whistler, we were both instantly charmed by its backdrop of misty mountains as we approached the arena that was once home to the Winter Olympics in 2010. It was easy to imagine the buzz that would have been around the area at that time as we made our way in to the town, where our first stop was a little bakery that goes by the name of ‘Purebread’. As this has been a guided tour we haven’t needed to refer to the travel bible aka the Lonely Planet, however this was one of their recommendations and it didn’t disappoint as the picture will attest! G got a couple of different flavoured scones and a coffee to wash them down, all of which is on par with Josie’s which for those that don’t know, is very high praise indeed! I also fancied a scone, but as a self confessed chocoholic also went for a thick cookie/blondie type thing and at last minute requested an ‘ultimate’ brownie, just to fact check that it lived up to the name (it did!)

Whistler has one Main Street that you can walk along with a few twists and turns off in to other parts. There’s a variety of sports shops, clothes shops, souvenir shops and bars, some of which had fire pits, that looked especially inviting as we plodded through the rain. But the pints would have to wait as we had a date with the zip lines. We were originally planning to do a hike, but were drawn in by the cool pictures on the website and suffered with a little bit of FOMO as the majority of the group were also doing it. We couldn’t book the 09:30 slot that they were on, but we did get on to the 12:30 slot, which meant we got to make some new friends, aka a German family and some Canadians, one or two which were local and hosting their friends. With harnesses and helmets fitted we made our way to the gondola led by Murray from Sydney and Jurge from Quebec, the latter was quite the character and responded to every thank you with “It’s a pleasure!”

This may be the first time I’ve been on a gondola, I vaguely recall going on something similar in Switzerland as part of the German exchange ‘06, but that was timid compared to this monster. We managed to squeeze 7 of us in one carriage as it cranked its way up through mist and cloud. In the winter months the mountain below would be covered in snow, with skiers and snowboarder tearing up the dust. But at this time of year it’s open to mountain and dirt bikers, some of which were very small but fearless! Murray said they do get bears on the tracks as he had one jump out in front of him last week. He then proceeded to show us a video of a mother and cub that had taken residence in his back garden earlier in the year for a few weeks. I’ve only had a glimpse of a black bear up a tree as we flashed past it early on in the trip. Thankfully Megan also saw it (as there was a car pulled over looking up) but had she not I don’t think anyone would believe me! Once we reached the top we trekked up to the zip line number one.

The Canadians stepped up first, including one which is afraid of heights, so kudos to him as we were bloody high up! As there were two zip lines we were able to pair up race against each other. The signage (that included a typo and hopefully wasn’t a reflection on their safety checks) suggested a cannonball shape = max speed. Being a fair bit heavier than G it wasn’t long down the line before those extra pancakes started to send me flying ahead. There was a downside to this however, as the rain was pretty heavy at this point and whipping me in the money maker before navigating a 180 so my back took the brunt. It was quite the adrenaline rush, although we peaked early doors as that was the longest/fastest of the zip lines that we’d be doing.

We made our way to 4 other zip lines dotted around the coastal rainforest, so we did end up doing a bit of hiking! It was a great way to explore the wilderness up high in Whistler, even with the waiting in between zips in the rain as the views were incredible and there was always a chance we might see something big and furry! At each platform our guides gave us a short spiel about the surroundings/atmosphere/nature, complete with a bit of show and tell, including a tree that had a huge bear claw scratch on it. The zip lines slowly took us back down to ground level where we could walk back to the start, get out of our gear and thank the guides for keeping us safe. As part of our package we received 20% off of the Irish pub across from the zip lining office, so off we tottered for a well earned pint and some grub.

The food was surprisingly good, as were the portions and it gave us a good chance to warm up and refuel before hitting the shops. On the way through Whistler village I clocked a classic Canadian piece of clothing that I quite fancied so off we went to check it out. I’d describe it as lumberjack meets thick warm fleece hoody. The first pleasant surprise was that it was on discount, the second is that over here I’m a Medium, so despite stuffing my face with the saltiest and sweetest of snacks, I’ve lost weight apparently. After much deliberation and after trying the various colours, including the red (which is the Canadian colour that I couldn’t quite pull off) I opted for a bluey type number. G was also tempted by one but didn’t want to get one that matched mine, so off we went to a few other shops. I was on the eye out for a white t-shirt to complete the look and G was on the hunt for a toque (beany hat) and browsing the stickers and magnets on offer. But there was a greater calling for G, a jacket like mine, so we went back again but she still wasn’t sure… until a third visit when she eventually picked one up in a men’s XS after trying various style and colours and has been wearing it ever since!!

After browsing the shops (some multiple times!) and having a final stroll along the Main Street we met up with some of the gang who were in a bar at the bottom of a very swanky hotel, but had a young clientele (except a few old boys playing pool!) we chilled for a bit, some of the girls played pool and I spent the time typing this same bloody blog entry! Our dinner destination was just next door, The Spaghetti Factory. It was a recommendation from the other G adventures tour group and to be fair it was alright, especially for the price! 3 courses for $25ish dollars! It was a lovely way to cap off the day before a walk back to camp in the rain. Standard!

Georgie’s highlight of the day: Should probably say zip lining, but the bangers and mash at lunch and Spaghetti Factory were pretty good!

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They're all saying it too we'll probably just get rid of everyone and it's our dream and they have escape vehicles that are real fast and that's how the gifted think lots of them. This is a video about Paul Dodos and he goes up and is horrified and it comes down everyone tells him his family's dead and he thinks she succeeds but really this goes on a little bit for months they go up to a space station and they have a skid vehicles to get to bigger ships which won't make it but they think they will And they are evil as hell and we went ahead and started killing them all today because a lot of them couldn't wait and they were excited because they've seen a lot of them die the Max knew that they would do it and so did we The Pseudo Empire is right behind them try to use them as a deception that messed up by them but they're proceeding anyways they're both very evil groups we need them to die this is gonna do it. She goes up in multiple trips but this is only one It was a very good heads up On how the max will behave and while this huge hardware is required we ran into it a lot back in the day and had to have tons of ordinance our ships here save so many lives it hurts and I got it from this little kid of ours and he knew it would work as he helped design them this is greatness what's happening a lot of people need to see it these people are very unintelligent but extremely dangerous then they can copy things and we need them going it's the end of the line for a lot of them and they kind of know it so gonna try this plan and that's Why would these people is kind of weird they started all racing for it trying to be the first one there to make themselves hate more to be desperate more and Mitch mcconnell figured out something if we didn't all do this I could have survived'cause my stick was I'm sticking in there with the act and it doesn't work and it does work the sun respects him for not falling and warping there's so many others it looks like the creature gets him but they're grabbing people there's probably gonna go to the pyramid and he says he's gonna do the job and he knows him in our zone says yeah each person has a decision then you made the right decision and we don't need the max snowing about us he's kind of laughing a little but it's not funny. This is gonna go on for a few months but the actions taper off in just a few weeks And the numbers become small then those guy next door is a rancid idiot go to a pig dude he's a complete moron and his act is like John Silver is an idiot just telling the kid off saying it's trampoline he's trying to fool him and ends up doing it with BJA in the end of the movie he dies and he says this it's like you told me we're fighting over nothing but we have to and that little kid got up and he's not real kid but he said and you're the one professional but I know what you mean you're the one perpetrating it but I know what you mean it can't be helped an opposition is not good... We are going forwards with a very clear conscience newspaper with exhausted our patients on purpose and have signed their fate

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jdidolau · 2 years

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331 - 337. jd reacts to pb bv ep 1

PHANTOM BLOOD BON VOYAGE EPISODE 1 REACTION/COMMENTARY

[footage of the last concert of the first leg of the DESTINY: RED STRING TOUR]

JOJO Waaah, the stage is huge!

DIO It looks even bigger because of the angle. Ah, right, I remember this. We were briefed in the car because we were supposed to buy flight tickets by midnight.

JOJO Our schedule was really tight back then, huh? I can't believe it's already been 3 months.

[ J: "Ah, I hope mine isn't too messy…"]

DIO …You didn't clean your apartment before this shoot, did you?

JOJO I wasn't expecting to film our apartments that day!

[ S: "It’s about to be 3 years since your debut, right?"]

JOJO Oh, right, this was about a month before our debut anniversary! It’s a shame the anniversary happened to be in the middle of the second leg of the tour. We had to film our celebration for it in the last week of July, but it was still nostalgic!

DIO Yes, you first joined the group in the beginning of August too, didn’t you, Jojo?

JOJO Did I?

DIO Yes. I remember it well. But you didn’t move into the dorms until a couple days later.

JOJO (laughs) I remember getting upset about that! I wanted to live with you… and the other members. It didn’t seem fair that I was the only trainee in the group that wasn’t in the dorms, simply because I lived near the company building.

DIO I remember you were messy back then too. It’s a wonder how Terence managed to put up with you as a roommate. At least when it was just the two of us in the dorms, I didn’t have to see the state of your room.

JOJO Hey! I wasn’t that bad! I was a considerate roommate! You can ask him!

DIO Hmm, no. (smirks)

JOJO Dio! (laughs)

[ D: “I’m done washing my face too, Jojo.”]

JOJO I knew you didn’t actually wash your face! (laughs)

DIO Only an idiot would actually do that with freezing cold water.

JOJO And only a spoilsport wouldn’t do some team bonding.

DIO Ah, yes, because potentially getting a cold or frostbite is a nice team bonding activity.

JOJO Don’t be so dramatic! It wasn’t that cold! (laughs)

DIO That’s because you emit heat like a godda…rn radiator, Jojo.

JOJO Pfft, I could’ve warmed you up, then!

DIO I’d rather just avoid getting too cold in the first place.

JOJO You don’t want my hugs, Dio?

DIO …I didn’t say that. Shut up and watch the video, Jojo.

[ S: “...and also a ride on the Nevis Swing.”]

JOJO Waaah, the swing! That was so fun!!

DIO It really was…

JOJO We should go again sometime. On our next vacation.

DIO I don’t see why not. We still have to see the aurora borealis too.

JOJO Yeah… (pouts)

DIO Chin up, Jojo. I told you we could just see it again some other time. Let’s just do something else this Christmas, alright?

JOJO (smiles) Alright…

[ S: “We’ve also planned some more relaxing activities for you two. Like stargazing…”]

JOJO Waaaah, look at that! They actually managed to get it on video! Aaah, I’m so jealous. I wanted to have a record of it too.

DIO We could always ask the producers for a copy of it.

JOJO It’s just not the same as taking it with my own phone!

DIO (chuckles) I can’t argue with that. It was truly awe-inspiring.

[ S: “Yes, you’ll be trekking up Mount Cook.”]

DIO Ugh. Even just thinking about that again makes me tired. Why did we agree to it?

JOJO It was fun though!

DIO It was so hot and bright out that day too…

JOJO I did end up carrying you, though! (laughs)

DIO Thank the gods you did, or else I would’ve expired in the middle of that path.

JOJO We couldn’t have that. (laughs)

[ S: “There’s also a helicopter tour…”]

JOJO Oh, I remember that! It was so beautiful up there! Playing in the snow with you was really fun, Dio!

DIO I don’t know why I let myself be dragged along with your childishness, Jojo.

JOJO Because you like it~ And it’s fun!

DIO …I suppose it was, yes.

[ D: “Lake fishing is supposed to be difficult.”]

JOJO (snickers)

DIO Shut up, Jojo.

JOJO I didn’t say anything~

[ D: “Let’s just go on another trip in the winter.”]

JOJO (sighs)

DIO (pats Jojo’s hand)

JOJO (holds Dio’s hand)

DIO (squeezes Jojo’s hand before letting go)

[ D: “**** ****!!! Ah... You startled me. Please cut that from the final~”]

JOJO BAHAHAHHAHAA!!

DIO (embarrassed sputtering) HEY! I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY KEPT THAT IN!

JOJO Oh my god, that was so funny… (wipes away tears)

DIO SHUT UP, JOJO!

JOJO Aww, it’s okay, Dio. You still look cute when you’re caught off guard~

DIO I’M NOT CUTE!

[footage of Jojo disappearing into his bedroom]

DIO Hah! I knew your room was a mess!

JOJO I’m still remembering how surprised you got earlier.

DIO PISS OFF, JOJO! (tries to shove Jojo off the couch)

JOJO (laughs and pushes back against Dio)

[ D: “Of course, fashion is still important, even when camping and especially when traveling.”]

JOJO You packed too many clothes, didn’t you? (smirks)

DIO ...I did not.

JOJO And yet you still wanted to buy more clothes when we got to New Zealand~

DIO We needed them! We weren’t warm enough!

JOJO Still~

[ D: “He better not pack a bag full of snacks again.”]

DIO (huffs) You did.

JOJO And it’s a good thing! Because we ended up finishing all those noodles and then buying more!

DIO Your kitchen is wasted on you, Jojo.

JOJO As if you don’t get delivery most of the time either~

DIO (mock gasps) How dare you slander my good name!

JOJO I dare and I will dare again!

DIO (laughs) How insolent! I should have you punished!

JOJO (mock gasps) Oh no! Anything but that! What ever shall I do?

DIO Hmph! How fortunate for you that I am in a gracious mood. I shall instead demand massages for a whole week!

JOJO Waaah, so kind and merciful! I will do my best, my lord!

[ J: “Oh, I could always just rewash my jeans!”]

DIO (grimaces) Really, Jojo? You chose to take out the jeans instead of the snacks, when we were going to buy more snacks anyway?

JOJO We still bought another pair in the end, anyway! It’s fiiine~

[ J: “Ah, I wanna startle Dio by hiding behind his door, but his first instinct is to punch, so…”]

DIO (embarrassed sputtering) JOJO!!

JOJO What?! It’s true!!

DIO Still! That’s not something you should…! Ugh… Never mind, it’s fine.

JOJO …I’m sorry, Dio. But, hey, it just means that you could easily defend yourself if anyone does try to sneak up behind you or something!

DIO …I didn’t hurt you too bad that time, right?

JOJO That time…? Oh! You mean when I startled you as a prank that one time? It’s alright, Dio! I shouldn’t have scared you like that anyway.

DIO I almost broke your nose, though… I’m sorry.

JOJO It’s okay. I’ve already forgiven you for that long ago. I’m sorry too.

DIO I forgive you, Jojo.

[ J: “I suppose I could go get some dessert while I wait.”]

DIO All those desserts while I was napping? You truly have an enormous sweet tooth.

JOJO It’s to compete with your enormous ego~

DIO Pfft, good! You better keep up, then, Jojo~

[ J: “I wish I could tweet this right now, but that’ll ruin the surprise of this series… Don’t worry, DJS, I’ll share it with you all once this airs~”]

JOJO Oh, right! I almost forgot about that! (laughs) I’ll have to tweet it later. Thank you for the reminder, Past Jojo!

[ J: “Oh, we should buy a tent!”]

DIO I can’t believe you managed to talk me into that.

JOJO It was fun, though, right? Your first proper camping experience in a tent?

DIO Setting up took much too long than I would’ve preferred… but I suppose it could’ve been worse.

JOJO Let’s go camping again sometime!

DIO Absolutely not .

JOJO Awwww… Pleeeaase? (pouts)

DIO Don’t give me that look. It won’t work, Jojo. Staying in the tent for that one night was already more than enough for me.

JOJO (pouts harder)

DIO No.

JOJO Fiiiine, City Boy.

DIO (snickers) Just give it up, Country Boy~

[ D: “Are you implying that I, Dio, won’t be able to pitch a tent?”]

JOJO (snickers)

DIO (snickers) I can’t believe they kept that in too…

JOJO We made too many innuendos during this trip. Well, you did.

DIO All in good fun, Jojo~

JOJO I was dying inside, but alright. (chuckles)

[ J: “It’s a knit hat with ear flaps that doubles as a scarf!”]

JOJO That’s still so cute and convenient! We only ended up wearing it a couple times, though. (laughs)

DIO Yes, we didn’t really spend too much time in the cold, did we? Thankfully.

[ J: “May I brush your hair for you?”]

JOJO Your hair is really soft, you know?

DIO (chuckles) I am well aware, yes.

JOJO Can I…

DIO …What is it, Jojo?

JOJO Nothing. N-never mind.

DIO ?

[ J: “Oh, right! Do you remember the last human?”]

JOJO BAHAHAHHAHAHA!!

DIO SHUT UP , JOJO!! (tries pushing Jojo off the couch again)

JOJO (pushes back against Dio) You really did look like her, though!!

DIO PISS OFF, VOLDEMORT!!

JOJO (snickers) (puts his arm around Dio) You’re still prettier than her, don’t worry, Dio~

DIO That doesn’t make me feel any better at all! That’s like comparing me to a strip of flesh! Which is what she is!

JOJO Then you’re the prettiest strip of flesh in the world~

DIO Pff-- Shut up , you oaf!

JOJO Ah, was that the end already? Ahhh, that was so fun! It was nice reminiscing over it~

DIO (huffs) I suppose so. Even though you’re still insufferable.

JOJO (snickers) Anyway, I hope you’ll give this series a lot of love, DJS!

DIO Yes, I hope you’ll enjoy it, DJS~

DIO & JOJO We love you, DJS! (finger hearts)

#jonadio idol au #;;main story #arc 6: trial and error #afaik idols usually only react to the first ep (if any) so if jd ever watch the other eps it'll be in private

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violetsandfluff · 2 years

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It was embarrassing for Harry to admit that the car ride on his way to see Y/N for the first time was the most anxious and excited he had been in quite some time. He had been eagerly anticipating this day for weeks. He’d had a bit of a scare last week when he got sick suddenly, but now he was feeling better. Unfortunately for his bandmates. All he had spoken about was Y/N and they were anxious to see how bold he would be in person.

Harry could hardly believe he wasn’t dreaming when the car pulled up outside the studio where he would meet his biggest crush. He had endured his bandmates’ teasing all morning and had overcome it. This was too beautiful a morning to be dragged down by jealous “friends.”

The sky was blue and there was a crisp layer of snow on the ground, about five inches thick. It was supposed to be above freezing today, with barely any wind. Beautiful.

Inside the studio, the boys were scheduled to get their hair and makeup done for the camera and Harry couldn’t help imagining that, somewhere in the building, Y/N might be thinking about him. It was a vain thought, very self-centered, but he was down too hard. He couldn’t help himself.

The stylists attempted to make small talk, but Liam and Louis dominated the conversation, spewing all of Harry’s personal business like it was theirs to share.

Harry’s cheeks flamed with embarrassment, but at that point he couldn’t even deny it. He was too obvious.

When he finally laid his eyes on her, he had to look away. He could look at pictures and watch videos of her all day long, but in person he found himself abnormally shy.

One Direction was being interviewed along with her about the upcoming leg of their first world tour that she would be featured in.

Harry hoped he wouldn’t make a fool of himself because he would be in extremely close quarters with her for the next seven weeks.

She was so cute, the way she smiled and shifted her body as she laughed. She had such a carefree, childlike attitude, but she was so hot that it was almost scary. She laughed like an angel and always seemed to know what to do to make Harry practically drool.

She asked him a question at one point, and it wasn’t like every band member had received the question before him, but the way she said his name was so delicious. He wanted so badly to hear it over and over.

He answered softly, blushing to an embarrassing extent, ticked off at his own antics.

Liam and Louis punched each other’s arms playfully as Harry and Y/N made eye contact. She could totally tell how into her he was, and she was eating up every moment.

“You guys look exceptional this morning,” she said, eyes twinkling brightly. “What’s your secret?”

“You’ll find that we always look handsome,” Louis explained proudly, crossing his right leg over his left knee and shaking it. “Our secret is in the potions we drink.”

“Also makeup,” Harry added, confidence blooming as Y/N laughed.

The interviewer asked Y/N what about the upcoming weeks she was most excited for and her answer made Harry almost lift of the ground, glowing.

“I don’t know, maybe just getting to know the boys better?” She cast an unintentionally flirty glance at Harry and he caught it before looking away. “Yeah,” she stumbled, “I’m also, of course, excited to play the shows.”

This received a round of applause from the boys and a winning smile from Harry. The interview was concluded and all of the boys got hugs from Y/N, but Harry’s felt extra special.

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chokemeanakin · 4 years

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Cruel Intentions - Anakin Skywalker x fem Reader (smut)

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WC: 6.8k

Summary: It’s Life Day but Anakin is mad and he’s got a dirty fucking mouth

WARNINGS: 18+, some mean talk but it’s not really degrading, oral (m) receiving, p in v, holiday fun?

(a.n. plz, plz, pretty plz get Anakins voice in your head when you read this. watch a video of hayden stuttering his way through an interview or something, whatever, it just wont be the same unless you get his voice saying all this. anyway, continue. and merry christmas/happy holidays).

(Gif from @madeleineengland )

You had always loved Life Day, but this one in particular was going to be something special. Anakin scored time off from the war, and through the help of Padme, you got one of her lakeside Naboo houses all to yourselves for the holiday.

You arrived before Anakin, as he was finishing up a meeting with the Jedi Council, and passed the time by making cookies. You were having a pretty good time at it too— your hair was up, music blasting, candles lit, and half a glass of wine was slowly disappearing as you danced around the kitchen. Then you heard the door jiggle and open, and a gust of cold air from around the corner signaled that Anakin was here.

Right away, you could tell he was mad. He walked through the door with a scowl, face drawn in irritation, yanking his robe off and shaking the snow out of his hair. He threw his robe up on the hanger and nudged the door shut with his elbow. He didn’t even take his boots off as he came into the kitchen, still in full uniform.

You considered asking him what the mood was for, but in all honesty, you were afraid of his reaction. Usually he either deflects or gets mad back, and you really don’t want to fight.

But he was silent as he prowled around the kitchen, taking in your activities, and you wanted to know what was bothering him on Life Day’s Eve of all days. If you could make it better, you’d try. So you softened your voice, and in your warmest, most innocent tone, you tried, “Hi, Anakin, I miss you! I’m making cookies if you want to stay here and help. Or just sit and watch. I don’t mind.”

You thought you’d start off simple. Get him to relax a bit, and then dig into what the issue was. He stood by the doorway, arms crossed, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re not mad that I’m late?”

He thought you were mad? You were too tipsy to be mad. Honestly, you hadn’t even been keeping track of the time.

“Of course not! You had a council meeting, that’s important. I’m just glad to have you now,” you shot him your brightest grin. “Besides, we have all week to ourselves.”

At that, his shoulders loosened and he smiled a little back at you. It disappeared quickly, but his affections were replaced with two strong arms winding around your waist, one warm and one metal. He huffed lightly and rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you mix the icing in your bowl.

His demeanor was slightly better than you had previously perceived, so you decided to risk it.

“...Did something happen?”

“Just the same old,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your neck. It’s cold from the snowflakes still wetting his hair, and you shivered. “The council doesn’t trust me, they still won’t consider making me a master. Windu thinks I shouldn’t even be on the council.”

You struggled to find words to this. You wanted to take his side, and tell him he deserved to have it all. At the same time, the council was full of old and wise members, and they knew what they’re doing. But you hated how much it was bothering Anakin, hated how under all that anger there was hurt, and a fear that he wasn’t good enough. The council was making him doubt himself, and it you wouldn’t have that.

“It’ll all come in due time, I’m sure of it,” you tell him. “Whether they like it or not, you’re on the council for a reason. You belong there, and I’m sure if you give it a littlest more time they’ll come around to seeing how you deserve the title of master. Besides,” you twist around in his arms enough to skim your lips across his jawbone, pressing a lingering kiss into his neck. “I can call you Master whenever you’d like.”

This made Anakin freeze, and then begin to laugh. His low chuckles vibrated your body, and you couldn’t help but join in with him.

“I might have to take you up on that offer sometime.”

Your stomach clenched at the insinuation, heat pulsing through your veins. That was one of your goals for the night, admittedly— to be with Anakin. You had a little surprise for him as well, and you were just hoping he wouldn’t be too disgruntled or worked up to appreciate it. That being said... sometimes it was a good thing when he was frustrated.

Anakin sacrificed a hand to reach forward and dip into the bowl, scooping a dollop of blue icing out and placing it in his mouth. You heard him suck it off his finger, beating the dirty thoughts back with a stick.

“Is it good?” You ask to distract yourself.

“Here, try.”

You turn, expecting him to offer you a finger with some icing on it but instead he kisses you. Immediately your mouth is flooded with the sugary blue that stains his lips. You open your mouth, tongue tasting his, and he’s sweet. Your cheeks are burning bright as he kisses you, slow and deep and dirty, and it’s such a 360 from the lighthearted atmosphere you’ve created.

When you pulled back, you’re breathing hard, mouth tingling, licking your lips for the remnants of sweet icing. Anakin smiled down at you, eyes dark, and went back to resting his head on your neck, whispering in your ear in a low, rumbling voice. “Finish up. There’s other plans I want to get to.”

•••

Anakin ended up having to leave again as you were icing the cookies to take one last impromptu call from Obi-Wan, just some last minute tying-loose-ends before his short break. He also took the chance to get out of his Jedi clothes, trading the leather armor and robes for more comfortable sleep clothes— which included loose fitting pants that hung low on his hips, and that damned sleep robe he wears without a shirt.

He came back into the kitchen just as you were finishing up, and you almost choked when you saw him.

“Aren’t you cold? It’s snowing pretty heavily out there and you’re not even wearing a shirt.”

“I’ve got a fire going in the master bedroom, it should warm the place up soon,” he took some of your dirty dishes to the sink. “Why, do you not like it?”

“No, I—“ you stutter. It’s just the opposite. He’s beautiful beyond words. “I just didn’t want you to be cold.”

“I’m alright,” he smiled at you teasingly, reaching around you to grab the last of the dishes.

Once they’re in the sink, he found you climbing up onto the counter, putting the spices away that were, of course, in the highest cabinet out of reach. You stretched up to reach it, unashamedly putting on a little show for Anakin as you exaggerate the curve of your backside.

The action caused the holiday shorts you’re wearing to ride up, exposing the fleshy underside of your behind. You turned around to find him watching you, not even trying to hide it. He leaned back on the counter, arms crossed over his bare chest, eyes thoughtful as he took in the sight.

“Help me down?” You asked him, and he immediately pushes himself off the counter to fit his hands around your waist, lowering you safely to the ground. He held onto you a little too tight for it to be innocent, and you could feel him gravitating toward you, leaning in to start something you wouldn’t be able to stop. You pull away— you're not done with him, in fact your teasing has just begun.

Anakin huffed quietly to himself as you moved around him to start the warm water, soaking the dishes in it so the batter won’t stick overnight. You purposefully shot some water onto your shirt so that you had to gather a wad of paper towels in your hand and dab at your chest, pulling your shirt down so you could get at the wet spots. Anakin rolled his eyes as you grumbled about how clumsy you were, but you could see he was discreetly trying to look.

His resolve was already thin when he walked through the door. He hadn’t been able to have you in far too long, and he was planning on doing something about that tonight. He wasn’t sure what page you were on, though…. You seemed pretty content with baking cookies and then watching movies all night like you had mentioned in the days leading up, so your little teasing games were doing nothing to quell his curious anticipation.

You didn’t even have to try to get him all worked up. The spice cabinet, the wet shirt, those weren’t needed. It was like you didn’t even realize the effect you had on him— every little move you made around the kitchen, every little sigh or gasp or giggle, even the way you bent down to take the damn cookies out of the oven had him yearning for you.

The last straw was when you needed a rag to clean the countertop, so you reached across his lap where he was sitting to grab it. You placed a not-so-innocent hand on his thigh to steady yourself, brushing against his chest as you did so. He was immediately enveloped in your smell, and the feel of your soft hair against his chest, your hand on his thigh— he needed to have you, now.

“Y/n, forget the cookies,” he demanded.

“Oh?”

“Let’s go upstairs.”

•••

Your tongues clashed, teeth nipping, breaths gasping for air as you struggled to get closer to one another. All of Anakin’s anger and frustration was pouring out him in bruising kisses, fast and wet and greedy. You were combatting it with your own dirty, lustful responses. It was one of your favorite things to feel so needed by him, even if he was projecting his emotions from the day onto you. You were his outlet, the only thing that could help him, and you would gladly take these punishing kisses for as long as he needed.

The hand that wasn’t threaded through your hair exploded the rest of your body, fitting into each and every curve, squeezing at certain places and pulling you closer, adjusting you on his lap. He slipped his fingers beneath the neckline of your shirt, pulling it to the side so he could suck at the pulse in your neck, when he caught a flash of red.

His eyes darkened, lips twisting into a smirk as he traced the lacey garment. Suddenly his hands were gone, and he was leaning back away from you. “Show it to me.”

So you stood before him and undressed, feeling small under his steady gaze. It was loaded with heat, and you could practically read his mind as each new strip of skin and the lacy red underwear you had worn specially for this occasion was revealed. He was planning everything he wanted to do to you, drinking you in, and storing away the sight into his memory for later times, when he’s on the battlefield and it’s been months and he misses you. But for now though, his present was waiting for him.

The look of him illuminated by the firelight, eyes scorching as he studied every inch of you had you squirming under his gaze. He leaned back in the loveseat, arrogant posture annoyingly sexy with the way his broad shoulders filled out the chair, long legs spreading before him.

You needed to touch him. He wasn’t saying anything, or doing anything, so you approached him and settled yourself back on his lap, meaning to restart where you had left off. You trailed your hand down the smooth, hard planes of his body, feeling the ridges of his abs, the soft skin smooth and warm. He kept his arms slung lazily over the armrests, refraining from touching you, but you could feel the steady pulse of his eyes as he watched your every move.

Those deep, calculating eyes. They made you nervous, but you’d be lying if you said the intimidation didn’t turn you on.

He let you tangle one of your hands in his hair, feeling the soft curls glide between your fingers as you looked over him. But just as your palm slid near the band of his pants, he caught your wrist in his metal hand and stopped you.

“Get on the bed,” he flicked his eyes behind you, a cocky, mischievous glint in them. He knew you’ll do anything he said, with that voice.

Hesitantly, you stood from his lap and made your way over to the bed. Your skin was raised with goosebumps, as you knew he was studying your every move. You sat on the plush mattress of the bed, crossing your legs over the knee, and looked at him. He was blanketed in shadows, but stared right back.

“Spread your legs.”

Your face immediately heated up in flames. He had always been the one to do that to you, with his hands, and pressed right up close to you. Somehow, having him sit across from you on the armchair and watching you from a distance was even more intimate.

He was waiting, though, so you did as he said. You already felt exposed under his greedy gaze, mesmerized by his beauty and the way the flames flickered off the sharp line of his jaw, the peak of his cheekbone. This dark angel was toying with you, teasing you, and you just wanted him to come over here and touch you. But he remained in that seat, head cocked as he looked you up and down.

“Eyes on me,” he demanded softly, cruelly. You had downcast your eyes, afraid to look at him without losing your confidence. The low tone of his voice left no room for debate, so you did as he said.

Your stomach churned, heart fluttering as he leveled his gaze at you. He was studying every inch of your lewd pose, smug with himself. He wasn’t even even near you, but he had all the control, and he knew it.

“Now let me see that pretty pussy.”

Your breathing stopped. His voice is quiet, yet commanding all the same, and you forgot how dirty his mouth could be. It shocked you more than anything, which is why you hesitated.

“What, are you getting shy on me? That’s not what it seemed like in the kitchen,” he mused. “You wanted me to see you. Now, let me see you.”

The words rang out in the air, causing heat to build up in your core and leak out onto your underwear. Swallowing your slight embarrassment, you hooked your finger around the front of your panties and pulled them to the side, exposing yourself to him.

Anakin’s gaze darkened, and he sat up. He rested his elbows on his knees, covering his mouth in his hands as he appreciated the view. You squirmed under his gaze, waiting for him to tell you what to do next as you felt cold air hit your glistening folds.

“Look at you,” he purred. “Already soaking wet, and I haven’t even touched you.”

You shrank away from his eyes, not having anything to say to defend yourself. The fire crackled but you shivered, his shadow looming over you, and you just wanted his warmth pressed against you, his hands on you, pulling that pleasure from the depths of your body. He knew how to do it just right, and you’d never been able to make yourself feel as good as he does. And now he’s right here, but he’s holding himself away from you. Shifting your hips in desperation, you whined and pulled at your panties, rubbing some friction against your throbbing clit.

“Stop. Don’t touch yourself,” Anakin ordered. His eyes were still lidded, voice sharp. You let go of your panties and dropped your hands to the side, holding yourself up on your elbows. Your legs were still splayed open, the sight of your panties soaking through put on display before Anakin.

“Please, Anakin,” you shifted your hips again, hoping it would provide some relief but finding none. “I need you.”

Anakin tsked at this but stood to his full, domineering height. You craned your neck to watch him as he stood over you, capturing your chin between his metal fingers and forcing you to look him in the eye, the other fitting itself on the soft flesh of your thigh. You keened into the soft touch, nerves lighting off like fireworks.

“You need me?” He taunted, blue eyes digging into yours. “Or does your greedy little cunt need me?”

You gasped at his words. Never had he called you something degrading before, like greedy. You’re pretty sure you’ve never heard the word “cunt” leave his mouth before either, but it spilled from his lips like red wine, smooth and dark. Anakin had always been so soft with you, so loving, and his statement shocked you.

“Hm?” He goaded. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

He shifted his hands up your thigh, sneaking over your pelvis and landing on your mound. He let his thumb graze over your clit, unmoving.

Sparks erupted behind your eyes, and you leaned into his touch. An invisible force held your hips to the bed, stopping you from chasing your own pleasure as he continued with his words.

“Do you want me to fuck you open slowly on my cock? You want me to fill your tight little pussy until you can’t take anymore?”

The weight of his thumb on your clit was distracting. It throbbed under his touch with every measured, vulgar word, and his mouth twitched as he felt it. “I think I just got my answer.”

At this, he got on his knees before you. He lowered his mouth to trace his lips against the inside of your thighs, and you squirmed between the tickling sensation and the need to have his mouth on you. He gripped your hips in his strong hold, hard, mumbling into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. “You can’t seem to sit still today....” he sucked a bruising kiss into your thigh, and when you roll your hips into the feeling, he looked at you sharply.

“Behave.”

You flinched at his tone. It was deep, threatening, and pulsing with irritation. Was he angry at you? Your eyes stung, shrinking away from his narrowed gaze again, wandering if you did something to make him unhappy with you.

He lowered his head back to your thighs, purposefully skipping over the part that was throbbing for him, dripping for him. You held your breath, desperately trying to hold yourself back from moving or even making a sound, too afraid that you would anger him further. But his thumb pressed a little harder into your clit, and you fell back against the mattress, whimpering frustratedly.

To your relief, he didn’t get mad at you. Instead he hooked his finger around your underwear, similar to how you did earlier so he could gage your response to his actions. The low hum he let out was pleased. “Such a pretty little pussy... dripping wet... is that all for me?”

He was still toying with you, still teasing, and at this point it was getting painful. You would do anything to have his fingers on you, mouth on you, anything in you. So you nodded, and you told him it was all for him, everything was for him. He licked a single line up your slit, the tip of his tongue just barely grazing you. The sensation sent fully body shivers across your skin, and you melted into the bed, ready to lose yourself in the pleasure. He covered you again with the now drenched material.

Did you say something wrong?

“Show me how much you want me then.”

You were shaking as he released his hold on you, head fuzzy with arousal, cheeks flushed with confusion. What game was he playing?

You swallow your nerves and stand from the bed, feeling so small even as you stood over him. He was kneeling, looking up at you under dark lids, daring you to do something. He was giving you some control, so you decided you’d try to get your sweet Ani back, to soften the energy in the room so he could be happy and playful like he usually was.

He sized you up quizzically as you wrapped your arms around his neck, one hand curling into his hair like before. You tilted his head up so you could lean down and plant a gentle kiss to his forehead, hugging his face into your chest.

Your body shook as he laughed, dark and mocking underneath you. You pulled back to look at him. “Anakin?”

“If you want me to fuck you, sweetheart, you’re going to have to try harder than that.”

That’s it.

You just wanted to get fucked, and he just wanted to tease you. If he wanted you to come to him, then fine. So be it.

Anger bloomed from the pit of your stomach and you pushed at his chest to get him onto the bed. He did so, at his own leisurely pace, pissing you off further with the smug smirk still on his face. You kissed it off of him, biting his lip in punishment and yanking his hair a little too hard in your fist. He groaned like he liked it, so release him and trail you kisses downward, biting and marking up his body until you get to his pants. You pulled back the waistband and revealed him to you, taking him in your grasp. Any normal man would be frightened of an angry girl with his dick in her hands, so you looked up at him, trying to see if he had been humbled by your anger yet. He was staring back at you, unimpressed.

You waste no time taking him into your mouth, sucking hard, maybe a little too hard. He sighed and leaned back, enjoying it far too much. You tried to convey your annoyance with the punishing pace you set on his cock, sliding up and down with your mouth and hand. You grasped onto his thigh for stability, feeling the remnants of your saliva drip onto it as you gave him the sloppiest, dirtiest blowjob you’ve ever done. Halfway through, when you realize you’ve gotten little to no reaction, you peer up and see that he’s on his datapad.

You pumped him up and down in your fist, gathering your breath as you studied him. Does it not feel good? Are you not doing a good enough job? He’s hard, so you must be doing something right. But it was like he didn’t even notice what you were doing anymore, or if he did, he didn’t care. You paused with your hand on the base of his cock, squeezing.

“Why’d you stop?” Anakin didnt’t even look up from his datapad.

“Am… am I doing good?”

“Of course you are,” Anakin finally shifted his eyes to you, bringing a hand down to wipe some saliva off your bottom lip with his thumb. “Now finish the job.”

With this, he removed his hand and his gaze, going back to the data pad. Fueled by anger again, and a determination to make him react, you took him into your mouth harder, faster, sloppier, wetter. He didn’t even twitch, didn’t even moan or bury his hands in your hair or tell you how good it felt like he normally does.

You wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked extra hard, tongue probing into the skin there and swirling in a circle, over and over. There. He gave an appreciative hum. You thought you’ve finally got him where you wanted when he says,

“That the best you can do?”

You whined around him frustratedly, just wanting him to feel something, wanting him to feel good, wanting him to feel that way because of you. But he was bored, you could tell by the way he didn’t even spare you a second glance as you took him all the way into the back of your throat, holding him there for longer than you ever have. You were trying your best for him, and usually he’d be writhing and moaning beneath you, but now...

He laughed, pulling you off of him with both hands to halt your frenzied movements.

“Anakin,” your eyes shone with confused tears.

“Shhh, baby, none of that,” his voice was sweet again, and he stroked the skin of your cheek as he brought your face to his for a gentle kiss. “Come, sit on my lap.”

You were giving up on trying to figure him out. One minute he was so sweet, the next he was uncharacteristically callous. Your eyes burned in embarrassment, feeling like you’ve failed him as you crawled onto his lap. He positioned you on his thighs, keeping yours spread with his. An arm wrapped around your shoulders, locking you to his hard chest as the other snuck down your body, touching you over your panties.

“Is this what you wanted?” goosebumps erupted all over your body as you felt his lips ghost over your ear. “You wanted me to make you feel good?”

He rubbed gentle circles into your clit with his fingers, allowing you to shift your hips in time with it. For a moment, you forgot about your problems and lost yourself in the way he was rubbing you. You moaned as he played with your clit, more slick gushing out and further drenching your panties.

“Even though you couldn’t make me feel good?”

Your breath caught in your throat, embarrassment bubbling up in your chest. You were ashamed, accepting this pleasure from him when you gave him nothing in return.

“I can try again,” you offered, hips halting. You didn’t want anything else from him until you could give it back, but he slipped his hands beneath your underwear and touched you directly, rubbing you at a fast pace. Your head fell back against his shoulders, legs opening wider on their own accord as your orgasm built up in time with his hand. You couldn’t help but accept the pleasure, forced to feel it as he held you in his iron grasp.

“Anakin.. Anakin please,” you begged. “Let me make you feel good, too.”

“Baby, you already tried,” he nippd at your ear, voice cruel.

“I can try harder, Ani— please!” Your voice came out in a shout as your orgasm approached. Before you could finish, he stopped rubbing and kept his fingers on your clit, pressing down, feeling you throb beneath him.

You could feel your slick dripping down your thighs. Your panties were uncomfortably wet, but your arms were trapped under his and you couldn’t reach down to remove them. He seemed to read your mind.

“Let’s get these off you now, hm? You’re soaking through them, I can feel it on my leg.”

Of course, he ignores your pleas and shifted the focus to drag your panties down your leg. He was right— you’ve made a mess of his leg, but now that you’re sitting directly on him, it’s even worse. He parted your folds with his hand, middle finger dragging up and down your slit, collecting the glistening fluid. A little hint of satisfaction soothed your worries as you felt his cock twitch beneath you at the sight.

“You always knew how to take my fingers so well,” he whispered in your ear, pushing his finger into you as he does so. You accepted him readily, walls fluttering around his finger as it relieved some of the ache. You wanted to come, but you couldn’t— not without feeling guilty, for neglecting his needs. How could you be so selfish and take all the pleasure for yourself?

“Anakin,” you whined again, trying to get his attention. You purposefully shifted your hips in a way that would rub against him, but only succeeded in pushing his finger deeper into you. “Anakin please, let me… speak… hmng… I can’t focus…”

“Speak,” he kissed your neck, pushing another finger into you despite your warnings. “I’m listening.”

“I want to make you feel good,” you moaned. His fingers stroked into you slow, deep, and perfect. You gushed around his digits, the sound of it absolutely sinful. He kissed the back of your neck as his thumb began to rub your clit again, gently because he knew how close you were to cumming. “Anakin, please.”

“I know, baby.”

No, he didn’t. He wasn’t getting it. Your hands dug into his thighs, wanting him to stop, wanting him to continue—

“I love you. Please, let me—“

“Enough.”

You gasped, bones turning to putty in his hands. He kept sliding his fingers into you, thumb grazing your clit, but you were so ashamed. He just yelled at you, he’s never done that before. And now you didn’t know how to act, how to feel.

“Aw, baby, did I scare you?” He taunted, curling his fingers into you. “Did I hurt your feelings?”

The sting of his words brought tears to your eyes, but it was battled by your pleasured haze, vision spotting and feeling honing down to the push and pull of his fingers. There were too many emotions swirling inside you that you didn’t know what to say anymore. All you knew was that you were close to cumming again, you have been for a while, but you weren’t sure if you should accept it.

Your walls pulsed around him and he pulled his touch away, denying you of the orgasm as he spread the slick down your thigh. He reached for his dick, gliding it up and down your folds, covering it in your arousal. He was hot and wet and stiff against you, and you bore down, wanting him inside you. For once, he gave you what you wanted, and you both moaned as he began to sink into you.

The stretch was immediate, and you cried out as you took him inch by inch. He was so thick and the angle was so deep that he had to lift you up and bring you back down multiple times, opening you up gradually until he was fully buried inside you.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well,” he praised, kissing up your neck, along your cheek. He twisted a hand into your hair, tugging it back so he could suck at the sensitive skin of your neck. Your walls clenched around him at the pleasurable sensation, punching an unexpected moan from him.

“Fuck me,” he hissed, sounding like your Ani again for just a moment.

Your chest swelled with pride. Finally, you were making him feel good. You clenched around him again, shifting your hips, searching for another reaction.

“Y/n, shit—“

“I know what your problem is,” you chanced, realizing you had the upper hand for now. “You’re still— fuck— you’re still mad about the Council.”

Anakin glared, thrusting into you harder.

“That’s why you’re— hnng— that’s why you’re hate-fucking me.”

“I’m not hate-fucking you.”

“This certainly isn’t love-fucking.”

“Would you just shut up and take my cock already?”

He plunged into you hard and deep, stretching you open so good that you momentarily lost your train of thought. Did he just yell at you again?

“This isn’t— this isn’t fair,” you moaned, loving the feel of his length scraping against your walls . “You don’t get to boss me around like this.”

“Oh yeah?” He raised his eyebrows at you, fist tightening into your hair so that you couldn’t look away. “That’s not what it seemed like a few moments ago.”

“I just wanted to make you feel good,” you slammed down onto his cock, anger winning out against everything else. You had one goal in mind now— if you could make him cum before you, it would even out the playing field.

He caught on to what you were planning immediately, flipping you over so he was fully in control. He grasped your hips, lifting them off the bed so he could drill into you at an angle, hitting the spot that had you arching off the bed and calling his name in a moment of weakness. Your pleasure heightened as he rolled his pelvis against yours, your clit rubbing against him.

“Fuck you,” you moaned, clawing at the bedsheets.

“Currently doing that,” he gasped.

Oh, he was so going to get it.

You reached up, grabbing at his shoulders to pull him down to your level. He was stronger than you and could have resisted, but he gave in, thinking you were about to cum and just needed him close. He wasn’t entirely wrong— with each roll of his hips, his length probed deep inside you, causing your vision to white out. You could barely keep track of your thoughts as you squirmed beneath him. He held you down, completely negating your ability to try and flip him over.

What had you been thinking? You had just been trying to get the high ground, but now you were so close— so close— to cumming. Think of something gross. Wet socks? Burnt cookies? Jar-Jar?

Nothing seemed to be working. Soon, you didn’t want it to work. You cried out with each thrust of his hips, eyes rolling back into your head from the pleasure. Your pussy drooled around his cock, slick making a mess of both of your thighs. The slide of him was so hot, so wet, so good—

“Stop!”

You couldn’t think of any other way. Anakin immediately stopped his thrusts, pulling back to study your face in a panic.

“What? What happened? Are you okay?”

You bit your lip hard, heart pounding and walls pulsing around his cock from your denied orgasm. You squeezed your eyes closed, waiting for the heat to dissipate from your stomach before you pushed yourself to a sitting position.

He gave you room to do so, the worry still clear in his eyes.

“I’m completely fine,” you kissed his cheek, laughing deviously. “I just wanted to be on top.”

Anakin frowned at you, but switched positions anyway. “That’s not funny. I thought I hurt you.”

“So you do care.”

“Of course I care,” he grabbed the finger that you had been jabbing into his chest, kissing your palm before wrapping it around his neck. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

“You yelled at me,” you lifted yourself off his lap slowly, relishing in the drag of his of cock inside you. You sunk down again, shivering at the sensation.

“I didn’t know you were that sensitive.”

“Well… when it’s you…” you moaned suddenly, his dick pulsing into you at a delicious angle. “I just don’t like when you’re mad at me.”

“Then you should behave better next time,” he nipped the words into your collarbone, almost purring again.

“See, that’s not fair—“

“Do you need me to fuck some sense into you?” His gaze was firm, completely serious. Your knees weakened around his waist at the tone, wandering why you found that so damn attractive. He tilted his head at you when you didn’t answer. “Is that a yes?”

“Anakin—“ your cries took you by surprise as he slid his hands down to your ass, clutching your flesh in each hand and spreading you open so he could fuck up into you, hard. Your nails dug into his shoulders, body bouncing as he bore into your aching hole.

There was no way you were going to last now, not with the way he was making you feel. You had held your orgasm back for so long, and while it would have been nice to make Anakin cum before you, to give him a taste of his own medicine, you were completely at his mercy.

“Cum for me, and then we’ll talk,” he appeased, voice dark. Why was that hot? Warmth blossomed in your stomach and you listened to his ragged breathing in your ear, body tingling, pussy tightening around him. He turned your face to him with a hand in your hair, holding you close as filthy words spilled from his mouth.

“Take my cock, baby. That’s it, fuck me, come on,” he chanted against your lips. Always so demanding. You couldn’t hold back your moans as he plunged into you over and over, right into that one spot, the heat in your belly expanding until it took over each of your senses. He fucked you at a rapid pace, hips slamming into yours, fingers bruising your ass. Your walls quivered around him, the ball in your stomach snapping. Suddenly, you were coming all over him, pussy throbbing as he massaged his dick into you in wave-like motions, working you through it.

“Does that feel good?” He teased, lips tracing softly over your cheek, soothing hands rubbing your shaking thighs. He was being sweet again— another 360 change in demeanor.

You responded with broken whimpers, muscles twitching as you rode out your high. When he finally stopped, you sucked in a deep breath, shivering from the aftershocks.

“Mmm, I fucked you good, didn’t I?” He planted soft kisses under your ear, down your neck, and over your shoulder. Now he was back to taunting you, his words cruel, but voice so sweet. “Your sweet little pussy just came all over my cock. So pretty. You wanted it so bad, didn’t you? Even though you don’t want to admit it?”

He was like a snake-charmer, hypnotizing you with every slow, filthy word. You knew what he was doing, but at the same time, you couldn’t stop your body’s reaction to it. Every syllable had you melting into his lap, his hands rubbing the flesh of your hips softly.

“Are you blushing again?” He dragged his cock out of you, and you whimpered at the sensation of it against your overstimulated walls. “Don’t tell me you’re shy, now. Not after what we just did.”

“I’m not shy—“ Force, you couldn’t focus when he looked at you like that, when he purred in your ear like that.

“No?” He pushed back into you. “Then look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

You lifted your head to meet his gaze, eyelashes sticking together with moisture. His full lips pulled into a smirk, dewy skin glowing in the firelight.

“Does this pretty little pussy want to cum on my cock again?” He pulled your hips flush against his, so deep, so thick inside of you. You mewled, blood heating up in your veins.

“Please,” you gave in, allowing him to massage his cock into your walls.

“Please, what?”

You would get him back for this later. For now, the hot slide of his cock inside of you was too good, too overwhelming.

“Please, make me cum,” you didn’t think your cheeks could get any redder, his eyes probing into yours as you said this. Never in a million years did he ever expect his shy little baby to say something so filthy. He immediately smirked, pressing a pleased kiss to your lips.

“Good girl.”

Your skin broke out into a hot sweat, hole pulsing around him as he began to rock back into you. His strokes were slower, deeper, pulling ecstasy from the depth of your bones. He kneaded your flesh between his fingers as he rolled his hips into you. You fell forward, moans being dragged out of your sore throat, watching his cock dissapear inside of you.

His thighs glistened with your juices, the sound of him sinking into your leaking hole humiliatingly sinful. He noticed you watching and brought a hand down, toying with your clit. He moaned into your ear as he did so, the drag of his cock becoming difficult as you squeezed around him.

This time, your orgasm washed over you like a warm blanket, causing you to arch your body into his. You trembled as the waves of pleasure sapped you of energy, rocking your hips in time with Anakin as he spilled his warmth inside of you. The sounds of him cumming sparked a flame in your heart— you wished he had indulged you in his pleasure earlier. Now, all it left you with was a desire to hear him lose it over and over again, and you realized you had your plans all set for the rest of the night.

Anakin stroked his hand up and down your back, lips attaching to your neck as you came down from your highs. He positioned the two of you so that you were laying down, you on his chest, completely limp apart from the occasional post-orgasm shivers. He gave you time to recover before pulling out of you, kissing your quiet whimpers away as he tugged his length out of your aching hole.

“I win,” he mumbled against your lips.

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Magnum PI - 4.17 - ‘Remember Me Tomorrow’ review

This ep. was sure hard to find! So glad we got such a great community helping each other out with getting access (@vix-has-arrived sure saved the day today!). But that’s why the review is a bit late!

What I loved most about this episode:

Higgins & Ella being adorable.

Drunk-ish Magnum teasing Higgy on the phone.

Rick & Suzie and Rick being all “I’ll just be there for her on her terms” which really is the sweetest thing.

Magnum helping the old guy set up a video call and reassuring him! The rest of their interactions were nice too, but this last one was my fave!

But I loved all of it, really such a feel good episode and I’m not even mad we only had like two tiny Magnum/Higgins interactions because the rest was so good and their moments, short as they were, were super them.

Nor did I miss the Ferrari or not getting too many outdoors scenes (well, I’d have loved some beach vibes as it snow here yesterday and spring is def. not in the air here in Sweden!) It was a bit of a different episode, and while different sometimes is just don’t do it for me, this worked really well (for me at least).

(I wonder if this was supposed to be Jay’s episode to direct though, because he’s got separate scenes from everyone? but then something changed with the other director and they had to switch? Because he directed next week’s right?)

Anyways, the episode really tugged on my heartstrings. I’m a sucker for throwing a kid in the mix and Ella was just such a a sweetheart (and might be wearing my Miggy-colored glasses but couldn’t she totally low-key be mistaken for Juliet and Magnum’s daughter?)

So, yeah, they had me just by adding the cute kid with a sad story. Also her dad...

I was worried he’d ask for Juliet’s phone number there at the end (and I’d want him to have it and take her out even though we’ve been there and done with Ethan but I liked him and I liked that Dad felt like more of a real person in one episode than E did for most of his time on the show.)

Also, here I think they were really clever in how they had Higgins be all “I’d have thrown myself into a case to not have to deal with the fact that I was dying and leaving my loved ones behind” during this end bit. It was true, sweet and I think really helpful for the dad to hear. Also a reminder on how she deals with emotions...

Backing up a little, the case was kind of interesting even if it was more about the interactions between Higgy and Ella and the motive and ending was a bit... odd and sudden.

Like lady has affair with guy, decides to be with him she’s going to kill his whole family because he won’t leave his wife, does the deed with a totally traceable gun, then he comes home and is horrified and thus she kills him too. Then she has enough presence of mind to grab stuff to make it look like a robbery but is dumb enough to dump stolen stuff + the gun like close enough another neighbor, who sees and takes it? Her husband, whose gun it was, is not suspicious at all of his gun being missing and also dose not realize she’s gone totally cray-cray and killed 3 people? Or he did notice and that’s why they’re divorced?

Then, after having kept this all secret for five years and not gotten caught, Higgy coming to ask about the affair, rather than lie some more, she knocks Juliet out and then decides to end her own life as well as Higgy’s by turning the stove on and just letting the gas poison them? Like IDK, this lady is not very consistent in how she kills folks. Also, why not lie and send Juliet on her merry way and then run? Or kill herself in a smarter way? Or kill Higgy for reals? Or leave her to be poisoned while she runs off to escape the police? It just felt a tad bit like weird and inconsistent.

Also poor Higgy’s head!

(frying pan - and that sound effect of pan vs. head... like brain surgery next if that was real life. And then carbon monoxide poisoning? Higgy had a rough day.)

I might have preferred some more clues. Or like maybe Ella having some sort of revelation instead of it just being who the gun belonged to. It was very...we have 4 minutes left, let’s wrap this up of them.

(Also, I’m assuming no one called Magnum about the whole Higgy not picking up while with the killer because I feel like he’d have had feels if that had happened. I would have loved to have seen his reaction to it though...)

Loved him being all Fun Higgins and Sweet Higgins (also we got Fun Magnum and Sweet/Sharing Magnum). Side note: Sometimes I remember to be impressed by actors, like we see acting so much on TV and stuff it feels like a ‘normal’ thing, but Jay being low-key drunk-happy-teasing and that actually translating - I’m impressed. Because playing drunk-ish but not plastered is hard (I’ve attempted it with mediocre success.)

I do have one question - Ella’s mom died two years ago - how did the neighbor have pen smudges on his hand still? Or was it just Juliet seeing he was left handed and he just always have pen smudges? Who writes by hand anymore enough to have pen smudges? IDK, I was just a little like ‘wait what?’ at this point.

(That is a pen smudge on his hand right?? I guess maybe they changed the timeline or something? Perhaps the arrival of the letter originally was meant to be what made Ella investigate again?)

Magnum bringing the old guy a steak - that’s my boy! Old people get terrible food at most places so that really would be a kind and appreciated thing to do.

I wonder if the old guy is the funeral we’re getting next week? Or someone else is kicking the bucket?

(They’re very...diplomatic about the Vietnam war aren’t they.)

As previously mentioned, I did like Suzie not being all “let’s play happy family” as soon a she got back. I mean she’s not wrong, their kid should come first, even if you know, maybe she should have gone with like a ‘we need to focus on figuring out how to be parents before we figure our feelings out’ because like the logic of if we never start we can never end/break up...yeah, I guess, sure, but also not?

We shall see where it goes, but I do feel quite sure about my prediction of a dramatic finale baby birth. I would love like a kidnapped/in trouble Magnum and Suzie and the rest of the gang teaming up to get them back and we get another Rick/Juliet moment (or possibly one where they both kind of go off the deep end thinking their person is dead. We know they both have those tendencies.)

Last thing. Anyone know what happened to Jay’s arm?

He’s got a pretty serious “band-aid” and no one mentions it in-show but I noticed so, just thought I’d ask since I know some of you keep more track of the actors than I do!

#magnum PI #magnum pi review #Magnum PI CBS #Juliet Higgins #Thomas Magnum #Rick #TC #Suize #Jay Hernandez #Perdita Weeks #My Reviews #Magnum PI 4.17 review

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Operation Canadian Mongoose

Aug. 7, 2022 - by Shelly Bonneau

Editor’s note: Occasionally, a fellow orgonite gifter shares photos for this blog. This time, the photos came with an awesome written account! Coincidentally, Shelly was gifting on a large scale in Saskatchewan while we worked in Utah. Being an unorganized network, we didn’t know that we were both engaged in massive strikes against the weather weaponry at the same time in two very strategic locations. This may have something to do with the wild weather in North America this week, with rain records being shattered across the continent, and even a snow storm for Alaska.. in August!

First day/night (Saturday, July 30th) was in Saskatoon, gifting along the way, taking notes of the northbound towers I would get on the way back. You know from gifting cities that the amount of panels on top of buildings is astounding. I was a bit over whelmed at first, but then determination set in and I became very friendly with alleys. I knew the city fairly well; it's three hours south of us and it's the "city" to go to when anything "upscale" is needed. The better medical care (not anymore mind you), shopping and eating, etc. Then I headed east on 16 and then south on 6 to the capital of Saskatchewan, Regina, gifting along the way. When I got into Regina, I was immediately struck with how awful I felt. Nauseated, headachy and it was like my head was swimming a bit. It's almost like the TBs were going to work in the car, they couldn't wait to get out and go to work! I spent my second night (Sunday, July 31st) in Regina. And after my last gifting of a retirement apartment complex that had many panels on it, I treated myself to The Milkyway ice cream joint. There were lines at each of the three windows so it promised to be good. The best part was making small talk with a young mom with two rowdy young boys. She told the youngest to watch for lightning. My ears perked up and I asked if rain was expected (snort) and she shrugged saying, "The clouds have been weird today." I smiled. And then I really sensed something. I think I was in “go” mode and when she said that, other senses kicked in while other ones relaxed. When I got back to my hotel, I opened my curtains in my room (4th floor) and watched the storm roll in. I took pics and videos. It lit up the sky. I squealed in delight and kept uttering “WOW” as I chatted with my hubby back home. It's so humbling to be a part of this planetary healing. Monday (August 1st), I left Regina and headed home, by way of Moose Jaw. And though I only gifted three towers, I was almost in tears, seeing the remains of the storm the night before, all the puddles. The farmers have said this area had not received much rain the last two years. Here in much of SK, they don’t have farm irrigation. Whatever falls from the sky is what the farmers rely on to water their crops. I gifted up through Davidson, which is a town a friend said is in need of rain for their crops. This trip is different from my May 2020 trip to Washington State. That was my first big gifting trip and I was encouraged experiencing the torrential rains after the energy flipped, seeing my first chembow and black helicopters. This trip also had many firsts. This time, I especially felt the presence of the birds. I saw crows and magpies a LOT. They seemed to direct me and be there when I was leaving an area and I was distinctly aware of their “voices.” And I saw four... FOUR jack rabbits and twice it was in the city! Well, the burbs, but still, in Saskatoon and Regina both! And let’s not forget the storm Sunday evening. So, I really sensed a love from nature this trip. Flying solo, there’s only so much one can do and being a time frame to do it in. Luckily, with many towers along the highway, I was able to toss some from the car (remembering to roll down the passenger window before throwing!) and only went off the highway if it looked like the towers were less than 20 minutes down a road. I didn’t get to all the towers I saw, but I felt peaceful that there was more help for the Earth than before. The TBs would do their work. I was just the willing taxi for them. I did almost get “caught.” Before I turned off the highway to what looked like a short road to the tower, there was a car that came out to the highway from the road. No biggie, cars pull off to rest in these spots. But, as soon as I turned off, I discovered a shared driveway. I quickly tossed my TB, turned around and just as I was getting back onto the highway, the car came back. It was their property next to the tower and wondered what I was doing. I immediately went into “Where am I?” lost traveler mode! Which, was true, I wasn’t sure where I was. So, it’s helpful to have a camera and map in the front seat. Lost traveler, nature lover, you can play many roles! We are doing covert work and sometimes, a “guise” is needed. Here's a few shots from my trip. I'm so glad it finally happened. I'd been saving TBs for two yrs! I took 120 and came back with ten. I didn't come across too many grey skies. The clouds were stunning, so the OR was pretty high, it just needed a little boost I think. Today is three days post trip and Alberta and Saskatchewan have seen torrential weather. Alberta was pummeled with the biggest hail they’ve ever had. And tonight a massive storm rolled thru Saskatchewan, with tornado alerts going off left, right and center.

I’ve shared with a few select friends that I may have had a hand in this. But, I know the earth is happier with the energy flip. Us, maybe not so much, as it flips. But, I will BUST ON.

#orgone #orgone energy #orgonite #orgonite gifting #weather #weather war #canada #saskatchewan #saskatoon #regina #clouds #rain #tornado #moose jaw #washington #alberta #alaska #winter weather #snow

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Looking for a Place to Happen 2

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity, some violence and threats

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: Here’s chapter two. Think I’ll probably slow down writing. Appreciate y’all.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 2: I follow every little whiff

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You gave yourself a day off that week. Rather, the desolation of Birch allowed you an excuse to get away from your desk. An internet outage across the town had you up and wandering the main road just after noon. Your grandmother refused to join you so she was left to her true crime novel and the weekday droning of talk show hosts.

After a peek in the book shop where you picked out some used thrillers for your nan and a guilty splurge on one of Babs' pies to add to the surprise, you stopped by the diner and had some soup to warm up from the unrelenting cold. You played around on your phone as you blindly slurped from your spoon. With no available connection, you swapped candies to achieve a score high enough to get to the next round.

After another loss, you put your screen down and added some pepper to the tomato soup. You leaned your chin in your hand and peered across the road. The Asp was just diagonal from The Chipped Saucer and from your seat by the window you could see the comings and goings of the dingy bar.

You chuckled to yourself as you remembered the hundreds of comments on your video. You weren't entirely surprised that the internet cheered at the sight of a woman beating up a man in broad daylight, you'd seen much worse on the web. But many were curious and asked about how it started and about the small town alluded to in the caption.

You picked up your phone and flipped open the camera. You pointed it through the glass as one of the many bikers strutted out of the bar and down the street. You knew him, like most in town, he was the leader's right hand man. Steve Rogers. He had an odd gait, rigid with long strides, and you remember Kelly used to make fun of him when you walked home from school. That felt like forever ago.

You ended the video and dropped your phone again. You'd send it to Kelly when the outage was over. It would be a good laugh. Plus, you hadn't heard from her much since she moved to the city.

You finished your soup and paid. You went out into the street and cut around to the backstreets. You made your way back to your nans and found Pippin scratching at the front door. You stopped and scooped him up before you let yourself in.

"Don't like the snow, do ya?" You set him down and he whipped his tail before skittering off, "hey nan, I got you some stuff."

"You spend too much," she grumbled as you hung your coat and grabbed her treats.

"Only on you," you sang as you entered the front room, "sugarless blueberry pie, your fave, and some books about murder and all that freaky stuff you love."

"Hmm," she watched you put the pie and books down on the coffee table, "suppose the pie will go good with tea."

"Ah, and I suppose I'll be making that tea?" You returned.

"My arthritis…" she pouted but her grin came through.

"Yeah, yeah," you snickered as you went to the kitchen to put on the kettle, "we going black today or something lighter?"

"Put on some of the pekoe," she called back, "make a whole pot."

"Will do, ma'am," you trilled and basked in her annoyed mutter.

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When the internet came back, you sent of an email to inform the agency of the interruption and promised to meet your deadlines. Then you puttered around and added a caption to the video before you sent it off to Kelly; 'why he walk like that tho'. She sent a series of crying emojis back and told you to post it.

'Nah, it's a dumb joke.' You typed back.

'Saw ur last vid, ppl will eat it up,' she insisted.

'Well, got nothing else to put up. The account’s dying since no one cares about my writing.'

'DO IT.' Her words sealed your resolve and you uploaded the video with some dramatic music in the background.

The response was almost instantaneous. Several comments saying they were happy to see more and others being for another video. 'We all wanna see inside this fucked up town' one added and several latched on. Ignoring the questions of where this was, you gave a thin promise of future small town thug content.

You turned back to your work email and opened up your draft for your next gig. You couldn't help but smile as you went over your work. You might have just found your niche.

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You knew your nan would lose it if she knew you were snooping around the club, so you didn’t tell her. You went down, made her breakfast, went back upstairs to do your work, then tiptoed out in the late afternoon to poke around town for something to upload. Birch was so dull when you lived there but to those outside, it was a novelty you were all too eager to provide.

You got more videos of the bikers; some revving their bikes, others arguing, but there was nothing overly usable. You were getting bored of it until the man himself walked out of the bar. You record the man’s glower expression as he marched down the sidewalk and turned off just down the way.

‘His name is Bucket… wtf?!’ you keyed in and snorted as you waited for it to load to your account.

Still, there was nothing special going on, like always in Birch, and your grandmother was bound to get suspicious if you kept sneaking around. You went back and hid your phone before she could bitch about it. You cooked her dinner and sat with her as your thoughts swung between work and your TikTok.

You went to bed but couldn’t sleep. You ended up watching YouTube on your phone as the windows shook with the night winds. It wasn’t until the darkness began to glow that you were roused from the cocoon of your comforter. You looked out and saw smoke coming from the main road.

You didn’t think before you pulled on your jeans and shoved your feet into your slipper, unconcerned about them soaking through as you barreled down the stairs, the sleeves of your hoodie only half on. The back door bounced behind you and you crunched down into the snow and clamored past the row of lifeless houses.

You were out of breath as you got to the end of the path and rounded the diner to gape over at the burning garage. You got closer as the line of bikers stood in their leather with breath puffing before them in the frigid night. You stepped back into the shadow of the brick façade of the realty office and swiped your camera open.

Your hands shook and you struggled to steady the image on the screen as the mechanic woman raged in only her tee shirt. You didn’t quite understand what was going on; only that her garage was up in smoke and then men were doing nothing to smother it. She swung at the dark haired man and spat at several others; “cowards”... “fuck all of you!”

You gulped and held your breath as she was dragged away by the large redheaded henchman of the slender outsider. She fought for a moment before she was flung over his shoulder and the biker followed their leader back to The Asp. You sidled in between the building and hid until the voices faded into the wind.

Well, that would be a hell of a video. It might even go viral.

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Your phone did not stop. You almost felt bad as you saw the screen limn the edges of your cell as you left it face down on the little table beside the couch. Your nan sat in her rocking chair talking away on her corded phone to Linette from down the road. You suspected that every other person in town was gossiping about the same thing; the fire.

You finished your coffee and rubbed your eyes as you checked the time and ignored the pulsing notifications. It was too much to keep up with.

Your grandmother hung up and sighed, “can’t believe it. You hear?”

“Hear what?” you pretended ignorance.

“That old garage burned down. The one with the lady,” she said, “pity. When I was a girl, that place was a salon. Ma used to take us there to get our hair cut. The barber would give us wrapped candies and pretend to cut himself with his scissors.”

“Oh? It burned down?” you weren’t sure you were very convincing but you also could just say you saw it happen.

“Yep, no one really can say. You know, maybe she was welding or some rag caught, but I bet my money on those bikers,” she sneered.

“Good thing you’re poor,” you kidded, “and why the bikers?”

“Oh, well, you know Kimmy, Linette’s girl, works down at the diner and she saw that mechanic arguing with one of those strangers, the ones dealing with the club men. Well, it’s no coincidence that trouble follows those leather jackets around,” she rocked as she nodded knowingly, “oh, one of the boys I knew back in the day, he was found burnt up with his bike. They said the tank blew… well, I saw it and that tank was pristine.”

“Nan,” you gasped, “you… Jesus.”

“Well, things don’t change in Birch, we just get older,” she continued, “when you’re young, everything seems new but then you age and it’s all just the same.”

“Wow, how… inspiring,” you said dryly.

“Girlie, you gotta be careful,” she intoned, “that fire, that’s a lesson to all the women in this town. To everyone. You don’t cross the Commandos.”

“I don’t think anyone--”

“That’s another thing, there has never been a shortage of stupid people, not now not then,” she girded, “those women who get tied up in that club, their lives are already done.”

You frowned and hid your phone in your pocket as you stood. You rubbed your neck and picked up your empty mug, “I should get started.”

“Mmm,” she said as she dialed the phone again, “I wonder if Fran knows yet.”

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You were being really fucking stupid but peer pressure was not a logical thing. Even through a screen, you found it hard to resist the goads. So there you were, your phone in your hand as you live-streamed your walk down to The Asp. The data costs alone would make you regret it but you were caught up in the hype of you fifteen second of internet fame.

“Alright,” you stopped across the street and gave a view of the moniker with Cleopatra sultrily looking down at you, “this is it… I just gotta play it cool…” you turned the lens towards you and smiled nervously, “hopefully that dude at the front doesn’t stop me.”

Comments flicked up the bottom of the screen so fast and smilies and hearts floated up the side around your face. You crossed the screen as you turned your phone against your coat and approached the bar door. The large biker butted out his smoke and you bared your teeth nervously. He didn’t stop you as he rolled his shoulders and coughed.

You entered to the noise of classic rock and low voices, the clink of glasses and tap of chalk on marble. You glanced around and quickly swept your phone around to give a view of the patrons. You hurried over to the bar and climbed up on a stool.

“You need a drink?” the woman behind the bar scowled. She looked worn out even with her lips painted bright pink and her eyes clouded with blue shadow.

“Uh, sure, can I… can I get one pint of everything you have on tap?” you asked as you set your phone down and shrugged out of your coat. You draped it over the next stool and reposition your phone as you flipped the cam and used the built in stand on the case to angle yourself onto the screen.

“Sure,” she narrowed her eyes and glanced past you.

You swung your feet as you waited for her to pour the five pints; some with too much foam and the others with no head at all. You took the first and held it up for the camera.

“A classic, BudLight,” you held it up to the light, “no head and…” you sipped, “flat.” You plunked it down and coughed as you grabbed the next, “this is a raddler?” you looked at the tap for confirmation, “grapefruit… smells like piss…” you had a sip, “tastes like it too.”

You chuckled to yourself and asked for a water. You made a show of swishing it around in your mouth before you moved onto the third beer.

“Had to cleanse the palate,” you joked, “now… lots of foam on this one, dark. You know, I’m pretty surprised they have Guinness here but let’s see…” you tasted it and crinkled your nose, “that’s it. Exactly like toilet water!”

You read some of the comments telling you to check the bottles for bugs and laughed. Suddenly you were yanked off the stool by the back of your shirt and your phone was swiped up by another man as the first restrained you. You struggled against his thick arm as it hooked around your neck and the leader of their crew stared at the screen of your cell.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he snarled as he hit the screen with his thumb but the stream kept going. He dropped the phone to the floor and stomped it instead.

“This is the bitch posting about us online,” the man at your back growled. It was Steve, the one with the weird walk.

“I doubt either of you know how to use a computer,” you scoffed, “hey, let me go.”

“And why would we do that when you’re snitching to the whole world, sweetheart?” Bucky kicked your phone away as he crossed his arms.

“Actually, I’m--” you grasped Steve’s arm as it threatened to get tighter, “--promoting your trash business. I was just having a tasting, if you had just asked--”

“Shut up!” Bucky stepped closer and brought your legs up and stopped him as you planted your feet against his stomach.

“Hey,” a woman’s voice came from behind the bar as the waitress shoved aside her empty tray, “hey, she’s just a kid.”

“Bullshit,” Bucky huffed, “she looks full-grown to me.”

“So what are you gonna do?” she said, “she’s young. You can’t--”

“Don’t tell me what I can’t do,” he snapped.

“She’s right,” another voice intoned and that man, Sam, came up beside them with a pool cue in hand, “she’s just goofing around.”

“She’s a rat,” Steve insisted.

“You’re being dramatic. It’s called a meme and you do walk a little strange,” he chuckled, “no one’s gonna follow her breadcrumbs back to this shithole anyway.”

Bucky considered Sam and then looked at Steve. He poked his cheek with his tongue and sucked his teeth.

“So… you vouching for her?” Bucky asked.

“She won’t cause any more trouble, promise,” Sam said, “I’ll make sure of it.”

“You better,” Bucky snapped his fingers and you were released, “get her out of here.”

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mintugiyuu · 3 years

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> here’s the final part of your request @kyojoroo ! I’m so sorry it’s in two different parts, but I learned for the first time that these text boxes have a limit lmao, again I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night! <3

༄ we have to stop meeting like this - continued

sfw one-shot

➥ pairing || rengoku kyojurou x reader

➥ au || modern day; college

➥ warnings || cheesy, tooth-rotting fluff with extra cheese

➥ synopsis || the reader keeps bumping into the one and only rengoku kyojurou; only instead of just casually seeing him over and over again, they quite literally bump into him in the most inconvenient ways possible. (cont.)

➥ part one || click here!

༄ the mediterranean sea collection - masterlist

Today had to be one of the worst days in your life. Freezing, drenched, and newly homeless, you tucked yourself onto the bus stop bench. Lucky you, this one didn't even have an awning to protect you from the elements.

The rain had no pity for your predicament as it pelted your body, the light clothing doing close to nothing for you. Summer had just come, yet the night rainfall seemed to have brought an unexpected chill.

Not to mention the suitcase and duffle bag you had with you were now also getting soaked.

You could only hope nothing was too waterlogged.

Your hand did little to protect your dying phone from getting wet as you tried to search for the nearest place to stay. Motel, hotel, air B'N'B; anything in range to get you off the streets for the night.

You had a feeling this would happen, and boy were kicking yourself for not seeing the red flags and preparing sooner.

Not having enough savings for a dorm, you had signed a contract with the residents of an apartment to rent out one of the rooms for cheap.

The agreement only lasted for two semesters, but they had promised that you'd be able to renew it once summer rolled around.

"Promise my ass." You grumbled, remembering how the original owner had gotten a partner. In return, they refused to let you sign another contract so they would have space for the "love of their life".

You saw the signs; you saw how their stuff slowly moved into the apartment and all the time they were spending there.

You just didn't think they'd be shitty enough people to kick you out the moment your contract ended.

A gust of icy wind rolled through, causing another shudder to rack your body. The closest place wasn't in walking distance, and it was far to late for the buses to be running. Sighing, you shut off your phone and closed your eyes.

You had resigned yourself to walk the several blocks to the nearest 24/7 fast food place to at least get out of the rain.

That was until the rain fall suddenly stopped beating down on you. The rain couldn't have stopped though, you could still hear it. You blinked your eyes open and looked up, surprised to what - or more accurately, who - you saw.

"...Kyojurou?"

Standing there in all his warmth and glory, Kyojurou looked down at you with concern, holding a bright red umbrella over your soaked form.

He couldn't seem to help the small smile that graced his lips at the sound of his first name.

"I'd be happier that you finally used my name if you didn't look so sad and drenched."

A humorless snort escaped your lips as you hugged yourself, shivering slightly. "Timing always has my side doesn't it? I'm just about to head to the closest food place to get out of the rain, so don't worry about it."

"Why?"

"I got kicked out," you shrugged, looking to the ground.

"This late at night?"

"It surprised me too. They found a new roommate and wouldn't let me renew my contract for the next school year, and it just so happens it ended tonight." There was a hint of bitterness in your tone, one that was completely understandable.

Kyojurou's brows furrowed. "They didn't give you a heads up? A two week notice?"

"I'm just lucky they let me pack all of my stuff before I had to leave." You continued to look down at the ground, not seeing the way Kyojurou's face contorted ever so slightly.

He didn't get mad often, but whoever your old roommates are were now on his shit list

"Well that's a shitty thing to do," he stated bluntly, causing you to sputter and blink dumbly at him.

It's been almost a year since you've met the blonde, and in all that time you never once heard him say a single bad word.

"Did you just curse??"

He pretended not to hear, pulling out his own phone to see the time as you mulled over the fact that this sweet ray of sunshine just called someone shitty.

Expression neutralizing as he schemed, he turned back to you. "You don't have to stay in a fast food place for the night."

"Huh?? Are you suggesting I sleep in a box?"

The man smiled, resting a reassuring hand on top of your shoulder, frustration forgotten for now. "You can stay with me!"

"What now?"

Chuckling, he passed the umbrella off to you to hold, beginning to slip his arms out of the jacket he wore. "You can stay with me for the time being until you get back on your feet! Well, us. If you wanted to of course! Sanemi just moved out, so we're looking for a new one regardless."

Baffled at the sudden offer, you started to shake your head, forming the words to decline him. It was too big of a favor, how could you accept that?

He was one step ahead of you, as he always is.

"Before you say anything, no, it would not be any trouble, you're a joy to have around! We can settle the nitty gritty later, let's just get you out of the cold."

"Wait, Kyojurou," you were silenced by a heavy warmth that suddenly engulfed your upper body, including your sight. Moving the fabric from your eyes, you realized it was his jacket.

His once dry clothes was slowly becoming just as soaked as you were as he took back the umbrella, insistently keeping it solely above you.

The gentle way he smiled in combination with the light post that shined behind his head had you convinced he was your guardian angel in disguise.

You hesitantly pulled the jacket closer to your body, not being able to deny how relieving the warmth felt. "But, won't you be cold?"

"My insides are practically pocket heaters, it takes a lot for me to be cold. A little wind and rain won't do anything to me, I promise! Now come on, before you get sick," he insisted as he grabbed your bag, throwing them over his shoulder.

"Little" was an understatement, but you didn't have the energy to argue. It was the middle of the night and you could feel your eyes starting to droop.

Grabbing your luggage to role behind, you let the other wrap his free arm around your form, hand resting on your arm. "Thank you, truly I don't know where to start showing how grateful I am. I owe you big time."

"Never refer to me as Rengoku-san again and I'll call it even!"

A wobbly smile tugged at your lips as you leaned into his side, letting him guide you down the route to his apartment. "You have a deal then, Kyojurou."

The weather broadcasters warned everyone about heavy snowfall, but you couldn’t help but think they could’ve prepared everyone a bit more as you stared out your window and could only see the shadow of snow.

Thank the gods above it was winter break or they’d have to cancel classes, which would just be tuition money flushed down the shitter.

Your train of thought was interrupted by a knock at the door of the bedroom you were in, which was odd because the door was open.

Low and behold, it was your sweetheart of a boyfriend, holding two mugs and using his foot to knock. “I brought hot coco!”

"You don't have to knock, this is your room you dork."

"Our room technically, my dear." He responded smoothly, shutting the door with his foot behind him as he made his way to you.

"Careful not to spill it," he winked, laughing slightly as he handed you your mug.

"Just for that I should," you scoffed playfully, sticking your tongue out at him as you took the drink. The smile on his face was nothing but adoring, finding you to be adorable. You had to look away to dismiss the butterflies that swarmed in your tummy. “Looks like we’re snowed in for a bit. The snow is above the windows.”

Kyojurou hummed in agreement. “I still don’t understand how tiny snowflakes can become so damaging so fast!”

“You’re funny,” you chuckled, taking a sip of the hot beverage. Kyojurou always made the best hot chocolate.

“... UME! I’m glad I can be amusing!” You couldn't hold down the snort at the realization that he wasn't joking, swallowing and shaking your head. You granted him mercy and switched the subject.

“What are the others up to?”

Kyojurou leaned against the sill next to you, shoulder bumping yours affectionately. “Tengen is in the living room playing video games with his girlfriends, Mitsuri is watching a movie in her room and Obanai is watching with her. I think she's also painting his nails from the conversation I overheard while passing by."

“I see.”

The both of you were leaning against the window sill, basking in the comfortable silence. It wasn't common in an apartment full of unique roommates.

Even now you both could hear the loud victory cheer of Suma as Tengen groaned in defeat.

Taking another sip of your drink, you hummed, lifting your head to face Kyojurou. You were going to say something, but that was forgotten as you covered your mouth with your fingers as to not laugh suddenly.

"Hm? Is something wrong?" Your poor oblivious lover had a whipped cream mustache. He tilted his head at you - not unlike an owl - seemingly confused to your sudden shift in expression. You swallowed your laughter down as you placed your drink onto the sill, stepping closer to the blonde.

"No, nothing's wrong. You just have a little something rigghtt..." you reached out to grip his chin gently, swiping your thumb across his top lip to collect the whipped cream. "-there, all gone!"

A pretty, bright red color spread across Kyojurou’s face, wide eyes blinking owlishly at you with his mouth slightly agape. Laughing quietly at his reaction, you licked the cream off your thumb, patting the side of his cheek teasingly.

"You'll catch flies, hun." A click of teeth could be heard as he closed his mouth.

"RIGHT!" He stopped himself to clear his throat, turning to face the window as his usual smile reappeared, though a bit wobbly. "Thank you!"

All you did was hum, a slight mischievous smirk settling onto your face. You were set to happily go back to your drink when you shivered, the chill of the room finally reaching you through your clothes.

Kyojurou caught it from the corner of his eye, turning back to you. “Are you cold?”

You waved him off, shaking your head. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence, you'll just get another sweatshirt.

“I’ll be ok. The hot coco will warm me up in- WOAH!” That plan was thrown out the window when he suddenly scooped you up into his broad arms, smiling determinedly.

"You're not allowed to just continue on being cold, not if I can help it!" The firey man plopped you down onto your shared bed, quickly gathering the collection of fluffy blankets you have accumulated over time.

In the blink of an eye, you were neatly swaddled in said blankets and being held gently to your boyfriend's warm chest. He settled underneath the main blanket, wrapping his strong arms around your body.

“Is that better?” He beamed at you, looking oh so proud of himself.

What did you do to deserve him?

"Much," you all but groaned, snuggling your face into the warmth of his chest. It was like cuddling a big warm marshmallow. “I still can’t understand how you’re so warm.”

“I’m a living-breathing heater, my dear. I’ve explained this before, I’m sure of it.”

You snorted, leaning into his hand as he began to run his fingers through your hair. “I’m not complaining, you’re good to keep around for whenever my hands freeze.”

“I wouldn’t mind one bit," his voice came out softly, planting a warm kiss to onto your forehead. This in turn caused you to melt even further into him, burying your face into his shirt.

Kyojurou laughed with amusement as he turned on the television, looking for something for the two of you to watch for the rest of the evening. You eventually peaked your head out to look at him, wrapping your arms around his middle.

“Hey, Kyojurou?”

“Yes?”

All of his attention was on you. Even in these small moments he looks at you as though you're the most precious human being in the world. And to him, you were.

You hummed, placing a kiss onto his chin. “I’m happy I spilled my drink all over you.”

The small peck had similar effects from the whipped cream incident earlier, though he seemed to snap out of it quicker this time. He smiled brighter, cupping your cheek with his large, warm hand.

“That's an odd way of saying I love you."

This made you pause, the 'L-word' not being used between the two of you yet. “Wait, what?"

He gave you no time to question further as he placed a kiss onto your lips in return, his other hand finding the small of your back to pull you closer.

The initial shock of being kissed faded quickly, your arms finding their way around his neck as you pulled yourself closer. The kiss was short and sweet, yet the passion that Kyojurou lived by was always present.

The kiss came to a pause with you laying on top of his chest, remote forgotten and blankets wrapped around you as you steadied your breathing.

Kyojurou's eyes crinkled slightly with his smile, brushing the back of his hand across your cheek.

"I love you too."

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spring tenderness | l. sangyeon

🌱 word count: 2.1k 🌱 pairing: dad!sangyeon x mom!reader 🌱 genre: tooth-rotting fluff, dad!au, very domestic! au 🌱 tw: mention of food, past pregnancies and breastfeeding 🌱 synopsis: just a cosy morning where you spend some time with your husband and your two boys, Hyungseo and Youngjae. (yes i took kevin and eric’s korean names, don’t ask) 🌱 a/n: i’m not used to write this kind of au but it was so soft and domestic, i’m pretty sure that sangyeon will be a good dad one day 🥺🥺💖 i’m tagging @staywithmoon bc you wanted to read it and i can only thank you for that bub! <33

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You smiled when childish laughter erupted from the garden, the sound warming your heart at your son's joy. The curtains in the children's bedroom filtered the sunlight, generating a subdued and colourful atmosphere. Your son was in a deep sleep, his tiny shut fists resting delicately at the sides of his head, his pacifier moving to the rhythm of his breathing. With the back of your finger, you tenderly stroke his cheek, a joyful smile on your lips.

You sighed lightly, remembering your husband's reaction the day you announced the good news. When you first learned that you were going to be a mother, you weren't sure what to think. Sangyeon's potential bad reaction terrified you, having no idea how well he was going to take this news. The weight had come off your shoulders as he fell to his knees in front of you, eyes sparkling with happiness and excitement, you knew you wanted to live this experience with your boyfriend by your side.

Three years have passed since that wonderful event, and it's safe to say you've never been happier. A beautiful, healthy little boy had joined your pair, and Sangyeon had become an overprotective father, always ready and prepared to take care of his son by relying on the many readings and Internet researches that he had completed during your pregnancy. While you were feeding your son or resting, he would transform into a man-of-all-work and help around the house. It took a huge weight off your shoulders, just like when he woke up instead of you to soothe your child who was struggling to sleep through the night, allowing you to sleep and recharge your batteries. Your husband made a great daddy and loved you and your son to death, showering you both with unconditional love.

You announced your second pregnancy on his birthday, a few weeks after returning from your honeymoon. You stumbled across a video in which a woman was giving her husband baby clothes for his birthday on social media, and you decided that it was a creative idea and did the same.

During all these years of living together and this new experience as parents, Sangyeon had decided that you were the one with whom he wanted to settle in and share his life, proposing to you two years after your son's birth. The preparation for this fabulous event had brought you together a lot, and your skills in relationship communication had evolved exponentially.

Here you are now in a life of four, living in a house with a dog and a garden, a place your oldest son loved almost more than his bedroom and his toys. He spent most of his time there when the weather was nice and warm, having fun playing soccer with his father. He also loved making angels when the snow was in abundance, the smile that radiated on his face filled you with the greatest happiness in the world.

Taking your new born son in your arms, you rocked him gently against you, feeling his warm body all wrapped up in his pyjamas against your chest. He struggled to open his eyes and let his dummy fall against his chest. He was so cute that you couldn't suppress a smile, your son returning almost instantly the second his eyes met yours. The big brown orbs he got from his father held a lot of love, and his little feet wriggled in excitement when you kissed his forehead.

"Did you sleep well, my little angel?" Your thumb stroked his cheek, and he continued to gaze at you in awe, your heart softening with tenderness as he let out a gurgle to answer. Gently fixing his position in your arms as his cheek rolled against your chest, his eyes still misted with sleep bored into yours as he slowly emerged from his slumber.

Opening the patio door to the balcony, you tightened your cardigan around yourself as a light wind blew, creating a slight chill in the comforting morning heat of late spring. Your eldest son was chasing a foam ball, your husband standing in front of the miniature goal that reached his thigh, purposefully missing the ball for your son to score.

"Goaaaaaaaal!" Your other son threw his little arms in the air and ran around the garden, your dog following him with his tail wagging. Sangyeon shrugged but smiled, amused by your son's attitude and enthusiasm. You smiled too from your spot on the balcony, gently cradling your other son in your arms. "Good job, Hyungseo!" Your husband looked around the living room for a short moment, looking for you, but he gave you a smile you couldn't imagine brighter when he noticed you up there, congratulating your son for his accomplishment, but the latter didn't hear you.

Once he finally stopped, breathless, Sangyeon walked over to him while chuckling, bending down to be at the same level with him. You watched your husband whisper something into your son's ear, who almost immediately looked up at you. You gave him a little wave with a smile, and he came running up, locating himself just below the balcony, a huge smile on his face.

"Hi Mom! Hi Youngjae!" He moved his small hands from side to side, and you gave him a flying kiss, Sangyeon lifting him from behind to settle him on his shoulders. He laughed as he kept waving, sending him a playful wink in return as you couldn't reach him.

Your husband grabbed Hyungseo's hands and started running around the garden, still with him on his shoulders, a crystal-clear laugh falling from their lips as they were brimming with energy already so early in the morning. You walked down to the garden, and they stopped when they saw you, Hyungseo touching the ground again. He ran to you as you sat in a lounge chair, watching his younger brother with attentive eyes.

"Are you going to feed him, Mommy?" He asked, and you nodded, making sure your new born was comfortably positioned in your arms. "Come on Hyungseo, let's go make some bread and jam, hm? Youngjae needs to be calm to eat. We can come back to them as soon as we prepared breakfast, okay?" Your husband explained to your child, whose face immediately lit up at the mention of food. “Yesssss!" Your son exclaimed and clapped his tiny hands, Sangyeon gently pushing him inside the house. You looked up smiling, closing your eyes for a quick second as he kissed your lips. "I'll be back in 5 minutes," his hand came to cradle your cheek, and you nodded, enjoying the tender gesture.He kissed your forehead before striding towards the kitchen, closing the sliding door behind him.

You took the opportunity to breastfeed your son, who had his tiny hand resting against your chest, trying to cling onto his food source as your two other boys bustled about and laughed in the kitchen. Your thumb stroked his chubby cheek and you beamed, the tightness you felt in your breast from the milk not being able to compete with the happiness that bloomed in your heart.

"Here you go Mommy," your son's frail voice reached your ears again as your gaze stared into space for a brief moment out of exhaustion, your hand still against your child's face. Hyungseo was holding a tall glass of juice with his two hands, Sangyeon appearing again, balancing three plates in his hands. He put two on his side and one at the other end of the table where Hyungseo usually sat. You kissed your son on the forehead as a thank you and took a few sips, feeling the sweet, pulpy liquid run down your neck and quench your thirst.

"Breakfast served for the best mom in the world," he handed you a plate with two slices of toasted bread spread with butter and honey cut into small squares, smiling at the fact that he had thought about you and your health. "Thank you very much honey," he kissed the top of your head and watched for a few moments Youngjae in your arms as he suckled quietly, his finger caressing his tiny, plump arm. "He's just as handsome as his mother," Sangyeon muttered before looking up at you, a tender smile on his face. You kissed him again, this time on the cheek, your heart going fuzzy at the notable sweetness and sincerity behind his words.

Your husband sat down with Hyungseo and began to enjoy breakfast, chatting and exchanging looks with great affection. You had never been so complete, and you could only thank life for making your path cross with Sangyeon's. He gave you a wink and quickly wiped off the chocolate spread that decorated the corner of your son's mouth with his finger before bringing it to his own mouth, the latter asking a lot of questions about his little brother and his health.

He was indeed going through the phase when curiosity was the only thing on his mind, your husband sometimes losing patience as your son wondered about anything and everything. Fortunately, he hadn't yet been amazed at how he and his little brother were created and brought into the world, but it won't be long in coming.

"Mommy! Are you coming to play with Daddy and me?" Hyungseo ran to the rocking chair in which you always fed Youngjae, your eldest child stroking his little brother's skull with his hand. "No Hyungseo, leave Mommy alone, she needs some rest. Nourishing a child can get pretty exhausting for your mother, but she will come and play soon," Sangyeon explained as he carried the plates to the kitchen, his body in the glass doorway. He nodded to his son to follow him, and he obeyed, a sad pout decorating his lips. "Honey, I'll come and play with you after I put Youngjae to bed for a nap, okay?" Sorrow left your son's eyes almost immediately, beaming as he heard his father call him from the kitchen. "Come on, go help Daddy with the dishes. Mommy promises to take care of you as soon as possible," he trotted back to your chair and pressed his lips on your cheek in a slobbery kiss before running to the kitchen.

You chuckled through your nose when you heard Sangyeon scold him for running around barefoot before shifting your attention back to your son, who was looking at you with a lot of admiration in the eyes. Giving him a lovely smile, your thumb came to caress his cheek again, a wave of relief flooding your chest as he finally let go of your breast. After you burped him, you were about to go upstairs to change his diapers, but Sangyeon emerged from the kitchen right at the same time, smiling at the sight of you cradling your son on your shoulder.

"It's okay, I'll take care of it," he winked at you before taking his son from your arms and kissing him on the forehead, Hyungseo walking up to you to hug you, his little arms struggling to wrap themselves around your thighs. "Come on, Hyungseo, let's brush our teeth and then we'll play, okay?" He nodded, still leaning against you, and you took his hand, leading him to the second floor, following the same path your husband had taken a few seconds ago.

Being the big boy he wanted to be and in a hurry to get back to playing with his foam ball, your oldest awkwardly brushed his teeth on his own, putting toothpaste all over his face and fingers. You lowered yourself to his level and showed him the right movements he needed to do to brush his teeth properly. Sangyeon was in the corner of the room, a smile on his lips as he changed your son's diapers, moved by the attention you paid to your children's education. He gently wiped Youngjae clean and tickled his belly once he was done clipping the press studs of his bodysuit, your son immediately giggling at his father.

"Everything's good, you can go back to play, but don't run down the stairs," you ruffled your son's hair with a tender hand, Hyungseo dashing outside the bathroom. You were about to raise your voice, but you listened to him go down the stairs one by one with a content smile, satisfied that he obeyed you. "Thank you," you mumbled, wanting to take your son off the baby-changing table, but Sangyeon was quicker.

"You already carry him all day, let me relieved your back and take care of him," you rested his head on his shoulder as he hugged your son, feeling a hand cling to your cheek, making you laugh as Youngjae also wanted to participate in this moment of tenderness. "Come on, let's go downstairs before our other one gets all jealous," you chuckled before kissing your son then husband, letting him grab some sunglasses and a little hat for your son.

Grazing the railing with your fingertips, you sighed with ease, feeling loved and cared for by the three men who lived in your house. You used to have many doubts and insecurities about motherhood, but your husband's help and support had erased them all. You were happy to be a mom, and nothing could change that.

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