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Kicking my heels thinking about Dean giving Cas something to dress up in for a case in one of his giddy 'Cas is here!' moments and when he comes out Dean is all "sweet!" and "looking good!" and "give us a twirl!" so Cas turns in an awkward little circle with his bashful little 'getting positive attention from Dean' smile. And as Dean passes him to say "let's go get this [mashed up pop culture reference] son of a bitch" he pats Casās hip. This is real this is real to me.
#it's in a 'the creative team try making dean seem super normal about his male friends' era#as an attempt to counteract destiel#however his only consistent male friends are castiel and crowley at this hypothetical point#so with his track record it only serves to make him look gayer. lol.#to see Cas's bashful dean attention smile see the season 8 cleaned up after Purgatory scene#and him on the phone with Dean when he says its so good to hear your voice#and scattered through seasons 4 and 5
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The Story of Us: Chapter 1
pairing: logan sargeant x famous!fem!singer
summary: logan and you have been keeping a secret from everyone but it might be time for it to come out
a/n: while I do my best on most of my works to be race neutral, this one is very very very self indulgent š¤·š»āāļø
a/n2: this is part 1 of 4/5, which will be released when theyāre finished and Iām using pretty much everything from Taylor Swift
a/n3: I still donāt understand instagram so - no one but those that follow you can see a private accounts comments (even on a public post). Also I still hate twitter so Iāve replaced it with Bluesky
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y/n_fanpage: y/n_nation has been busy this past week with hints of whatās to come. Obviously midnight has something to do with her announcement! Thoughts?
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user1: NO. SHUT UP!!!
ā³user2: NEW STUFF??? NEW MATERIAL??
ā³user1: MOTHER IS BACKKK!!!
ā³user2: I forgot that itās y/n_nation that posts the announcements now šš I feel like Iāve missed so much stuff
ā³user1: girl you better go back and check it out
charles_leclerc: cannot wait! Will definitely be on repeat in the garage
ā³carlossainz55: yes!!
ā³scuderiaferrari: already making room for it in the playlist!
ā³user3: ok but this just makes sense to me!!
ā³user4: right? Of course Carlos and Charles are y/n fans!
user5: another banger album on the way!
ā³user6: album of the year!!
user7: š¤š¤ fingers crossed itās a love album
ā³user8: oh my god same?
ā³user7: like I love her other stuff so much but her love albums??? Next. Level.
ā³user8: right?? Oh imagine being loved by someone who writes literal love songs for you
ā³user7: not just love songs thoā¦Thee love songs!
alex_albon: new race day anthem loading!
ā³logansargeant: š
ā³alex_albon: I canāt be teammates with you if youāre not a y/n fan
ā³logansargeant: biggest fan there is
ā³alex_albon: well thatās not possible
ā³lilymhe: no one is taking that title from us!
ā³logansargeant: if you say soā¦
ā³oscarpiastri: š¤£š¤£
user9: tour tour tour tour!
ā³user10: sheās hasnāt even released the album yet? Like Jesusā¦
y/n
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y/n: this is a no judgement zone, right? Right? Meet the newest members of the family ā Snowball and Snowflake, Marshmallow, and Croissant!
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user11: Iām in love?
ā³user12: youāre in love? Iām in love!!!
ā³user13: theyāre so cute!
maxverstappen1: Youāre a cat mom too?
ā³user14: still not over the thought that vroom vroom guys are in mothers comment section
logansargeant: good looking pups there!
charles_leclerc: it must be the season for new pets!
ā³user15: ok but this seems desperate?
ā³user16: oh Iām glad Iām not the only one to sense this
ā³charles_leclerc: non! It is called shooting your shot!
ā³user15: reads like desperation tbh
ā³maxverstappen1: ha
ā³charles_leclerc: I donāt think I like you anymore
ā³user15: Iām not sure who youāre talking too or who should be more offended
ā³charles_leclerc: yes
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y/n: We lie awake in love and in fear, in turmoil and in tears. We stare at walls and drink until they speak back. We twist in our self-made cages and pray that we arenāt ā right this minute ā about to make some fateful life-altering mistake.
This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we pace and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go searching ā hoping that just maybe, when the clocks strike twelveā¦weāll meet ourselves.
Midnights, the story of 13 sleepless nights scattered throughout my life, is yours now. Meet me at midnight
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user16: what??? Like what??
user17: did she seriously just drop a surprise album on us?????
ā³user18: miss maāam mother i know that the album is called midnight but that does NOt mean you have to drop it at midnight! I have classes tomorrow!
maxverstappen1: vigilante shit is on repeat!
ā³redbullracing: we can confirm this ā
ā³charles_leclerc: bejeweled is where itās at actually
ā³scuderiaferrari: excuse us while we grab our rhinestones
ā³maxverstappen1: itās ok to admit youāre wrong.
ā³charles_leclerc: Iām glad youāre being truthful!
ā³maxverstappen1: ššš
user19: ok but mastermind??? What kind of groundwork are you laying girl??
ā³user20: right??? Sheās been writing love songs for years and thereās still nothing about who theyāre for
ā³user21: for real!!! Sheās come out about a lot of her songs ā illicit affair about yourbff and back to December being about yoursister ā but sheās Never! Said anything about who the love songs are about!
ā³user19: Iām convinced sheās in a long term relationship and theyāre all about her partner!
ā³user20: user53 your help is needed rn!
ā³user53: oh god not again
ā³user19: when im right im gonna laugh in your face
ā³user53: uh huh sure you will
alex_albon: do we have to pick a favorite?? Canāt we just play it on repeat in itās entirety?
ā³lilymhe: we absolutely will be doing that
ā³logansargeant: really? The entirety??
ā³alex_albon: for someone who tried to say you were her biggest fan, this is disappointing behavior
ā³lilymhe: it really is
ā³logansargeant: š¤·š¼āāļøš¤·š¼āāļø
ā³logansargeant: š¤£
oscarpiastri: my sisters have been screaming at me since it dropped
ā³logansargeant: oops. Sorry about that man ā know how that feels
ā³hattiepiastri: we! need! a! signed! copy!
ā³oscarpiastri: I thought you were just into kpop?
ā³hattiepiastri: mom! nicolepiastri Oscar is being mean!
ā³oscarpiastri: low blow.
ā³hattiepiastri: š¤Øš„ŗ
ā³oscarpiastri: ā¦Iāll see what I can do
ā³user19: š§š§š§
landonorris: I donāt know which one to choose as a favoriteā¦
ā³oscarpiastri: oh no
ā³landonorris: which means all of them are!
ā³oscarpiastri: does this meanā¦
ā³carlossainz55: he will be singing the entire album at the top of his lungs, yes
ā³danielricciardo: it wonāt be good singing but it will be consistent
ā³oscarpiastri: no
ā³carlossainz55: yes
ā³danielricciardo: yup
ā³landonorris: go away muppets! Leave me and y/n and her album alone
ā³oscarpiastri: š¤£š¤£
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logansargeant: always a great feeling being back home ā even better with new friends
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user22: new puppy??? Winter break did Logan good this year!
alex_albon: you didnāt tell me you got a new dog!
ā³logansargeant: haha itās technically not mine but sorry!
ā³alex_albon: you got a new dog and didnāt tell me!! Me!!
ā³logansargeant: šš
ā³lilymhe: heās pacing right now, heās in distress
ā³logansargeant: sorry not sorry
ā³logansargeant: would a visit with him help?
ā³alex_albon: it is literally the least you could do
ā³logansargeant: š heāll be at Miami
ā³alex_albon: good!
user23: ummm?? Could I take the place of the puppy???
user24: Iām?? Jealous? Of a dogā¦
ā³user25: big mood
ā³used24: this is not where I predicted my life would be 10 years agoā¦
ā³user25: no one ever does.
user19: am I gonna be attacked if I say something?
ā³user53: potentially
ā³user19: do you just have me on notifications??
ā³user26: we alert them every time we see you post
ā³user26: you scare us
ā³user19: just because Iām always right doesnāt mean Iām scary
ā³user53: ok letās take it to dms.
ā³user19: buckle up then buddy cause Iāve got it all printed out
ā³user26: user53 is a real one š«” taking it for team
ā³user19: š”š”š”
ā³user53: user19 come on. Explain your newest conspiracy
not_y/n: what a cutie! And he looks so well behaved
ā³not_logan: why thank you!
ā³not_oscar: gross guys. Keep it to yourselves please and thank you
ā³not_y/n: why?? Want me to call you a good boy too??
ā³not_logan: absolutely not!
ā³not_oscar: eww š¤¢ youāre solidly in the sister category and this is not game of thrones
ā³not_y/n: š
ā³not_y/n: speaking of ā hotd season 1 binge before Miami?
ā³not_logan: yes!
ā³not_oscar: yes! ā L
ā³not_oscar: i guess that itās a yes from us
y/n
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y/n:
What keeps you up at night?
Itās a momentary glimmer of distraction. The tiniest notion of reminiscent thought that wanders off into wondering, the spark that lights a tinderbox of fixation. And now it is irreversible. The flame has caught. Youāre wide awake.
3am is different from midnight ā the sky is ever darker and the thoughts even more haunting. Things that would keep you up at one donāt at the other.
Midnights: the 3am edition is yours now
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user27: why? Would? You? Do? This? To? Me?? I just barely got over midnights?? And now I have to listen to 3am??
oscarpiastri: again? Didnāt we just go through this 2 weeks ago?
ā³landonorris: WOOOO!
ā³oscarpiastri: oh no š„
ā³logansargeant: you could show some enthusiasm? Youāve definitely said sheās one of your favorite artists before
ā³oscarpiastri: she is. Landoās version of her? Not so much
ā³landonorris: so rude!
ā³carlossainz55: I think it might be a self defense mechanism
ā³danielricciardo: gotta save those eardrums somehow
ā³landonorris: š”š”
danielricciardo: Paris baby!
ā³user28: I knew you were a man of taste!
ā³yukitsunoda0511: heās really not. The Great War is superior
ā³danielricciardo: you wish
user29: ok but wouldāve, couldāve, shouldāve??
ā³lilymhe: karma is still the superior song
ā³alex_albon: bigger than the whole sky? Did you miss that song?
ā³lilymhe: weāre breaking up. I canāt be with someone whoās top song isnāt karma
ā³user29: sorry but youāre both wrong š¤·š¼āāļø
user19: Paris???? Are you kidding me!??!? And The Great War?!??
ā³user53: Iām gonna need you to take a deep breath
ā³user19: I told you!
ā³user53: yes you did. And, and I canāt believe Iām saying this, Iām starting to believe you
ā³user30: who are you and what happened to user53?
ā³user53: I donāt know man. I donāt know
ā³user53: however user19 might be on to something hereā¦
ā³user19: MIGHT?!?
ā³user19: just you wait!
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y/n_nation: pack your backs and get your tickets! Coming to a city near you, the Eras Tour is a journey through y/nās decade long music career!
Starting in Miami, Opening Night is Monday, May 6ā¦more
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user30: YES!!!
ā³user31: omg omg omg omg!!!!
danielricciardo: already planning on it!
ā³maxverstappen1: so lucky that opening day is immediately after the Miami GP!
ā³danielricciardo: exactly! Itāll be nice to spend a few extra days in Florida!
ā³user19: yes so luckyā¦
oscarpiastri: on the one hand I think my sisters would kill me if we didnāt go for opening nightā¦on the other hand I donāt know if I can do a live show with Landoā¦
ā³logansargeant: maybe youāll get lucky and have separate seating?
ā³oscarpiastri: one could only hopeā¦
ā³landonorris: you frickin muppets
ā³hattiepiastri: seriously???
ā³oscarpiastri: will work on it
ā³hattiepiastri: yes!!
alex_albon: suddenly i feel like the garages will have a lot of extra guestsā¦
ā³lilymhe: what do you mean? I always planned on going to Miami!
ā³alex_albon: does always mean 20 minutes?
ā³carmenmmundt: it does actually!
ā³georgerussell63: since when?
ā³francisca.cgomes: for about the last 20 minutes!
ā³pierregasly: hint received
ā³francisca.cgomes: š¤
user32: ok i need to be at opening night nowā¦
ā³user33: right? The chance to see all these drivers in person?
ā³user32: AND to see y/n perform live?!? Dream come true
charles_leclerc: I am ready to fight the Ticketmaster
ā³alexandrasaintmleux: yay!
ā³user34: oh to have Charles leclerc fight Ticketmaster for youā¦
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logansargeant: last minute dates before the season starts
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user35: who? What? Where? When?
ā³user36: A GIRLFRIEND?!??!!? SINCE WHEN????
alex_albon: first you get a dog and donāt tell me and now you have a whole ass GIRLFRIEND AND DIDNT TELL ME???? Where is the team loyalty?
ā³logansargeant: ā¦weāve been together longer then Iāve been your teammate?
ā³user37: what?? HOW LONG?
ā³alex_albon: exactly! HOW LONG???
ā³logansargeant: just over 10 years now
ā³alex_albon: you were a baby?
ā³logansargeant: I was nearly 14?
ā³alex_albon: a baby!!
oscarpiastri: tell her to answer her texts
ā³logansargeant: she said sheās on a strict no phone policy
ā³oscarpiastri: I can see her on her phone right now
ā³logansargeant: āoh itās exclusively against Australians who mocked my cooking attemptsā
ā³oscarpiastri: ššš
ā³oscarpiastri: whatever she made IT WAS NOT BANANA BREAD
ā³logansargeant: ābut you didnāt have to laugh at me!ā
ā³alex_albon: the Australian knows???
ā³oscarpiastri: there are levels here albon. Gotta get on my level ā childhood best friends
jensonbutton: youāve never mentioned you had a girl, kid
ā³logansargeant: ok but to be fair youāve never asked?
ā³jensonbutton: and youāve never introduced us?
ā³logansargeant: she supports from a distance ā she also travels a lot for work
ā³jensonbutton: kidā¦
ā³alex_albon: DOES ANYONE BUT THE AUSTRALIAN KNOW??
ā³oscarpiastri: my family knows
ā³alex_albon: Loganā¦
ā³logansargeant:š
user38: that Florida sun does something amazing for Logan!
ā³user39: is it the sun or is it the girl??
ā³logansargeant: itās not the girl
ā³logansargeant: itās my girl
ā³user39: I am literally swooning right now good lord
user19: user53! I told you
ā³user53: ā¦yeah ok
ā³user40: user19 I need the timeline I need the proof I need the receipts
ā³user19: Iāve got you!
Bluesky
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f1: itās time to be fearless! Miss Americana will be performing the National Anthem at the Miami GP the day before the start of her Eras tour!
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user41: oh my god!!! I get to see her twice???
ā³user42: seriously??? Iām so jealous
ā³user41: I donāt know which gods blessed me but I managed to get tickets to both!!
ā³user42: you know I heard itās good to sleep with your windows openā¦
maxverstappen1: y/n the Redbull Garage would gladly welcome you!
ā³redbullracing: absolutely! You Belong With Us!
ā³user43: ā¦is the redbull admin playing wingman for max?
ā³redbullracing: the grind never stops
ā³maxverstappen1: thanks admin
ā³user43: gotta respect that I guess
landonorris: I think papaya is more your color y/n!
ā³user44: I think she might prefer a winner actually
ā³user44: you know to match her 3 album of the yearās
ā³landonorris: ok i let stand the bullying from my friends and teammates
ā³landonorris: but im not gonna stand for it from you
williamsracing: i think we could have The Best Day with you and your fellow American y/n!
ā³logansargeant: hey what?
ā³alex_albon: thatās it? Gonna need more enthusiasm from the guy who āclaimsā heās the biggest fan
ā³lilymhe: yeah! Show off your American spirit
ā³logansargeant: caw caw šŗšøšŗšøš¦
š¦
ā³y/n: stunning show
ā³lilymhe: š¤Æš¤Æ
user49: didā¦did she justā¦
ā³user50: respond to Logan Sargeant? Yeah
ā³user49: ohmygod
scuderiaferrari: I do believe Red is your color y/n
ā³charles_leclerc: we look best in Red here!
ā³carlossainz55: and we have ice cream!
ā³charles_leclerc: yes! Custom ice cream just for you
ā³alexandrasaintmleux: and weāll even have a puppy if youād like a puppy play date!
ā³charles_leclerc: yes leo is very well behaved
ā³user51: the desperation stinks all up in here
user52: i am living for all the garages trying to get y/n to join them for the weekend
ā³user54: my favorite part is the desperation coming from the drivers
ā³user54: silly vroom vroom guys and gals thinking they could shoot their shot with y/nā¦ liked by not_y/n
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TGCF Revised Version Afterword by MXTX
Since I kept seeing snippets of this, I wanted to read the whole thing for myself. I'd already bought the book on JJWXC and did an MTL for this. It's so wonderful that she's back and sharing new things and that the revised is finally done! - Tawny --------------------------------------------- The author has something to say:
Seeing the small red clay stove again.
āāāā Afterword of "Heaven Official's Blessing" 2022
ā Finally done!
Long time no see! It's another afterword starting with "finally." Without further ado, seasoned readers would know that I make substantial revisions. For instance, scenes like the Bai Feng Mountain Hunt and the ending recognition of Sizhui in the serial version of "Mo Dao Zu Shi" were not originally there.
The revisions in "Heaven Official's Blessing" are the most extensive of all my works. It was a huge project, as it is also the longest in terms of length, serialized over eight months. Due to poor health and other reasons, the revision process was interrupted for a long time before I picked it up again, and it sporadically took about five to six months over several years.
In the era of web novels, there are endless new entertainments, and honestly, not many people re-read a story. Plus, some problems in the serialized version are structural and can't be changed, but I still tried my best to address my regrets. After all, when I was serializing it, I was almost always in a feverish and sick state, barely pushing through. Additionally, I often enjoy comparing different versions of my favorite authors' works back and forth, finding pleasure in the process. So, for readers, discovering "Wow, this part has changed!" is like starting a new journey with Easter eggs in a second round.
ā The new revised version includes about 100,000 words of new content!
These 100k words are mainly concentrated in the latter half of Volume 1 and Volume 3, but there are plenty scattered throughout the text. For example, I fulfilled a promise to A-Hua, giving him several new outfits. Seeing A-Hua dressed beautifully in a new hairstyle to meet his gege made me happy.
In terms of the intensity of revisions, personally, I feel it goes like this:
Volume 1 and Volume 2 > Volume 3 > Volume 5 > Volume 4.
Additionally, the new version cuts some redundant words and plots that weren't very meaningful. However, I tried to keep all the original interactions between Hua Lian as complete as possible. If some minor interactions are missing, they weren't deleted but moved around.
ā One day, I suddenly dug out something.
An antique from 2017, a folder called "Heaven Official's Blessing Setting Collection."
Curiously, I opened it and read with interest.
ā Comparing the original setting outline and the main text, the highest fidelity is in the main storyline between Hua Cheng and Xie Lian.
A-Hua, restored at a ratio of 1:100.
Hua's character setting is the most detailed, and virtually every point made it into the main text, including details like "ghosts don't like the sun, so Hua Cheng sometimes drapes a red cloth over his head"...
Points not used, listed a few:
As a child:
Ā· After being saved from falling off a city wall, he foolishly followed a parade over and over again, grabbing people to ask, "Who is that? Who is that person?" People told him, "That's the royal son, the future Celestial God, the most outstanding Crown Prince of Xianle Nation ever!"
(This point couldn't be used because in the text A-Hua was held in the Crown Prince's arms after being saved)
Ā· At home, he was often punished to stand or kneel, not given food, and wore old clothes, accused of stealing money. Whenever he argued with his family, he would stubbornly sleep in the Prince's temple overnight.
Ā· Went to Mount Tai Cang to volunteer sweeping red leaves at Huangji Observatory, just to sneak peeks at his future wife happily swinging.
After becoming the ghost king:
Ā· One of his hobbies is buying and building houses everywhere.
Ā· Very protective of his leather boots, would (badly) polish them until they shone.
Ā· To other devout followers of Xie Lian, he said: "You have good taste."
Ā· Secretly prepared many betrothal gifts for his beloved god, wanting to marry him!
The character setting of Xie Lian as a teacher in the serialized version compared to the initial draft, the serialized text subtly differs. The initial draft was more... exquisite and elegant, very serious. The serialized text is more... humorous. I think perhaps because some plot points were tragic, Xie Lian thought he should be happier to make the readers more relaxed, so he drove me to adjust his mental state! But due to the spiritual oppression at that time, the character's depth was not enough, while in the new revised version, I hope he can show a more self-content state on the same core basis.
Excerpts from the unused original setting:
Ā· Super easy-going. Easy-going means: if given fifty bucks, he would happily dress in drag and dance. Accepts haggling. Thirty bucks works. Twenty bucks too!
Ā· The observatory is small, the house is broken, wants to grow flowers. Leaks during rain, so he uses a bucket to catch rainwater.
Ā· Because he can't afford a caretaker, he cleans himself, and also feeds chickens. Chickens eat flowers. Keeps a cat.
Ā· Completely engrossed in discussing serious matters, he unknowingly finished all the broken sweet dumplings!
ā Water, Earth, Wind original setting:
The highest fidelity is the main line between Hua Cheng and Xie Lian, followed by the Water, Earth, Wind subplot.
The main conflict hasn't changed. Just... how could the original setting of Water, Earth, Wind be so dark and terrifying!
The character morals in the main text improved a lot, otherwise, the original Black Water would be sheer scheming + murderous! The ending for the Wind Master would have been more tragic.
The Venerable of Empty Words suddenly became an improvised character. It seemed like an ancient fable-like monster, making the main text more interesting than the original setting.
Overall, the formal version is a bit better written than the original draft.
ā The unfortunate life of Lang Ying:
Lang Ying? Is there such a character? I don't remember!
Ah? It seems there was such a person, but I don't remember any of his plotlines.
This is most people's feeling towards the character of Lang Ying. It's not a delusion because he barely had any significant plot. In fact, any valuable scenes could have been replaced equivalently, so in the new revised version, I deleted this character.
But, in the 2017 setting collection, I suddenly found that I had actually opened a separate document for Lang Ying, and his role was defined as a "growing-type BOSS!"
I was silent.
And immediately opened the document, curious about my initial setting. A "growing-type BOSS," how did he become someone whose deletion went unnoticed...? (I even don't know how to address him!)
Who knows, perhaps out of excitement, I accidentally pressed the wrong shortcut, and somehow it became irreversible, leaving only an empty document for me to stare in disbelief. The once "growing-type BOSS" has now forever become a mystery!
This is the unfortunate life of the deleted Lang Ying.
Ā· There was another document in the setting collection called "Swordsmith." I opened the document and read it with interest.
I was shocked. Because I completely forgot I had conceived this story. Why didn't I write it?!
Darn.
I know why I didn't write it. This story... it had no ending!
āāāāāāā Thus, the magical glimpse into the "Heaven Official's Blessing Setting Collection" concludes!
ā I like men with stories!
Maybe because I watched an outstanding work as a child. It was a memoir, the protagonist in the biography was gentle and affable, and the protagonist in the memories was cold and ruthless. The story was scattered with the poignant fragrance of white plum blossoms amidst bloody and stormy circumstances.
This almost perfect work deeply influenced my aesthetics, leading me to be most interested in the memory parts of characters in various works. Although many viewers prefer the present scenes, often asking when the memories will end, I actually find these intense and painful memories to be the most fascinating!
A story is the history of a character, as well as the key to their personality. A person with a story stands before me like a puzzle. The way to solve this puzzle is to understand their story. Because the biography makes one curious to know more about a character they like, loving them more now because of their past. When serializing "Heaven Official," my greatest pain initially was telling myself, "This time I don't want to write a memory slaughter," deliberately trying to avoid a structure similar to previous works, yet I still hadn't found a better way to express it, resulting in my deep dissatisfaction with the later part of Volume 1. I was also hesitant to fully commit to the memory scenes in Volume 2, and with the heavy mental burden, this part was very painful to write. When revising, looking at Volume 2 was almost unbearable, because I'm the type of person who, as a child, would immediately switch channels when a TV show's protagonist was about to be wrongfully accused or embarrassed. I couldn't help but knock on a friend's door and ask:
Me: Was the author suffering some kind of mental trauma at the time? This negative energy is too horrifying, the protagonist is so pitiful, I really admire anyone who could read through Volume 2 completely.
Friend: Do you even have the right to say that?
But the memory slaughter in Volume 4 was much freer, written in one breath, so the revisions for this volume were also the least.
So, will you still write large segments of memory slaughter?
Um, well, we'll see, haha, hehe...
ā Closing Remarks:
Lastly, I'll address the question some asked me, "Will the new revised 'Heaven Official's Blessing' be more torturous?"
Me: You're talking nonsense. 'Heaven Official's Blessing' is a sweet pampering story, thank you!
Acknowledgments:
Shi Nai'an wrote in the preface to "Water Margin": "On snowy nights, about five or six people listen to my storytelling; on rainy days, about seven or eight; on bright and sunny days, about ten. I read, everyone listens, and we are all happy, with no other thoughts." When I read this as a young person, I was delighted. What divine days! Writing first to entertain oneself, then to entertain others. Self-expression and self-acceptance are certainly primary, but the affection of others is also a significant positive feedback. Thus, first, I thank the steadfast readers who have accompanied me all this time. I've thought about just walking away amidst the noisy disputes; abandoning the account amidst the tumultuous world! It seems not bad. But looking back, I can't bear to leave some truly sincere readers.
I've had authors I liked disappear from the internet, and I always feel like a part of my youth has vanished, a feeling quite distressing, reminiscent of overly grand and harsh things like the tears of the era or the torrent of history. So, I want to accompany my readers as long as possible, hoping that the day of parting comes later. Perhaps I'm not good enough now, but I will strive to be better in the future. Or perhaps you've never truly understood what kind of person I am, or even completely misunderstood me, but as long as you genuinely like my stories, we can sit down and chat.
And, I must mention my friends, who can be described as having the courage of a hero. Long time no see, Teacher Changyang's illustrations are still as beautiful as those of a celestial being, I hope Teacher CAS can go to bed earlier and worry less, and Teacher Kuohao, who despite a heavy workload, still fully honored our agreement. The "Heaven Official's Blessing" radio drama is really fantastic! It reminded me of the original intention of writing this story, and I was very moved. If it weren't for the silent companionship and efforts of these old friends, Mo Xiang Tong Xiu might have stopped writing back in 2016, disappearing from the world of martial arts, and thus, "Heaven Official's Blessing" would not have been born. I look forward to retracing the paths we once walked together when gathering ideas. And many friends who reached out to help and encourage me, thank you for accompanying me through the snowy nights.
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Chapter 1- I D.A.R.E. You
Summary: After starting your new job as a 3rd grade teacher at Alma Pierce Elementary School, you meet a handsome Javier PeƱa who has been forced to come give a presentation to your grade. Although you've never met him, you're shocked to find out you may have more in common than you'd think.
Warnings: Mentions of Javi's past work for the DEA, mentions of death and grief, language, financial compensation if you were subjected to the D.A.R.E program as a child, Javi's family friends giving him sass
Word count: 6.2K
A/N: Post Season 3 Javi lives forever in my brain, as the first chapter of this story takes place in Laredo, May of 1997. This man deserves love, and boy is he going to get it.
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āItās your lucky day, PeƱa!āĀ
Javier glanced up from the pile of paperwork scattered across his desk to acknowledge the voice coming from the doorway to his office.Ā
āWhat do you want, Carter?āĀ
Javier's voice half grunted in response, his eyes shifting back down to the pile of papers on his desk. In his doorway stood his office mate, Detective Eric Carter. When Javier began his new position with the Laredo County Sheriff's Department 4 months ago, it took everything in him to keep from calling his new co-worker Steve. At a glance, he looked just like his old DEA partner. Tall, lanky, with a wiry head of blonde hair and bright blue eyes. 30 seconds into meeting Carter, it didnāt take long to realize looks were about the only thing he and Steve Murphy had in common. Eric Carter was a human ray of fucking sunshine, and his chipper demeanor was blinding Javier this early in the morning.Ā
āItās your turn!ā Carter replied in a sing-songy voice, slapping a red file folder onto Javierās desk, covering the papers he had been sorting through. Javier picked up the folder and crinkled his brows in confusion. He turned the cover towards him, holding it just far enough away so that his squint trying to read its contents wasnāt too obvious. God, he just needed to give up and buy reading glasses already.Ā
As he got the folder just the right distance away from his face, he gave Carter a look that said absolutely fucking not. The folder read D.A.R.E school assembly lessons, with a picture of the Lion mascot giving a big thumbs up in his black D.A.R.E shirt. The office had recently been recruited by Laredo Public School District to start giving presentations to the Elementary schools, using the program aptly abbreviated for Drug Abuse Resistance Education.Ā
āJust take away the āRā and rearrange some letters and it spells DEA!ā Carter laughed to himself. āItās like it was made for you!āĀ
āNo.āĀ
āSorry PeƱa, youāre bottom of the totem pole this week. Weāve all done our time, and youāre the last one left in the office who has yet to go present. Itās not even that bad, you just basically go talk to these kids for an hour and tell them drugs are bad, donāt do them, yadda, yadda, yadda, you get the gist, and then itās done. Piece of cake!āĀ
āIām not fucking going.ā Javier scoffed. āI have shit I have to get done.ā Gesturing in annoyance to the piles of papers on his desk, now in disarray from the folder being thrown on his desk.Ā
āNot a choice, Mr. PeƱa.āĀ
A new voice passed by the doorway, and a much broader frame stood behind Carterās. Chief Deputy Dean Morris, had joined the conversation, knowing that it wouldnāt end easily for Detective Carter if he kept harassing Javier about it. Morris was head of the department, and what he said, went. Coming from a background in the Air Force, Morris knew how ācivilianā a position at a sheriffās department must have felt for Javier after his time in the DEA. 5 years ago, it seemed fair to think that neither of them would have assumed paperwork, mundane training programs, and now, arguing over talking to 10 year olds about the dangers of doing drugs would have played any importance in their jobs.Ā
Ā āRight of passage. Ever since the school board dropped this on us last year, weāve all done our time. Believe me, no one wants to do it, but like Carter said, today is your lucky day!ā Morrisās voice oozed with sarcasm, knowing that Javier would absolutely hate every second of what he was about to have to do.Ā
āYou lucked out on your day to go too, PeƱa. It looks like you get to go to the school with the hot teach-OW! Hey! What was that for?!ā Morris had slapped Carterās shoulder before he could get out the rest of his sentence.Ā
āKeep it in your pants, okay Carter?āĀ
Carter let out a huff of defeat. āIām just saying, he could have gotten worse days to goā¦āĀ
āJust read from the notes, let the kids ask a couple of questions at the end and then youāre on your way. Easy peasy. When you get to the school office theyāll let you know where to go.āĀ
Javier opened his mouth to rebuttal, but before he could even get out a word, Morris held up his hand to stop him.Ā
āNot a choice. Iāll have Carter help you finish sorting paperwork, so donāt try to bullshit me and tell me that you have too much work to get done.āĀ
Javier let out a sigh of frustration that was a little louder than he intended it to be. His hands rested on his forehead as he rubbed the bridge of his nose before replying.Ā
āFine. But this is one and done.āĀ
āGood man.ā Morris reached over Javierās desk and gave him a pat on the shoulder. He and Carter started to make their way out of Javierās office when Morris turned his head over the back of his shoulder.Ā
āCarterās right about the teacher, too. Sheās a catch.ā He winked and shut the door behind him.Ā
Javier gathered his things and made his way through the office, passing by Detective Carterās desk.Ā
āHave funnnnnnn! Say āhiā to the hot teacher for me!ā Carter mocked, twinkling his fingers, waving at Javier.Ā
Without saying a word, Javier flipped him off, and kept walking.Ā
Settling into his truck, Javier set down his belongings in his passenger seat, and opened up the red file folder to see where his unexpected journey was taking him.Ā
This is fucking ridiculous He mouthed to himself as he cranked up the AC in the truck with one hand, and rummaged the other through the items on the seat. Reaching next to him, he grabbed and opened the folder, and grazed his index finger down the inside cover, where a schedule of schools, dates, and times were printed. At the bottom, he foundĀ
5/27/97- Alma Pierce Elementary School, 12:00-12:30 pm, school cafeteria
Ā Javierās heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. He read the line several times, re-checking the location and date to make sure what he read was true.Ā
Fuck.Ā
To any of his other co-workers who had been tasked with giving one of these D.A.R.E. presentations, the elementary school they were assigned to that day most likely held little to no significance. Of course, out of the 16 elementary schools in the Laredo Public School District, Javier was assigned to the one that held the most significance to him.Ā
The school that his mother taught at for her entire teaching career before she passed away.Ā
Since returning home from Colombia, Javier had been avoiding human contact like the plague. He had returned as somewhat of a āhometown heroā after his accomplishments with the DEA but couldnāt have felt further from it. He had become Laredoās hottest topic.Ā
āWhat was it like to help catch Escobar?! The Cali Cartel?!āĀ
āWeāre so proud of you, the DEA couldnāt have done it without you!ā
āWhen are you going to come over and tell us all about Colombia? We want to know everything!āĀ
Each question, compliment and conversation about his time in South America was like a knife to his heart, slowly twisting with each word that came out of someoneās mouth. He could feel the guilt and burden of his time away growing heavier and heavier as he politely smiled through these conversations.Ā
But worse than the strangers who felt entitled to berate Javier about his time in Colombia, were his friends and family who he had been actively avoiding since returning home. Besides his father, Javier hadnāt seen anyone close to him since his motherās funeral 8 years ago. It hurt Javier knowing that he had returned to Laredo a changed man, haunted by the things he had seen and done. His motherās closest friends, those that she worked with at Alma Pierce Elementary School, had promised to fulfill Lucia PeƱaās dying wish that they would look out for Javi and made sure that he came home okay.Ā
Well, Javier was home. He wasnāt quite sure how to break it to them that he wasnāt really okay.Ā
As he drove and parked in front of the school building, Javierās heart began to beat heavier in his chest. His fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he started at the entrance to the school. He couldnāt decide if the feeling swirling around in his stomach was comfort or terror, knowing that Alma Pierce Elementary looked exactly the same as it did the last time he was here 9 years ago with his mother.Ā
He did know that part of that feeling definitely had to be terror, as he began to think about the fact he was about to be interrogated relentlessly by his late motherās closest friends. Might as well sign these women up to work for the DEA- they were probably more terrifying than anyone Javier had encountered in his time working there.Ā
After a few more deep breaths, Javier gathered his things out of his truck and headed towards the main doors. Each footstep felt like he was walking through wet cement, questioning if it was too late to turn around.
Practically tip toeing in to the office, hoping to be as inconspicuous as possible, Javier let out a soft āHi, Iām from the sheriff's department, Iām here for-āĀ
Before he could even finish his sentence, the office secretary, a tiny and graying SeƱora Gutierez was thrusting her arms across the threshold of the office desk to wrap Javier in an impressively strong hug.Ā
āJAVIER PEĆA. I cannot believe itās you! oh my sweet mijo, look at you! The older you get, the more like Chucho you look, dios mio! Why havenāt you stopped by?! We have all missed you so much, what have you been doing? It is so good to see you!āĀ
Here we go.
āHola, SeƱora.ā Javier half grunted from how tight he was being squeezed. āItās nice to see you too.āĀ
āI have lots to ask but I know you need to go, or they will know that this old woman has been running her mouth, making you late.ā SeƱora GutiĆ©rrez began shooing her hand, as to send Javier on his way.Ā
Javier chuckled. He felt his body begin to ease slightly, letting the familiarity of friendly faces bring him a small sense of comfort.Ā
āI would hope after this VERY LONG time that you have not been to see your mamĆ ās dearest friends, you still remember where the cafeteria is?ā She gave Javier a playful grin.
āSĆ, SeƱora.āĀ
āEveryone will be so happy to see you, mi amor. Now go, or everyone will be after me for keeping you!āĀ
Grabbing his things, Javier made his way down the bustling hallway. Tiny faces stared up at his, as he shuffled his way towards the cafeteria doors. There, he was greeted by a sea of children chatting amongst themselves and 3 smiling faces, patiently waiting for his arrival.Ā
āJAVI!āĀ
Out of any of the faces he was bound to see today, these were the 3 he would recognize anywhere. The ladies who stood before him were the fellow 3rd grade teachers who had taught alongside his mother for almost 20 years.Ā
The ladies surrounded him in a bear hug, Javier quietly noting to himself that he had definitely reached his hug quota for the next several weeks.Ā
āItās so good to see you, Javi.ā The first of the 3 women spoke, her words sweet like honey. Linda Garcia was short and stout, her gray bangs brushing over the brim of her glasses as she looked up at Javier. Linda had always had a soft spot for Javi, and reminded him the most of his mother.Ā
āItās good to see you t-āĀ
āPENDEJO. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! WHY HAVE YOU NOT CALLED?! WE SWORE TO YOUR LATE MOTHER THAT WE WOULD TAKE CARE OF YOU, AND IF IT WASNāT FOR CHUCHO KEEPING US UPDATED TH-āĀ
āMaria, let the boy breathe, this is the first time youāre seeing him in years, and this is the route youāre going to take? Dios Mio.āĀ
Standing next to Linda were her 2 partners in crime, Maria Rogers and Estelle Lopez.Ā
If you didnāt know Maria Rogers, you would be shocked to see the ferocity that came out of such a tiny woman. Javierās mother used to refer to her āel vĆ²lcanā- a matching nickname for her fiery personality.Ā
Estelle, on the other hand, was one of the most soft spoken people that Javier had ever meant. If she had something to say, he knew it was time to listen.Ā
āHi everyone, itās really great to see all of you.ā Javier meant it. As overwhelmed and flustered as he was, it brought him peace to know after the hell that these last 8 years had been, some things never change.Ā
āMRS. ROGERSSSSSSS. WHEN IS THIS GONNA START?! IāM HUNGRY AND I KNOW LUNCH IS AFTER THIS.āĀ
āBE QUIET, MICHAEL. YOU KNOW WEāRE STILL WAITING FOR ONE MORE CLASS. YOUāRE SO ANNOYING.āĀ
āAM NOT!āĀ
āAM TOO!āĀ
Chatter and fidgeting amongst the 3rd graders instantaneously increased, the crowd of children now growing restless.Ā
āOi, these niƱos will be the death of me, thank goodness this school is almost done.ā Maria mumbled under her breath, the other 2 teachers rolling their eyes and laughing in agreement. āWeāre just waiting on one more class, but they should be here any minute.āĀ
Overhearing the conversations shouted across the cafeteria, Agent Carterās voice wandered through Javierās thoughts.Ā
āYou get the school with the hot teacher!āĀ
Obviously, Carter was not referring to the 3 women who stood before him. Although he wasnāt one for crude office banter, Javier couldnāt help but wonder if Carterās statement really held true. With a genuine curiosity and a slight smirk on his face, he leaned back, arms crossed and asked, āYeah wait, thereās still four 3rd grade teachers right?āĀ
The women all shot him a look that took him aback, their eyes burning a hole though Javier.Ā
āJesus, you men really have a one track mind donāt you. Yes, Iām sure all of your friends from the department have been more than happy to tell you about our new teacher who just joined us. She is a sweet girl, and I am sure she is sick of getting harassed by all of you.āĀ
āMaria, I was just asking a quest-āĀ
āJavier Jesus PeƱa, I have known you since before you were born. Wipe that smug look off your face, I know exactly why you asked the questionā.Ā
Yup, things havenāt changed a bit.Ā
Before he could retort, the cafeteria doors began to swing open, followed by a long line of children, and you.Ā
ā1, 2, 3, eyes on me!āĀ
ā1, 2, eyes on you!Ā
God, the amount of times youād had to repeat that phrase as the end of the school year approached, you might as well have gotten it tattooed on your forehead.Ā
āOkay 3rd graders, weāre already 5 minutes late for our assembly, and Iām sure the other classes are not going to be happy that weāre holding them up, and probably making us late for lunch afterāĀ
The chatter stopped. With only a few days left in the school year, you were running out of ammunition to keep your classās attention. At least the threat of being late to unch would work for now.Ā
A little hand shot up from the middle of the line you were about to trail down the hallway, like a mother duck with her babies following in line. āWhatās your question, Jaun?āĀ
āDo you know if itās gonna be the same guy as last time? He was kind of scary.ā Mumbles of agreement came from the voices surrounding him. The Laredo Sheriff's Department had sent in a slew of their employees each week for these presentations, and you had been convinced none of them had ever even attempted to talk to a child. Last weekās presenter, Martin, Michales, something like that, had spent the large time of his presentation talking about getting murdered by the Cartel, leading to tears from many of your students, and a prompt request to not have him back.Ā
āI donāt know sweetie, it seems like thereās someone new who comes every week, but I sure hope itās not him.ā The class let out a small giggle. These were the moments you loved about your job as a teacher, especially now that you had moved to an older grade where your kids finally picked up on your subtle jokes with them.Ā
You had been with your class since after Christmas break, filling in as a long term sub for a 3rd grade teacher on maternity leave. The job followed an impromptu move from Chicago to Texas after breaking off your relationship with your boyfriend (regrettably, almost fiancĆ©)Ā of 3 years, who had been cheating on you behind your back for 2 of them. You felt like an idiot that you hadnāt seen it coming, but it still hit you like a ton of bricks. Paul had plenty of red flags, but your optimistic demeanor and the mounting peer pressure of watching your friends get married and start their own families made you feel trapped. It still stung to think you would have settled for a miserable life with Paul out of the fear you wouldnāt find anyone else.Ā
Ā Desperate to get as far away from Illinois as possible, you packed your bags and made the nearly 4 day drive down to Laredo, Texas. Laredo,Ā a strange choice to many, but made nothing but complete sense to you. Your best friend since the 2nd grade, Sarah Alverez, had moved to Laredo your Freshman year of high school, her father accepting an agricultural engineering position in ranching country. You spent every summer until college visiting her and her family, having nothing but the fondest of memories for a sleepy town outside of San Antonio. It was a stark chance from the hustle and bustle of Chicago suburbia where you had spent your childhood. Long, carefree summer days made you promise yourself that if you ever did leave Chicago, youād find yourself here. Well, you had made good on your promise, but for reasons that still made your stomach churn in gut-wrenching knots.Ā
You and your class journeyed down the hallway to the cafeteria. Thank god it was a short trip, because you were far too tired to put up with the bickering and shenanigans the back of your line often seemed to plague you with. Just as you were entering through the cafeteria doors, you promptly turned around, your body facing the line as you walked backwards further into the cafeteria. āIsabella and Jorge, keep your hands to yourself! You two know youāre not supposed to be in line togeth-ā Before you could finish your sentence, the back of your body collided with one behind you that you hadnāt seen since turning around to stop a near WWE smackdown in the hallway. You had bumped into kids more than once who werenāt paying attention to their surroundings, but it became very clear, very quickly, that the body you had backed yourself into was not a childās.Ā
The body you had backed yourself into was much taller and broader than yours. Two large hands firmly, but gently grasped around the middle of your upper arms to catch you without stumbling backwards any further. An overwhelming scent of cedarwood and sage cologne filled your senses. This obviously was not one of your coworkers, either.Ā
āOh my gosh, I am so sorr-ā you started to apologize as you came to face the body that had stopped you in your tracks. Your apology halted as you were met by incredibly broad shoulders covered by a navy blue suit jacket. As your gaze continued upwards, the shoulders were followed by a strong square jawline and plush lips, the upper covered with an impeccable mustache. Continuing up, you were met with the most beautiful, deep chocolate brown eyes, whose soft stare soon met yours. There was no denying that this man was devilishly handsome. Realizing that you had most definitely been starting too long, you restated your apology. āIām so sorry, I didnāt realize you were behind me.ā Your eyes shifted away from his and darted down to the floor.Ā
A small smirk formed on his face as he looked down at you. He didnāt realize it, but he couldnāt help it. You were wearing a yellow sun dress that hit just above your knees, covered by a light washed denim jacket. Your dress swayed beautifully as he watched you take your last few steps backwards, making him question himself if he let you run into him on purpose. You smelled like vanilla and something sweet that he couldnāt quite put his finger on. Pink embarrassment flooded your cheeks as a soft smile on your face met his. He now too realized that he had been staring a little too long, and that he still had his grasp on your arms as you had turned around to look at him.Ā
āNo itās okay.ā He let out a small laugh under his breath. āI just didnāt want you to go too much further and trip over anything else.ā He gently let his hands leave her arms, and watched as she brushed a piece of hair out of her face and looked back up at him.Ā
āShould we go sit down now?!ā A small voice shouted from your line, causing you to snap back to reality, realizing that you had a line of children still standing behind you.Ā
āYes, sorry sweetieā you replied, brushing your dress down back into place. āYou guys can go find a spot behind Mrs. Rogersā class.ā Your class passed by you, paying no mind to the interaction that just took place between you and the man you had just bumped into.Ā
As you watched your class pass by, you turned back around to find the man still staring at you, causing your heart to palpably beat in your chest. The same strong hands that had caught you were now extended in your direction, offering a handshake to introduce himself. āIām Javier PeƱa, uh Javi, actuallyā as your hand met his, realizing how small they felt in his grip. āIām from the Laredo Sheriff's department, I uh, Iām the one thatās supposed to be doing the whole presentation thing today.ā Your hand stayed in his as you introduced yourself. God, his hands were something else.
His grip loosened as your co-workers began to move towards you. You began to realize how hot your face felt, knowing that you were flushed with embarrassment not only from almost falling into a crowd of 10 year olds, but from how awe struck you were by the man who had caught you.
The three women on your 3rd grade team had taken you in as one of their own when you started your job here. They had been more than happy to step in to help you with whatever you needed, including trying to set you up with every single man your age that they knew. With the exception of the parade of overly forward sheriff's department members who had been at your school every Wednesday. Those 3 had no problem telling those men to fuck right off and leave you alone (in the nicest way possible.) The ladies slowly crept closer towards you, sly grins stretched across their faces as they giggled like school girls.Ā
āOH, so it looks like you met our sweet Javier!ā Linda said with over exaggerated enthusiasm.Ā
āSweetie, youāre SO good with the technology around here, you know how us old ladies are. Maybe you could help him set up the video he needs for his presentation today?ā You knew damn well these women knew how to press play on a VCR. You grimaced your face at Maria. While you couldnāt see your face, you were absolutely positive your expression was screaming āOh my God, could you please make it any more obvious that this man is insanely attractive and you donāt need to add to the embarrassment after I already ran into him like an idiot?!āĀ
āYeah, of course, Iād be more than happy to help!ā You pointed towards the stage that sat in front of the cafeteria. āJust come this way and Iāll show you how to set it up.āĀ
Following behind you, Javier leaned his head down towards yours. āMust be the most complicated VCR set up Iāve seen in a while.āĀ
You let out a giggle. āYeah, they're all very sweet, but not the most skilled with anything that has to do with technology. When our principal had mentioned the idea of us potentially getting a computer lab, they just about had a heart attack. Setting up the TV to play a video should be no problem.ā You gestured towards the stage at the front of the cafeteria where the TV cart was kept for presentations. He followed behind you, keeping a respectful distance.Ā Not respectful enough to keep himself from staring at the curve of your ass in your dress as you walked up the stage stairs.Ā
āDo you have the tape you need to show?ā Your words went in one ear and out the other. Carter and Morris werenāt kidding. He hated to admit that those idiots were right about anything, but God, you were beautiful. His gaze was locked on you as squatted down next to the VCR, ejecting its previous contents. It seemed in that moment that you very much both realized that when Javier stood in front of you, you eye level with his waist, staring up at him, dangerously close to his coc-Ā
āUh, yeah, yeah sorry,ā he shook his head slightly to snap himself out of the thought he was about to have. āThanks.ā he smiled sheepishly.Ā
āWell Iām no technology expert, but all you should have to do is press play wherever you need to, and you should be good to go! Let me just roll this cart out for you and weāre good for you whenever youāre ready!ā You began pushing the cart out onto the stage, but before you could get anywhere, Javi had his hand over yours.Ā
āYou donāt have to do that. Iām sure itās probably heavy, I can push it.ā He insisted.Ā
You raised your eyebrows and gave him a look that made him step away.Ā
āWhat, you think I canāt do it?ā Defiantly, you pushed the cart out to the middle of the stage to prove a point, looking back at him and shrugging with an āI told you soā look on your face. Any other woman he had met would have thankfully given up the task, let alone offer to do it at all. At that moment, Javier PeƱa knew you were not just any other woman. And that- that terrified him in the best way possible.
Ā Just before you hopped off the edge of the stage to re-join your class, you looked up at him as he ran his fingers through his locks of thick, curly brown hair, trying to regain his composure.Ā
āGood luck up there, Mr. PeƱa.āĀ
Javier couldnāt even tell you what had happened in the 30 minutes that he was up on stage. There were many times throughout his career where he had stared out into a sea of blank faces as he gave a presentation about intel, informats, wire tapsā¦ but having the eyes of 80 9 and 10 year olds glued to his every word was an absolutely terrifying experience. Not because he was nervous about the judgment of a child who may or may not even be able to tie their shoes or wipe their nose, but because of what they may say about him to you. It took everything in his power not to stare at you the entire time he was up there, but every time he glanced in your direction, your face lit up with a reassuring smile. You had even given him a little thumbs up when he had successfully started the VCR, playing a clip of Daren the D.A.R.E Lion.Ā
As the presentation finished, the kids applauded and gave a unanimous āthank you!ā prompted by the teachers.Ā
As your class gathered behind you to walk down to the cafeteria, Maria tapped your shoulder.Ā
āTake a picture, mija, it will last longer.āĀ
You were too busy staring at Javi to even notice that Maria was talking to you. Her words went in one ear and out the other.Ā
āHuh, what? Sorry, did you say something?āĀ
āI said, take a picture, it will last longer.ā Maria laughed to herself. āI donāt think your eyes have left him once since you walked in here.āĀ
You hated to admit it, but it was true. You had known this man for less than an hour, and he already had butterflies dancing around in your stomach. God, what were you, 12?! Pull it together.Ā
āI donāt know what youāre talking about Maria.ā Of course you did. If you were wearing pants, they would be up in flames. Liar, liar, pants on fire.Ā
āIāll take your class to lunch today. Iāll be back to help stack all of the chairs in a few. Iām sure he could use some help cleaning up, and Iāve heard that VCR is really difficult to work.ā Maria nudged you before she turned around to collect your class and parade them out of the gym. āDonāt do anything I wouldnāt do.āĀ
Trying to contain your excitement, you playfully rolled your eyes and shook your head.Ā
The other teachers and students left, leaving just you and Javi. He gathered his things that he had left on the stage and started to make his way back down the stairs. It took him a moment to realize you were standing at the edge of the steps, arms crossed over your chest, smiling up at him.Ā
āIām sorry if the kids were rowdy. Itās been a zoo since thereās only a few days of school left.ā You both let out a small chuckle. Now that you two were alone, you became very aware of how nervous you were.
āYou did a really great job! Honestly, youāre the best person weāve had since weāve started doing these presentations. The guy we had last time, I canāt remember his name, something with an M?! Anyways, I donāt think heās ever spoken to a child in his entire life, and there were definitely some tears.āĀ
Definitely Morris, Javi noted to himself.Ā
āThanks, I uh- didnāt think Iād be so nervous to talk in front of a bunch of kids. Iām glad it wasnāt too bad. I should thank you for helping me with that video. Didnāt need to get my pride bruised in front of 10 year olds.Ā Also glad I didnāt make anyone cry.āĀ
You both let out small laughs, your cheeks revealing small smiles across your faces. While the silence between you grew, the distance between you began to shrink as you both subconsciously took a small step towards each other.Ā
He watched as a small wave of sadness flooded your expression. āStinks that this is the last week of presentations before the school year ends. it would have been nice to have you back.ā You looked at him with a half hopeful smile. You saw the same feeling reflected back in him as his brow scrunched and bottom lip entered a small pout.Ā
āOh shit. Yeah, I uh, I guess I forgot itās the end of the school year. That would make sense there wouldnāt be anymore presentations.ā He rested one hand on his hip, as the other traveled through his thick, brown locks. You bit down on your bottom lip, stunned by his broadness and shoulders to waist ratio, which was made even more apparent as his fingers combed through his hair. His deep brown eyes met yours, melting you instantly.Ā āIf I had known that you would have been here, I would have signed up to come a lot earlier.āĀ
Before you had a chance to recover yourself from the puddle you had just turned into, the cafeteria doors swung open once again. Maria was a woman on a mission. Her tiny, thin frame marched with purpose towards you both.Ā
āOh good thing I caught you, amor! I was just thinking that I had something important to tell Javier before he left and Iām so glad youāre here to hear it too. Javi happens to be a dear familiar friend, and I was just telling him before the presentation how excited I am to see him and his father at my cookout this Saturday! I know you had mentioned you were thinking about going! Youāll be there, wonāt you Javier? Aren't you so excited to come to the party this Saturday?ā
Maria and Javier entered a silent stare down. Their expressions allowed them to have an entire conversation without speaking a word.Ā
Thereās a party on Saturday? What are you talking about? What does this have to do with anything?
Dios Mio, Pendejo. Take the hint. I already invited her. She will be there on Saturday so you can see her again. Donāt mess this up.Ā
āOh really?ā You chimed in, perhaps a bit too over enthusiastic. āI wasnāt really going to know anyone besides the staff at school, so it would be nice to see another familiar face!ā In all honesty, you were trying to find a way out of going before just now. Huge social gatherings of strangers werenāt really your thing, but if it meant it was a chance to see Javi again, you would brave it.Ā
āOh yeah, the uh, the cookout! Yeah, uh, yeah, Iāll be there. It would be really nice to see you again, too.ā Although Javierās tone carried a tint of confusion, his smile was confirmed that his statement was genuine.Ā
āBueno!ā Maria clasped her hands together and shook her head in delight. āSo you will BOTH be there on Saturday!āĀ
You could already feel your heart swelling at the prospect of seeing Javi again.Ā
āOh and mijaā, Maria turned towards you, your face lighting up, wondering if she had even more good news to deliver. āThey need you in the office. Isabella and Jorge got into a wrestling match in the cafeteria and the secretaries needed to call their parents. Oi, these niƱos are like wild animals, summer cannot come fast enough!āĀ
āOf course they did. They might as well put WWE referee under our job description because it seems like thatās all Iām doing all day. Itās like herding feral cats.ā you groaned. āThose two cannot be together next yearā¦āĀ
Javi let out a snort. āSorryā, he said, trying to contain his laughter. You joined in, realizing the ridiculousness of your statement.Ā
āAlright, well I guess thatās my cue to go. It was really nice to meet you, Javi. Iām really glad I get to see you again.ā It took every ounce of strength in your body to move yourself out of the cafeteria doors. As you walked away, you turned once more to look back over your shoulder, to find that Javiās eyeās hadnāt moved from your direction since you turned around. āSee you on Saturday.āĀ
Even after you were out of sight, Javi still stood frozen, his eyes wide and jaw still half open.Ā
āHola, earth to Javier, are you there?!ā Maria interjected, waving her hand in front of Javiās awe struck face.Ā
Snapping out of his trance, Javier began to speak, but was stopped before he could get out a single word.Ā
āListen to me mijo. I want you to be happy. That was all Lucia asked for before she passed. So first and foremost, you are welcome.ā Maria gestured, alluding to the fact that Javier owed her big time for what had just happened. āSecondly, she is a sweet girl. If you do anything to break her heart, so help me, I will come to the ranch and run you over with your fatherās tractor. Understood?āĀ
āUnderstood.ā Javier understood that this was not a threat, it was a promise.Ā
āGood. Sheās a good one, Javier. She reminds me so much of your mother. Lucia would have loved her.ā She reached up her hand to cup the side of Javiās face, before bringing her other arm around him for a hug.Ā
Javier exhaled, trying his best to hold back the tears that were welling in his eyes. It was the first time since returning home that he felt a sense of relief and comfort fill his body. Maybe, he was more than the man he was returning home from Colombia. Maybe, the people who loved him before he left still loved him now, despite the person heād become. Maybe, just maybe, someone else could love him for the new man he now hoped to become.Ā Ā
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gallavich/ian x mickey, word count: ~996
summary: the first time mickey tells ian he loves him. ; canon compliant, set seasons 4-5, hurt/comfort, fluff, crying, sex
a/n: here's my contribution for mickey's birthday !!! a day late but i just moved yesterday and fell asleep trying to finish it so </3 here it is !!
Mickey's drowning in Ian. He isn't sure how but he knows he is, every last sense overwhelmed by the redhead above him.
The smell of his skin - soft, clean - and the smell of his cologne - strong, overly masculine - clings to his nostrils. The taste of his spit and sweat, spread over his lips like a thick layer of cheap chapstick. His skin is so hot beneath his palms it feels like he's pressed his hands to a stovetop. His voice buzzes in his ears, every breathy moan and groan and bit back curse word like a shot of adrenaline. And when he focuses his eyes on the face above him, it's like a too-hard hit to the head, the kind that has him thinking he's seeing God.
Ian's beautiful. He'd been gone for so long Mickey'd almost forgotten what it was like getting to see his face. Getting to see his freckles, count every little patch of them like stars in the sky. Getting to grab the back of his neck and pull him close enough that they're breathing the air straight out of each other's lungs.
It reminds Mickey of his very first nicotine high. Veins thrumming, stomach tingling, fingertips trembling. His bottom lip shakes, hands scrambling for purchase. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to shut out the dizzying feeling in the back of his head. His hands land on Ian's shoulders, nails digging into the freckles scattered across Ian's right shoulder, leaving behind little red marks that Mickey wishes would stay there forever.
"Gonna cum?" Ian asks, and he asks like he's teasing, but the strain in his voice gives him away. He's probably closer than than Mickey is. If this were a year ago, or even months ago, Mickey would've teased right back, would've poked fun and called Ian one of the dumb nicknames he seems to love so much. But right now his voice ties itself into knots, catches in his chest.
Ian leans down, kisses along his jaw. Open-mouthed and gentle, nudging his nose into Mickey's cheek like he's committing his scent to memory. Ian buries himself deep inside him, rocks his hips and presses as deep into Mickey as he can get. He's groaning through gritted teeth and Mickey could live off of that sound, could spend the rest of his life drowning in it like he's doing right now.
"Gonna cum, Mick," Ian murmurs into his cheek and his voice is so gentle that it rocks Mickey's world. "Want me to jerk you off?"
Mickey tries to nod, tries to do anything less embarrassing than what he can feel his body trying to do. It doesn't work. Ian reaches down between them, and a sob tears itself from Mickey's throat.
"Mick?" Ian asks, pulling back from his cheek to look him in the eyes. Concern shines through when their eyes meet, and it makes Mickey's heart squeeze in his chest. Because Ian's been so absent since he came back, eyes always half-lidded or open too wide, always focused on someone else or not focused at all. He's been so out of it, so drugged up and so fucked out that Mickey isn't sure a single one of his words has gotten through to Ian since he's been back. Ian pauses where he's pressed into Mickey, stops his movements in the middle of cumming even though his arms start to shake where they're holding him up. "Mickey?"
And as much as he'd rather drown, Mickey has to come up for air before he's totally smothered by Ian.
"I love you," he says, voice barely reaching a whisper. Hot, fat tears roll down his temples, and he crosses his arms over his face so Ian won't see them. His chest heaves even as he swallows back another sob. "You asshole. I love you. I thought you weren't coming back."
Ian stays quiet, but his body melts against Mickey, hands sliding down his sides and pulling him into a sweaty, sticky, uncomfortable hug. It's the sweetest way anyone's ever touched Mickey. He cries shallowly, and in doing so breathes in another mouthful of Ian's scent.
"I came back," Ian whispers, and it's all Mickey can do not to smack him upside the head. He settles for punching his shoulder weakly.
"Fuck you," he mutters. Ian's lips press to his temple and turn up to form a small smile as he kisses him there. It reminds Mickey of the smile he gave him when he visited him in juvie for the first time. His heart squeezes so hard in his chest it hurts.
"I love you too," Ian says, lips moving against Mickey's skin. He moves his head just enough to kiss his ear and then the trail of tears on the side of his face. "I love you too."
It sounds so easy when Ian says it, nothing like how the words tore themselves from Mickey seconds ago. It sounds like he was meant to say it. Mickey uncovers his eyes and Ian pulls back to look at him, to really look at him, for the first time since he's been back. He smiles, soft and sweet and freckly and dorky like Ian's been since the first time Mickey saw him, and the clenching in Mickey's chest lets up a little.
"Stay, then," Mickey mumbles, and it sounds pathetic. It's weak. It's like he's pleading. It's the gayest thing he's ever said. He can't find it in him to feel embarrassed or ashamed like he expects to feel.
"Okay," Ian replies, once again like it's the easiest thing he's ever said. He leans in to kiss him and it's like being able to breathe underwater. Mickey breathes him in, runs his fingers through his hair, swallows as much as he can get.
"I love you," he says right into Ian's mouth. It isn't easy this time either but it hurts less. He hopes one day it won't hurt at all.
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No Regrets - Part One
Content Warning: mentions of main character deaths but these are temporary because this is a time travel two-to-four-shot and so, they start dead but then get better :3 Also maybe a whiplash warning? In that it starts off kind of dark for a story that's pretty light-hearted in the end.
Here's the first part of the threatened season 4 AU time travel fic where Steve gets thrown back to the moment in family video when Dustin and Max show up demanding the phones. Previously he was 5 years into a grueling apocalypse.
Part Oneš¦Ā Part Twoš¦Part Threeš¦Part Fourš¦Part Fiveš¦Part Six
Steve has lived his life in regret. Replaying scenarios in his head over and over late at night when sleep eludes him. And sleep is always eluding him these days, weeks, past five years. Steve hasn't known a day without regret since the day they failed to kill Vecna, the day Max almost died. The day Eddie did.
It's five years to the day today.
Steve spends endless nights thinking about how he'd change that spring break. It was the start of the end of everything. Eddie's death wasn't world ending for Steve. It was the end of a what-if. A maybe. But for Dustin. Oh God, Dustin. Who had blamed himself for Eddie's death, who was broken and then never able to get time to recover. To grieve.
Dustin, who pulled away from everyone, from Steve, because of it.
He's not dead, Steve knows, because he still hears his voice on the radio. Separated from the group but vital to their survival. He spread intel on Demo-creature movements, where safe spaces are, news from across the broken and destroyed America, and how to survive the hellscape.
There have been losses. Terrible, tragic losses.
Murray Baughman. Lucas Sinclair. Karen and Holly Wheeler. Will Byers. And those are just the ones he knows. A lot of people scattered to the wind when Hawkins became overran with the Upside Down and its creatures.
He's still two days out on this supply run. Two more days and he'll get to know who is still around. Who they lost this time. It's not always someone they know, but the horrors never cease, and Steve's been gone a total of three weeks.
"Hey," Robin breaks him from his thoughts as she leans over to whisper in his ear, "since you're gonna daydream, you might as well actually dream. Scouts say it'll be a while before we can continue moving."
"I'm not daydreaming, I'm thinking."
"Well, be sleeping instead. You'll be more useful with some rest," Robin pats her shoulder, inviting him to lean his head against it.
"Don't use my weakness against me. You know I love being useful," Steve sighs as he drops his head onto her shoulder.
"I know. It makes you easy to manipulate," Robin teases. He can hear the smile in her voice. "Now, shut up and sleep."
Steve grumbles under his breath. No real words, just grumpy noises as he does shift and get as comfortable as he can leaned against Robin. He is tired, and with nothing else he can be doing, he won't feel too guilty about it.
He closes his eyes.
He opens his eyes, blinking rapidly at the sudden brightness of the sun shining through the glass storefront of Family Video. Usually when he dreams of the past, the sun's never this bright. It's been years since he's seen the sun at all, with the red-black sky of the Upside Down looming above them constantly.
He takes a deep breath, basking in the fresh(ish) air of Family Video. How long has it been since he's taken a breath without his mouth covered by a mask, bandana, some cloth or another? Well, he's not really breathing without a mask on, his conscious self has one on, but it still feels good to fill his lungs and release. He has half a mind to jump the counter and go outside to repeat that; see if his unconscious mind will provide a difference in the air, if it remembers enough to do so.
"Hey Steve," Dustin says as he is stepping through the doors with Max at his side. It's then that Steve takes in where the dream has started. The doors have just opened, and Steve's looking partially over his shoulder, towards the doors instead of the TV as it plays the news of Chrissy's death on the screen. The world fades back into motion, instead of the slowness the beginning of his dream started as Dustin finishes his question, "how many phones do you have?"
"Are you seeing this?" Steve asks on autopilot, playing out the scene he knows, but he holds off from stating the someone was murdered part. He's tired of saying it.
"How many phones do you have?" Dustin asks with more urgency.
Steve takes in Dustin and Max while Robin explains the phone situation. It's been so fucking long since he's seen Dustin. Since Max was able to see him. God. He can't let this play out like normal. It's not going to fix reality, he knows that logically, but what would it hurt to live out his fantasy of getting a re-do while he dreams? Wasn't that what he was thinking about while awake?
He tunes back into the conversation when Dustin shoves his backpack across the counter, and then himself. Instead of whining about the tapes, he reaches for the pen and notepad they keep close to the till. "Hey, what's this about?"
"Max, fill them in while I do this," Dustin replies.
Max turns to him and Robin, who is eyeing both Steve and Max but listening. Max explains what Steve already knows. The lights going crazy, Eddie fleeing his own home, and that it might be Upside Down related.
There's a script here. Responses he has memorized because of how often he dreams this moment over and over. An answer Steve usually gives, but this time he finds he can hold his tongue. He doesn't have to speak. Doesn't have to follow the script.
"Okay," Steve says instead. "Dustin, what's the number for the Byers now?
Surprisingly, that actually pulls Dustin from the computer. He spins on the stool to give Steve a confused look. "What? Why?"
If he's being honest with himself, he's never really had this much control over his dreams before. Having this control makes him want to do all the things he's daydreamed about. To change the choices that fill him with regret and guilt. "I want to leave a message for Jonathan," Steve lies, "or talk to him if he's home. Give him a heads up that Upside Down shit might be going on again."
Dustin narrows his eyes at Steve, suspicious, "Jonathan?"
"Yeah. Jonathan," Steve says in his bitchiest voice. "Number, dude."
He can tell Dustin doesn't fully believe the lie, but he recites the number anyway.
"Thanks," Steve says as he scoots around Robin and heads to Keith's office to use the phone there. The first thing he does is call the police station and let them know that he saw Eddie Munson at Rick Lipton's place, up by Lover's Lake on Holland Road. The lady who answered starts to ask questions, Steve just says he recognized the trailer on TV as the Munson's and hangs up. He'll swing by later once everyone else has pieced together the Rick Lipton part of this all themselves. If Eddie's still there, he'll drag him to the station himself.
'Cause the thing is, Steve has thought of many scenarios. So many. And even if nothing else changes, this is the bit that will. Eddie cannot be killed in the Upside Down if he is in a jail cell instead. And if the police do follow up on his tip, then they'll take Eddie in for questioning before Fred dies. And that's.
Well.
Steve's living through the end of the world and that changes people. It's changed Steve. Once there would have been a time when allowing someone to die, knowing it was going to happen and not stopping it, would have filled Steve with guilt, regret, maybe even some self-loathing. But Steve's made enough sacrifices for this town. Lost enough of the people he loves to be jaded. Maybe even cruel. If Fred has to die to prove that Eddie didn't do it, then that's what will happen.
His next step is to call the Byers. It surprises him that Joyce actually answers with a hesitant hello. That never happens in the dreams.
"Joyce. I mean, Ms. Byers. It's Steve. Uhh, Steve Harrington," he says.
"Oh. Hello Steve. What, uh, what can I do for you?" Joyce's voice is still hesitant.
"Listen, the Upside Down is back. Or, like, it was never gone? I don't know. But I needed to tell you."
"Oh my God," Joyce sounds horrified, and Steve can hear Murray in the background asking questions. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. Vec- sorry, it has already killed a girl. Max was a witness. Well, of the aftermath. But that's not important. What I need is for you to tell El that she's never been a monster and never will be. That everything has been the fault of One. And I think you should tell her Hopper is alive and you're going to rescue him."
There's not an immediate answer. A rustling sound and then faint voices he can't make out. She must be covering the phone with her hand as she and Murray talk. Or argue, knowing Murray. After a moment, Murray's voice comes through the line, "How do we know you are who you say you are?"
It's followed by Joyce shouting, "How do you know about Hopper?" and Murray quickly shushing her and some shuffling noises before Joyce says, "Okay. We're both listening."
"Look, I know you have no reason to believe me so I'll give you something that might serve as proof that I know things I shouldn't. When everyone gets back from the roller rink, be there for El. She's going to- to have a bad night, because of a girl that's been, like, bullying her at school. Then, I need you to get them headed this way tomorrow morning, because you gotta be gone then, too, but like. Be there for El tonight. There will be an incident involving a roller skate. So, if you believe me, call me back after that."
"How do we know you're who you claim to be, Steve?" Murray questions again, while Joyce says, horrified, "El's been being bullied?"
"I can't exactly prove I'm me. But call my house tonight after you've spoken to El and I'll answer. That's the best I can do. I... I don't know if Jonathan or Mike have my number, but Mike can call home and get my number from Nancy. That'll be proof, right? Or Will can get it from Dustin. Whichever."
"And how do you know about something happening tonight at the roller rink?" Joyce demands.
"I know more than I should. So, if the roller rink thing holds up, and you decide to at least hear me all the way out, call my house," Steve hangs up then, not wanting to get into a loop of explanation.
"Steve! Hurry up and come help people while I help Thing One and Thing Two!" Robin calls through the door and Steve takes a step towards the closed door to comply but he stops, hand hanging just above the doorknob. That's how the dream goes. That's what 19-year-old Steve would have done.
But that's a Steve that died five years ago, when the world ended, when the apocalypse started. Steve's not 19 anymore, though he must look it, a master of his own puppet. He's never sought himself out in a mirror when he dreams; he's too busy taking in everyone who has been lost to him in his waking life to bother with himself.
What does he want to do this time?
What does he want to do right now?
He leaves Keith's office to beeline to Dustin, pausing only to pat Robin on the shoulder. He slides around Max and comes to a stop beside Dustin.
"I already told you, I need this for-" Dustin starts to speak but cuts off with a squawk that sounds like a mixture of indignation and confusion as Steve just reaching out and bodily turns Dustin towards him. "Steve, this is important!"
"I know," Steve says and then hugs Dustin. Dustin doesn't hug back, but neither does he pull away. Steve knows he's missed Dustin, felt his loss for many years now, but holding Dustin now, feeling him solid and here feels Steve what he can only equate to grief.
Dustin lets himself be hugged for what is, undoubtedly, an awkward amount of time for him before he thumps Steve's back twice and says, "okay... You can stop now."
Steve lets go and turns to Max, who immediately puts her hands up, "No. Absolutely not."
He chuckles and steps around her. He won't force his affection on her.
Then he takes off the family video vest and sets it on the counter.
"Steve?" Robin asks.
"Sorry, Robs, I can't stay and help customers. I have some things I got to do."
"Steve, you cannot abandon me on a Saturday!"
He can't quite bring himself to feel bad for abandoning her. It is a shit thing to do but right now saving Eddie and Max from Vecna is more important. He's already wasting daylight, so instead of answering his gives her his best 'I'm so sorry' face and bolts out the door. All three of them shout after him but he doesn't slow.
He's got a list of regrets to change.
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Tagging the besties and all the people that expressed interest when I posted the lil blurb about this. Sorry if I missed you!
@i-less-than-three-you @nburkhardt @afewproblems @skepsiss @music9009 @apomaro-mellow @soaringornithopter @reighnofdreams @eddie-munsons-lunchbox @sirsnacksalot @livelifeliketheresnotomorow @sageclipse @schnukiputz @mbloggotdeletedsothisismybackup @lumoschildextra @vampirestevie @alex-axolotl @juleswashere3 @yet-still-more-banched
#steddie#my fic#it's a late birthday fic to myself#not at light-hearted as I wanted#but I'm in a less light-hearted place now than when I first wanted to write this. So my mood has changed the story a bit
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- YOUāRE MINE -
Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.
Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestive, smut love bombing, little sad, and kind of angst- not sure what else reallyā¦ if i miss anything please lmk!
Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (donāt know how many just yet though.)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10
Chapter 11 - āYouāre Mineā
The stadium was equally as rowdy after the match as it was before. Completely elated and electrified with the first Liverpool win of the season. Typically the families waited in the box for things to settle down and for the players to go through routine things like showers, brief game analysis, and then they would come up to them. Trent didnāt want that. He didnāt want the wait and he wanted you just to himself.
Saying rounds of goodbyes to friends Tyler and Marcel made their way out of the box, grabbing their coats, waving for you to come along. You followed in tow not really knowing your destination, no one filled you in how this all worked because it was second nature to them.
āIām headed to the carpark, Iāll meet you there?ā Marcel said to his brother which confused you.
āYeah, just bringing Y/N to him then be there.ā Tyler explained like you werenāt there and in turn filled you in on the plan. Tyler turned towards you as Marcel walked the opposite direction. āTrent just wants you alone, usually he pops up here butā¦ā he just trailed off, not really interested in the details heād be given about his brotherās desperation to see you.
āOh okay. Thatās fine.ā You agreed, not really having any choice in the matter but giddy to be reunited with your man so soon. The walk was peculiar, it was like a red walled labyrinth. You went from the private level the box was on; seeing men in suits, pundits you recognized, a calmer environment, to corridors packed with the general admission, away fans scattered sparsely, images of Trent adorned on the walls caught your eye every so often. When you had been to Anfield before youād ogle at him, but you were analyzing the photos to see how much heās matured knowing the face well now. Tyler held his hand against your upper back to make sure not to lose you. His job to get you to Trent was almost complete. The oddest part of the maze was the end when you entered a bleak hallway downstairs with plenty of security guards, you could hear discussions about the game, some men yelling in what seemed like excitement, Tyler knew exactly where he was going but you were lost just tailing him.
While you snaked your way through Anfield, Trent cruised through his usual post match routine, showered off, packing up his things. He thankfully didnāt have any media duties to go do so he was attempting to slip out of the dressing room unnoticed and quickly. He failed horribly.
āFresh trim, smelling nice, new tracky onā¦. Ooohoohoooā Dom called out knowing why Trent had pulled himself together a little more than he usually would after a match
āMy boy!!! Come on now! Sneaking out to find Miss Americaā Andy yelling the new name you had been dubbed within the team.
āIām not sneaking out! Just gonna go see herā¦ relax.ā Trent said tucking his wash bag under his arm, adjusting one strap of his backpack trying to shove his excitement down.
āBroā¦ youāve been glued to your phone for weeks, youāre itching to get out of here.ā Dom continued.
āWe could all go up and meet her!ā Curtis suggested and was immediately met with a disapproving look from Trent.
āAbsolutely not. Had Ty bring her down here anyways, Iām not subjecting her to all the chaos.ā He explained. That genuinely was what Trent was doing. As exciting and romantic he thought the whole reunion would be, he wasn't naive enough to think that this place wasnāt going to be a little overwhelming and he wanted to protect you. He wanted you just for him after the match. āIām out ladsā Trent said, already walking out the room waving over his head, back turned to the boys.
āWe have to go see this right?ā Curtis deviously looked at Andy.
āAbsolutelyā Andy replied with a cheeky grin planning to snoop.
Tyler and you stood against a wall making small conversation. There were people in the corridor around you that seemed to have reason to be there but you werenāt sure what the purpose was, some more security, and further down the way was the now more obvious clue to where you were; large red double doors; the clubās emblem plastered to them tipped you offā¦.the home teamās dressing room but Tyler remained mum.
Looking at his phone, Tyler was getting impatient, Trent was taking so long and Marcel was messaging him non stop asking what the hold up was.
āDo you mind if I head out? Marc is getting pissed and I donāt want to hear him bitch the whole ride home. Heāll be right out, swearā¦. Youāll be okay?ā He asked with such a soft smile you could tell he felt bad. Despite your raging anxiety you chose to lie calmly.
āIāll be okay, thank you so much for looking after me today.ā You giggled a little because he really did look after you.
āIt was nothing. Honest. Iāll see you later.ā He said leaning in for a hug.
āIf Iām still waiting here in the morning, I may text for you to come bring me back to the airport.ā You joked giggling a little in an attempt to suppress your nerves.
āDealā he said before he tapped at your arm walking away. He was so big brother coded. It was nice and made you feel safe.
You leaned one shoulder against the wall, nervous that you might get questioned or in trouble for being down in this clearly very private area. You stayed put though, eyes assessing what unfolded in front of you, it felt like you were in a behind the scenes documentary for a moment causing you to imagine the player you were dying to see appear. You tried not to but your eyes kept reverting back to the red doors, praying for them to open. God, you were so on edge, any notification that appeared on your phone was causing serious heart palpitations, none of them from him yet.
You heard a door open behind you further away from the red one that held your gaze, but the noise of doors opening and closing has been non stop due to the traffic of people the entire time since you had first stood with Tyler so you ignored it, trying to look like you belonged, unphased, heart still palpitating.
It wasn't less than a moment later when your heart fully stopped. You felt warm hands slide around your exposed waist, a body pressed against your back, a familiar pair of plump lips ghosted behind your ear, a warm amber scent engulfing you.
āWho would ever keep such a beautiful, beautiful girl waiting for so long.ā Hearing his sultry voice sent your body almost into shock, you wanted to cry. You grabbed his big hands on your stomach turning yourself around to face him staying wrapped in his arms. It was your Trent. You were back in your Trentās arms.
āOh my god, T!ā you whined trying so hard to hold back tears. He pulled you tighter to him, his forehead pressing to yours. Your faces were so close you actually could barely see his. Your lips instinctively crashed into his. It was absolute heaven, you never felt more relief than you did in this moment, finally kissing him again. It was magnetic like before and following old habits it heated up quite quickly into more of a make out. You pulled away reluctantly hearing the people continue to rush around in the area.
āSorry, sorry, I donāt even know if I can do thatā you paused starting to get nervous given you were technically at his place of work āā¦you know here.ā You said peeling your body away from him gesturing around you.
āBabyā¦ā he cooed, his voice was so smooth now hearing it again in person, it was like dripping honey. āYou can kiss me absolutely anywhere you want.ā Grabbing at your body pulling you back to him. He kissed you sweetly again, pressing you to him.
āFuck, I missed you so much.ā His lips moved against yours. His head was completely gone having you back in front of him, his hands sliding down to your ass kneading it shamelessly. Before he grabbed you harder, stronger, picking you up, your legs coming to wrap around his waist, you smiled openly at the PDA blocking out your surroundings. Your nose brushed against his, your arms draped around his neck.
āKiss you anywhere? Hmm?ā You mused suggestively, placing another deep kiss on his lips. Your nails scratched at the back of his head causing him to purr.
Tucked behind a wall where the corridor rounded were the prying eyes of Andy and Curtis spying on the reunion. They were slapping at each other like children stupidly gawking at your appearance and poking fun at their friend and how he managed to pull this off. Taking mental notes on what to give Trent a hard time about when they returned to training.
āCāmere baby,ā Trent kissed you once more before slowly letting you slide down his body back to stand on your own two feet.
āNever letting you go again.ā He said, your eyes unable to break from his. You missed his gorgeous face now able to really see tiny freckles, a dimple in his smile, the warm hue in his eyes.
āPretty, pretty boyā you cooed, stroking your hand over his high cheekbone before cupping his cheek. āNever. Ever.ā You punctuated with another kiss.
He slid his hands up and down your arms, feeling your skin, his eyes inspecting every inch, taking all of you in, before his fingers dragged down to lace between yours.
āComing home with me?ā He asked a question he didnāt need to. You were impetuous to be anywhere near him tonight.
āYeah huhā you nodded eagerly like a child.
āSo you wanna go, beautiful?ā He asked calmly, feeling anything but.
āPleaseā you gave him a devastatingly innocent look.
āCome on sweet girl.ā He pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping tight around you, placing a kiss on your forehead. He released you a little squeezing your hand, keeping his intertwined with yours pulling it along with his arm to wrap around your waist, yours comfortablely but awkwardly bending with his. You leaned your head into him as you walked down the corridor towards the playerās car park.
āBaby, I didnāt even get to tell you how amazing you were tonight. Was such a good start, no?ā You cooed, pulling at his arm, unable to take your eyes off him, proud of him.
āYeah, was good. I just liked having you there. Did you have an okay time?ā He asked sincerely āover hereā he interjected, first directing you towards his car.
āYeah, course.ā You confirmed āso, do you blow kisses to every girl you bring, T?ā you asked teasing but were quite serious needing to know because the little action had your stomach doing flips. You needed to know if it meant anything to him or not. He let go of you, resting his hand on his car leaning towards you, his face coming closer.
āNever. Would only do that for you.ā He cooed before pressing his lips against yours softly. You just hummed pulling away finally taking a moment to look at a wider angle of your surroundings breaking from the tunnel vision you had just on his face. He was stunning, just jaw dropping beautiful. He was in a black Nike tech unzipped, opened, wearing a Liverpool t-shirt carrying his white Goyard wash bag. Everything about him was just so fresh, even the car he was leant on. It was sleek, the windows tinted almost opaque, everything matte black, not too different from his brothers although his was the latest Range Rover. His eyes bore into you watching you process the moment before interrupting your thoughts.
āDid I tell you how good you look?ā His words laced with a little lust reaching out to pull at the hem of his jersey you had worn.
āYou think?ā You played coy swaying a little subtlety showing him your body.
āDonāt give me that, baby.ā He rolled his eyes thinking of all the times he practically begged you to believe that he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. āGet inā he said, walking to the car door, opening it for you. You popped in eagerly. There was something kind of sexy about a man driving so you were preemptively turned on by the idea of Trent in the driver's seat. He got in soon after throwing his bags into the back seat casually. He handed you his phone, the Spotify app opened.
āAll you, beautifulā he nodded implying you were going to be DJ. You hummed in agreement scrolling. You liked that he trusted you with his phone openly. It was a bare minimum thing but it felt reassuring. He pulled out of the car park with one hand on the wheel, you picked a song and your eyes grazed over the veins that appeared on his forearm but they were quick to drop to the sly tale buldge in his lap, the thought of him had you just about drooling. He smiled, catching your lude stare. You slide your hand over his leg, high up on his thigh, dangerously close to his dick. Your nails dug into his joggers playfully. You watched him grip the wheel tighter at the contact. Even the simplest touch from you had him collapsing.
You were pulling out of the stadium where it was dark but you could still see masses of people outside. With his free hand Trent grabbed at your hand stopping you from stroking your fingers against his inner thigh.
āLike it?ā He said peeling your hand off him, his finger stroking across the ring with his initials he had gotten you. He then laced his fingers with yours, pressing the back of your hand to his lips holding it there.
āI love it. You didnāt haveā¦ā you were stopped mid sentence when a massive flash went off almost blinding you, your vision going white for a moment. You squeezed Trentās hand hard in response, he lowered them from his lips as smaller shutters began to light up the car.
āOkay?ā He asked calmly, ever composed.
āWhat the fuck. Insaneā¦ Is this normal?ā You were utterly shocked, Trent just hummed a yeah to answer you. āCouldāve warned me a little, I feel like Iām going blind now.ā You tried to joke but also were genuinely a little shaken. You blinked your eyes stunned trying to clear the white floating specs.
āItās just like a thing when we leave, people wait around I guess for a photo. Sorry.ā He apologized for something out of his control. You had driven out of the tightly lined streets surrounding the stadium when you managed to relax a little after the distress. You were quickly gathering what it was like to be in Trentās world.
Your hand was back on his thigh, some J Cole song played through the car, you could tell Trent was absolutely exhausted. You didnāt pester him with more questions even though your head was filled with them, especially about the flash of photos taken leaving the stadium. You had been in the car for about 30 odd minutes when you got off a motorway pulling to a traffic light.
āAlmost homeā he broke the comfortable silence, leaning over to kiss your temple. His hand now resting atop yours. Maybe it was because you were also tired or because it was so dark but the roads seemed winding. He was taking a final turn onto his street when you reached over to place a kiss on his cheek.
āTired?ā You questioned simply in a soft quiet voice.
āCompletely knackeredā he replied in a similar tone. It almost made you sad but he spoke again before you could really dwell on it. āGlad youāre back with me though,ā he assured you. Finally pulling into a long driveway, a massive house tucked far back at the end of it.
āYour house is so niceā you said plainly. Clearly you both were worn out as your conversation had slowed from flirting to just blank observations.
āItās dark, you can barely see it, what are you on about?ā He said with a familiar cheeky smile reappearing on his face.
āI can still tell!ā You poorly defended your comment. He parked the car next to what felt like 10 others assuming there must be a lot of people here. He hopped out and came round to your door, opening it. He waited for you with his arms open.
āCāmere, yeah? Missed you so much.ā He cooed, placing a kiss to your lips before letting you go, opening the other door to grab his things. You walked to the front of the house slowly, you because of nerves, Trent because he was sore. He unlocked the front door and gestured for you to step in first. A few lights were on and it was mostly quiet, but you could hear murmuring on a TV somewhere when you entered, a little surprised given the amount of cars. Trent dropped his bags immediately at the front door like a school boy, sighing. He grabbed your waist nuzzling into your neck but didnāt say anything.
āI donāt want to mess with your post match routine, so do what you have to do.ā You spoke honestly not wanting to disrupt him.
āThat include you?ā He said toying with you before pressing a kiss behind your ear, his hand pulling at the waist of your pants only to let go and walk away.
āHey!ā You whined at the loss of contact and followed after him desperately. āIs ādoingā a girl usually a part of your routine?ā You pretended to ask seriously with emphasis on the verb he had played on before.
āNo, babyā he giggled entering his kitchen, grabbing a water, after offering you one silently.
āSo do you just go to bed now orā¦?ā You probed. He wasnāt talking much so you were grasping at straws at what to do. He wasnāt though, he was so cool and collected in the comfort of his home.
āNah, my mind is racing right now, processing everything, minute by minute but my body is just done so I usually lay down. Go to the cinema roomā¦ any interest?ā He spoke candidly at first and then a cheeky grin swept across his face before he asked about your interest level.
āYuck! With you?ā You pretended to be grossed out making a face playfully before he grabbed your waist ignoring you. You allowed him to push you around his house, walking with you in front of him, slapping at your ass on the way. He brought out such a childish side of you. You guys were mostly quiet knowing other people were home and it was late but giggles definitely echoed through the halls.
Trent collapsed onto a obscenely wide lounge chair, it was essentially a couch but he would say otherwise. There were a few of them tiered like a theater, framed jerseys hung on the walls, and the biggest tv screen youāve ever seen in your life illuminated the otherwise fairly dark room. You sat on the corner edge away from him suddenly feeling your nerves take over..
āWhat you doing? Stop being weird and cāmere. Iām too tired to come and have to grab you.ā Trent was cute but lazy, holding the remote.
āStop! Iām nervousā you said embarrassed. He rolled his eyes before pouting his full lips, his puppy dog eyes sucking you in, silently begging you to come to him. You basically crawled across the chair before snuggling up into his side. His arm draped around you pulling you into him, your cheek laying on his chest. He pressed kisses to the top of your head and you gently placed your leg over his body. You were wrapped around him and had no intention of letting go.
āI never knew I would miss a cuddle this muchā he muffled into your hair. āWhat do you wanna watch?ā He said, holding you impossibly tight.
āIām okay with anything. I just want to be close to you.ā
āYeah? Need you just a little closer, babyā he said pulling you further into his body. You nuzzled your face into his chest some more, shy at his sweet words.
āIāve been watching this one show andā¦ā Trent began to ramble, clear that now that his body could relax after the match, his racing mind was now spilling out. He talked so fast to you about something but it went in one ear and out the other unintentionally. You just looked up at him lost watching his perfect lips move, his big eyes light up, while you scratched your nails against the facial hair on his chin. Something you had quickly discovered that Trent had kept hidden from his media persona was just how nerdy he actually was. He was such a dork. You gushed over his beautiful animated face talked about something he knew way too much about.
āLike can you believe that?ā His question caught you off guard.
āYeahā you mused, still scratching his chin just yessing the pretty boy. Your head fell back into his chest, your hand too, your cheek squished into him more from the weight of his arm atop pressing into you. He would make small comments throughout the show filling you in about something important or who a character was but you were fighting to keep your eyes open. It was so warm and comfortable in his embrace. In a sleepy state, you pulled the hem of his t-shirt up, your nails now drawing over his abs absentmindedly. Although your thoughtless touch wasn't going unnoticed by Trent. He was starting to get hard just at your hands proximity to his cock but the patterns you were tracing on his skin slowed, stopping entirely as you dozed off pacified by his scent and his hand running up and down your spine. When you didnāt even hum a response to one of his questions, he leaned forward a little peering around you only to see your eyes had closed, your features now softened. You looked like an angel, he held you tighter kissing your head in disbelief at how he felt about you. You were all consuming.
āYouāre mine baby, not letting you go. Youāre absolutely perfectā he whispered to you, asleep peacefully.
āBro, what a game though!ā Marcel just about yelled walking into the cinema room. Causing Trent to snap his head towards the doorway, then quickly back to you, nervous his brother's voice might have disturbed you.
āYeah, I thought it went well,ā Trent replied in a much quieter, gentler tone holding you to him, his hand still rubbing your back.
āShit, sorry,ā Marcel said softer now, seeing you cuddled up not moving.
āYouāre good. Sheās been out. I was just working the hours in my head, sheās been up for ages.ā His brows furrowed, face scrunching trying to do the math.
āBlessā his brother's thoughtful response surprised him but you seemed to have that effect on people where you just grew and grew seeping into their hearts.
āYeahā Trent said just staring at you. His hand moving to tuck a piece of hair out of your face.
āWe actually had a good time tonight, ya know?ā Marcel filled his brother in on your time spent together. His heart warmed that you fit so nicely into his life and right now in his arms.
āThis is actually the best Iāve ever felt post-match, not sure if it was the new fitness program or whatā¦ā Trent said trailing off trying to distract Marcel from seeing him be so tender, rapidly falling more for you in front of him.
āYeah, thatās what it isā¦ā Marcel rolled his eyes, the evident change in Trentās routine wasnāt fitness it was tucked in his arms. Trent knew he was caught out but that didnāt stop him from continuing to pepper kisses on your forehead he thought were subtle. The boys fell silent soon avoiding the subject of Trentās obvious feelings.
Eventually, Marcel headed to bed leaving Trent still completely intertwined and enthralled with you. The episode he was watching concluded and he decided his night should too. Contrary to what he first thought, Trent was okay just going to sleep with you in his arms but he wasn't going to let you sleep downstairs, you needed a proper bed.
āBabyā he whispered, placing light kisses all over your face but you didnāt budge, only further settling into him.
āBaby, come..ā he cooed, attempting to peel your arms from his body. āLetās go.ā He tried speaking once more, finding a bit more success this time.
āHmm?ā You hummed lifting your head a little bit only to place your chin back down on his chest.
āLetās goā he tried once more, this time your eyes more open fixating on him. It dawned on you staring into his darkening brown eyes that your hand was still under Trentās shirt dangerously close to the waistband of his joggers.
āWhere T?ā you said sleepily but there was a little fire behind your tired eyes. His intention of just sleeping tonight was changing.
āMy room.ā He told you sternly but feigned a terrible effort to move you off him. He could easily just pick you up if he wanted. He instead conceded to your stubbornness that was laced with obvious desire letting you now play with the drawstring of his joggers.
āSo you wanna sleep with me?ā You mused, pressing your hips down into him. You rolled your body in to his, his hands stroking down your sides to grab the bottom of your top starting to fuss with it, teasing you.
āI want you in my bed.ā He looked at you now with passion igniting behind his eyes before his lips came crashing into yours. You were like messy teenagers making out in his house, your hand more bravely slipping down into his pants.
āWeāre going to bed nowā pulling away, he sat up, taking your hand away and you off him, calming the steamy situation you were trying to start. You moaned, biting back trying to grab his lip with your teeth. He just shook his head at your lack of restraint but he was loving every second of it. Feeding his ego ravenously.
Standing up, he finally used actual strength to pull you up too from the chair. You stumbled a little bit still sleepy so he wrapped his arms around you to steady you only to start another heated kiss. Your hands pulling at his clothes, you remembered you were wearing fancy lingerie when you felt it absolutely soaked between your thighs. You moaned into his mouth.
āGimmeā you giggled greedily and childishly trying to get his shirt off, only for him to shut you down.
āNah, baby. My bed now.ā He said it so aggressively it shouldāve felt hurtful or like an insult but instead it had you even more desperate for him.
He grabbed both your shoulders harshly and physically turned you away from him, his hand coming to grip your ass, his lips to your neck.
āDo you wanna go to my bed, baby?ā You felt his breath on your neck, your pussy flutter. You tried to suppress a moan but failed miserably
āYeahā you whimpered quietly, your hand reaching behind you to grab onto his body only to be swatted away. You walked out of the room obediently, he trailed you, his last name still on your back making way to his room had him struggling to focus on getting up the stairs. You two were fairly quiet navigating through the dimly lit house. Youād turn back to him looking for directions not knowing where you were going. He didnāt want to just tell you, having you under his command was getting him off.
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Fish of the Day
Happy Thursday, everyone! Today's fish of the day is the Australian lungfish!
The Australian lungfish, or barramunda, known by scientific name Neoceratodus forsteri is one of the 6 surviving lungfishes of the modern world. The other 5 lungfishes are scattered to other sections of the world, one in South America, and the other 4 all living in Africa. As the name implies, this lungfish is endemic to Australia living in South Eastern Queensland, or for those who don't know the general areas of Australia, the upper right corner of the country. Living exclusively in slow moving streams, still waters, and various waterside banks living entirely in freshwater systems. This fish is primarily nocturnal, and almost entirely carnivorous. Its diet consists of: frogs, larvae, bugs, plant material, earthworms, fishes, small invertebrates, and anything else it can catch.Ā They are primarily bottom dwellers, and prey is caught directly in the mouth and then crushed multiple times, being positioned correctly by a bone called a hydroid apparatus. Australian lungfish have the most primitive of surviving lungfish feeding behaviors.
Australian lungfish are best known for their ability to survive dry seasons. However, unlike African lungfish, which can survive fully in droughts by submerging themselves intoĀ This is done by submerging the body in the mud, and rising to the surface to swallow oxygen into a single dorsal lung. This lung is only supplementary, and the fish prefer to breathe through their 5 gills. Of the six lungfish, the Australian lungfish is the only one to not have two lungs, but rather a fold down the center of the single lung acting as a wall, which blood capillaries run through, allowing gas exchange. Unlike it's African counterparts, the Australian lungfish can not survive total water depletion, (other lungfish survive this by creating a layer of mucus around itself and living there for several years until water returns). Australian lungfish can survive several days out of the water, but can not do so unless it is in a moist environment, usually mud.
Fossil records of lungfish tell us that some of their first fossils can be found from 410 Million years ago, being the closest living relative to the tetrapod. The last shared ancestor between the lungfish and tetrapod was 420 Million year ago. Originally, these animals started as marine creatures, but sometime in the carboniferous the species became freshwater exclusive, around the same time that the last common ancestor to all remaining lungfish lived.Ā Australian lungfish in particular appear to have split off about 380 million years ago, and have remained virtually unchanged from their ancestors for over 100 million years, giving them the title of living fossils!Ā
Not only have they remained incredibly similar over the years, they have a long lifespan for individuals as well. A captive Australian lungfish named granddad was shown to live to 108 years (+- 6), with the expected lifespan of wild lungfish surviving at least 20-25 years after they reach sexual maturity. In Australian lungfish, similar to other lungfish species in the world, sexual maturity is reached in males after 17 years, and 22 years in females. Australian lungfish have elaborate courting rituals consisting of three distinct phases. The first phase is searching, where the lungfish will breathe loudly, making mating calls with its single lung. The second is called "follow the leader" where males will attempt to entice a female by nudging and rubbing snouts with her, often at the same time as competitors. The last stage is where two lungfish will descend to lay and fertilize eggs, females producing 2 eggs per spawning season. After breeding, the eggs are left to sink in the vegetation, as Australian lungfish do not nest or care for their young. This is unlike all other lungfish species.
Have a wonderful Thursday, everyone!
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here we go with another past midnight race recap:
first of all 2 saubers in q2 what the fck guys. also the verstappen penalty is wild i have never seen a 1 place grid drop?? if they wanted to hand out a penalty it should be a time penalty, no? oh well i'm not a student of the fia rulebook and they kind of do whatever they want so eh.
i'll cut this here once again because i ramble quite a bit oops š
ā LAP 1 DRAMA. SO MUCH DRAMA. verstappen immediately leaping up to race leader (that's a man with a Vengeance) and norris following right after! aaaannddd there's mess at the back of the grid. i think hulk collided into ocon and colapinto (commentators: "that's crash 16 for williams this season" which wtf??) and took them both out, not that it helped him at all granted that they were all 3 literally the absolute last backmarkers. somehow tsunoda jumps up 4 places in the middle of everything?
ā which brings out a safety car on lap 1. mein gott. and somehow stroll manages to collide into albon under a safety car. thank GOD they can both continue however because those 2 garages are run absolutely ragged šš
ā race restart! nothing much changes except piastri snatches back 4th from leclerc that he grabbed at the start and stroll retires after seemingly being able to continue after a pit stop.
ā false start for hamilton? and tsunoda goes back down the grid after fighting with the saubers (never thought i would say that!) with his teammate all the way at the back due to i think spinning off?
ā a mercedes pit stop for russell?? on lap 24 with no other pit stops in sight?? oh i don't know about that....fastest lap is rapidly bouncing between the 2 at the front and every time verstappen gets it i say "fork found in kitchen" to my friends š
ā yellow flags because a....wing mirror fell off onto the track?? (apparently from albon) already quite ridiculous on its own but i would argue that the fia's handling was even more ridiculous with them only putting out yellow flags and refusing to do anything until bottas ran right over it, scattering debris all over the track and causing sainz and hamilton (who were both already having less-than-ideal races) to have punctures. and THEN they brought out the race's 2nd safety car leading everyone back to the pits.
ā everyone started making their pit stops under the safety car, surprisingly including russell for his second and apparently he was Really mad about them putting him on hards again. whoops.
ā second race restart!! with 10 seconds of my blood pressure probably spiking like hell because everybody was fighting for positions with each other due to i think a slipstream from verstappen? not sure again but that's what i heard from the commentary so i'll leave it to them.
ā in other news, gasly carrying alpine's hopes and dreams is pretty high up in the order constantly fighting with sainz (until the end of the race) and zhou!! zhou guanyu is in the points!! its a miracle and one that i am incredibly thrilled by!
ā PEREZ GOES OUT?? and so does hulkenberg, bringing out a 3rd safety car and a total of 5 retirements this race. sao paulo is being given a run for its money right now i fear šš
ā 10s penalty for norris?? for failing to slow under yellow flags?? look i am not mclaren's biggest fan (my beef is more with the organization admittedly) but i would have expected a 5s penalty. anyways he goes into the pits to serve it (not too sure abt that call...) and comes out dead last after being 2nd the entire time which. Yikes. [edit: it was a stop and go, sorry for the mistake]
ā hamilton also picks up a drive through penalty and when he goes into the pits he asks if he can retire the car šš oh this man wants OUTTT of the season and of mercedes....he's going to turn up to ferrari at abu dhabi before sainz even packs his bags i fear.
ā nothing much really changes up front but we got really close to a double sauber points which is INSANE honestly considering i thought they would end the season with 0 points? anyways we get a verstappen leclerc 1-2 which is going to delight the shippers immensely š (i mean that in the nicest way possible) and a hilarious trio of an alpine in p5, a ferrari in p7, an aston martin of alonso who was actually very consistent throughout the race (i guess aston martin are not p5 in the wcc and him p9 in the wdc for nothing) and a SAUBER in p8 (not even p10!! he made p8!!)
overall, i don't really know what to say other than this was safety car paradise (i do wish it was the pretty green aston one instead though!) and that this podium is quite delightful with a lot of underdog drama which i admittedly always love! definitely will be watching abu dhabi next week because it's at 9pm for me which is perfect timing tbh!
(p.s. congrats to ollie bearman for winning the f2 sprint race, doriane pin for winning the f1a race and abbi pulling for winning f1 academy champion!! i love my parasocial children lots <33)
#f1#formula 1#formula one#qatar gp 2024#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#george russell#franco colapinto#alex albon#yuki tsunoda#checo perez#lewis hamilton#oscar piastri#lando norris#liam lawson#max verstappen#zhou guanyu#valtteri bottas#nico hulkenberg#kevin magnussen#pierre gasly#esteban ocon#lance stroll#fernando alonso
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Sometimes I feel the shows world isā¦ empty but at the same time has too much
In season 2 they put sentient robots able to feel actual emotions like they are something common enough for a teenager go make them
In the specials they introduce other magic systems like the cousins of the kwamis and then introduce things like Batwoman and super/Wonder Woman
Then in season 3 they introduce FREAKING ALIENS!!! (Bunnix said they exist) I wouldnāt be mad if they elaborated in those subjects
But they donāt, we donāt have meta humans in the rest of the show but season 5 finale, we donāt have magicians and we havenāt seen a flesh and bones alien (I think since I donāt know what Majestiaās whole deal is)
The origins episode and the backstory of the guardians and miraculous imply the existence of other monsters
We see a kraken, a fusion of a Sphinx with Medusa fighting Heracles, a dragon fighting a ladybug holder on medieval glass stain similar to the ones in churches, and then we see some unknown hero fighting a Evangelion like monster on the sea with a Japanese style
But we only have Akumas, Akumas and Akumas, and in special occasions we have Akumas but BIGGER or Akumas but R E D ,Where are those monsters in modern age? Some of the crossovers they had planned with other ZAK shows implied the existence of witches, fairyās, ghosts and a giant snake monster
The world introduces the supernatural and science fiction but instead of using it we are stuck with miraculous
Why is no character using magic? Why isnāt there sandman or rhino like villains rooming the streets? I Can see post season 4 Gabriel doing what tombstone did in spectacular Spider-Man and turning criminals into super villains to get the miraculous or at least to make negativity higher through all of Paris by introducing super villains who are willingly evil AND have permanent powers
Or why isnāt there a evil wizard searching for the miraculous for power or a ancient evil the kwamis sealed searching to take revenge on Plagg and Tikki? Or just Gabriel using evil magic to summon a hunting hound monster to track the miraculous and the heroes have to find a way to defeat a enemy they canāt defeat by their usual way (their usual way is breaking the evilified object so the enemy just disappears)
They keep introducing weird things and concepts and do nothing with them, is like they tried to be Spider-Man in the āexists on a larger world full with heroesā and then proceeds to ignore all other Spider-Man things like having a rogues gallery and constantly facing magic and sci-fi threats
Heck I might even say he only did this to ride the Shared universe train marvel started but just like DC and the Dark verse, they failed (except for the Monsterverse, the Monsterverse is ETERNAL)
That's the weird thing about this show. It wants to be a simple good vs evil story, but it also wants to flesh out the universe for future spin-offs.
This is why I just can't stand the Miraculous World specials, because they don't do anything with the concepts introduced. The Miraculous scattered across the world, other magical artifacts like the Miraculous, and the goddamn multiverse are only used for what is glorified filler. A lot of these ideas could easily be fleshed out for their own seasons, but the show only wants the conflict to revolve around the heroes and whoever gets the Butterfly Miraculous.
If you want to expand your universe, you need to think about how this development will affect your story as well as your world.
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CAN WE ALSO PLEASE TALK ABOUT THIS SCENE?!?!?!
IT WAS NOT A KISS SCENE BUT IT WAS AS POWERFUL AS ONE!!!
Their THE KISS scene on season 3 episode 5 (yes i remember exactly dont ask why) it was REALLY powerful because it literally showed us the development between the two characters from them trying to kill one another (mostly Rayla) to saving each other and Callum expressing it such a beautiful way by his speech with "Because she's Rayla" Playing in the background was just TO DIE FOR!!!! it was emotional, romantic, strong! It was everything! It wasnt forced it was just there in the perfect time. I can never stop praising the shows writers enough istg. Even rn im listening to that ost in the background.
I cant lie bc it was adorable seeing these two being all lovey dovey with each other by kissing and hugging etc. But when season 4 begins, their relationship is just not there anymore. Yes there are bits and pieces but they're scattered everywhere. Callum reminiscing about her and their time together gives us half of the answer. Something happened that pulled them apart but what is it?
When he was looking out in the balcony to the sky, their theme was also playing at the background but so soft and so weak that you felt Callums' pain. It was a sad track, it was a tragic track. Raylas' memories were still there but not herself. And it made him so sad that the dude said it was NOT his BIRTHDAY but the ANNIVERSARY OF RAYLAS' LEAVING!!!! THIS BOY CARES ABOUT RAYLA MORE THAN HE CARES ABOUT HIMSELF!!!
From then on the relationship starts to have a second build up. Its like strangers to friends to lovers to strangers to ??? . The only difference of this build up compared to first three seasons is that there is already an established relationship, its just broken. So in a way they start again. Going on adventures, being there for each other in case either of them needs help. Callum doesnt let his feelings for her suppress his hurt which was also caused by her but little by little it starts to heal. It starts to fix.
Here we see Rayla admit to her mistake of going after revenge and leaving the most important thing she has behind (aka Callum obv) . Her admitting this out loud is so great to hear. Because she know she made a mistake and that mistake hurt Callum and she intends to FIX that mistake. She gives him the space he needs while also staying close enough in case he would need her. Just like Soren said "sometimes you need time to work through the weird, and then it'll work out or dont. The heart do what it do or dont what it dont"
And thats exactly what happens! With time the awkwardness becomes less and less and their hearts do the job. Their feelings for each other were never gone in the first place, and when they both finally realise that it just keeps getting better. In the form of saving friends (Zym and Soren) they remember how it felt working together which helps them get closer.
But even tho they act close their words are still apart. They dont admit it. They dont talk about it. They just go along with it. But then Rayla gets caught sneaking Runaans' bow. When Callum orders them to release her even without knowing the reason why, Rayla picks up what he's putting down. He trusts her, he doesnt push her to explain him anything because he knows that she will when she is ready. She sees that there is still a chance to make things just like before maybe even better.
(Also in this scene when they're going to the grand bookery and they cross this path, she says "its an old wound that's healing" I cant help but feel like its a parallel to their relationship. The wound of leaving for two years but now finally working through it. Its just perfect)
So yep after everything she admits it, which is also perfect because she was the one that made a mistake so she does fix it and she does it right.
"Im glad we could be here together, looking at the stars..." She says.
And Callum feeling the same way rests his head on hers. ITS JUST PERFECT AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! THE WAY THAT THEY STILL KEEP TALKING ABOUT STARS AND THIS WHOLE SCENE HAVING AS MUCH POWER AS THEIR KISS SCENE AND DARE I SAY EVEN MORE (i dont know which wins bc i was jumping around screaming when they kissed after Callums' poetic speech LOL it was ROMANTIC ALRIGHT?! šššš SAME GOES FOR THIS ONE)
And the thing is that it'ss so easy to mess up. They could've gone for a route like "hey im back after two years of absence" "Oh hi its great to see you again" And its not just the characters and their relationships but also the world that you're telling to the audience. It is so easy to get it wrong ESPECIALLY if you are writing Fantasy. With so many kingdoms, dragons, elves and other species with also magic its very very simple to mess up. Im glad that they went this way with the story telling. Its more natural, more enjoyable and it just works perfectly.
ANYWAY IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR WAY TOO LONG BUT IF YOU MANAGED TO FINISH READING IT TILL THE END OMG YOU'RE A FUCKING ROCKSTAR IDK I LOVE YOU THANK YOU!!! š«š«š«šššš
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Pile One: Horse
You are learning how to balance work and play, finding harmony between the two.
The spirit of the horse will guide you during this season of your life. This is just the animal identification; you need to look up and explore its spiritual meaning, symbolism, and omens for additional insight and to have personal revelations.
Pile Two: Platypus
Itās time to embrace your true, authentic selfāno more self-restrictions or fear!
The spirit of the platypus will guide you during this season of your life. This is just the animal identification; you need to look up and explore its spiritual meaning, symbolism, and omens for additional insight and to have personal revelations.
Pile Three: Groundhog
When you master control over your thoughts and mind, you will emerge into a happier, more fulfilled version of yourself.
The spirit of the groundhog will guide you during this season of your life. This is just the animal identification; you need to look up and explore its spiritual meaning, symbolism, and omens for additional insight and to have personal revelations.
Pile Four: Black Bear
Protect yourself physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually by any means necessary.
The spirit of the black bear will guide you during this season of your life. This is just the animal identification; you need to look up and explore its spiritual meaning, symbolism, and omens for additional insight and to have personal revelations.
Pile Five: Black Panther
Activating your dark side will help you unlock unshakable confidence and inner power.
The spirit of the black panther will guide you during this season of your life. This is just the animal identification; you need to look up and explore its spiritual meaning, symbolism, and omens for additional insight and to have personal revelations.
Pile Six: Hawk
Youāre feeling scattered, disorganized, and distracted, which prevents you from seeing the full picture or planning for long-term stability. Focus on one goal right now, see it through to completion, and bring your vision into focus.
The spirit of the hawk will guide you during this season of your life. This is just the animal identification; you need to look up and explore its spiritual meaning, symbolism, and omens for additional insight and to have personal revelations.
Pile Seven: Tortoise
Patience is key. Refresh yourself with the wisdom of āThe Tortoise and the Hare.ā
The spirit of the tortoise will guide you during this season of your life. This is just the animal identification; you need to look up and explore its spiritual meaning, symbolism, and omens for additional insight and to have personal revelations.
Pile Eight: Ladybug
When you release fake friends, fake family members, or toxic associates from your life, incredible luck and blessings will follow.
The spirit of the ladybug will guide you during this season of your life. This is just the animal identification; you need to look up and explore its spiritual meaning, symbolism, and omens for additional insight and to have personal revelations.
Pile Nine: Blue Tang Fish
This is a season to focus on building and strengthening your community with people you can trust. If your intuition warns you about someone in your tribe, trust itāwhether itās now or in the future.
The spirit of the blue tang fish will guide you during this season of your life. This is just the animal identification; you need to look up and explore its spiritual meaning, symbolism, and omens for additional insight and to have personal revelations.
Pile Ten: Tan/Brown Rabbit
A new beginning is on the horizon, but before you can step into it, you must cultivate stability and grounding. This is the time to connect with nature, activate your Root Chakra, and ground yourself internally and externally.
The spirit of the tan/brown rabbit will guide you during this season of your life. This is just the animal identification; you need to look up and explore its spiritual meaning, symbolism, and omens for additional insight and to have personal revelations.
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it's possible I made an extended playlist to give context to the classical (non-technically speaking) music in OFMD, with the pieces listed in historical/chronological order, and in the context of their full pieces (mostly - I'm not literally going to put entire operas on there, but symphonies and concertos have mostly been finished)
and it's possible that that playlist is ten hours long
and it's possible you can find it on spotify right now, and that below the cut is the full chronology
(edit: corrections welcome btw!!!! i am by no means a music historian, nor have any higher level music education, just a lifelong association and interest <3 if you know better than me, PLEASE let me know so it can be more accurate!)
N: most of the Vivaldi pieces don't really have any dates I could find, so they're just sort of scattered through the first few decades of the 18th century. and yes, technically the opening Corelli isn't in there, but I think putting another La Folia in is important for the context of s2!
1700 - Arcangelo Corelli, Violin Sonata in D Minor, Op 5 No 12 "La Follia"
1703-6 - George Frederic Handel, Keyboard Suite No 4 in D Minor, HWV 437
? - Antonio Vivaldi, Cello Concerto in G Minor, RV 416
1711 - Antonio Vivaldi, Concerto No 11 in D Minor for Two Violins and Cello RV 565
1715 - Georg Philipp Telemann, Sonata for Violin and Basso Continuo in G Major TWV 41:G1
1718-20 - Antonio Vivaldi, The Four Seasons, Violin Concerto in G Minor Op 8
Early/mid C18 - Domenico Scarlatti, Keyboard Sonata in F Major, K 107
? - Antonio Vivaldi, Oboe Concerto in C, RV 452
1720s? - Antonio Vivaldi, Concerto for Two Cellos in G Minor, RV 531
1727 - Johann Sebastian Bach, Ich steh mit einem FuĆ im Grabe, BWVĀ 156
1725-35 - Georg Philipp Telemann, Concerto for Recorder and Viola da Gamba in A Minor TWV 52:a1
? - Antonio Vivaldi, Concerto in G Minor, RV 576
1730 - Johann Sebastian Bach, Orchestral Suite No 3 in D Major, BWV 1068
? - Antonio Vivaldi, Piccolo Concerto in A Minor, RV 445
? - Antonio Vivaldi, Trio Sonata in D Minor, RV 63, 'La Follia'
1738 - Johann Sebastian Bach, Harpsichord Concerto No 4 in A Major, BWV 1055
1738-9 - Johann Sebastian Bach, Concerto for Harpsichord, Strings, and Continuo No. 5 in F Minor, BWV 1056
Early/mid C18 - Domenico Scarlatti, Keyboard Sonata in E Major, K 380
1741 - Johann Sebastian Bach, Goldberg Variations, BWV 988
1747 - Johann Sebastian Bach, Musical Offering, BWV 1079
1747-8 - George Frederic Handel, Concerto in F Major, No 16, HWV 305a
1773 - Mozart, Symphony No 25 in G Minor, K 183
1782 - Mozart, String Quartet No 14 in G Major, K 387
1795 - Beethoven, Piano Sonata No 2 in A Major, Op 2 No 2
1792 - Beethoven, Piano Sonata No 3 in C Major, Op 2 No 3
1780 - Mozart, Symphony No 34 in C Major, K 338
1786 - Mozart, Le nozze di Figaro (excerpts)
1810? - Beethoven, Bagatelle in A Minor, WoO 59: FĆ¼r Elise
1811-12 - Beethoven, Symphony No 7 in A Major, Op 92
1826 - Franz Schubert, StƤndchen (Serenade) "Horch, horch, die Lerch!" D 889
1827 - Franz Schubert, 4 Impromptus, Op 90, D 899
1833-4 - Felix Mendelssohn, Lieder Ohne Worte, Book 2, Op 30
1835 - FrĆ©dĆ©ric Chopin, 12 Ćtudes, Op 25 (excerpts)
1838 - Robert Schumann, Kinderszenen, Op 15 (excerpts)
1838 - Franz Liszt, arr., 12 Lieder von Franz Schubert, S 558, No 9
1842 - FrƩdƩric Chopin, Waltz No 12 in F Minor, Op 70, No 2
1871 - August Wilhelmj, arr., Air on a G String
1874 - Giuseppi Verdi, Messa da Requiem (excerpts)
1878 - AntonĆn DvoÅĆ”k, String Sextet in A Major Op 48
1888-91 - Claude Debussy, Two Arabesques, L 66
1890 - Claude Debussy, RĆŖverie, L 68
1888, 89, 90 - Erik Satie, Trois GymnopƩdies, Gnossienne No 5, Trois Gnossiennes
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Too Sweet Ch 5
Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4~
Harvey x gn reader
Summary: you get a letter from Harvey inviting you to join him at the Dance of the Moonlight Jellies. You sit together and share a bottle of wine as you watch the jellyfish.
Tw: alcohol mention, drinking, tipsy but not drunk
A/n: I headcanon that he had Elliot help him write the letter bc he was nervous. And now after this chapter youāre both in that weird āwhat are weā space šš©
Word count: 2.2 k (this got out of hand whoops)
It felt like your first summer in the Valley had come to pass far too quickly. The air had a light chill to it and the leaves were showing the first signs of changing colors. You pulled the covers around you when you slid out of bed, your makeshift cape dragging across the floor as you flipped through the channels on the tv. The man on the screen was warning that summer crops would start to die soon, and that now was a great time to start thinking about crops for the harvest season. Youād already bid a sad farewell to your tomatoes and blueberries, and made a note to get pumpkin seeds from Pierre. You changed the channel and a full figured woman informed the audience on the proper way to make an omelet, boasting about a secret technique that guaranteed success.
Your stomach rumbled as if making a formal request. You rummaged through the fridge for eggs and milk. You gave the ingredients a thorough whisk before adding them to the pan. You diligently followed along as the woman on screen instructed the correct way to flip and fold the eggs. You added cheese and slid your work onto a plate. Youād never been much of a cook and the food was slightly misshapen. A cautious first bite proved it more than edible, tasting much better than it looked. You dug in eagerly and flipped to the weather channel.
The man pointed to different temperatures behind him and droned on about a cold front coming in this week. Your finger hovered over the power button when he declared that the evening temperature would be pleasantly warm, perfect for the moonlight jelly festival in Pelican Town. Your curiosity peaked, imagining the possibilities of what it could entail. Youād heard folks in town talking about a jellyfish migration, but didnāt know any of the details.
You opened your door and noticed the flag was raised on the mailbox. You opened the flap and thumbed through the stack of envelopes. Even in the countryside junk mail followed you, glossy ads from JojaMart boasting slashed prices and random goods. Even Pierre shelled out for printed coupons in an attempt to compete. A letter from Mayor Lewis invited you to join the townsfolk at the beach tonight for the festival. The bundle of mail hovered over the recycle bin when you were caught off guard by your cat weaving between your legs. You sighed as the papers fell from your hand and scattered on the floor. You knelt down to gather them when an unopened envelope caught your eye. Picking it up you realized it was from Harvey. You carefully tore it open and began to read.
ā I hope this letter finds you well. Iām writing to invite you to join me this evening at the Dance of the Moonlight Jellies. Everyone is gathering at the beach tonight to watch the migration of jellyfish. Itās a special occasion that marks the change of seasons in the Valley. Iād be delighted if youād like to sit with me to share in this memorable experience. Cross the wooden bridge and meet me by the tide pools at 10 pm if you accept my invitation.
Best Regards, Harvey.ā
Your face flushed and you pressed the letter close to your chest before carefully refolding it. Was thisā¦ a date? You shook your head quickly as if to clear the thought from your head. You wouldnāt let yourself jump to conclusions or indulge in your delusions. It was a perfectly platonic invite to sit together at a festival. Nothing more and nothing less. You took the letter and pinned it to the fridge with a magnet shaped like a heart.
The rest of the day passed by in a blur. Youād been busy prepping the farm for the change of seasons youād hardly noticed the sun had set. You hurried inside to take a shower before you made your way to the beach. You wrapped the towel around your body as you stepped out of the steam; your hair was dripping when you looked in the mirror so you wrapped a towel around your head, hoping the last trace of summer heat would speed things up.
āWhat do I wear, what do I wear??ā You mumbled to yourself as you rummaged through your closet. Something in your gut said farm clothes were out of the question tonight. You pushed aside hangers roughly and held a myriad of clothes against your form in the mirror before tossing them to the floor. After much deliberation you settled on a cotton button up and one of your nice pairs of shorts. You slid on a pair of sandals and turned to head out the door. You paused before exiting, wondering if you should bring a gift or a blanket to sit on. You yanked a spare top sheet from your closet and rooted through the fridge for something to share. You found a small bottle of your favorite wine youād brought with you from the city. It was admittedly cheap and sugary, but youād never been one for dry wine. Youād been saving it for a special occasion, but tonight seemed well enough.
You made it to the beach just before ten. You gasped softly, taking in the sight of dozens of small candles floating in the water. The soft glow illuminated the shoreline and the wooden dock by Willieās shop. Most attendees had gathered on the pier to be as close as possible to the water. You said polite hellos as you headed east. That side of the beach was usually inaccessible, but someone had laid down several wooden planks to form a makeshift bridge. You hesitated before crossing and hoped it was sturdier than it looked. Despite some creaks and wobbles, you made it across safely and turned to scan for Harvey.
The tide pools took up most of the area, leaving small patches of sand near the shore free. You saw Harvey standing, pacing really, in a spot away from the crowd. He seemed more anxious than usual as he patrolled in a figure eight with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Could this be because of you? Maybe this really was a date.
āHi, Harveyā you called as you approached. The doctor stopped in his tracks with a start. You think you saw his cheeks flush pink but couldnāt tell for certain in the moonlight.
āOh! You came!ā He looked surprised, like heād been worried you wouldnāt show up. āI mean not that I was expecting you to not come- I just thought maybe you didnāt see my letter, or maybe you werenāt interested, or maybe you didnāt want to feel obligated, or-ā
āHey. It's okay. I promiseā you interrupted him before he could finish his sentence. āI got the letter this morning and I want you to know that Iāve been looking forward to seeing you all day. I really like hanging out with you, Harvey.ā You tried your best to sound cool and confident. Truthfully your stomach was doing backflips and you hoped you werenāt coming on too strongly.
Harvey seemed to deflate a smidge, visibly releasing some of the tension he usually held in his body with a soft sigh. āIām glad you could make it. Is this spot okay? I donāt like the crowds very muchā he confessed. āWe should be able to get a good view of the jellyfish from here. Theyāre attracted to the lights.ā
āThis is perfect.ā You pulled your bag off your shoulders and produced the wrinkled sheet. āI brought this for us to sit on.ā Harvey immediately helped to spread the sheet over the sand and gestured for you to take a seat first. You sat criss cross applesauce on the sheet and Harvey took a place beside you, mimicking your form. If either of you moved much your knees would knock together.
You dug out the bottle of wine from your bag and held it out. āOh, and I brought this too. I thought we could share it. I brought it with me when I moved. Itās my favorite kind. I was going to save it for a special occasion but I thought itād be nice to have tonightā
āI think thatās a nice gesture.ā Harvey took the bottle from you and rotated it in his hands, examining the label.
āItās cheap, I know,ā you explained sheepishly. āI like the sweet stuff. Oh and um itās screw top so you donāt need a corkscrew or anything.ā You were suddenly embarrassed by your taste in alcohol. The wine was popular among teenagers and college students for its low price and easy access. Nor exactly romantic beach date material.
Harvey didnāt seem to mind and peeled the label and unscrewed the top. He looked at you quizzically and you suddenly remembered youād neglected to bring cups. āOh my god I completely forgot to bring cups! Um we donāt have to drink it tonight itās totally fine you can just screw the lid on or-ā
āI know Iām a doctor but Iām okay drinking from the bottle if you areā he teased, this time interrupting you. You blushed bright red and felt hot, but took a breath and regained your cool.
āIām okay with that,ā you giggled. He passed the bottle back to you and held up an invisible cup as if to cheers. You met his hand with your free one and clinked your imaginary glasses.
āYou first.ā
You took a small swig and felt the warmth of the alcohol spread immediately. You passed the bottle to Harvey and he flushed as soon as the wine entered his system.
āSo does this festival happen every year?ā
āIt does. Itās a sort of celebration of the end of summer and a way to welcome fall to the valley. When the jellyfish migrate, then you know that the seasons have officially started their transition.ā
āIt reminds me of bird migration and flying south for the winter. It makes me want to migrate too. I hate the cold to be honest. Iām not a winter person.ā
āIt can be sad to see summer end, but the townās fall festivities are some of my favorites. I love attending the Stardew Valley fair and seeing people from all over the Valley come together. Itās a great opportunity to see the fruits of everyone's labor. Are you going to grow any pumpkins on your farm?ā
You nodded. āI want to make a pumpkin pie from scratch this year. And Iām looking forward to Spirits Eve. I heard Abigail talking about a haunted maze the other day. She said it was pretty scary even for her last year.ā
Harvey shuddered. āThat maze gives me the creeps. Iām not a fan of being scared on purpose.ā
You were about to respond when you heard Mayor Lewis raise his voice to make an announcement. āIām lighting the candle boat. The jellies should start to appear any moment now.ā As if on cue you spotted a small blue figure swimming in the ocean.
āLook! A jelly!ā You pointed eagerly to the fish youād seen and watched in awe as two more appeared.
āItās beautiful, isnāt it?ā Harvey asked. More and more of the jellyfish began to swim south to warmer waters, brilliant shades of blue swirling underneath the surface. You were both rendered speechless as you watched them make their way through the sea. The spot Harvey had picked gave a prime view, and it seemed that anyone else on this side of the beach had traversed toward the pier when Lewis had lit the candle boat. The two of you were alone by the tide pools, taking in the sight together.
You watched together as the jellyfish slowly disappeared, exchanging words about the beauty of nature as you finished the bottle of wine. You were warm and bubbly from the alcohol in your blood and felt emboldened. You moved your hand so that it brushed against Harveyās and interlaced your fingers with his. You leaned in to whisper. āThank you for inviting me.ā
You sat with your fingers locked for several minutes as the very last jellyfish receded behind the horizon. When you finally let go, Harvey folded the sheet for you to place in your bag. āItās getting late. Let me walk you homeā
āOh you donāt have to do that, Harvey. The farm is past the clinic anyways.ā
āNonsense. It's just past the bus stop, and I insist.ā
āWell if you insistā you giggled, still tipsy.
You and Harvey walked quietly back to the farm. You tried to let him go once you reached the property line, but he insisted on walking you to your door as it was āthe gentlemanly thing to doā. The two of you stood on the porch of the old farmhouse, illuminated by the moon and the porch light.
āGoodnight, Harvey. Thank you for walking me home. And thank you for inviting me to join you tonight. I had a wonderful time.ā You acted on impulse as you pulled the doctor in for a hug. His warmth enveloped you and he pulled you tighter, his hands gripping your back. He smelled like wine and salt water. You inhaled deeply before letting go.
āGoodnightā Harvey seemed as if he was about to turn to head home, but paused and placed a light kiss on your forehead. He looked at you with warm eyes before he turned down the path back into town.
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Did I watch season 6? No. Will I watch it? Also no. Anyways- Legendarium could have been used well if it was ONLY creatures of Earth mythology, stuff that none of the main cast is actually familiar with. I know that they showed several established creatures in the show but meh, have the book toss something a bit niche at them, maybe not relying on norse and greek mythology and whatever else was already used. And then BLOOM knows all the creatures and how they can technically be killed because she was a huge nerd about it at 16. Like I know her hyperfixation was faeries, but she must have read a bunch of other stuff too! And I feel she was one of those kids just eating whole books in a day. I don't know, give her something to do. And give more relevance to her Earthly upbringing, maybe add some other stuff that she can deal with because of it, making Earth more than just a planet Daphne had to settle for in order to keep Bloom safe. But Jesus Christ do not have that on Earth. I understand why they had Winx run around Earth in season 6 bc the age demographic dropped a LOT and "lets learn about distant places with our heros!" is a common trope for kids cartoon, but I am not a kid and I don't like it so I'll just keep them in Magical dimension please and thank you. Also there was no need to have them on Earth in season 4 either. I mean- ugh, fine, I guess there was, but they didn't have to LIVE there. They could have visited here and there as the plot progressed and then popped over for the big battle. If they wanted the winx working at a cafe, MAGIX HAS CAFES! Or better yet, DON'T have them all work at the same fucking place at the same time???? What bloody cafe is THAT understaffed in the middle of the summer that they just flat out hire an entire friendgroup??? Yeah ik there is prolly an explanation but I don't like it. Why not have season four have them a bit scattered, actually??? And then when the big stuff happens (and no, I don't mean Nabu's death, jesus christ we just got him and you already broke him WTF- pick something else but don't perma kill the main cast damn it this is WINX. ) Anyways, they're scattered in season 4, maybe some grow a tiny bit distant (or not!) and then something horrible happens and they ofc work through it by the/during finale and then THEY HAVE AN EXCUSE TO BE ALL CLOSE TOGETHER AGAIN IN SEASON 5. It would feel less forced!
#winx#winx headcanons#winx shitposting#winx rewrite#winx fanfic#winx specialists#winx club#winx nabu#winx bloom#winx season 4#winx season 6#winx legendarium
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3 - 1 Resorting to Murder
HOW THE HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL AM I ON THE THIRD BOOK
My WORD that artwork looks big fsr but FLETCH FINALLY LET ME FINISH UP RAD CRIMSON!! She doesn't look too scary here, but she is kind of a piece of shit in general
DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!
Some static, like a tape was put into a VHS. The grainy picture starts reeling, curly letters appearing on old paper.
āWELCOME, AUDIENCE, TO THE ADVENTURE OF A LIFETIME!ā
Rubber-hose versions of Logico and Irratino appear.
āTHE UNSTOPPABLE DEDUCTIVE LOGICO AND THE ESOTERIC INSPECTOR IRRATINO WILL ACCOMPANY YOU ON THE JOURNEY THROUGH THE THIRD SERIES AND NINTH SEASON OF THE MURDLE CARTOON, FILLED WITH ADVENTURE, EXCITEMENT, AAAAAAND MURDER!ā
More graphics appear.
āWILL DEDUCTIVE LOGICO SOLVE THE ICE-COLD MURDERS OF THE SKI RESORT? OR WILL HE DIE TRYING??ā
āTHE DEDUCTIVEāS GREAT GREAT GRANDFATHER WAS AN OLD WEST RANGER, WHO WILL EXPLORE AN ABANDONED MINE IN THIS EXCITING EXPANSION OF THE FRANCHISE!!ā
āTHE DRAMATIC RETURN TO NEW AEGIS WILL PROVE THIS MEGA-MURDLEā¢ļøA SUREFIRE EMMY AWARDS CONTENDER!ā
āAND JUST WHEN YOU THINK IT CANāT GET BIGGER, LOGICO HEADS TO THE FINAL FRONTIER, TO SAVE THE MURDER KINGDOM FROM AN ALIEN INVASION!!!!!ā
āBUCKLE UP, ITāS ABOUT TO BEGIN! IN 5ā¦ 4ā¦ 3ā¦ 2ā¦ā
Deductive Logico fades out of his stupid dream. He accidentally fell asleep again. He throws himself awake and continues jotting down notes on the latest mysterious letter, the only clue left behind from the sudden closing of the Investigation Institute.Ā
The next morning, when Inspector Irratino wakes, heās still at it.
IRRATINO: Logico? LOGICO: What. IRRATINO: Have you slept? LOGICO: No.
The goat slowly gets out of bed and wanders over to the desk. Countless sheets of paper are scattered everywhere, covered in furious scribbles.
LOGICO: Iām not goingā¦ to stop workingā¦ until I find what this means.
He continues to weakly write incoherent letters on the pages while Irratino gets dressed. He is barely awake, and about to collapse again. He turns around, and Irratino is suddenly in the most hideous clashing outfit heās ever seen.
LOGICO: EW!! WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?? IRRATINO: Iām taking you on vacation. LOGICO: No youāre not! What kind of vacation would warrant THAT outfit??
Irratino is wearing a bright green button-up shirt, a long black skirt, and sheepskin boots, and his hair is up in a ponytail.
IRRATINO: Itās good to be prepared for all climates. But I saw a great ad for the ski resort, and it just made me want to go back there.Ā LOGICO: Go aheadā¦ enjoy the hypothermiaā¦ IRRATINO: No you donāt, Logico. Youāre coming with me. Iām not letting you waste another second on that letter until youāve relaxed. LOGICO: Youāre not the boss of meā¦ IRRATINO: Who does all your money come from? LOGICO: ā¦
So he doesnāt have a choice. Irratino takes him to the ski resort. They immediately run into two humans - one is dead, and the other is Uncle Midnight.
U. MIDNIGHT: LOGIC, my man! I havenāt seen you in forever, the fuck you been doinā?Ā
He picks him up and gives him a strangling hug.
LOGICO: Wow. I am enjoying myself so much.Ā IRRATINO: Oh.
Two seconds into their supposed vacation, the boys have to solve a murder. Archaeologist Ecru is there, for some reason.
ECRU: Hey mate. Iām looking for rocks. They say thereās real gold around here, but I donāt believe āem. LOGICO: Then why are you looking? ECRU: ā¦To prove āem wrong. LOGICO: Okayā¦ and since when do you ski? U. MIDNIGHT: I donāt. Huhuhuh. Too much work. I just lounge in the freezing cold like a boss. Oh yeah but there is this new person I NEVER seen before, so you might wanna keep an eye on 'em. LOGICO: Who, Ecru? U. MIDNIGHT: Nuh, that one.
A flurry of snow sprays everyone in the face as a silhouette comes racing in - is someone skiing UPhill? And they takes off their helmet and flip their hair.
SUNFLOWER: Heyy~ ECRU: What, you think youāre hot or somethinā? SUNFLOWER: Ooh, whoās this girl~ Sounds like somebodyās JEALOUS~ U. MIDNIGHT: Fight! Fight! Fight! ECRU: Shut up, boy. SUNFLOWER: Oh no! The little girl is afraid~
Ecru sees the stupid squiggles they use instead of periods and has had enough. She shoves them over.
U. MIDNIGHT: Yessss
Logico tries to look for clues, but itās hard with the snake and whatever Sunflower is swinging fists at each other nonstop. Ecru grabs Sunās face and throws them into the restaurant.
U. MIDNIGHT: YEEEAAHHHHHH ECRU: Have a sip of this.
She tosses some hot chocolate at the supposed ski deity.
SUNFLOWER: Oh fuck that~
They dump an entire bowl of soup on Ecruās head.
ECRU: AAAAAAUGH! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!
Sunflower prances away with a giant grin on their face.Ā
U. MIDNIGHT: COME ON MANNN SUNFLOWER: Whatās the matter? I know itās hard to be alone~
They wraps their scarf around him.
SUNFLOWER: But maybe THIS, will help you feel better~
Benjamin ignores them and goes to see Ecru instead.
U. MIDNIGHT: You coulda beat the stupid person! ECRU: Ughh, I KNOW ALREADY!Ā LOGICO: I donāt care who āwonā. I care about who did the fucking murder!! U. MIDNIGHT: Oh. That was me. LOGICO: Seriously?? U. MIDNIGHT: We had a dispute about resort fees! LOGICO: What dispute?? U. MIDNIGHT: He wanted me to pay āem, and I didnāt!
He sticks his tongue out and runs away like the mature adult he is, and Logico glares at Irratino.
LOGICO: I donātā¦ wantā¦ a vacation. IRRATINO: Chin up, Logico. I promise we're gonna be alright.
The end!Ā
if anyone has any design ideas for Sunflower lmk, I'm really stuck for some reason š I only know what their hair and feet look like
The power of Goat Lord compels you!
See you next time murdlers!
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