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thrndlngs · 3 years ago

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three times shinsou misses the opportunity to kiss you + the one time he seized the moment.

── pairing, shinsou x fem!prohero!reader ── request: x times shinsou wants to kiss fem reader??? pLZ I NEED IT ── author’s note: this was super dope & cute to write. tysm for sending this in. i hope i did this justice and it wasn’t to out of character. also reader has a water quirk & the two of you are in your early twenties. ♡

"'toshi,” you whispered, chest against his as the two of you currently hid from the group of villains. your two agencies had partnered up in attempt to take down a new gang of villains who were transporting drugs from the city to the waters, the two of you were partnered because of how the two of you excelled in your respective agencies, shinsou was sent to aid in your patrols of the waters ── which is why the two of you are currently hiding in a storage closet on a ship.

“shut up.” you don’t take it to heart, you’re sure he means it as nicely as possible - he just lacks a few pages in the ‘vocabulary’ department.

“we need to do something.” you tell him, trying your best to meet his gaze in the tight space (which was nearly impossible because he’s towering over you at the moment). he doesn’t reply, not at first at least, if you looked hard enough you would probably see the gears in his head turning.

“──stop talking, it’s distracting me.”

your mouth quickly shuts, fidgety hands are now at your side, you were starting to get antsy and there was practically little to no room to move around without being heard - or seen for that matter.

“they switch the guards every ten minutes, in the middle of the switch, we run.” the purple haired male explained, taking a peak at the time on his cellphone. the two of you had to endure this for three more minutes. just three more minutes and you would be free.

“three minutes,” you repeated, more to confirm this for yourself. you’re sure you wouldn’t last that long, after all, this was shinsou, the male you’ve had a crush on for quite some time now. how were you expected to last that long?

“──think of it like seven minutes of heaven.”

“we haven’t played that since── “

“yeah, yeah i know, but just think of it like that. don’t think about the closet, just the game.”

you nodded quickly, meeting his gaze as the two of you stood there in silence. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about kissing him. it seemed like the perfect moment - it was just the two of you. if it were the last day on earth, you at least wanted to go out with a bang. you know?

“let me get comfortable, you can do the same after.” you watched as he places either hands besides your head, slouching a bit against the wall so his back could have some sort of support. he nods to you, signaling for you to do the same.

it takes you a moment, the position shinsou is currently in causes your heart to skip just a few beats. were you disappointed in yourself for letting your mind drift.. elsewhere during a mission? for sure. did you care right now? absolutely not.

you cleared your throat, widening your stance and trying to balance the weight in between your legs to help ease some of the weight ── but there wasn’t really much you could do.

“two minutes.”

this had to be the longest three minutes of your life.

“i think i just tasted my own sweat.” he complained. it feels like he’s sweating in places he shouldn’t produce sweat in.

“i feel like a fish out of water,” you added.

“──gonna start passing out if i don’t throw you in the water soon?”

“says the one whose sweating to death.”

“and you’re dehydrated. guess we’re both shit out of luck aren’t we?”

“yeah, but, i think this isn’t the worst way to die.”

he takes another peak at his cellphone, noting that there’s a minute left before the two of you could finally get out of this damn storage closet. “you’ve got a minute to tell me anything worse than dying like this.”

in hindsight ── there’s a lot that could happen in a minute, that’s the only reason you said something to begin with. “alone, i could die in this closet, alone and then you know, it would be lonely.”

“are you serious?”

“oh come on! that’s pretty serious!”

“it ── it really isn’t,” he’s trying to laugh as quietly as possible and you playfully slapped him in his shoulder.

“okay, well, i wouldn’t want to die alone.”

“mhm, scaredy cat.” his smile is infectious and for a moment, he forgets that the two of you are stuck in a storage closet. maybe now would be the perfect time to kiss you, when it’s just the two of you, waiting to make your grand escape, when the two of your are just centimeters apart.

“now’s our chance,” he whispered, straightening himself to get out first just in case. he doesn’t want to act off of impulses. if he kisses you, he wants to make sure it’s because you want him too.

ii.

“good to see you when you’re not acting like a goldfish who just hopped out of it’s bowl.” the familiar voice teased from behind you, hands folded behind his head. if it were anyone else, you might have tripped them.

“──don’t you have to go buy hair dye now or something?”

“no that was after i made sure a fisherman didn’t take you on the way home.”

“is this what do you do on your spare time? think of jokes that revolve around my quirk?”

he rolls his shoulder lazily, leaning against the apartment railing across from your front door. “they come naturally, no extra thinking required.”

“and here i thought all the hair dye went to your brain.”

this wasn’t out of the norm for the two of you, he would make the first jab and then you would follow suit. sometimes, the bickering could go on for hours ── regardless of task at hand (like the time the two of you were trying to detain a villain and shinsou had told the woman you were a water sprite), it’s an old nickname of yours, he had given it to you back at the sports festival when you were kids. you had earned it when you had almost drown mineta because he wouldn’t stop making inappropriate jokes and you had brought the entire water fountain down on him.

as the two of you stood there in silence, you, had your back against your door, hands folded behind you while he stood parallel, arms against his chest he wonders: is this the time he kisses you goodnight?

“d’ya want to come inside? i have leftovers? we could pull an all nighter like we used to do back in the dorms?” there’s a hint of hopefulness in your eyes and he would feel like absolute shit if he declined the offer.

“only because you have food.”

he doesn’t kiss you goodnight then. and he doesn’t kiss you goodnight when you fall asleep on his shoulder after the second horror movie either. if you were anyone else, he would’ve left without a care in the world, but it’s you and you are different.

so he stays and tells himself that tomorrow will be a new day and tomorrow, he can try again.

iii.

“i don’t dance,” shinsou tells you as you so desperately tried to bring him onto the dance floor. it’s a hero’s gala, everyone from your respective classes at U.A. were here, pro heroes from all around the world and some of your old instructors as well ── these aren’t his thing, you know that. you remember his attitude during the first two hours of the third year’s ‘goodbye party’ - not much had changed. he’s taller, a bit more handsomer and smiles more often.

“you do tonight, come on.” while you had dragged him by one hand, the other desperately tried to loosen his tie because it feels like he’s suffocating.

“──you’ll be the death of me woman.” he’s mumbling under his breath, one hand resting in yours as the other found its place at your waist.

“because i asked you to dance? might i say this is on your list of horrible ways to die?” you teased, offering him that infectious smile that makes him go weak in his knees. he hates to admit the pull you have on him ── he might even go as far as saying you might have him wrapped around that finger of yours and you don’t even know it yet.

“if it’s by your hands i would say it’s a merciful death.”

“a merciful death? i’ll keep that in mind.”

“don’t test your luck,” you know he’s only messing with you ──

you’re to busy enjoying the moment to think of some witty comeback. it’s something about the way your hand seems to fit perfectly in his. or how the two of you are able to move in sync without any words spoken in between the two of you that’s driving you insane.

if you would’ve told your past self that you would be slow dancing with the hitoshi shinsou at a hero’s gala while the world around you disappeared you would’ve laughed at the idea. it would’ve seem silly to you ── stupid even. shinsou and you weren’t rivals like you and bakugou were, but, you had always found yourself trying to one up him.

yet here you were, swaying to the slow tune as you managed to snake your arms around his midsection and rest a head against his chest. maybe this was his chance: with the little distance in between the two of you, dim lighting and dressed to the nines. surely, this would be a good memory to relive later down the road wouldn’t it?

but he wanted to savor the moment. so he decides it against it ── despite the ache in his chest.

iv.

"we did it.” shinsou muses, an awkward hand offered in your direction for you to shake. it’s been six months but your agencies had finally shut down the smuggling operation and you could finally take the break you had so desperately needed. you weren’t sure what to do with the outstretched hand, but, you give in anyways, resting your hand in his as he gave it a firm shake.

“pleasure doing business with you.” you tell him, lips curving into a bittersweet smile. teasing, bickering and ‘playful’ sparring aside, you were going to miss him. you were used to patrolling and doing missions on your own but this was different.

“try not to end up on the other side of fishing hook, yeah?” it’s his way of telling you to be careful in shinsou’s teasing nature.

“make sure i’m the one to grant you the merciful death.” please be careful, is what you want to say. though you couldn’t bring yourself to say it aloud - if you did, it would only confirm that you care about the purple haired pro hero more than you should.

he shakes his head with a laugh, “you’re the only one who gets the satisfaction.”

“it better stay that way ‘toshi.”

he doesn’t know for certain if your agencies would cross paths again. your agency was closer to the waters and he was closer in the city, the chance that you would run into one another again would be slim to none.

he clears his throat for a moment, retreating his hand from yours and placing them at your waist instead. he’s pictured this a thousand times but now that he’s in the moment he couldn’t manage to find the right words. it’s frustrating, really.

“──hi.” you’re holding your breath in anticipation, was this another one of his games? was he going to kiss you? tell you a secret? use his capture weapon and tell you that he’s not letting you go until you admit something embarrassing?

he doesn’t care anymore. doesn’t care if it makes him look like a love sick idiot when he kisses you like it’s the last thing he’s about to do before he dies, he doesn’t care if anyone’s watching or for the wrinkles you’ll cause since you’ve got a fistful of his shirt in a desperate attempt to close whatever little distance the two of you had between you.

you pull away first causing him to pout (which was actually cute but you’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing that) but you do laugh.

“you know,” he muses, a hand reaching up to rub at the back of his neck sheepishly, a habit you hadn’t seen in years. “──i didn’t want to let you walk away without something to remember, my little water sprite.”

you rolled your eyes at the choice of nickname but were flattered nonetheless, your own arms finding their way around his neck, “who said i was walking away?”

#shinsou fluff #shinsou x reader #shinsou x you #shinsou x y/n #bnha imagine #bnha drabble #mha drabble #mha imagine #shinsou tbt.#( this is so lame bc i wrote this at 1:43 am while at work JHADKJHDA )#╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ 𝐉𝐀��𝐄 ┊ WRITINGS .

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jaekaicx · 3 years ago

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so ive had this idea for an amphibia fangame for a lil while now-

(LONG post)

its based around the idea that sometime after anne got sent back to earth, she decides to sneak out one night to visit sasha and marcys bedrooms and poke through their stuff. this causes a bunch of memories to come back to anne through flashbacks while she tries to process everything thats happened and her feelings abt their friendship.

i was thinking itd be mostly a visual novel type thing. maybe with a few small choices, but the story would be mostly linear. thered be around 3 main story beats: a prologue bit w/ anne sneaking out of her house, marcys bedroom, and sashas bedroom. also one of the main mechanics would be looking at one of their bedrooms and clicking on random objects of importance and triggering a flashback sequence.

it came from the idea that anne will probably try to just shove all her emotions down and try to ignore her feelings abt true colors and everything that went down then. especially with what we saw in the sneak peek, anne will probably try to hide her emotions and bottle them up, which is obviously not healthy. so eventually shes gonna have to work through her emptional baggage and try to process everything.

i havent thought through EVERYTHING just yet, just some more major plot points and maybe one or two ideas for flashbacks. nothing too solid yet. but heres a bit more detailed runthrough of the plot

summary - prologue

so it would start off with anne at home. she and her mom are talking outside annes room. her moms concerned abt how annes been handling everything that happened in amphibia but anne keeps brushing everything off. her mom tries to get her to open up, but she keeps dismissing her and eventually shuts herself in her room. after taking a bit to cool off and think anne decides that shes gonna take the night to just ride off her emotions and stop repressing them for once. she also makes an impulsive decision to sneak out and check out marcy and sashas rooms.

anne goes to gather her stuff in her room, and just as shes about to climb out the window, sprig walks in to check on her. hes still rly concerned abt his big sis but he knows he cant stop her. he tries to go with anne, but she tells him she needs to do this on her own. so, sprig lets her go and tries to cover for her while shes gone.

so at this point i’ll probably give the player the choice of whose house to visit first. it doesnt rly impact the story or whatever, but i guess it might have a small emotional impact depending on whose house u choose to go to first??

(quick note: after this bit, there arent too many specific details for the plot and stuff like that. its largely just an overall idea of how the plot is gonna go. and even then, there isnt much to it. i didnt think that far ahead yet, which is why there isnt as much refinement yet. so far i just have general ideas for how annes gonna get to the bedrooms, with a couple of vague flashback ideas. just keep that in mind; this whole thing is still being thought over and planned as im typing this out)

summary - sasha

with sasha, annes still rly conflicted abt how she feels abt her. of course shes still rly hurt by being backstabbed by her twice and swordfighting her as many times. but as much as she hates sasha she cant bring herself to fully give up on sash. she hates her guts but deep down shes still willing to give sash another chance.

there may or may not be a small sequence where anne has to sneak into sashas house, but eventually she works her way into sashas room. im not entirely sure abt the details of sashas house n her family yet. im probably gonna wait for info from s3 until i solidify anything, but for now i do know that sashas family has a big house n theyre probably rich.

so anne goes into sashas room and its been left pretty much untouched ever since annes birthday, save for the few times someone came in to dust things off. again, dont rly have all the details for sashas room, but it kind of has a vibe of controlled chaos, with organized clutter and a bit of a touch of a rebellious teen girl. one detail i do want to have is a calendar opened up to the month the trio disappeared, with annes birthday circled and highlighted so much that its impossible to miss.

the calendar itself might include a flashback. im thinking of also having a varsity jacket and some old stuffed animal be different “artifacts” that trigger their own memories. there’ll be a bunch more, but those are the only ideas i have so far fjsbndnd

summary - marcy

ok so i want to be rly mean about marcys segment: this is going off the theory that marcys parents moved away while the trio was in amphibia.

anne doesnt know this yet tho, so shes in for quite a surprise when she turns onto marcys street to find a realtor sign on the front lawn. the clues are all there: an empty driveway, sign on the lawn, an overall empty vibe coming from the house. but it doesnt completely register at first. its not til anne actually comes up close does she notice the sign.

anne tries to deny it, and decides to prove to herself that “no marcys parents wouldnt do this. theyre not that cruel. im just gonna check marcys room myself.” the front doors locked, so she just goes over to marcys window and climbs in.

but its completely empty.

ok not totally empty, but a lot of marcys furniture and stuff is gone, except for a few stray toys and other “junk.” the home guys (idk what theyre called????) are still kind of in the process of cleaning everything out, so theres still some stuff left here and there around the house. but its still way too empty. and its yet another gut punch for anne.

anne searches the rest of the house a bit more, hoping that shes just hallucinating. but no, marcys parents are really gone. she tried to deny it before, but now she has more of an idea of how shitty the wu parents are. so anne decides to just mope around in marcys old room, checking out the stuff their parents left behind.

maybe she finds an old blanket marcy liked when he was rly young. or an old rubiks cube from marcys vast collection. a cnc figurine, some cards, a pride flag, and old diary? a couple of other old toys, an old report card or two, or maybe even some stray clothes. whatever anne finds, its all thats left of marcy, at least in LA.

it really doesnt leave anne in that much of a better emotional position. she already felt conflicted enough about what happened in true colors and what she found out abt marcy. but seeing even a small glimpse of what marcy was dealing with, it just makes her more confused. marcy was such a sweet kid! theres no way they couldve done anything wrong. yet here anne was, betrayed by both of her childhood friends.

only now is anne really taking the time to process the fact that marcy essentially kidnapped her and sasha with the calamity box. he didnt mean to do it, and theres no way they couldve known the box would actually work, but it doesnt completely excuse marcy. his actions still hurt anne and sash, and while they meant the best of intentions, it didnt rly come through that way.

and now marcy was dead. stabbed in the back by the newt king.

and now annes curled up in an empty bedroom, wrapped up in one of marcys old blankets, trying to wrap her head around her feelings about marcy while reminiscing in the past.

summary - extras/epilogue??

i kind of like the idea that anne ends up drifting off in which ever bedroom ended up being the second one she visited. she slowly comes back to consciousness, with her surroundings feeling somewhat familiar, only to wake up in horror bc “OH SHIT I FORGOT TO GO BACK HOME” im not completely sold on the idea tho bc it feels a bit abrupt and like too much of a tone shift?? idk it doesnt feel exactly right

but anyways, im also playing around with the idea of a small epilogue scene with the calamity trio hanging out in annes room, a good amount of time after amphibia ended. dont know what theyre doing in there, but theyre just chilling and feeling a bit nostalgic i guess.

but uh yeah thats pretty much what ive got for the overall idea. it doesnt feel too out of reach, but somethjng like this would definitely be ambitious. i could mayyyybe handle writing out the vn and drawing the character sprites, but i have no idea how to code a vn or draw detailed backgrounds, both of which would be pretty important to this fangame fjsndj. so i might consider having help with this.

THIS ISNT ANY SORT OF PROMISE OR WHATEVER. id rly love to follow through and make this fangame a thing, but im not making any guarantees. i have no idea if i’ll actually follow through, but i would definitely love to.

who knows. maybe in like a couple years this might actually become a thing. but for now i have no idea

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neopuff · 4 years ago

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hello, i hope you're having a good day!! i was wondering, do you have any tips for making amvs? like, what programmes you use, how you handle the timing, etc. thank you for all the fun edits you make!!

hi!! sorry for the delay in answering this, i just wanted to take the time to answer it thoroughly and i kept forgetting lol & thank you! i already typed this once and tumblr made it disappear so i apologize if anything i say comes out short ‘cause i’m just trying to remember all that i typed before lol

ok so ill just go through my general editing process in Vegas, i dont know any other program well enough to talk about it at length:

(disclaimer: this is just how i do it, i dont watch tutorials and my editing friends and i don’t watch each other edit often so i would assume that my way is very different from other ways you’ve probably seen! i might even do something in a very stupidly hard way, please feel free to tell me if theres an easier way to do anything lol)

1. Song: So skipping past the “choosing song and ship/character/show” theme, I’ll dive straight into CUTTING THE SONG! I’m not about that Editing The Entire Song life, and neither is most of the editing community anymore, so I cut it up into a shorter thing that I’m better equipped to edit to. I’m just using a random example but here I’ve taken this long ass song and turned it into this:

(the next step just kind of depends on my mood, or ill do both, doesnt matter)

2-A. Subclips: if im making a shorter video or a video where i’m not 100% super familiar with the footage, i will immediately start making subclips using the episodes ive already pulled into the project. if it’s a ship/character that i’ve edited before, i’ll just go to Import->Media from Project and import the subclips i made previously. either way, subclips are there!

2-B. Sheets: for ships that i know very well/have a lot of footage/im concerned about potentially repeating something, i will go to Google Sheets/Excel and take the lyrics im editing to and put them in column A, separating by pauses in the singing. then i put corresponding footage i think will go well in column B! im often not super specific because i know the beats are gonna be different than i remember, so i usually stick to referencing whole scenes instead of specifics moments. here’s an example:

3. Clip placement: Then I start placing clips down! Below is how I organize my timeline tho I know a lot of editors who put the music on top, this is just how I like it. I also keep a single muted audio layer in between for the video footage’s audio and then I’ll delete that layer when I’m done (or sometimes I don’t, it doesn’t really matter)

I think it’s good to hit the beats as much as possible, it makes for a more dynamic audio-visual experience! In general I try to make my videos so that, if I didn’t add any zooms or typography or coloring, it would still be a good amv. And don’t limit yourself to just one layer, you can have as many layers as you’d like and put clips on top of each other (cookie cutter/changing the layer to dodge or add or screen or whatever) is a good way to mix things up

when I zoom in you can see I’ve got some variety already in my transitions, I know I use that motion-blur-zoom a lot these days but I still try to mix it up and keep my brain invested

4. Typography: After all the clips have been placed (or most of the clips, ofc sometimes I’ll want to add more later) I move on to typography! I’m lazy so the first thing I’ll do it just put down unedited text where I think I’ll want it to go. It just helps me organize myself. Then I’ll pretty up the text afterwards.

Typography isn’t necessary for a good AMV, but really nice typography can really spruce things up. I’ve only very recently gotten confident in my text editing skills, and I just kept watching typography done by editors I really like until I figured out what they were doing. My recommendation is to just KEEP ADDING EFFECTS! Convolution kernel, gaussian blur, mask the text so it appears from angles that the transitions wouldn’t be able to do - of course there’s gotta be a limit for taste, but just add stuff until you like how it looks. Also changing the blending style of the text layer is good, dodge and difference are my go-tos for typography layers.

5. Transitions: I don’t go crazy with transitions, but it’s fun to mess around with them. You don’t want too many crazy/different transitions, you want them to match the mood of the song and the type of beat you’re hitting. I usually ensure that all similar beats in the song have the same transition type on them, bbbbbbut that’s cuz I’m overly obsessed with parallel structure. There’s plenty of fantastic AMVs where they just go ham and do whatever types of transitions they want to in each part of the song and they make it work just fine

(next step, once again, kind of depends on my mood lol)

6-A. Zooms: Time for zooms! I usually just use the pan/crop for zooming, but often I’ll incorporate Sapphire FX BlurMoCurves or NewBlue AutoPan, especially if I’m trying to zoom typography with the footage at the same rate. I try to keep my zooms short and slower, I mean obv it just depends on the song but yeah. There’s a lot of different ways to do zooms so I recommend experimenting and just playing around with different effects

6-B. Zooms...but different: Another way that I’ll do zooms which is definitely pretty different (but this is what I do for crossovers like 95% of the time because I am laaaaaaaaaaazy) is I’ll drag the project into a new project timeline and start editing it there. It’s similar to how After Effects works and it makes it easier to put effects overtop of multiple layers without having to pre-render anything.

So you can see I’ve just pulled in the .VEG file and popped it in the timeline! So this way I can add zooms and transitions without worrying about layers. And if I see a mistake I need to fix, I can just go back into the original .VEG file and edit it, and it’ll be edited when I come back here. So it’s much easier than pre-rendering or trying to do zooms on a lot of layers. To be clear tho, this doesn’t work well if you have a lot of fade transitions, it’s best for sharp transitions and it’s great when you’re using Sapphire FX BlurMoCurves a lot.

7. Overlays: After that I’ll add more typography (or if you didn’t add any earlier, you can add some here overtop of the new project file) that kind of goes on top of everything. And then I’ll add any overlays or objects or whatever else I wanna add! I’m not someone who uses a lot of backgrounds cuz I don’t have a background-creative-brain so I stick to simple overlays at the most.

8. Coloring!!! This is very sad but I only JUST learned a few weeks ago that you can add coloring/effects to your entire video with this button here, so in case anyone else hates watching tutorials as much as I do here’s where I’m talking about:

This shit would’ve made my life so much easier throughout the years lol But alas. Anyway so for coloring there are some effects that are popular for any colorings you’ll find on YT (but you can certainly just download some, Riverdale editors in particular share a lot of really great colorings but you’ll find them anywhere in the live action editing community):

Channel Blend, Color Curves, Color Blend, Color Balance, Convolution Kernel (best for live action footage or footage that isnt very crisp), Color Corrector Secondary

These are all just fun to mess with. Channel Blend in particular is something of a mystery for me, I haven’t studied it fully to understand what I’m doing so I mostly just mess with it randomly until I like what I see lol

9. Render time! First render, anyway. Usually there’ll be some random problem in the footage or something and I’ll have to either go back into the project and fix it OR if I’m feeling particularly sour (or maybe if I’ve rendered like 3-4 times already) I will just take the finished render and manually remove any errors, stretching out the good footage to cover my tracks. You’d be surprised how often I end up doing that lol

And then it’s good to post! I primarily render as .WMV but I also go for .MP4s every once in a while. If I want to upload it to Twitter I’ll do an .MP4 but it’s a new thing for me so I’m still stuck on .WMV mostly.

Anyway I hope this answered your question at least a little bit, I can go into more detail about certain parts of this if you’d like!

#anon asks #carro answers #sony vegas #magix vegas #editing #long post

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bmpmp3 · 5 years ago

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SPEAKING of dreams I mentioned this a lil bit ago but a month ago I had a dream about the DS game Princess Debut and i haven't stopped thinking about it since and Im gonna talk about it 'cause I thought the plot was NUTS and you know how I love wild plots

So like y'know how Princess Debut's method of dealing with plot questions is to just kinda go "don't worry about it" and throw some rabbit fairies at you before you can ask anything else? God that's so valid....anyway yeah that's super valid and the game does not need to explain its world or any implications since it's a fun and cute rhythm game with lots of bunnies but I do often think about how like.... Green eyed Sabrina (Princess) and brown eyed Sabrina (Player) just.....switch ...like forever, like they just swap places leaving their old lives behind and it's whatever....and honestly? Princess just abandoned ship when someone told her she had to learn to dance and like...valid

But anyway this dream was neat 'cause it was set like 10-20 years in the future after Princess and Player swap dimensions and go about their lives, it was set through the eyes of Princess whos been living her best life in our world, she got like an office job, currently single but that isn't that much of a big deal, she has pet rabbits, girl is THRIVING but sometimes she does think about her old home so she decides to check in on the princess dimension?? Its been a while since ive played the beginning of the game but I don't remember if they established if the portal between dimensions was like a one time thing or if they could go through whenever they want but I'm assuming they didn't talk about it at all so for the purposes of the dream it was assumed u can go through whenever u want lol

So Princess goes through to her old dimension to visit Player and see what's been happening in the past like 15 years but when she arrives the kingdoms kinda a mess 'cause no one knows what's going on with the royal family like no one's seen the queen (Player) make a public appearance in like five years, the king spends all his time in the basement of the castle, their kids are off living far off alone in the country being raised by relatives, and the country seems to be run by some sketchy lady who's the current advisor for the king so Princess is like bro what's been going ON since I left

She can't really go directly in the castle or the town tho cause I mean.....she did swap with another identical girl years ago and that would be a lil hard to explain so she's gotta find Kip now since he's the only person she could talk to easy enough and find out what's happening shdgshs

The king had black hair so I'm assuming in the timeline of the dream the Player got together with Luciano and they had like 3 kids and they had a pretty good time living a happy life for a while and kip was with them like he's the shitty uncle so right now kip is with the kids in the country so that's where Princess goes

When she gets there she reunites with Kip and finds out that there's huge and complex tunnel systems beneath the entire kingdom which it's existence is hidden from the public and most of the royal family and the Player vanished under there like five years ago Mysteriously and adult Luciano (he had a moustache..) low-key lost his mind a bit over that, sent his kids away to protect them and threw himself into research about these weird caves that no one knows about and no one's explored

Since this was a dream and y'know how dreams are weird Princess did end up having to do like....sidequests....like super video gamey sidequests with like waypoints and shit for the kids (one middle child son and two daughters, one older and one younger) to learn about their home life leading up to before the disappearance like this is a detective game dhvdhsb

Princess did try exploring the caves at one point!! Only a lil with like a string so she doesn't get lost forever but she finds like an entire ass abandoned carnival down there on one cave which is funky

A lil later despite Princess's efforts to stay hidden Luciano does see her at one point which does kinda break this dudes head a lil further 'cause a green eyed woman almost identical to his missing wife just showed up........that's some Wild Shit

I woke up before anything was resolved!!! Like most of my dreams!!!!! But I still think it had some neat concepts and setpieces and the plot was kinda cool and weird, I drew some doodles of it hold up I'll post some of those tomorrow~ I just like to talk about dreams, especially when I have dreams that are sequels to things, I'm sorry qwq

#dream journal #long post #gomen ill add a readmore tomorrow im on mobile right now #anyway im gonna sleep now cause im starting a new job tomorrow and im excited!!!#im gonna be working with video cameras and their memoru cards mostly and im HYPED

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blondecarfucker · 6 years ago

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Bed of Roses (Last Chapter - 21)

Roger Taylor x Reader

BoRhap!Roger Taylor x Reader

Fic Summary: It's 1971. You just moved to London to study, and you find a band on a local pub after a bad date. The encounter doesn’t go the way you expect it, and neither does what follows this evening as you try to deal with loving Roger Taylor.

Fic Note: So I’ve had this story in my head for the last three weeks and finally decided to write it down. It’s completely planned. It will have 21 chapters and it’s divided in three acts: Dusk, Night and Dawn. It’s will be a bit angsty in the future, and it will most likely have some smut as well. I hope you guys enjoy it! Tell me what you think about it in the asks/comments/messages. If this is your first time stumbling upon Bed of Roses, thank you for stopping by! The rest of the story is in my masterlist, the link is in my bio - can't put the link here or else the post will disappear from the tags.

Chapter's notes: THE LAST CHAPTER. I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE. i feel like before i start my thank yous i could give you some weird trivia on the story. i wrote the entire outline for the fic at a weekend shift at work, where i always have free time. i had some smaller ideas - them meeting at a bar and not seeing again, the whole kensingon-taxi-class thing from the beginning - but there was a sudden burst of inspiration and in like twenty minutes the outline was done, and very little has changed, i mostly just added some more details. also, i imagine the reader as alicia silverstone in the 90s?? idk. i just do. also, the reader thing with new york comes from the fact that i lived there for a while and i miss it so much, so thats why theres so much detail about places and stuff - its my form of revisiting my favourite spots there. also, will (REMEMBER WHEN) was written with sebastian stan in mind, and liv tyler (in her lord of the rings days) was poppy. i did too much research for this fic on queen history, and everytime i had to change something (especially in the first act) so the dates made more sense, it KILLED ME.

anyway, now the thank yous: SHIT THIS FIC IS SUCH AN IMPORTANT CHAPTER ON MY LIFE. its my first time writing such a long story without abandoning it, and my first time writing fiction in english, so i learned so much!! i was doing some research the other day, and the great gatsby is like 47k words long, and the first harry potter is around 70k words long - bed of roses is around 60k words long. this is crazy.

it's also my first story to get this many readers interacting with me, and i'm so grateful for you all!! i thought about thanking you all by name, but i dont want anyone to feel left out so i just want every and each one of you reading these words to know: if you read my story, thank you. thank you for giving me your time of the day, thank you for connecting with what i wrote, thank you for telling me in any way possible that you've enjoyed it. thank you. a writer must write, but theres not a lot of joy in talking to an empty room. you filled my small room with warmth and love and there's not enough words to express my gratitude for you all. thank you.

about my writing: i plan on FINALLY DOING THE MANY REQUESTS I HAVE IGNORED OVER THIS FINAL ACT OF BED OF ROSES - requests are still open, too! i'm also outlining a smaller roger x reader fic where she's one of the videographers on the news of the world documentary, so keep an eye out for that! i'm gonna open a permanent taglist for the requests (and eventual new fic), so if you want to be added, hit me up in the ask box/comments/inbox!

anyway i'll finally wrap up this chapter's note cause you have the final chapter to read. enjoy my loves

Words: nearly 4k

Warnings: none??? part of their dialogue is inspired by some of my favourite movies and books like her and the wife and almost famous and before sunrise and the fault in our stars and eternal sunshine of the spotless mind and maybe more I DONT KNOW ITS BEEN AN EMOTIONAL RIDE OK I CANT EVEN REMEMBER WHERE DID I PULL THIS FROM EXACTLY. some errors too cause i didnt revise it completely my bad im crying ok

ACT 3 - DAWN

"It's the moment night time seems weaker and everything seems easier to figure out"

Chapter 21

Roger lit a cigarette in the train cabin, and tried to open the top window, the one you can usually pull open.

"Rog, it's not gonna open, you know", you told him as you watched him fiddling with the glass.

"I guess you're right. Hope you won't be bothered by the smoke", he said, taking a puff.

"I won't if you share it with me", you answered, and with a half smile on his lips, Roger lifted the cigarette to your lips, and you breathed in the smoke while looking at him through your lashes.

"Don't look at me like that. Especially if the cigarette smoke is going to leave the cabin sultry and hot", he told you, and you laughed.

"Yeah, and we won't do anything about it", you said, trying to make yourself more comfortable in your seat.

"And why is that?", he asked, batting his lashes innocently at you, you you lightly elbowed his ribs.

"We need to do something else, something we've been ignoring the whole trip", you said, and he raised his brow. "We need to talk about us", you told him, and he breathed out, smoke coming out of his nose.

"I guess you're right again", he said, then slid a bit down on his seat.

You didn't think much about talking about your future with Roger while in Paris, so now has to be the time, on a train that will take you to London and to a whole month of Roger being away, promoting News Of The World.

While in Paris, you never talked to Roger about the future, and talks of the past where subtle - you talked about how you felt with the development Doctor Who took over the years, but didn't think much about the fact that you were separate during years of the show.

You enjoyed the city, but most of all, you enjoyed each other's presence, not only going to museums, churches and castles around you, following them up with fancy dinners and walks along the Seine, but you also spent time inside the room, in your pajamas, ordering take out from restaurants you found on the phone book, having a hard time trying to speak french as Roger tickled the sole of your feet and kept trying to distract you.

You would always remember the peace you felt as you ate cheap chinese food on Roger's shirt on the balcony at night, the Eiffel Tower shining over your meal and Roger's electric blue eyes as he hummed early David Bowie's songs under his breath, or how at home you felt sitting on the couch, Roger on the floor with his head on your lap, his soft strands on your fingers as you tried to braid them while watching re-runs of I Dream of Jenie, Roger focused, trying to understand the french dubbing until he noticed what you were doing.

"Babe, are you trying to braid my hair? Think I'd look better if I'd look more girly?", he said, moving his head back so he can look at you.

"Yeah. Always thought so, but I'll have to keep imagining, since your hair is too short to braid", you pouted, and he laughed.

"Don't you like my new hair, then?", he asked, pouting back, and you moved your head to his level so you could press a quick kiss to his lips.

"I love it, Rog. Especially cause since it's shorter, it looks even messier after I pull it", you said, and he smirked. "My favourite look of yours is when you're all dishevelled after sex", you winked, teasing him.

"That's my favourite, too", he said, turning completely around and pulling you in for a kiss, his hand on the back of your neck.

But now, while in the smoke filled train cabin, you needed to make a few things clear.

"I've been avoiding this for a reason", he said, looking out the window, and you raised your brow, waiting for him to explain. "I have this weird, innate fear of you telling me it's all good but you don't want to see me again, or something", he said, and you gave him a half smile.

"I don't want to do this, Rog. And I won't do it", you told him, and he sighed in relief.

"Even though loving you is a bit complicated, I'll admit. Especially if you're me", you shrugged, and he turned to you, confused.

"Let me explain. I loved your idea for a bed of roses, a few days ago, cause it can exemplify our relationship so well. The roses feel so good against the skin, the smell is so intoxicating, it looks so beautiful - maybe too beautiful, ethereal, even. But then there's always a few thorns here and there, and they hurt so much when they lodge themselves on my skin, but I'm so intoxicated by the whole experience that I don't mind - I convince myself that it's nothing, and even that it's already part of me already, cause the thorns fit so perfectly on me, on my little stabs made by myself, by my own insecurities", you say, and he stares at you.

"What I'm trying to say is that every minute that I'm with you always distract me from the issues that come with being with you - the fact that there's a few expectations that come with being your serious girlfriend, be them always travelling with you while we're young, or eventually staying home once we have kids, knowing that you'll eventually cheat on me with a younger version of myself, while I'm too tired of taking care of the babies to even think about my sexual needs", you said, and you watched him frown.

"I'm not sure where you're going with this-", he started saying, but you cut him off.

"Let me finish, I promise it will get better", you said, fixing your posture as you start again. "But the thing is, I love you. I always have, ever since I started talking to you, you always trying to outflirt me, always seeing me as your equal. You desire me, but you also listen and see me as another human being, you never back down or ignore me if I challenge one of your beliefs, and you never treat me as a trophy-wife-to-be", you say, and you can feel your eyes fill with tears, but you're smiling. That's what you always loved about Roger. He smiled back at you.

"And because I love you, I don't want to deny myself the pleasure of being with you. I'd rather be in a bed of roses than in an empty bed - or worse, a blank bed, someone being there just so it's less cold at night. I want to be with you, Rog", you say, and he pulls you in for a hug, and you hold him back for a few moments before pulling away and looking at him in the eye.

"But also because I love you and I want to be with you, Rog, I don't want us to try to fit into this type of relationship I just mentioned. I don't want you to make me the other woman, either, when you eventually find someone so you can settle down, if it's not me" you said, rubbing your nose. "I guess I want to settle down with you, eventually, as we planned before, but this whole thing - living together and cheating if we're away for too long - it kills me, and I think it kills you, too. I respect you too much to want to cheat on you again, cause if I ever do and you never find out, I'll lose respect for you, and the same thing will happen if you cheat on me and I don't find out. And these are ugly truths, but this isn't our first time together; we know each other, we need to think about this", you told him, and he nodded.

"And I need to make it clear that I'll never be a simple rockstar housewife - I'll never be able to quit my job and look out for the kids while you travel the world and I make them lunch. I'll never be able to sit down on a dinner table on some award show with you and when someone asks me what I'll do, I'll smile as I say I'm a king-maker. I'm not", you said, firmly.

"And I'll never be satisfied with dumb spa and shopping trips as you do the actual work when we travel. If I have to live this life, I'll resent you, and I don't want that. I like being domestic with you, but this type of forced domesticity will poison us again - we're both too wild, too career-focused, for this. We've always been similar", you said, and he gave you a smile as you sighed. "I guess that's all I have to say", you shrugged, and he laughed. "Not much, right?", he said, running his fingers on his hair, pulling the strands back.

"Guess it's my turn now", he said, and you nodded, encouraging him. "When I saw you again, at the pub, there was so much that I wanted to say. I mostly wanted to apologize - it got lost as I got infatuated with you again, and tried to get you in bed - you know, usual stuff", he winked, and you laughed.

"But yeah, I kept looking at you while you updated me on your life, your skin glooming under the stars and the moonlight, and I couldn't stop thinking about all the things I wanted to apologize to you for. All the pain we caused each other. Everything I put on you. Everything I needed you to be or needed you to say. Cause no matter what - even if you had decided on never seeing me again after all this - I'll always love you, because we grew up together. And you helped make me who I am", he said, moving strands of your hair behind your ear.

"I just want you to know that there will always be a piece of you in me, always. Whatever someone you become, wherever you are in the world, however this" he said, pointing his finger to the two of us "works out, in whatever form it might take", he said, sighing "I'll always send you love. Before being anything else to me - and I hope to God you're always something more - you'll always be my friend, to the end", he told you, and the tears were already streaming down your cheeks. His cheeks soon mirrored yours.

"And now, after you so eloquently told me all your fears about our future, I need you to know something else, too", he said, as you wiped the tears under your eyes. "I always loved you for being the way you are. You always challenge me, you always make me work harder, try harder, to be better. And it's not even something you force me to do; I just follow your lead. The way you look was what first got into me, I won't lie, but the way you are is what made me stay. It's what will always make me stay", he said, a genuine smile on his lips. He made you feel warm, like the sun.

"You're the smartest person I know, you're funny, you enjoy sex, you're unapologetic, you're proud of who you are, even proud of your insecurities. And you have such a huge importance in my life: you made me who I am. Whatever way you want to make us work, I trust you. I just want to be with you, in whatever form it takes", he said, smiling, and then getting up and opening his bag.

"I forgot to give you something", he said, pulling a string out of the front pocket. You recognized the red glimmer. It was the heart necklace. "It's still yours to keep. Even though it's not in its original glory, it will always be yours. The necklace and my heart", he said, and you couldn't help but smile at him.

"Always so cheesy, Taylor", you said, joking as you moved your hair to the side so he could put the necklace on.

"You always loved it", he winked, and you laughed. "I do", you said, smiling.

"So, what does it all mean? Where are we?", you asked, and he shrugged. "Wherever you want us to be. I just hope that you keep me around", he told you sincerely.

"I will. So, we're not going back to our old ways, right? We're not back at sharing a flat and stuff", you said, and he nodded. "Sure".

"And you're going to spend a month away, all around the world. I don't want you to feel pressured not to cheat", you said, and he nodded again.

"Yeah, and you're back in London, starting a new job. I don't want you to be worried, too", he said.

"So, maybe no exclusivity, this time? At least not now. This is still debatable, in the future", you said, and he agreed.

"Makes sense. But I'll have a hard time desiring anyone but you", Roger said in a low voice, and you laughed to break any mood that might have settled. You needed to get things clear before making out in the train cabin.

"Me too, Rog. But I don't want to create any expectations of loyalty because we know each other too well, and I don't want a stupid fight to break this thing we're building together", you said.

"It's a good idea. So, no titles, too? I can't call you my girlfriend?", he said, and you laughed.

"You can, if you want to", you told him, and he pulled you closer to him.

"Good, cause I want to call you that on the News of the World launch party, that I'm hoping you'll go as my date", he said, pressing a kiss on top of your head, breathing in your fruity smell.

"Of course I'll go. I need to see the boys again", you told him, and he laughed.

"So you're not going for me, then?", he pouted, and you laughed again.

"No, I'm just going so I can meet Deacy's kid", you told him, and it was his turn to laugh.

Once you got to London, Roger offered to go to the airport alone - he had to get on his flight, and he was late. He knew you had to go home and get ready for work tomorrow, but you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.

He looked relieved when you got on a cab with him to Heathrow.

"Big day tomorrow, huh", he said, rubbing your arm.

"Yeah, I still can't believe I'm finally going to work at the British Museum. It's so surreal, it feels like a dream. Like I'm living someone else's life", you said, looking out at the window, the early sunday morning reminding you of fresh starts - you were in the middle of one.

"Well, it's your life, and it's your job, cause you deserve it, babe. I never met someone who worked so hard to get where they want", Roger said, smiling, proud.

"I did. You and the boys", you said, and he huffed. "Guess you're right. Me and that pack of idiots, we turned out okay", he joked.

Once you got to the airport, you followed him to his gate.

You were feeling nervous - you had him for a week, and now it's time to say goodbye again.

You're both aware that the rest of the band is already waiting impatiently in the jet, but you can't help it - you hug him, dropping your luggage on the floor, and he does the same, the hug soon turning into a kiss as you rub your hands on each other's body, as if you're trying to remember how every inch of the other feels like, as if you're both about to disappear.

But the airport worker clears her throat, and you break the kiss, looking at each other longingly.

"Don't say goodbye", you beg Roger, putting your hand on his lips as he opens his mouth.

"See you soon", he says between your fingers. You smile at him, grateful he found a way with words so you're not repeating the same old goodbyes.

"See you soon, Roger", you say, hugging him again for a few seconds, just trying to capture every detail - his smell, the feeling of his arms around you, his body against yours.

And once he has to go into the jet, you go to the glass wall, and you can swear you see some familiar faces from the windows of the jet.

But before you can focus, soon Roger's well known face takes over the window you're watching, and he puts a hand on the glass.

You can't help but think about the last time you did that with him, him being on your place as you were inside the plane, moving to another country, your heart weighing down on you, filled with doubts.

But now your heart warmed you up, filled with joy and love, and you could feel Roger's crystal heart on top of your chest. He was right. There would be always a piece of him on you, too.

Epilogue: News of the World Launch Party

"Y/N! You're back!" Brian's voice welcomed you to the ballroom.

You squeezed Roger's hand - it was the first time you saw the band in years, and you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about it.

"Darling, you're really back! We thought Roger was getting high too often and hallucinated a week in Paris with you. But I guess you did come back to him", Freddie said, hugging you by the side as he held a glass of champagne on his other hand.

"I'm back with him only so I can see you all again, of course", you said, winking at Roger as he pretended to be offended.

But then you heard Deacy and Veronica scream your name in unison, and you turned to see them.

"So you're really back!!" Deacy said, but your eyes were on the baby boy on his lap.

"This is the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life.", you said, trying to get his attention. Roger looked at you, adoringly, as you moved your eyes to Veronica.

"Ronnie!! You're so big!" you said, trying to hug her through her belly. "It's coming out in a few months! It's a boy, Michael. Someone our young Rob can play with", she said, and Roger frowned.

"I could swear it was a girl", he said, and John smiled. "Maybe next time", he said.

"Hey, Bob. Do you want to play with me? C'mon", you said, and he motioned to go to your arms. You picked him up as he started playing with your hair.

"You'd be a good mom, Y/N", Veronica said, and you got tense. "God, Ronnie, don't even joke about this", you said, and Roger chuckled. "It's a sensitive topic at the moment", he explained.

"The moment will take quite some time, you know", you told him, the youngest Deacon pulling your earring before playing with the crystal heart on your neck.

You talked to the boys and Veronica for a while, updating each other, but no one brought up how you and Roger got back together. It just felt natural - no need to question.

You stayed with Roger for the whole night - behind the cameras as he did press, by his side during dinner - where he was back at his old ways, teasing you lightly with his hand under the table. You felt good in his arms, getting back into his life.

He was interested in getting back into your life, too. He came back to London last night, and went straight to dinner with you. You were trying different food, and now was time to try Indian food.

As he ate his Chicken Tikka Masala, dipping the naan in the sauce, you invited him for a party your bosses would be throwing next month to celebrate a new exhibit.

He gave you a bright smile. "I'd love to be your date, my love", he said.

And after the Deacons went home - Robert was asleep on his father's lap - the party got louder, the dance floor more full. You could swear you saw an angular face that could only belong to Bowie pick someone to dance - was this Princess Leia? - but before you could process the whole situation, Roger pulled you to dance.

"Thought you didn't dance, Mr Taylor", you told him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tried to slow dance to All The Young Dudes, by Mott The Hoople.

"I don't dance very well, indeed. But it's just an excuse to be so close to you in public, and God, I'm dying to call you Ms Taylor", he said, and you chuckled.

"Take it slower, Rog", you told him, and he leaned in to rest his head on the curve of your neck. "And why do you want to be close to me in public? Is it still one of your weird fetishes?", you joked, and you felt him laugh against your skin.

"No, it's just that you've been killing me with this dress of yours, and you've been killing a lot of the guys here, too. Could swear I saw Bowie checking you out", he told you, and you gasped.

"Taylor, don't even joke about this. I'd have a heart attack", you said, and he laughed. "You'd leave me here for Bowie, is that it?", he asked, and you laughed.

"Of course not. I just have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that he might acknowledge my existence", you said, and it was his turn to laugh. "The only eyes I really like to feel on me when I look away are yours, Rog", you said, and he gave you a quick kiss.

"Okay, had enough of trying to dance. Let's get some fresh air", he told you, and you followed him to the balcony.

As the cold, fresh air brushed against your exposed skin, you heard the first notes to Tiny Dancer, by Elton John. You walked to the balcony, leaning in and taking in the view of London at night.

Roger soon took you into his arms, hugging you from behind, and you felt safe, his body heart making you warm in the cold evening as he jokingly whispered "Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man" into your ear, and you scoffed. "Slower, Taylor", you told him, and he laughed.

"However you want it, babe", he said, now paying attention to the view, focusing on the feeling on you in his arms again. Finally.

But oh how it feels so real

Lying here with no one near

Only you and you can hear me

When I say softly, slowly

"I could die right now, Y/N. I'm just... happy. I've never felt this type of happiness before. I'm just exactly where I want to be", Roger said in his husky voice, and you nodded lightly in agreement.

Because in Roger's arms, you feel home. You feel what you hoped to feel for years - what got you to move to London in the first place. You feel like you belong.

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maple-writes · 5 years ago

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I didn’t think I would be done this chapter so soon, but here we are! A bit of a continuation of the last chapter, You can also read this on Wattpad!

Lucky for us, Cirrus was already awake when the nurse showed us to his hospital bed. He looked up as she drew back the curtain, then a small smile found its way onto his face as we slipped through. My heart sunk. His face was pale, hair dried in unusual angles from the rain, and almost the whole of his torso was wrapped in snug white bandages. An IV line connected to the back of his hand dripped steadily with something clear and colorless.

“Hey,” Cirrus murmured, softer than usual. “You made it.”

I stared beside the head of his bed. “I made it?” I grasped for words, confusion throwing everything out of wack. “Cirrus you were the one who got hurt!”

He blinked, then squinted up at me. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Cirrus yawned. “What time is it?”

Striker checked his watch first. “About 7:45 AM.” He slid his coffee-free hand into his pocket. “How’re you doing?”

Cirrus shrugged, then winced. “I don’t know.” He sighed, the smile vanishing from his face. “Someone said it’ll probably scar.”

Of course it was going to scar. I took a long sip of the still-hot coffee, trying my best not to make a face as it scalded the back of my throat. It had looked like a massive burn. There hadn’t been a question of if it would scar, but to what extent.

I rested my chin against the smooth plastic cup lid. It was a miracle he was even alive after pissing off Vena. Most weren’t so lucky to be able to walk away, at least not that I knew of.

“So, what actually happened to you?” Kyra rounded the other side of the bed, leaning in curiously.

Cirrus blinked, as if confused until he seemed to recognize her. “Oh, right.” He glanced at me. “Well, it was the full moon last night—”

Kyra laughed. “Trust me, I’m well aware of that.”

Striker chuckled to himself, a grin tugging at his tired face. When Kyra looked up to return his smile, he quickly turned his eyes back to Cirrus.

“Do you want to know or not?” Cirrus grumbled until Kyra nodded. “Fine. Well it was a full moon so I went to the beach and Asher came too.”

Kyra frowned. “I’m not sure I follow.”

Cirrus rolled his eyes. “My mother commands the tides.”

I couldn’t help but snort into my now half empty coffee. He must have been feeling at least a little better than I’d thought if he had the energy to be as short as usual.

“Anyway,” Cirrus gave an overdramatic sigh. “I was in the water and Asher was on the beach and I heard something and saw Asher having a problem with a demon so I fought it off for him.” He shrugged. “Yeah.”

I cleared my throat. “That was my father.”

Cirrus furrowed his eyebrows like he was trying to think of something to say, but he stayed quiet. I’d told him before that my father was a demon, and I think I even mentioned how powerful he was too, but I doubted he’d thought to apply that towards what happened last night. He probably thought it was just some random demon looking to cause some mayhem in the middle of the night.

“Cirrus,” Striker’s voice was low, warning. “Do you know how lucky you are to even be alive right now?” He paused as Cirrus turned his head towards my brother. “Vena’s dangerous.”

I nodded. “He’s corporeal, but he can also possess the living.” I swallowed. “I think he tried to possess you, actually.”

Cirrus grinned, leaning his head back. “He didn’t know I’m a dragon. Even demon’s can’t compete with a dragon’s soul, especially not trapped in this body.”

��Be careful.” Striker glanced towards me. “Just, don’t underestimate him, okay?”

Reluctantly, Cirrus nodded. He laid back with another yawn. I wasn’t surprised either; judging by his face he hadn’t got much sleep at all over the whole of the night. But at least it looked like he was going to be okay after all. A weight lifted from my chest as it really started to hit me that he really was going to recover.

“Good.” Striker sighed. “I’m guessing they’re keeping you for at least a little while to make sure you’re good to go?”

Cirrus nodded. “I think so.”

“Sounds about right.” Striker mumbled. He took a breath and offered a smile. “You should get some rest, alright?”

Cirrus smirked. “Me? You all look like shit too.”

“Well,” Striker shrugged, then matched his grin. “Full moon night shifts keep you on your feet, especially when some jackass comes in after fist fighting a demon.”

Kyra giggled and Cirrus shot her an indignant look. “Oh get lost.”

Striker reached out and gave Cirrus a gentle, reassuring squeeze on his bare shoulder. “Don’t hesitate to let us know if you need anything, alright? We’re here for you Cirrus.”

Cirrus gawked at Striker’s touch on his shoulder, then up at his face as he drew his hand back to his pocket. He opened his mouth, but no words came.

“See you soon,” Striker turned, drawing back the curtain and ducking behind it..

Kyra nodded and followed. “If you’re still here tomorrow I’ll see if I can come see you again if you want.”

She slipped around the half-drawn curtain, leaving it rustling in her wake.

“I guess I should go with them…” I yawned, and out of the corner of my half closed eyes I could see Cirrus do the same. “You going to be okay on your own?”

He paused. “Probably. I’m tired.”

I nodded. “You look like it.” I turned towards where Striker and Kyra had disappeared. “Have a good sleep then.”

“Asher wait,” Cirrus’ voice turned me back around. He had his jaw set tight and his eyes lowered.

Worry bit my tongue as I faced him again. Was something wrong? The air seemed to buzz with nervous anticipation, whether it was from him or my own feelings I couldn’t quite decipher.

When he finally did speak it was so quiet I had to lean in to hear. “It was a clear night last night, right?”

The moonlight had shimmered on the still, dark sea. There hadn’t been a cloud in sight as I’d watched Cirrus stand in the calm waters.

“It was cloudless, the sky…” Cirrus seemed to mumble more to himself than for me to hear. “But It did rain, right?”

I nodded. Just rain was an understatement. The wind whipping through, the volume of the water falling from the sky, it was a rainstorm out of nowhere. Sure, storms sometimes came up quickly in Eventide, being so close to the sea, but never that fast. Never.

“Huh.” Cirrus raised his eyebrows, eyes darting to his own hands.

My eyes widened. “Cirrus,” I glanced over my shoulder before leaning close to his face. “Was that you?” Anticipation coiled around my ribs. “Did you do that?”

“I don’t know,” Cirrus matched my tone, low and secretive. “I,” he sighed. “I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

But it was the only explanation that made any sense. There was no way a natural rainstorm would have been upon us in seconds out of thin air. I glanced down at the bandages across his chest and swallowed against the dread creeping up my throat. If there hadn’t been so much rain, I didn’t want to think about how much worse he would have been hurt if Vena’s flames weren’t drowned. I shuddered. Vena was known to incinerate his enemies. Alive.

“You could have died.” My voice quivered and I had to rub the forming tears from my eyes. “I thought he was going to kill you.”

My breath hitched and I pressed my hand against my face, hunching my shoulders. It hadn’t sunk in until now, everything that happened, but now it was here all at once. He really had risked his life for me whether he knew it or not. It was my fault he got hurt at all. Maybe if I’d stood up for myself earlier Vena would have left me alone, or maybe if I did anything to try and defend myself instead of freezing like a deer in the headlights or—

“He’s lucky I didn’t kill him.” He narrowed his eyes and scowled, but his face quickly softened to a pointed grin. “You must be tired if your crying like that over me of all people.”

“Cirrus I—”

“You should have gone home hours ago.” Cirrus’ voice hinted at a growl. “Go home Asher.”

I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. I didn’t know what to say. He held my gaze, but I couldn’t quite read his face.

“Are,” I swallowed and tried not to sound pathetic. “Are you mad at me?”

Cirrus groaned and ran a hand through his hair, shooting me a sharp look through narrowed eyes. “No. Damn it just go home already.” He sighed and dropped his hand back to the bed beside him, turning his head so I couldn’t see his face.

Worry chewed at my nerves. Something wasn’t right. Cautiously, I reached to touch the uncovered skin of his shoulder. As soon as my hand brushed him, my chest tightened, painful weight wedged beneath my collar bone. Sorrow, anguish, pain, anger… It flooded my blood, feeling like too much for one body to contain on it’s own, threatening to tear through my flesh and erupt from between my ribs.

“Hey!” Cirrus shoved my hand back, sending me staggering for balance. “For fucks sake Asher just leave me alone!” He covered his face with both hands, fingers digging into his scalp. “I just…” His voice was muffled by his palms. “Just go home, okay?”

I opened my mouth, but held my tongue. As much as I wished I could, there was no way I could force him to tell me anything. At the same time though, was it really such a mystery? My shoulders slumped. He probably had a lot on his mind after last night. Hopefully he would talk to me, just when he was ready, but my heart sunk. Cirrus always seemed to pretend nothing was wrong instead of admitting he ever felt anything.

“Okay,” I turned towards the curtain. “I’ll see you soon. Call if you need anything, alright?”

He dropped one of his hands back against the bed and nodded, turning his head away. I paused for a moment, then finally slipped under the edge of the thin curtain to join Striker and Kyra. They both seemed to sense something was off, but neither said a word about it as we left the hospital. They probably heard everything anyway.

Maybe Cirrus was just tired or overwhelmed or… Something. My eyes grew heavy, and I leaned against the window. If I’d gotten to take a nap in the waiting room and was this tired, he must have been exhausted. Maybe in a few days he’d be more open to talking about what happened. Maybe.

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padfootagain · 6 years ago

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I can't believe I reached 3k followers!!! Thank you all so much!! When I started this blog, I hoped to reach 100 followers one day, and now here we are!

So to thank you all and mark the date, I'm making a little event! The theme is simple : movies!

What is it all about?

Under the cut are a list of prompts and scenes from different movies. You can choose between two different things that you would like me to write:

- You can choose between 1 and 5 prompts along with a character and I will write a one-shot based on these prompts for the character you have chosen

- You can choose one scene in the list and a character, and I will re-write that scene for the character you have chosen

A few rules to follow if you want to send a request.

- If you request for the prompts :

- You can request up to 5 prompts, not more

- You can add a few details that you would like to be featured in your request if you have precise ideas

- If you request a scene :

- I will write a one-shot that is inspired by that scene, not the exact same scene (obviously, otherwise, where is the fun?). The idea is to get the same spirit and some references, or the same situation, but not a simple copy.

- These scenes will require me to turn AU!, so don't be surprised.

- You can request only one scene, so choose wisely ;)

- I will most likely 'erase' the characters who were in the original scenes, so don't be surprised.

No matter if you request for prompts or for a scene :

- You can request for any character on my masterlist, no matter if I've already written for them or not.

- I have no trouble with anons, if you're a little shy. So don't hesitate to send a request on anon if you feel more comfortable this way.

- Please, send me your request through my askbox and not in a PM. It's much easier for me to manage, and I might forget about your request if you send it to me privately. If you're shy, send an ask on anon.

- Sadly, I will probably not be able to write all the requests that are sent my way. I will write as many as I can, but I'm only human. I'm sorry if I don't get to write your request. But I invite you to send it anyway, because I might write your request! If you don't send it, then you can be sure that I won't though. Again, I'm sorry if I can't write all the requests I receive, but I usually get too many to be able to write them all.

Requests for this event will be up for one week, which means until January 14!

Considering how well this event works, I may change that date along the way.

Thank you all again and I hope you like this event :D

Prompts :

Every prompt is a movie quote. The movie it comes from is written under the quote in italic

1. "Was that a joke?"

"What if it was?"

"I don't like jokes!"

"I don't like you!'

Kuch Kuch Hota Hai

2. "Why, you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking, nerf-herder!"

Star Wars : The Empire Strikes Back

3. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

4. "Well… my philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice."

Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them

5. "A heart's a heavy burden."

Howl's Moving Castle

6. "You're far away, where are you?"

"In a world that's disappearing, I'm afraid."

The Sound Of Music

7. "No, I'm not mad. I… I'm hurt, and disappointed and… and mad."

Funny Face

8. "I'm always gonna love you."

"I'm always gonna love you too."

La La Land

9. "I'll just take my ego for a walk…"

An Affair To Remember

11. "Would you like to stay for dinner?"

"Would you like to stay forever?"

Mulan

12. "At midnight, I'll turn into a pumpkin and drive away in my glass slipper. And that will be the end of the fairytale."

Roman Holiday

13. "Strange, isn't it? Each man's life touches so many other lives. When he isn't around, he leaves an awful hole, doesn't he?"

It's A Wonderful Life

14. "Whatever crimes I commit against you, remember, I have diplomatic immunity in 46 countries. Including Puerto Rico."

The Princess Diaries : Royal Engagement

15. "Anything can happen if you let it."

Mary Poppins

16. "Life is suffering. It is hard. The world is cursed. But still you find reasons to keep on living."

Princess Mononoke

17. "Everything is possible. Even the impossible."

Mary Poppins Returns

18. "Love isn't a thinking thing. It's a feeling thing."

Playing It Cool

19. "That is one big pile of shit."

Jurassic Park

20. "I love you."

"I know."

Star Wars : The Empire Strikes Back.

21. "Sadness, anger, hate… we were not allowed to express anything. So no, how do we express love?"

Dear Zindagi

22. "Carpe Diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary."

Dead Poets Society

23. “Always believe in yourself. Do this and no matter where you are, you will have nothing to fear.”

The Cat Returns

24. "I'll probably lose my citizenship for that."

Mission Impossible III

25. "Oh, don't waste my time with flattery."

"Not to seem rude, but I wasn't actually talking to you."

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe.

26. "But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass."

The Lord Of The Rings: The Two Towers

27. " I guess we need to register you as a lethal weapon."

Lethal Weapon

28. "Just because it is, doesn't mean it should be."

Australia

29. "It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live."

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

30. "A lot of people are in love… but none can love like me, because they don't have you."

Kal Ho Naa Ho

31. "Just follow your heart. And keep smiling."

Kiki's delivery service

32. "That look in your eyes is a pain in my arse, you know that, right?"

Mission Impossible III

33. "Can we take a flight back to reality, or do we have to change planes in Denver?"

The Santa Clause

34. "Yippie-Ki-Yay, motherfucker."

Die Hard

35. "I retire for like five minutes and it all goes to shit."

The Avengers

36. "Would you like to know the probability of her using it against you? It's high."

"Let's get going."

"It's very high…"

Star Wars : Rogue One

37. "I'm too old for this."

Lethal Weapon

38. "Oh yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it."

The Lion King

39. "Now, think of the happiest things. It's the same as having wings."

Peter Pan

40. "I'm in love with you."

"So what?"

"So what? So plenty! I love you! You belong to me!"

"No. People don't belong to people."

Breakfast at Tiffany's

41. "It's called Karma. And it's pronounced 'Ha! '"

Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again

42. "Whoa, lady, I only speak two languages: English and bad English."

The Fifth Element

43. "You were my new dream."

Tangled

44. "Any question?"

"Yeah. Could we get a cappuccino machine in here? Cause I don't know how you call this."

Mission Impossible

45. "I'm not used to people sticking around when things go bad."

"Welcome home."

Star Wars : Rogue One

45. "Stop, you'll kill them!"

"That's the idea!"

The Mummy

46. "Probably best not to tell anyone about this."

"Right, no one. I mean, I'll tell myself sometimes but don't worry, I won't believe it."

Notting Hill

47. "Once you've met someone, you never really forget them."

Spirited Away

48. "I hit my head on something."

"Yeah, my head!"

Balto

49. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you okay to drive? A minute ago, you were dead."

"What are you talking about?"

"This is not going to end well."

Mission Impossible : Rogue Nation

50. "I've got a bad feeling about this…"

Star Wars

51. "A little consideration, a little thought for others, makes all the difference."

Winnie The Pooh

52. "If she loves you then she will turn around and look at you... turn around... turn around!"

Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge

53. "Can I stay for a while?"

"Stay forever."

Notting Hill

54. "Promise me one thing: don't take me home until I'm drunk - very drunk indeed."

Breakfast at Tiffany's

55. "This California dew is a little heavier than usual tonight."

"Really? From where I stand the sun is shining all over the place."

Singin' In The Rain

56. "You need to stop carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders."

Spider-Man: Homecoming

57. "Who ever said the human race was logical?"

Star Trek IV : The Voyage Home

58. "Blow up the car."

"Oh, it's such a nice car…"

"And yet, do it."

Mission Impossible III

59. "Why complicate things that are really quite simple?"

Mary Poppins

60. "Who are you?"

"Your worst nightmare."

Mulan

61. "You said 'whoopsidaisies'."

"I don't think so. No one says 'whoopsidaisies', do they? Unless they're…"

"There is no 'unless'. No one has said 'whoopsidaisies' for fifty years and even then it was only little girls with blonde ringlets."

Notting Hill

62. "I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."

The Wizard Of Oz

63. "Are you out of your corn-fed mind?!"

Star Trek : Into Darkness

64. "You're a good man, with a good heart. And it's hard for a good man to be king."

Black Panther

65. "It is mine to give to whom I will. Like my heart."

The Lord of the Rings : The Fellowship of the Ring

66. "There's no place like home…"

The Wizard Of Oz

67. "I'm with you till the end of the line"

Captain America : First Avenger

68. "You deserve better than this. You deserve people who value you. You deserve to go somewhere where you can be proud of who you are."

The Shape Of Water

69. "No matter how many weapons you have, no matter how great your technology might be, the world cannot live without love."

Castle In The Sky

70. "There is nothing more reassuring than realizing that the world is crazier than you are."

Thor: The Dark World

71. "I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone."

The Lord of the Rings : The Fellowship of the Ring

72. "I love her."

"Does she love you?"

" I don't know now. Yesterday, you weren't alive."

"Well, I apologize for not being dead in a ditch."

"I don't think I can accept your apology."

"Is that a joke?"

"Yes, yes, sort of. I'm not... I've never been very good at jokes."

Salmon Fishing In The Yemen

73. "English, motherfucker, do you speak it?"

Pulp Fiction

Scenes :

The links to the scenes on youtube are set in the titles of the movies, so it can be easier for you to choose. I'll re-write the scene entirely so you and the character of your choice can live it ;) It can be set either in the universe of the character you have chosen or the universe of the original scene depending on the scene you choose.

1. Indiana Jones : Raiders Of The Lost Ark

You are so close to finding this lost treasure. Bad for you that you have fallen in a cave filled with deathly traps.

2. Jurassic Park

You thought you would enjoy a nice weekend discovering an amazing scientific breakthrough. Now, here you are, hiding from a T-Rex and wondering how you got yourself in this situation…

3. The Shop Around The Corner / You've Got Mail

You have a date with someone tonight, but you don't know who. All you know is that you are to meet in that café. All turns crazy when your date is actually this colleague of yours whom you hate… kinda…

4. L'Arnacoeur

Your family engaged him/her to seduce you, so you would break your engagement with this guy they hate. Bad luck that for once, he/she falls for you too…

5. Love Affair / An Affair To Remember / Sleepless In Seattle

It's love at first sight. But perhaps the two of you are getting ahead of yourselves. You give each other a bit of time to think, and set up to meet at the top of the Empire State Building, if in six months, you still feel the same for each other. But will you both be there?

6. The Chronicles Of Narnia: Prince Caspian

The only way to win this war is to earn more time. And a fight one on one with your enemy is the best way you can come up with. But who will survive the fight? Will it be enough?

7. The Lord Of The Rings : The Fellowship Of The Ring

You are trapped in Moria. A Balrog chasing after you. This looks pretty bad… yep… that's bad…

8. Roman Holiday

You are a princess in your country, but for one day, you have managed to escape your duties, and you are now roaming through the streets of Roma. A stranger helps you through the streets of the city and you spend a magical day…

9. The Holiday

You have exchanged your house for the holiday with a woman in England. You expected a quiet week, but that was before you would meet the woman's brother…

10. The Lake House

Through your mail box, you somehow receive letters from the man who used to live in your house 5 years ago. Through the letters you exchange, you slowly start to develop feelings for each other. Until one day you decide to meet, and set up a date. But he never comes. You realize that he didn't come because he had died during these five years that separated the two of you. But you may have one last chance to save him…

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ddemonicpanda · 6 years ago

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Bitter Visions (3/3)

I’m very sorry I didn’t post this up earlier. I really thought I did, but apparently tumblr must’ve ate my post or something. Anyway, after long last, here’s the last of Bitter Visions!

James wakes up alone. Or, at least he thinks he's alone. He can't really see at first; the world's a mess of blurry colors, almost overwhelming. He blinks a few times, trying to focus. The first thing he realizes is that the room is an off white color, a stark difference from the dark warehouse he used to be in. Oh, the warehouse. Oh yeah, he had gotten tortured. Man, he must be really high off pain meds, because he can't really feel anything except a dull pain kinda everywhere. But of course, as soon as he thinks that, the pain starts blossoming, especially in his ribs and arms. Before he can stop it, he lets out a groan of pain, which only causes him to hurt more. Beside him, he sees movement. Startled, James quickly glances to his left. There's a man in a metal chair, slumped lazily against it. As he squints, he realizes that's the guy's sleeping, and pretty soundly at that. And judging by the blonde hair and plethora of colorful tattoos on his arms, he can only assume it's Aleks. James doesn't really know if he wants to wake him. Sure, he might've saved his life, but this could easily be a "out of the frying pan, into the fire," situation. He had absolutely no idea where he was, and he was pretty much at the mercy of Aleks. He was definitely too weak to go anywhere, and where would he go anyway? The best course of action would be to wait for Brett to come save him, however unappealing that sounded. Turning back to stare at the ceiling, he frowns. Why did Aleks save him? Aleks might've been the type of person who did things on a whim, but he doubted the rest of his crew would follow him blindly. So he must've convinced everyone that there could be something they could gain out of this. And the only thing that could come to mind was for him to be used as a bargaining chip. James sighs, ignoring the stinging pain that comes from his chest because of it. An idea prickles into his head. There was no way he could leave in his current condition. But maybe he could prepare for a possible escape. He glances around the room. It's actually pretty barren, aside from the IV next to him and a couple of chairs with pillows by Aleks. The only source of light comes from the light bulbs above him; there aren't any windows. There looks to be only one door, and that's adjacent to Aleks, but it didn't appear to have any sort of fancy locking system. Maybe all he needed was a key. James glances at Aleks. He would definitely have a key. There's no way he wouldn't. And now would be the best time to get it, while he was asleep and unprepared. He flexes his arms, testing his strength. And immediately winces. Oh yeah, he got stabbed there. But he's still pretty confident that he can at least sit up, so shakily, he tries to prop himself up. Keyword: tries. He gets up about halfway before he starts rapidly losing strength in his arm. The pain starts to really become unbearable as well and, with a grunt, James lets himself fall back into the bed. "Oh shit, you're awake!" Aleks practically jumps out of his chair, eyes wide and unfocused. He stumbles over to where James is half-laying, half-propped up, but before he can touch him, James scoots away, inadvertently loosing his balance. He lets out a curse as his back meets the bed, causing pain to blossom in his chest again. Aleks frowns, and goes to move towards him again. James notes that he's approaching more warily this time. "I'm just trying to help you sit up, asshole." "I can do it myself," James snaps, glaring at him. Aleks holds his hands up in surrender, and takes a step away. Inhaling sharply, James pushes himself upwards, arms shaking. It hurts, it hurts a fuckton, but he just bites the inside of his cheek instead of crying out. Eventually, he manages to lean against the wall behind him. Aleks grabs a pillow and places it behind his back, ignoring James protests. "Dude, chill! I'm literally just trying to help you!" Aleks insists, bending down to grab another pillow from a nearby chair. "I don't want your fucking help!" James shouts back, ripping the pillow from Aleks's hands and throwing it back at him. The throw itself is sloppy and Aleks ducks and avoid it easily. "Just fuck off!" "I'm not going to hurt you, stop being an asshole!" Aleks bends down again to pick up the fallen pillow, wincing as he does so. James notices and frowns. Well that was new. But Aleks tosses him the pillow and instinctively, James catches it. Seeing that he now has a perfectly good pillow in his hands and what a shame it would be to just waste it, he places it behind his back. "I don't believe that for a second," James replied, "Why the fuck am I here then?" "Because I needed to talk to you!" Aleks voice cracks, and James barks out a laugh. "So you decide the best time to do that is mid-torture session?" He asks, incredulously. Aleks's eyebrows furrow together in anger. "I could've just fucking left you there, you know!" "Why didn't you?" James snaps back, "That seems to be what you're good at!" Aleks straightens as if he'd been shocked, and James can't find it in himself to feel bad. It's the truth, after all. There's absolutely no way Aleks just saved him out of the kindness off his heart, especially not after he left without a single word. Aleks's eyes are pleading as speaks. "Please," he begs, "Just let me explain." But James's chest is heaving, and he shakes his head before Aleks can even finish talking. "No," he says, voice smooth, "You had months to explain. You could've said something. God, I thought-" he breaks off, turning away from Aleks. There are tears prickling up in his eyes, but James blinks them away angrily. He's not fucking crying here, in front of Aleks. "Please," there's raw desperation in Aleks's voice as he repeats himself. "Please, just hear me out." James inhales deeply and shuts his eyes. He doesn't want to listen, he doesn't want to hear all the excuses Aleks has probably spent months rehearsing. But… "Why?" The question spills out before James can stop it. The stares at Aleks, who's now slumped in his chair. He looks… tired. But James isn't in the mood to care, he's been thinking about these questions for months, and goddamn it, he's going to get some answers. "Why did you just leave?" Despite his many emotions swirling in head, his voice comes out clearly. "Did you want me to stay?" Aleks meets his gaze, sitting up straighter. James frowns. He knows Aleks. Aleks is arrogant. Aleks is always wanting control. Aleks is floating from one idea to the other, constantly in motion. And as he's staring at him, he realizes he actually doesn't know Aleks at all. Because the old Aleks would've broken his gaze by now. He wouldn't keep his gaze, staring evenly back at him. And it's because of that James allows himself to answer truthfully. "Yes," he whispers, all his anger coming out in that one word. It's only then that Aleks looks away. James keeps staring at him for a beat longer, before sitting back with a sigh. He opens his mouth before closing it again, raking a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry," he says, and something snaps inside James. "No, you don't get to fucking say that," he retorts angrily. "You and Sly left without a fucking word! And you promised you'd get in touch! You promised-" he chokes on the word, and blames it on his injuries. It can't be because of anything else. "I left because Sly asked me to!" Aleks yells back, rising to his feet. "God… he got in some serious shit with the Vespucci, his uncle was in it or some shit I dunno, and they were looking for him. They were looking for his family, James," he says it so seriously, and despite his intentions not to, he can't help but understand. If his someone was hunting his mom, he'd drop everything to help her. But he's still selfish, and hardens his gaze. "You could've told me! I would've helped! You didn't have to do all this shit on your own!" "I couldn't be sure! And anyway," he lowers his voices again, "We needed to move fast. Sly's family was halfway across the country. The more people we told, the more slower we'd move." James barks out a laugh. "And you had just enough time to fuck me before you left." Aleks flinches, but James continued, anger palpable in each word. "You fucking promised me you'd say something, and you didn't. I fucking trusted you, Aleksandr." "I know! I know you did!" Aleks runs a hand through his hair, "I didn't mean to break that promise. I was gonna call you once everything blew over. I didn't want anyone in the crew to know what was happening." James opens his mouth to make a counterpoint, but then closes it. Honestly… that's a good point, especially considering the time he and Sly left. Tension amongst the whole crew had been very high, and only got higher with Aleks and Sly's sudden disappearance. If word had gotten out they were leaving, there would probably have been pretty severe consequences. Aleks takes a breath before continuing, "We got to Sly's family as soon as we could. And we got to them before the Vespucci did. But…" he pauses and winces, as if the memory harms him, "The safest thing to do was to make them all disappear. So we had to fake their deaths. Including Sly's." James frowns. It's a logical step, but that would involve a lot of planning in getting new identities. And Sly would never be able to get back into the criminal lifestyle while the Vespucci were still a thing. But he sensed there was more to the story, to he gestured for Aleks to continue. "Sly, uh, he had a contact," Aleks says after a beat, not making eye contact with James, "Promised to get new identities and shit for the whole family. All we had to do was run a few errands." "But…?" James prompted, seeing Aleks trail off. Aleks blinks, as if remembering where he was. Letting out a breath and regaining a bit of his composure, he continues, somberly, "It was a trap. Apparently he had connections with the Vespucci. We walked into the warehouse he told us to be at and they brought the whole fucking building down." Abruptly, he stands up, startling James. He frowns, wondering what exactly Aleks is playing at. But without saying a word, Aleks swiftly takes off his shirt. James is about to protest loudly, but the words die in his throat as soon as Aleks turns around. Scars. There's so many of them all over Aleks's back and sides. They vary in length and size, but they all look fairly new. The smaller ones are whiter, starting to show some signs of fading away, but for the most part, they all look red and loud, especially against his pale skin. Aleks shivers- from the cold or James eyes on him? he can't tell- and put his shirt back on quietly. When he turns around, his eyes are glazed a bit. Again, he doesn't look James in the eye. "I woke up in the hospital a couple days later, but it took me months to recover. Some anonymous person paid for my bill in full," he says, and James senses there's a story there, but there's a more pressing question on his mind. "What happened to Sly?" James asks, worried about the answer he'll receive. He liked Sly- the man's energy was infectious and definitely needed in their line of work. "He's alive," Aleks says slowly, frowning as if in deep thought, "But I've got no idea where he is. A relative of his visited me in the hospital and told me he and his family were in a safe place, and that the Vespucci thinks we're both dead. But I haven't seen him since." James nods, thinking on it all. That… certainly wasn't what he was expecting. If Aleks hadn't shown him the scars, he might not have believed him, honestly. Well, that wasn't true. Even if Aleks looked and acted differently, there were still parts of him James understood. And he understood that the pain lingering in his eyes was real. He was hurting, both from the bomb and the loss of Sly. "I'm sorry," Aleks's voice startles him, and he glances over he is. He's sitting now, hunched forwards with his hands clasped. "When… when I woke up, I had no idea what happened to Sly. I didn't know for days. So… I'm sorry. For, like, putting you through the same thing, you know?" He wipes his mouth with his hand, a small tic James remembers seeing whenever Aleks's is nervous. Abruptly, he's transported back to a few months prior, when the both of them had been in James's dinky apartment. It had been the morning after, and Aleks had woken up before him, surprisingly. He had woken up as soon as Aleks left, too used to the warmth he had provided. The water was running, and James let the sound lull him into a state of semiconscious. He remembers that he wakes up fully once the water stops Aleks renters the room, hair still damp from his shower. God, he remembers how panicky and nervous he was. How he had held James close the night before. Aleks hadn't ever been tender, but that last night had been the softest he's ever been. He remembers how genuinely sad he had been when he had left. James had gotten feelings for Aleks somehow, sometime between the late night sex and early morning heist set-ups. And he was content to go to the grave with those feelings, if only to avoid awkwardness. But… seeing Aleks leave so abruptly had made him wonder if he should confess, his in case he never saw him again. "I was gonna call you." Aleks's voice pulls him out of his thoughts. "But I lost my phone and all my contacts in the explosion. As soon as I got out I tried to track you down. Then I saw our the crew disbanded." He looks at him and frowns. "What happened?" James sighs, leaning back against the pillows. "Things just went to shit after you and Sly left. Nobody fucking trusted each other. People would start leaving the second the saw a better deal." "I'm sorry," Aleks apologizes again, but James waves it off. "It's not your fault. It would've happened either way. I got Brett to help me start up our own little crew, and took Joe with me before I left." "So that's what Fake Chop is? It's you and Brett?" Aleks asks, curiosity dripping from his voice. James is a bit surprised that Aleks knows of his crew. They weren't terribly large, and hadn't made too many big statements, but then he suddenly remembers that Aleks is apart of a crew here. "Yeah," he confirms, before quickly switching topics, "But what about you? How'd you get into… whatever this crew is?" "I founded this," Aleks explains, "Found a bunch of people that wanted the Vespucci gone as much as I did. And Aron," he adds, and James cracks a small smile. He's glad Aron's doing alright. He hadn't heard from him since he left the crew. Though, to be fair, he hadn't heard from anyone since he left. There's a bit of a commotion outside, and the smile fades from James's face. Aleks rises up, and spares a glance at James before opening the door. "Uhh, wait here," he says, before leaving. James scoffs. "Not like I could fucking go anywhere!" He mutters to the empty room. But, strangely, he's not mad. He thought he would be, considering everything that's happened, but if anything, he's feeling confused. He still got no idea what the fuck is going on, but, for some stupid reason, he finds himself trusting Aleks. Even if the scars were fake, and the story was all fabricated, the pain in Aleks's eyes was real. Maybe that's why he feels oddly calm right now. He's alone in a unfamiliar room, pretty much defenseless and at the mercy of Aleks, but he's not afraid. Maybe it's because he knows that Aleks won't hurt him. Or maybe it's just the painkillers talking. The commotion outside the door grows louder, and James strains to hear what's being said. No gunshots, which is always good, but there's a whole lot of yelling. He doesn't recognize one of the voices, but he hears Aleks shouting, trying to calm another voice down. And that other voice is… Brett? Holy shit, he fucking forgot all about Brett. If he wasn't already in pain, he would've hit himself. How the fuck did he forget that his boyfriend would be literally burning down the whole city trying to find him? The door slams open, and suddenly he's faced with a very angry and worried looking Brett. His gaze is frantic before it settles on James, and he rushes to him. Brett gives him a once over before cupping his face and placing a kiss to his forehead. James can't help but wince at the roughness of it, but the feeling of relief pushes away any annoyance he would normally have. It just feels good to know that Brett's here with him again, and that he hadn't done anything too drastic. His gaze is torn away from Brett once he sees Aleks enter the room again. Brett notices too, and straightens up. Aleks matches the glare Brett's giving him as he speaks, tersely, "I told you I wasn't going to hurt him." "Yeah? Don't know about you, but he doesn't really look the epitome of perfect fucking health," Brett's voice is low, dangerous. His back is to him, so he can't really see his face, but James knows just by his body language that Brett's taut, a spring ready to be released. But Aleks isn't backing down. "Oh, I'm sorry. Next time I'll just leave him in that torture chamber." "There won't be a next time," Brett growls. "Alright, hold up," James interrupts. "What the fuck is going on?" They both stare at him. James feels kind of like an idiot. But he honestly isn't following. He's really surprised the two of them haven't already shot each other- neither one of them are really the type to ask questions. Brett breaks the silence. "I was out looking for you when I get a text from this guy," he nods in Aleks's direction, "Saying that he had saved you from some random gang-" "The Reds," Aleks interrupts, "They're a gang trying to get on the Vespucci's good side." "The Reds," Brett corrects himself mockingly, rolling his eyes, "Saying he miraculously saved you from the clutches of the evil Reds, and that you'd be here." "Okay, I'm here! What the fuck's your point?" James asks, exasperated. He's too fucking tired for this shit. "I wanted you both here for a deal," Aleks says, and instantly, James's eyes narrow. He should've known- that in the end, he'd just be used as a bargaining chip. He clenches his fists. Man, and he had just started trusting Aleks too. "Not like that," Aleks quickly says, catching James's eyes. "Then what do you mean, exactly?" Brett sounds real annoyed. James notices that he's not carrying any visible guns on him. Must've been a stipulation Aleks had insisted on. Though, that definitely didn't mean Brett would be useless in a fight. On the contrary, Brett was hands-down the best hand-to-hand fighter he'd ever seen. Aleks looks at them both evenly. "I'm gonna let James go, no matter what." Brett scoffs, but Aleks continues, "I just wanted both of you here to hear this. I want both of our crews to be allies." For a second, nobody speaks. Brett looks down at James, eyes full of disbelief. But James can't explain anything either. He was honestly expecting something… more. Aleks senses their confusion, and begins to explain himself more. "Look, just think about it- we both want the Vespucci dead, right? But there's a lot of ground that we've got to cover, something neither of us have the manpower for." "We've got plenty of guys," Brett says confidently. But Aleks doesn't fall for his bluff. "No, you don't. Or else you'd use them the first time you attacked the Vespucci. You would've been screwed if my crew hadn't distracted them." "Hang on, how did you know we'd be attacking the Vespucci?" James interrupts, furrowing his brow. "I didn't, at first," Aleks admits, "But everyone takes notices when a small group starts taking on a bigger one. And I was already keeping tabs on the Vespucci. When I saw you start provoking them, I figured your next course of action would be attacking one of their bases." "And it was just a lucky guess that we'd attack the warehouse we did, huh?" Brett doesn't look convinced, and James isn't really either. "I mean, no offense, but you guys aren't the hardest people to track," Aleks says, which is fair- Lindsey's great, but she couldn't work a computer as well as she could haggle with prices for ammo. "And anyways, like I was saying, we want the Vespucci dead. And we could get a lot more down if we teamed up and took them down." Brett exhales slowly, and crosses his arms. "You know, I'd be a lot more receptive to this idea, if it wasn't for the fact you're using James as a bargaining chip." "I'm really not!" Aleks insists. "James is going to be let go, whatever your decision is. You have my word!" He adds on quickly, seeing Brett opening his mouth. Aleks looks… almost desperate to be believed in, judging by the wide eyes and inability to know what to do with his hands. "It's just… we were just looking into the Reds anyway… and fuck, I couldn't just leave you there," he says, looking at James directly. James opens his mouth- to say what? to say he doesn't believe him?- before closing it. Because Aleks sounds genuine. Because his mannerisms are exactly the same as they had been months ago, when he had left. And despite everything that's come between them, James still fucking trusts him. "Can Brett and I have a moment alone?" He asks, ignoring how sharply Brett turns to face him. Aleks nods, glancing once more between the two of them before leaving. James expects a large barrage of questions to come out the moment Brett fully faces him. But, to his surprise, he just asks, "Are you doing okay?" James blinks. "As fucking good as I can be, considering the situation. What about you?" "Fine," Brett responds, and James glances at his chest. He can't see any of his bandages underneath his jacket, but he knows they're there. He feels a stab of pain, for cutting Brett's recovery time short. He glances away, sighing. "I don't know what to do," he admits. "Do you think he'll let you go?" Brett asks. James doesn't even miss a beat. "Yes," he says, surprising himself with his certainty. For some stupid, stupid reason… he trusts Aleks. He trusts those scars are true, he trusts his story is legit, he trusts that the pain he saw in his eyes is real. Brett looks at him for half a beat more. Then, he nods slowly. "Okay," he says simply. There's a lot going on behind that one word, stuff that James can't quite understand. But before he can ask him about it, Brett continues, "So, what are we going to do? Are we going to team up with him or not?" James sighs. Because while he does trusts that Aleks will keep to his word, he doesn't know if he trusts him completely. And even if his story is a hundred percent true, that doesn't mean that Aleks is the same person that James had accidentally fallen in love with all those months ago. He's changed- honestly, the both of them have. Aleks has a new crew now, and James does too. And Fake Chop means the world to him. It's the reason he's hesitating, honestly. Because objectively, allying themselves with Aleks is the smart thing to do. They need more people on their side, more people willing to fight with them instead of being indifferent, or worse, actively against them. It would provide both crews with stability and manpower. And god, did they need that. But it was one thing for James to trust Aleks, and it was a completely different thing to trust him with the crew. Fake Chop was everything to him. For once in his life, he felt completely in control. He had the freedom to actually plan heists, to play around with ideas, to be in charge. And he liked everyone in the crew. These were people he and Brett handpicked out, amazing at what they did. And James liked them all personally, too. He'd never forgive himself if he let them died needlessly. He looks over to Brett. James knows he doesn't trust Aleks, and then remembers that doesn't have any reason to. He didn't hear Aleks's story. But maybe that's a good thing. It would be good to hear the opinion of someone who was skeptical. "What do you think I should do?" For a while, Brett doesn't respond. James feels oddly nervous, waiting for his response. He trusts Brett more than anyone, and respects his viewpoints. So far, none of his plans had ever steered him wrong. Eventually, he sighs. "Well, you know him better than I do, so I'll let you make the call." Well, that wasn't the answer he'd been expecting. James blinks in surprise as he replays Brett's answer in his head, trying to make sense of it. "What?" He says eloquently, furrowing his brow. "Look, last time I saw you, you looked ready to kill Aleks the next time you saw him. And now you're seriously considering teaming up with him. So I know something about him made you change your opinion. So if that's enough for you, then go for it." Brett explains. "And what about you?" James asks. "I'm with you every step of the way," Brett replies. James doesn't say anything immediately, just fixates himself of Brett's face. His gaze is even, eyes determined, showing no signs of wavering. Once again, James can't help but inwardly sigh in relief. He knows Brett will always be by his side, he's proven it time and time again. But it's always nice to hear that out loud, to be reassured that his feelings are mutual. It's easier to think with the warmth of his gaze grounding him. James hums and makes a decision. ---- Seven months later "We did it," Aleks breathes next to him, eyes wide. In front of them, the last of the Vespucci's warehouse is in flames, the bright colors lighting up the night sky. James can feel the heat from where he's standing, and he's a solid fifty feat away from the blaze. Or maybe that's less to do with the fire and more to do with the fact that Aleks is pressed into his side. "There's still gonna be stragglers, you know," he can't help but say, because it's true. A powerful group like the Vespucci wouldn't go quietly into the night. "Dude, fucking… don't ruin my mood, dude," Aleks snaps back, annoyed. Despite that, he buries himself closer into James, eyes light. "We did it, that's what matters." James hums, eyes watering due to the smoke. He can't help but think about how far they've come. Six months ago he wouldn't have ever dreamed about getting this close to Aleks again, but now, it feels natural. Somehow, he slotted himself perfectly back into his life again. And he doesn't seem to mind. "You assholes gonna stand there all night?" Aleks's head shoots up from its place on James's shoulder, and even James can't help but whirl around at the sound of the voice. But it's only Brett, armed with some glass beer bottles. Aleks relaxes immediately. "We're just enjoying the moment, man," he insists, outstretching hand for a beer. Brett tosses him one, and Aleks fumbles a bit, but manages to grab hold of it. Brett scoffs, opting to hand James's normally. "Yeah? You did very little to actually help blow up the warehouse," Brett says, popping open his beverage. "What do you mean dude, someone had to plan this all out! Without my creative genius, none of this would've happened!" Aleks's tone sounds agitated, but he's smiling. Brett rolls his eyes. "Yeah, if you're such a genius, I don't think you'd want to stick around here for much longer. The police'll be coming soon." "They've always got to ruin everything. We were having a moment," Aleks gripes again, taking a swig of his beer. "You're all about these moments, huh?" James quips, catching Aleks repeat himself. "Well, yeah," he mutters, burying himself back into James's shoulder. "That's what it's all about, isn't it?" James hums, as Brett comes and wraps his arm around the both of them. There's sound of sirens in the distance, the smell of smoke behind him, and the sight of two people he loved most next to him…Yeah, he wouldn't change this for the world.

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The Worst First Date... Ever

A Deputy/Pratt oneshot I’ve been wanting to write for a while now. Warnings apply for strong language, some sexual content, and secondhand embarrassment. Two of the three are Staci’s fault. Which two? You be the judge.

Pratt was acting up again one day in late spring, when the mud on the roads was fender-deep and the sun gave everyone red arms and pinched faces. Hudson was about ready to strangle him as he popped his nicotine gum to the rhythm of the oldies on the radio. Medina could tune it out - it’s classic Pratt, she told herself, hates the quiet so he fills it in the most annoying way he can think of - but once he started banking paperclips off her back, she had to take a stand.

“Pratt!”

“What? It’s target practice.”

“Stop doing that.”

His lips curled up in a grin and he held his hands up innocently. But the glint of a silver paperclip pinched between his thumb and forefinger was not promising, and Medina only glared at him.

“Staci Pratt, I will tell your mother.”

His mouth fell open in an O of surprise, but the smirk quickly returned. As soon as she went back to her paperwork, he bounced the paperclip straight off the back of her head.

“¡Deja de hacer eso!”

He started laughing and dropped his last paperclip into the jar on his desk. “Aww, no eres divertido.”

“Cabrón.”

“Guys!” Hudson snapped, pinching the bridge of her nose. “If you’re gonna insult each other, do it in English.”

Medina quickly apologized, then jabbed her finger at Pratt. “You… you… horse-face.”

He nearly choked on his gum. “Horse-face? Horse-face? You can call me an asshole in Spanish but the best you got in English is horse-face?”

“I don’t like swearing in English,” she said with a pout. “It’s dirty.”

“Shit, Sasha,” he chuckled as he stood up and stretched his arms. “You are so fucking cute.”

“Sure, you say that now.”

“Oh, my god, guys, I am begging you,” Hudson looked at Medina desperately. “Please, please flirt somewhere else. I just ate.”

Pratt disappeared into the closet where they kept personal effects, and both Hudson and Medina gave a sigh of relief as they returned to their work. Sasha was patiently filling out release papers for one Charlemagne Victor Boshaw IV when the W turned into a wild scribble as a pair of hands suddenly clasped her shoulders and a muffled voice called “neigh!” into her ear.

Since poor Sasha’s fight or flight instincts always defaulted to fight, she whirled around and swung a closed fist toward Pratt, who recoiled in shock as her hand connected with the rubber snout of his horse mask.

He tugged it off, cackling, and smoothed his hair back as Sasha stood up to face him - not like she properly could with their foot-tall height difference.

Luckily for Pratt, she laughed too, and she yanked the mask away from him. “Why do we even have this?”

“Dunno,” he confessed. “Just saw it in the closet this morning.”

Hudson, her head in her hands, mumbled wearily, “Came from a 390 they found out by Rae-Rae’s. Some jackass was trying to scare Boomer again.”

Pratt’s face twisted into a disgusted expression. “He puked, didn’t he?”

“Yep.”

Medina dropped the mask and wiped her hands on Pratt’s shoulder. “Ew. Drunk puke.”

“Really brings people together.” Pratt took her hands in his and pulled her toward the door. “C’mon, I wanna show you something.”

Reluctantly, she followed him, though she had to quicken her pace to keep up with his gangly legs, and he led her round the back of the station.

“Pratt, what—”

“Just do what I do.” He clambered up atop a parked cruiser, then the electrical shed, before finally scaling the roof. “The view up here is awesome.”

“We have mountains, y’know,” said Sasha as she struggled up the shed. “Why don’t you—oof—just look… oh, wow.” Her eyes widened as she reached the roof and could finally take in the sun setting between the mountains in the distance. “It’s beautiful. I never even noticed.”

“Yeah, see? I told you.” Pratt looked insufferably smug. “It’s ‘cause of that big, shitty billboard down there. It blocks the view from the road.”

“How did you even find this?”

“Joey complained about me smoking by the door - which is where everyone takes their smoke breaks, but whatever - so I came out back, but then she complained about me smoking by her car, so I figured, fuck it, if I can’t smoke on the ground, I’ll smoke on the roof.” He glanced down at her with a gleam in his eye. “Twenty bucks she starts complaining about the smoke coming through the vents or something.”

Sasha folded her arms and narrowed her eyes crossly. “I thought you quit.”

“I’ve quit like, six times. Never sticks. Doesn’t matter. This is nice.” He rolled one of his shoulders and swallowed nervously. “Look, uh… sorry I’m a dick sometimes.”

“‘Sometimes’ is a good start,” she said. Still, she uncrossed her arms and smiled warmly at him. “But you’re forgiven. For now.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and chewed his lower lip before inhaling deeply. “I was wondering if, um… maybe… sometime… do you wanna go get some… err, I mean, maybe you’d like to do… something? With me?”

“Staci Pratt, are you asking me on a date?”

“I… guess?” At her unimpressed look, he cleared his throat and said, more confidently, “Yes, I am. I’d like to go on a date with you.”

She reached for his hand and he gave it gladly, despite his sweating palms and trembling fingers. “Staci, I would love to go on a date with you. What did you have in mind?”

“What did I—” Realization dawned on his face and his expression morphed into shock. “Fuck. I mean… I, uh, I didn’t actually… plan that far ahead. I kinda thought you’d say no.”

Sasha giggled and squeezed his hand. “How about a picnic?”

“Great! Yes. I love picnics. Definitely my first choice.”

“I know this great little spot out past Nick Rye’s place.”

He grinned - more relieved than teasing. “I’ll swing by and pick you up. You still live right outside Falls End, right?”

She nods.

“Good, okay. Good. Eight tomorrow night?”

“Six. I wanna catch the sunset.”

He wasn’t off his shift until seven-thirty. But the lady said six, and God help anyone who said Staci Pratt wouldn’t bend over backward for a lady. “Six it is.” He figured the last hour and half wouldn’t matter. Nothing happened in Hope County, anyway.

He was very, very wrong.

From the get-go, Sasha knew something was up. Sure, Staci combed his hair and - for once - didn’t smell of cigarettes, which was a glorious feat in itself, but he was still wearing his uniform, radio and all, while she sported a sundress with purple polka dots. Not exactly on the same page. Not to mention the fact that he showed up in his patrol car. Something was definitely wrong.

Awkwardly, he shuffled his feet as he stood outside her door. “So, um… I forgot to mention this, but I’m kinda… sorta… still working. Until eight.”

“Staci!”

“It’s okay!” He held up his hands placatingly, one bearing a bottle of sweet rosé. “It’s okay. I made sure I was released from office shit and I did all my paperwork early—”

“You gave it to Joey, didn’t you?”

“I… gave her a couple pages.”

“A couple?”

“…Twenty-nine.”

“Staci!” Sasha nearly slammed the door on him right then. But heaven help her, he was so, so cute.

“It’s not a big deal! All I have to do is keep the radio on, okay?” He reached for her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “Nothing ever fucking happens around here, anyway. I promise, Sasha, nothing is going to ruin this for us.”

“I just… I thought we weren’t going to bring work into this.”

“We’re not.” His voice was lower, softer, and his eyes were sincere. “I like you, Sasha. I like you a lot. I want this to go well.”

She drew herself toward him and laced their fingers together. “I like you too, Staci, I just don’t want to mess anything up for you. If you have to work, you should work.”

“Ah, Whitehorse loves me. I’m safe.”

She snorted loudly and he made a face in response.

“Just get in the car, papi.”

He saluted her sloppily. “Yes, ma’am, Miss Medina, ma’am.”

They hadn’t even touched their sandwiches before their hands were wandering, sprawled out on a blanket decorated with rocket ships as the sun blinked below the horizon. God, he’d wanted to kiss her so badly since he first laid eyes on her, with her rich, silk skin and her soft hair and her perfect, perfect lips and here he was, fumbling his way through it, as she smiled into each kiss. Probably laughing at him on the inside, he figured. Dammit, Staci, keep it together…

She had one of her hands on his thigh, positioned oh so precariously, and the other on his chest and she was so, so into this. He kissed hard, and he kissed a lot, and everyone else she’d ever been with - a generous sample size of two women and one other man - was nervous and shy. She’d expected Staci to be the same way, but ooh, he was fierce, and it lit something up in her body she’d never, ever felt before. Sasha, honey, take it slow…

Her fingers unfastened the top two buttons of his shirt and brushed his collarbone, and he moaned. It reverberated within her mouth and she gasped, and they had a sweet-hot back and forth of sultry noises that led to him on his back with her lips on his neck. She left bruising kisses all across his skin, and her weight on his chest was sending heatwaves through him, and he doesn’t remember his work cargos ever being this tight—

His eyes close on their own as she sucks on the delicate skin between his neck and his clavicle. “Oh, fuck, fuck, yes, God, you’re so fucking good at this.”

She laughed softly, seductively, and then…

Someone else laughed, too. A couple someones, actually.

Sasha pulled away abruptly, brow furrowed, and Staci pushed himself up on his elbows as the radio on his shoulder hummed with the chuckles of everyone else on duty. He stared at Sasha in horror for a split second before he scrambled for the switches, and the feedback screeched through the air with his vicious curses as he flicked the radio off, then on again and off for good in his panic.

Sasha was absolutely speechless, but she forced words anyway. “I… Staci, I… I’m so—”

“Don’t,” he snapped, his face buried in his hands. “Just fucking don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” she finished. She knelt before him, hand on his knee, and reached for his face.

He almost pulled away, but he dropped his hands and let her touch him gently. “They’re gonna be laughing at me for-fucking-ever,” he muttered miserably. “I’m never fucking living this down.”

“Staci, it’ll be alright.” Sasha had no idea how, but faith had to be enough, right? “They-they probably don’t even know you’re with me.”

He shook his head bitterly. “The fuck they don’t! I told everyone I know I was going out with you. Everyone.”

On one hand, she was certainly flattered. On the other… uh-oh. This time, she couldn’t even think of anything to say. She just tucked his hair behind his ear and rubbed his knee until he drew himself away from her.

His radio light flickered on and he rolled his eyes. “Fuck. I’m fucked. I can’t just not answer it.”

Sasha checked her watch. 7:48.

“Fuck.” Staci sighed and turned the radio back on. “Pratt here. Unfortunately.”

It was Joey Hudson. With any luck, she’d be kind—

“Hey, love machine, you got something coming.”

—Or not.

“Fuck off, Hudson—”

“No, Pratt, I’m serious. Some asshole stole a ton of engine parts from Nick Rye’s hangar and they’re driving right past you.”

“Oh, shit. I’m on it.” He clambered to his feet and nearly tripped on the blanket. “Shit. Shit!” He turned to Sasha, looking so apologetic she didn’t even know it was humanly possible, and he gestured hopelessly at the abandoned picnic. “Sasha, I’m so sorry, I don’t… should I—”

“No, Staci, you go on. I can deal with this. You go get the bad guy.”

“I—should I take you with me? You’re not walking all the way back—”

She interrupted him again. “Yes, I am. You need your car.”

“But you - you’re in heels. I’m so fucking sorry, Sasha, I’m—”

“Stop it, Stace, it’s okay. I’ll be okay. Now go! You’ll lose ‘em!”

He backtracked to his patrol car, looking desperately from the blanket to her and back again until she waved her hands frantically.

“Go!”

He peeled out, and Sasha could only imagine him taking down a thief with his bruised neck and half-open shirt and lipstick-stained cheeks. All she could do was take off her shoes and pinch them in one hand while she tucked the blanket under her arm and carried the picnic basket in the other.

Staci was right. He was the laughingstock of the entire Hope County Sheriff’s Department for a month. Maybe more. They stopped counting after the seventeenth time they were together in a room and someone moaned in a falsetto, started snickering, or made a filthy remark - usually in Sasha’s direction. It made Staci furious every time, but after the second fistfight, Whitehorse put him on notice and he started avoiding Sasha altogether.

The next time they worked together, he was flying a helicopter into the heart of Joseph Seed’s compound with a United States Marshal in the back.

And still, the first thing Hudson said when they all piled in was: “Hey, love machine.”

#far cry 5 #staci pratt #my perfect boy #oc: sasha whitehorse #ship: just promise me we'll be alright #fic: fearless and therefore powerful

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GHOST TRICK: THE BIG FINALE

so I finished the game yesterday all on my lonesome without internet

why yes I am perfectly fine and not emotionally compromised in the slightest

enjoy my screaming

IT'S GHOST TRICKING TIME which is to say it's ghost tricking time without internet so I'm doing this in wordpad tumblr really needs an 'import rtf' function >_>

SO from what I remember, when last we left off I was about to try to figure out how the fuck a knitted cap and a helmet are going to help me stop a bullet LET'S DIVE RIGHT BACK INTO THIS FOLKS

I still love how Sissel just ignores the dog's little 'WHATS A HOSTAGE O NO' instead of digging into explaining it

oh thank god the game DOES remember ive read this text before

...oh, I forgot how I did this the last time O WELL

all right, so I remember swiveling the lamp and dropping the hard hat, then when the knitted cap is over here I can swap it with the book and get it on the hook but how did I get the knitted cap over here

aha, he looked away for a moment, the helmet part is done what the fuck do i do now

AHA okay, so now i very quickly cart the ladder back and forth, I think I remember this

fuck, he noticed me, okay don't swivel the lamp while he's watching, swivel it while he's still looking away

I gotta note the 'I don't know why you're wearing my face' part HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

fuck, nope, I can't swivel the lamp back at that moment because he notices it clattering and turns right around FUCK OKAY LET'S TRY TO DO IT WITH THE LAMP THERE

ugh, if only I could do shit during the cutscene while he rolls away >_>

OK I SHOULD HAVE HAD MORE TRUST IN MISSILE HE IS GREAT AND A VERY GOOD DOG AND CAN AIM FOR SPLIT SECOND TIMING OF A BULLET BEING IN THE AIR OKAY

haha, and the knitted hat still hit Cabanela with enough velocity to knock him over I love this and I particularly love his dramatic leg up in the air he doesn't evne know what's happening he just aims to be the most dramatic possible at all times and it's really helping us out <3

'i love knitted hats... so warm, and most of all, so SOFT' <3 <3 <3

god Missile is so good this is pain IS THE DAWN DEADLINE A LIE MAYBE DID RAY JUST SAY THAT TO GET SISSEL'S BUTT MOVING I DON'T KNOW

oh yeah Cabanela's still got broken bones all over I kind of forgot about that

oh ok, looks less like broken and more like just really fucking bruised, becuase in that movement he's put pressure on all limb bones and nothing bent out of shape, so that's good

lmao and Cabanela's just like 'BUT IF I WAS KILLED IN THAT EXPLOSION THE SITUATION WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER' I I don't think it would necessarily work out that way, considering how much difficulty our protagonist was having saving just the professor :x

oh hey we've got our next source of information! should be quite a wellspring if Sissel remembers everything he should ask

yeeep Cabanela you FUCKED UP

oh, the gun :x

HON IM PRETTY SURE THE FIRST PART IS MORE IMPORTANT THE PART WHERE YOU TRIED TO SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF HIM CORNERED RATS BITE THIS IS COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY YOUR FAULT, ALL OF IT

aha, those cases, okay

and Cabanela was doing the thing because of Jowd that makes sense -_- kind of

yep, that one little snag kind of puts a question mark on the whole thing alright, that almost makes sense? kind of? makes Cabanela kind of a selfish butt doing this for his own obsession rather than for personally Jowd but makes sense

ok, the bringing him to justice minister to buy time thing actually does make a lot of sense it wasn't A LOT of time that he bought but it was just enough and that's what counts

oh hey, this guy used to have the job that the blue fake stole? (and yeah sounds like blue guys are just foreigners -_- bc they couldnt find spies that didnt stand out visually or anything)

hum not a scratch, huh regenerating dead body, okay

oh come ON Sissel don't be surprised now that part was obvious from the moment he said the corpse disappeared the meteorite's radiation, okay, quite interesting :D

"it was like a meteorite had struck me on the head" so, has that been a cause of death today yet, because if it hasn't, this looks like foreshadowing -_-

hum, so the gun would have been loaded because he controlled Kamila, which she then wouldn't have a clear memory of makes sense

HI LYNNE JUST IN TIME

arrest her to keep her safe, that actually makes perfect sense IF ONLY IT HAD WORKED LMAO no wonder pigeon guy roasted him for that in the deleted timeline XD

"while he was at it" <3 <3 <3

awwww pigeon guy was friends with him too <3

hee right on top of his striped jumpsuit honestly he looked less escaped-from-prison-ish in the paint-splattered robe thing XD

a present, huh?

awww see Sissel you don't feel lonely and that's what counts

ALRIGHT THEN :D LET'S FUCKING GO :D AND, UH, DO SOMETHING, I GUESS I love how out of proportion Sissel's powers are rewind time, talk to dead people... and move small objects a little

so, uh, Sissel, are you sure there's answers for YOU over there or did you just get into habit of telling this to yourself to feel better

okay well how the fuck did Jowd infiltrate a fucking SUBMARINE like, I just want to know the physics of how this happened?

omfg the bullet had a radio transmitter well, I have a newfound respect for Cabanela, I gotta admit like I already respected him but I just figured he shot the guy out of a desperate 'can't do anything else might as well try this' urge to do SOMETHING but nope he had a plan (which would have worked even with him dead)

wow, and he actually gave the thing to Jowd beforehand n i c e

wow, okay, that's stealthy

aha, and he can totally leave his body and wander around freely I think that was already confirmed but it's nice to know for even surer

wow, okay, what the fuck re: that thing reaching up from below that definitely looked like... something else for a moment there 0.0

aand okay the meteorite is possible to extract from his body I wonder if evil!Sissel actually knew that... or if that actually did anything to him :D

okay, what the FUCK and how many more people are dead now

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW MISSILE IS HERE TOOOOOOOO

the phone is ringing, how convenient :D

ooohkay this is tricky

so, why the fuck were there baseball and basketball balls hanging in nets under the ceiling on a submarine ... ... you know what I don't want to know

wait, Kamila can't hear him? oh, right, over the phone ghosts communicate by close range telepathy

aaand this makes the FIFTH time Lynne's dead tonight! or is it sixth? did i lose track somewhere?

AWWWW THIS SCENE IS LIKE AN OVERDOSE OF CUTE

'i wonder what happened THIS TIME' yep lmao

no actually 'i dont remember what happened after that' sounds like evil!Sissel to me, personally

but do you know what this wheel does Sissel are you sure turning it is a good idea

"I just sort of blacked out, the next thing I knew, I was dead" <3 <3 <3

"now it's all making even less sense than before" AND THAT'S SAYING *SOMETHING*

but actually okay yea this does kind of sound like an explosion that killed Lynne and knocked Kamila out

aaand nope I was absolutely correct )=

can this guy only puppet one body at a time? couldn't he have just possessed Lynne and had her slit her own throat or shoot herself or hang herself or something? that sounds a lot more productive than having a little girl fight her I mean, even if he only can puppet one body at a time, puppetting Lynne would have been a lot more productive overall, is there a reason he can't?...

or does he just love to do things in the most convoluted and roundabout manner typical to villains everywhere -_-

"nobody ever calls the dead" ARGUABLE a number of phone calls has been made this night specifically for the purpose of putting our!Sissel on the line

aand okay :D looks like the blue assholes saved Lynne just in time, sort of ...for a certain definition of 'saved'

so anyway this guy said something like 'you cannot possibly comprehend my suffering' so it would be funny if he was just a random dumbass that a bad thing hapened to one (1) time, which granted also killed him, but all the misery since then has been of his own making and he's put every single person involved in the events through worse just over the course of tonight, and simply has no sense of scale, perspective or proportion I think that would be great if the story went there XD EDITOR'S NOTE IN RETROSPECT: the story didn't go there and that was not fucking okay (it's dead women in the fridge again!)

and Sissel can't understand revenge as a concept SOUL TWINSIES WITH ME OR WHAT

lmao Lynne is starting to get touchy about how many times she's needed rescue lately XD

OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE WHY CAN'T I REACH FOR ANYTHING YET also, interesting to note that in the 4 minutes ago past, neither Lynne nor Kamila have a core looks like Sissel's interaction with this realm is limited after all, and not only by phones there's v interesting existential fuckery going on here, of the exact sort I ABSOLUTELY LOVE

oh THERE we go 'nobody ever calls the dead' ARGUABLE again and I love Lynne's signature instant-snap-into-hands-over-head animation + pose Good Reflexes

ALRIGHT, FIDDLING WITH RANDOM SHIT WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT IT MIGHT DO TIME ...and that sure worked fast

hum, a random mechanic, alright

oh hon that's a, um, what's the opposite of exaggeration I know this word in Russian >_> over...littlification? that 'restless ghosts onboard' THAT'S ONE WAY TO PUT THAT

lmao that was one odd fate change

alright, found the temsik fragment capsule, I see yay unexpectedly strong wastebucket lids (seriously, that's a whole freaking basketball, there's a reason the nets worked like that lmao)

alright, just watching the cutscene for now, that's fair this guy sure looks like he's going to abandon his entire crew and blow up the sub or something

"farewell, sir" WELL THAT DID NOT SOUND QUITE RIGHT

alright, and we're left in the capsule rather than the fragment which apparently did not have a core of its own for some reason

OMFG THERE'S A LITTLE RAT IN THE TORPEDO ARE WE GOING TO HAVE A RUBE GOLDBERG MACHINE INVOLVING A SMALL RODENT AGAIN BECAUSE THOSE ARE THE BEST KIND BUT ALSO THIS IS NOT HOW TORPEDOS WORK BUT ALSO HI RAT!!!

yeah exactly thanks Sissel! how the FUCK did it get here also I love that the characters DO pay attention to the wellbeing of innocent rats in this game <3

well, you COULD just try to get it to blow up earlier, in the water you'd be stuck but you'd be heroes, or something well, Lynne would go back to her body, Sissel would be stuck :D oh, and the rat would die, that's the bad news

YEAH LET'S SAVE THE RATTIE FIRST if this time the rat is going to be in the way rather than helping, well, I REALLY DO RESPECT THAT LET'S SAVE THE RAT

alright, after some trial and error I DID manage to get both weights in the same position (mostly by luck) and throw off the rat NOW TO SAFETY

alright, this looks promising OKAY IT ALSO LOOKS LIKE KAMILA AND LYNNE MIGHT BE SAFE FROM EVIL!SISSEL NOW THAT'S GOOD NEWS

yusss caring about rats ftw <3

that's what missiles do, huh they're unstoppable i dont know who it is i hear there but Missile is great yes

well, whatever this is, our!Sissel just turned it on maybe it's pumps to remove water!... not that they'll do much against an unplugged breach but

aha, okay, won't move for long

this movement through a machine's gears feels like the purest expression of the game's premise since the junkyard tricks at the very beginning <3

the way Kamila's speech kinda fades in from white? that worries me

...eeeyup

god but I love this game's animation. this little one of Lynne hoisting Kamila up on her back? it feels, like, PERFECTLY balanced with their weights and Lynne's strength and everything <3 <3 <3

oh my god Lynne why couldn't you just... be able to swim not that it would help much with Kamila unconscious but

oh my god Lynne is literally right here why do I still have trouble moving around freely???

oh, found it!

wow, she's climbing one-handed while carrying Kamila, that's some serious upper body strength <3

W E L P

YEP THAT'S SOME SERIOUS STRENGTH THAT SHE DIDNT JUST FUCKING FALL NOR DROP KAMILA

yeeep okay WOW

ARE YOU BOTH GOING TO DIE NOW OR WHAT okay, no, just fall, and not even in the water that's good news

LYNNE THIS IS NOT A POSE YOU WANT TO BE IN RIGHT NOW unless you're actually holding yourself against that shit in the background with your left hand and I just can't see it I guess

...nope, she was holding her chin LYNNE NO

MISSILE HURRAY

okay, the fan thing makes sense

now to swap around a bunch of broken pipes so they don't get in lynne's way, got it

FOR FUCK'S SAKE I REALLY DON'T SEE A WINNING COMBO HERE

aand I fucking lost but at least I got Sissel in position -_-

alright, now with one pipe turned off it actually works out easily it just... took me really long to realize I'd need Sissel for this one -_-

Lynne honey but have you considered: you have no fucking clue what's behind that door although presumably submarine has only been breached in one place and it's this room?

holy shit with the hook Sissel managed to hoist the combined weight of Lynne and Kamila now THAT's a nifty trick

SISSEL FOR FUCK'S SAKE SHE CAN'T MUSTER LEVERAGE FOR THIS BECAUSE SHE HAS TO HOLD HERSELF AND KAMILA UP AND SHE'S TIRED SHE CAN ASK FOR HELP EXCLUSIVELY IN SWAHILI SWEARS AND IT'D STILL BE A WAY THAT YOU HAVE TO PUT UP WITH

aww, someone's saving us!!!

someone who commented on unstoppable missiles earlier, perhaps?

right, the truth... that's still relevant. while on a sinking submarine. yep

haha sinking submaries i have just been playing oxenfree haha

oh wow that's an improvised mechanism made out of garbage sticking in a close range telekinetic field nifty shit

oh oh okay that explains absolutely nothing evil!Sissel is not evil now, or what?

lmao this is getting more confusing, but like... in a very satisfying way <3

evil!Sissel still seems to have SOME amount of powers, at least, though possibly not the manipulating humans ones? but this amount of telekinesis is still incredible

so okay our Sissel's name possibly IS Sissel, but this dude's isn't I'm more confused than ever before I doubt there are three of them, so...

ahh, Lynne making Kamila more comfortable <3 <3 <3 and again, animation is fucking excellent. just, the timing of everything? it's better than 90% of all 3D animation I've ever seen in games

power and time, okay, got it so the dawn deadline IS real, just not for him wait, possibly not for Sissel and Missile, either?

I see he still fell in his signature ridiculous pose it's less funny now, overall

ah, okay, so the time effect is different too it seems to have been the same for Sissel and Missile though? is this a personality powers deal?

I love that Missile is perfectly comfortable with weird shit because as a dog, that's about the amount of understanding he has of his everyday surroundings, too <3

oh, hum so the moment this guy actually 'died' is the moment that blue guy took out the fragment?

wipe out everybody, huh

okay, so the shooting is as we knew, kind of

the first shot missed the mark, huh? quite curious, quite curious stray bullets are known to be deadly :D

alright, so that's a conversation that mostly confirmed what we already knew we have a new ally though, sort of

aand Lynne's empathy saves the day -_- like I said earlier, this guy's feelings aren't like... unique or anything, he just sucks at theory of mind

Kamila!!! so hey kiddo this guy in front of you is the guy who killed your mom

anyway, I'm still pretty sure Sissel hadn't yet introduced himself to you when you started calling him "Sissy" so there's that lead

and Kamila makes herself comfortable <3 I love this Little Lady so much <3

AWWWW THE RADIO THING <3 <3 <3

'and what about a torpedo' WHAT ABOUT A TORPEDO LYNNE THIS SOUNDS EXTREMELY UNSAFE

KAMILA ARE YOU KIDDING ME YOU'RE TOUGH AS FUCK

OMG IT'S A GRAPE SERVING MACHINE I LOVE THE LUXURIOUS FUCK THIS WAS MADE FOR

alright, torpedo room, that works

swap the switches to get them unstuck!!!

so I'm going to guess everyone there died, too, and Sissel's going to have to prevent that, too that makes perfect sense

that 'understand exactly how he feels' thing our!Sissel and evil!Sissel are really fucking different in this particular respect :D

awww and the girls convince the doggo <3 <3 <3

so, does Kamila know about the dawn deadline for all ghosts, or

oh thank god I didn't need to control that hop this game really has a policy of not having a permaloss option <3

Yomiel, huh so that's his name

alright, and 'Sissel' is an alias ...I'm just going to keep using it for the protag, just to make things slightly less confusing

ah, so this guy had access to national secrets, and that's how he did the singer thing

and he was proven innocent offscreen <3 <3 <3 stylish

stylish animation, nice

didn't help anybody? did you ever try? because our!Sissel sure figured that shit out quickly

welp, the blue guys are assholes but then, they were also kind of dealing with an asshole I can imagine why they didn't think he was reliable to deal with :x

awww, I like the leaflet guy so much <3 <3 <3

I love how Jowd's like 'well, I'm dead, are you happy now' and Sissel's like 'so anyway about that' FUCK death not tonight, not when Sissel's here <3 <3 <3

alright, and this guy's a robot that still doesn't quite he's pretty human-like >_> I am not a fan of the blue guy in charge is all I'm saying also lmao I nicknamed this one 'iron man dracula' i didn't mean it that way but

ah, remote-controlled, alright that 'farewell' was odd then

'your country's use of technology is just plain off' I LOVE THIS

could there have been two pieces of meteorite in this guy's body? okay, nope still!

OH WOW FOUR MINUTES BEFORE HIS DEATH THAT'S THAT'S ACTUALLY EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED FROM THE VERY BEGINNING EVEN THOUGH I THOUGHT THIS BODY BELONGED TO THE WRONG 'WHOM' THIS IS SOMEWHAT MORE AMBITIOUS THAN PLANNED BUT

...okay, no, his 'death' would actually be before the control room was launched, not all those years ago STILL THIS IS THE -EXACT- THING

alright anyway this is plenty of buildup WHO THE FUCK IS OUR PROTAGONIST it's funny how so far absolutely 0 of what we've seen has pointed to that I have plenty of odd thoughts in my mind ofc 'that guy from another point of time' being the prime one as a homestuck, the possibility of there being multiple ghosts of the same person doesn't faze me in the slightest in fact it seems like an intuitive conclusion BUT THEIR PERSONALITY SURE IS DIFFERENT

anyway, :D :D :D

Final Chapter

...aha! so it counted ten years ago after all! dang :D

aha, I see that mascot thing I see baby Lynne!!!

I note how for someone threatening to shoot the kid, Yomiel's gun sure is pointing in the wrong direction AND he's holding out the kid to the side, not between himself and Jowd SOMEONE sucks at hostage taking lmao

a kitty, huh

and then a meteorite, okay

I note the lamp

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Yomiel is thinking 'so maybe I'll die in another way and all this will have not happened, that's a better outcome anyway' isn't he god his faces are Sissel faces and look this game knows EXACTLY what it's doing with its visuals exactly one facial exression of Yomiel's has not matched Sissel's I doubt it's because of lazy artists

alright, so a good plan would be swapping the mascot and the lamp

but seriously, WOW Yomiel sucks at taking hostages this game's animation is always stellar and brilliant, there's NO fucking coincidence there he was absolutely not willing in any way to put baby Lynne in actual danger, even if he pretended he did and it worked on Jowd

anyway how the fuck do we get to the lamp

'we can talk about all this later' ARGUABLE TBH the entire, like, THING is going to change oh man is everyone going to go back to their bodies 10 years ago with their new memories because that's fucking hardcore was Kamila even BORN yet

augh I DONT KNOW I CANT REACH I THINK I CANT REACH ANYTHING WHAT DO I DO MISSILE IS IN THE SWEET POTATO ON THE FOUNTAIN SISSEL IS IN THE NOZZLE BUT NOT THE CENTRAL ONE AND CANT REACH THE CENTRAL ONE WHAT DO I DO

okay sounds like I missed my chance let's try that again

ghhhh okay I think I have figured this sequence out even though I have to rewind again 1) rock the basket 2) jump into nozzle to launch the potato 3) Sissel jumps into the potato and then from the potato to the central nozzle 4) Missile jumps into the potato 5) launch the potato x2

okay, Mino fell into the fountain, not that I know how this can help because AGAIN, Missile can't reach Mino from the lantern :x and Sissel can't do absolutely fucking anything

annd the finale is a cutscene alas

alright, let's try that again...

hum we didn't get a FATE CHANGE registered after dropping Mino might this mean we have to do something right in the process?

AW YEAH THAT DEFINITELY JUST HAPPENED LMAO

are we going to kill everyone by dropping Mino on them instead XD

trick time, huh Sissel still can't reach anywhere Missile can swap two identical lanterns, not that this does anything he can talk to Sissel, for what THAT's worth

aha, the lantern dropped, Missile can move around now, that's good

Sissel still can't do shit though

well, that's the detective's LEG, not... anything else or anything

oh man, yeah... YOUNG JOWD IS A DUMBASS man, even Yomiel isn't aiming at him anymore, he's like 'hey dude are you okay' so the theory that Sissel is alternate!Yomiel is really gaining steam in my head not that it wasn't the primary one all along but

AW FUCK YEAH MISSILE THE BULLET CATCHING BADASS DOGGO!!!

anyway sweet potato?

BOO YAH um or not

OR YES ACTUALLY THAT WORKS

OH MY FUCKING GOD YEP THE LAMPPOST FUCKING MINO

awwwwww and finally the trauma of remembering your death is brought up!!!! Sissel cares <3 <3 <3 (and Yomiel doesn't at the moment NOT THAT I CAN'T UNDERSTAND THAT IN CONTEXT) (then again I'd understand it if Sissel didn't either but he's the purest being in existence so)

awwww Yomiel is finally going to contribute!!!

omfg lmao "Make it spray as if your life depended on it!" "Uh, I'm dead though" Yomiel is winning ALL the sensitivity awards tonight <3 <3 <3

I I think that Yomiel hasn't done anything yet oh, okay, we're still winning time

holy FUCK Yomiel that was definitely a thing you just did

dear Young Jowd, Yomiel is the one who saved her. Not gods

awwww and he gave baby Lynne a detective's badge <3 <3 <3 he's so good with children <3

so, can Yomiel be alive please :x ALRIGHT, HE IS THAT WORKS

THE KITTY DID THE METEORITE KILL THE KITTY

wait wait wait is is Sissel the kitty is that why he has no idea how guns work or anything else like that that that is truly fucking incredible f y'all's i AND I GUESS IT FITS WITH HIM AND MISSILE JUST GOING AROUND SAVING PEOPLE TOGETHER LIKE A BADASS DUO AND IT FITS WITH HIM GETTING KILLED BY LYNNE'S FIRST SHOT ON ACCIDENT I HONESTLY CONSIDERED A RAT OPTION FOR LIKE A SPLIT SECOND THERE

OMG OMG OMG OMG YE S AND HIS NAME REALLY IS SISSEL

god jesus fucking christ this this fucking game i just im howling this this definitely is a thing that just happened it owned me so hard im so fucking owned right now

yep hes the cat he's Yomiel's cat

aaaaaaaaaawwwwwwww there's a good reason he had identity confusion in all this they WERE confusable as one being for a while

'her' huh?

oh man wow THIS particular part of the story sucks

so Sissel was a girl's name all along? okay

but also, FUCK no wonder he went bonkers specifically about being unable to die

'his powers couldnt help anybody' more like they couldn't help ONE SPECIFIC PERSON

so that bag is a kitty carrier huh and Lynne's miss accidentally killed the kitty

LMAO THE PART WHERE WE ALL THOUGHT LYNNE HAD KILLED THE PROTAG WASN'T WRONG

I DAMN FUCKING REMEMBER THAT CAT JUST FOR YALLS I I ABSOLUTELY REMEMBERED THERE WAS A CAT THERE I JUST NEVER LINKED IT TO ANYTHING I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS A VERY PRETTY RANDOM STRAY

anyway Yomiel that's what you get for playing with guns they're deadly weapons and result in death you're fucking welcome

so anyway who the fuck is Ray

but anyway kitty Sissel saved everyone...

okay but hold on hold on hold on I didn't quite get the implications about the fiancee the first time around WHAT THE FUCK CAPCOM i was just recently thinking how fucked up it was that I remembered the last name of Polly Jenkins, just because of how much her brief story shook me

and uh I think is that also the implication here because that's not fucking okay

anyway so did Yomiel die as the result of that or nay bc that looked fucking deadly if not instantaneously so

god but this ffucking game

this fucking... game

oh Missile I'm pretty sure YOU are going to see HIM alright lmao wasn't Jowd taking him home

but also damn the original events of these ten years, as remembered by - a dog and a cat - Detective Jowd and Kamila (but not Alma, who never was brought back to life directly) - Lynne - Cabanela - the medical examiner - the minister of justice AND NO-ONE ELSE ...wait, no ALSO THE GUY FROM THE FUCKING PARK ...yep that's a thing we're doing

so another important thing is that the rock star kid is going to be okay and the curry guy, too nothing bad happened to them in this timeline, right?

ALRIGHT HI RAY WHAT/WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU

(right now my bet's on 'a rat')

oh, Sissel also killed two people tonight, that happened

lmao and in this version of evens Missile died in the presence of Temsik

omfg and Ray is alternate!Missile this is fucking amazing <3

lmao his ghost aged and lost its powers?

also the dawn deadline was a lie he just wanted to get Sissel's butt moving I FUCKING KNEW IT

I love how Sissel's just "I DID WHAT" even though he's been doing that all evening this time around too

yup doggie's a fucking liar the only real time limit is the lifetime they would have had if they were alive huh damn

but seriously I called that before I started this section of the liveblog even if I think I never actually made that post 'what are the odds Ray is a fucking liar' I don't think I ever wrote that I kept getting distracted but yep I fucking called this

THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART GOD I AM ;U; THIS DOGGO

anyway one participant of the events who definitely wasn't born yet 10 years ago is indeed Missile 0.0 how's that... gonna work...

but I do love that just... the justice minister, of all people, is also going to be in possession of those 10 years

OH MY FUCKING GOD LYNNE IS ABOUT TO HAVE A FUCKING HEART ATTACK I KNOW THERE'S NO GUN BUT JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

KAMILA WHAT THE FUCK DON'T FUCKING DO THAT THAT'S ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING

aawwwwwww IT WORKED THIS TIME AROUND

'nice to meet you' OH BOY OH BOY I GET HOW IT WORKS NOW I THINK ...uh, I'm not sure how Lynne knew to flee from the junkyard then, but either way it looks like they're only getting back their memories at the PRESENT and that's why Kamila didn't fUCKING KNOW AND REMEMBER WHAT THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH DOING THAT JUST NOW

LMAO SOMETHING'S GOING TO EXPLODE TONIGHT

oh, nevermind, it's not that yet :D but it really does sound like it's going to :D right... about... dawn? :D

aww Jowd actually carries toy badges with him everywhere <3 <3 <3 'child handling tools'

still a kitten, huh yeah, that whole Temsik thing :D

aww, and here's her, all alive and everything

SO BIG MEMORYSPLOSION PLEASE

(at dawn) (it's fucking coming that's my headcanon and you can't beat it) (a bunch of people are going to become really fucking traumatized tonight)

hey!!! Missile!!! Cabanela brought him, huh

so, what's up with Yomiel, anyway

COME ON SISSEL MAKE NICE WITH MISSILE HE CAN'T CLIMB UP THERE

that guy's imitating Cabanela lmao

Memry <3 <3 <3

very best customer, huh

AWWW ITS THIS GUY HI GUY YOU'RE OKAY NOW WITHOUT YOMIEL TO RUIN EVERYTHING YOU'RE JUST FINE

hah, and these two

.............................................yup. they died

'the indescretions of a minister perhaps?' I LOVE THIS FUCKING LADY I LOVE HER I LOVE HER

ah, these two what deal is it this time

the little rock sinter guy!!! yeah!!!!

hi medical examiner guy <3 guess you're not doing medicine after all huh

HI LEAFLET PARK GUY YOU ARE STILL CUTE

HI BAILEY

oh man oh man Yomiel :D hey are talking about Yomiel :D

SHOW ME HIS FIANCEE YOU COWARDS

lmao he's the painter this time even the robe sits the same

SO SHOW ME

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You with the green eyes... - A Barisi Fic + Accompanying Gifset

For you @rafaelsonny for the @barisigiftexchange

I apologize in advance if the fic is not what you were picturing, hopefully the gifset makes up for what it’s lacking!

If you want to read it on AO3 here...

The four times Rafael or Sonny were jealous and the one time they finally got their ish together.

Rafael doesn’t know when the smart remarks and the light banter he has going with Sonny shifts into something more for him, all he knows is that it happens gradually. Somewhere in between the biting remarks, his eyes begin to linger on Sonny’s reactions. The more they linger, the fonder he grows of Sonny. Eventually, as subtly as possible, he attempts to do something about it, without risk of completely destroying the professional capacity of their relationship.

In the middle of a particularly long case, he’s in the precinct, sitting directly across from Sonny when he sees the clock tick past 9 o’clock. They’ve been going over case files for hours, trying to find any detail that could prove fruitful but with no luck. Rafael has been watching Sonny out of the corner of his eye for the last fifteen minutes now, memorizing little details of his face. He thinks now is as good a chance as ever, so he rises from his seat, hands tucking into his pockets.

Sonny looks up at the sound the swivel chair makes and Rafael lets out a small sigh,

“I need a glass of scotch,”

Sonny sighs as well, giving a tired nod in assent which has a little bit of hope blooming in Rafael’s chest,

“You coming, detective?” He asks but Sonny’s shaking his head,

“Not tonight.” He says giving a small smile like he’s genuinely apologetic.

He rises from his seat as well, the muscles in his thighs clenching and unclenching as he stands up. He unrolls the sleeves of his shirt, drawing Rafael’s hazel gaze to forearms that disappear into gray cotton.

“I need to drop this care package off to Rollins. She’s going a little stir crazy at home, all sick.” Sonny elaborates.

“Right,” Rafael says eyes focusing on the fond expression on the detective’s face at the mention of Rollins. His blue eyes twinkling with obvious amusement and adoration, Rafael wonders how he missed it. He frowns at the tinge of disappointment he feels, quick to stomp down on it, chiding himself, Of course, he’s interested in Rollins, he thinks bitterly.

“Maybe some other time, then,” Rafael says dismissively, purposely avoiding further elaboration as he steps away from Sonny, literally and figuratively putting distance between them. He needs that scotch now more than ever.

“Goodnight, Carisi,” he says with a final, almost wistful nod, before turning and walking away.

“Night,” Sonny calls softly, watching the ADA’s speedy departure with pensive confusion.

II.

It’s not the first time that someone tries to flirt with Rafael to get their way in a plea deal and he doubts it will be the last, nevertheless, he’s a little surprised when Lisa Hassler tries to pull those kinds of moves on him.

“Fifteen years.” Rafael offers, eyes narrowing on Lisa’s face.

Her lips form a bit of a pout at the high number and she leans in a bit closer, tucking a strand of her brown hair behind one ear. She angles her body to reveal the pale expanse of her neck, staring imploringly at him with her big brown eyes. Rafael is mostly amused by her actions, though in the back of his mind he wonders what she’s up to. Even after several odd years of knowing the woman, he still doesn’t completely understand her.

“Eight,” She says her voice a soft, seductive murmur, leaning further to show off a hint of cleavage.

Rafael grins, not bothering to pretend he’s falling for it.

“Ten,” He insists, hazel gaze never leaving her own eyes.

Lisa contemplates this for a few seconds and nods, then trails her fingers flirtatiously down his hand, “Fine, throw in a date and I could work with ten.”

Rafael hears a loud flabbergasted scoff from his right side,

“Are you kidding?” Sonny demands, budding into the conversation.

Rafael waves his hand in Sonny’s direction, “Shush.”

He feels the weight of Sonny’s glare on his hand as he considers Lisa’s proposition. He knows that whatever date she’s asking him for, isn’t going to be more than a shared couple drinks while she drills him about his personal life.

“Deal.” He says and Sonny’s intake of breath is loud, but Rafael continues on anyway.

“One drink, I choose the place.” He says to her because he knows she’s shit at choosing any bar with decent drink options.

Lisa leans back, looking like the cat who got the canary, “Alright. Nice working with you Mr. Barba,” She spares them one last saucy wink, before sauntering off, pointedly sashaying her hips side to side.

Rafael watches her leave feeling both amused and confused at her antics, when Sonny’s voice cuts in, “Did you just sell yourself out for a plea deal?”

“We got the deal, didn’t we?” Rafael says in lieu of answering, not wanting to go into the lengthy explanation of Lisa’s strange sense of humor.

“Yeah, but now you have to go out with her.” Sonny protests, which causes Rafael to pause.

He turns to face Sonny whose features are frowned, blue eyes stormy and lips pursed.

“Have to?” He echoes with a cocked eyebrow, “When have you known me to do anything, I didn’t want to?”

Sonny looks taken aback, “Oh,” he says instantaneously feeling the rush of embarrassment at his presumption. Rafael graciously chooses not to comment on the sudden redness of Sonny’s ears and cheeks and sits, leans back comfortably in his chair, planting his feet on the edge of the desk.

Sonny sits back down as well, pulls another case file into his lap, trying not to feel sullen over the date that’s got an easy, self-satisfied smile curled on Rafael’s lips.

(Rafael gets a text to his cell phone 20 minutes after Lisa’s departure,

SMS 3:38 PM

Man, winding up your pretty boy sure was a lot of fun. However, I got to cancel that date after all, my girlfriend’s taking me out to dinner. Raincheck?)

III.

Sonny’s been present to witness a lot of hard cases, he knows better than anyone that Rafael works hard to serve justice for the victims, yet this is just one of those cases where it isn’t possible. He can see the toll it takes on Rafael, in the way his shoulders tense as the jury fails to reach a verdict and the judge declares a mistrial.

He wants to walk over to Rafael, put his arms around him, tell him that he did the best he could. He gets up, almost as if to do just that, before he can do anything, Liv is stepping forward. Right, he thinks, stopping himself, Rafael already has someone to comfort him. He looks away when Liv goes in for a hug.

Moments later, he follows Liv and Rafael out of the courthouse, offering Rafael a brief look of sympathy. The crowd from the courtroom heads off in different directions and Sonny belatedly realizes he’s left alone on the court steps with Rafael and Liv, he begins to regret that when a palpable silence passes between them.

It doesn’t last long though, Mrs. Rodriguez approaches them soon enough, her eyes filled with unshed tears, “Some of the jurors would like to light a candle for Hector, is that okay?” She asks uncertain,

“Of course,” Rafael says and she looks at him then, her voice shaky as she continues,

“Thank you, Mr. Barba, I…” Her voice breaks and so does the strong resolve in Rafael’s face.

Sadness pools in his eyes and she reaches forward, presses a hand to his chest as if to reassure him, “I know hard you tried,”

Rafael clasps his hand over hers for a brief moment before she pulls away. Sonny feels the sting of the guilt that pours out of Rafael as he watches her go with pursed lips. When he finally turns, he blinks once as if suddenly remembering that Sonny and Liv are still there. Rafael’s eyes focus on Liv’s dazed face, his eyes softening with something like deep affection. Sonny’s stomach coils tightly at the sight.

“Liv, how about we go up to the memorial together?”

Liv finally looks at Rafael then and something passes between them, a silent conversation that has Sonny feeling awkward like he’s interrupting something. Whatever it is, Rafael opens his mouth next,

“Carisi?” Rafael questions and when Sonny makes a confused face, Rafael gestures between Liv and him, that’s when Sonny remembers, the memorial. He shakes his head,

“I think I’m just going to spell Fin at the hospital, keep Rollins company.”

He doesn’t add that there is no way he’s willingly getting stuck between the two of them in an Uber through Manhattan traffic. He can barely handle the easy affection that flows between the two of them as it is, an enclosed space could only do worse.

IV.

Sonny accepts Amanda’s offer to head to Babies “R” Us to pick out some necessities for Jesse, not expecting to see Rafael there.

Amanda ducks into one of the aisles a couple steps back and Sonny decides to keep trudging forward with the cart. He doesn’t want to risk jostling sleeping Jesse who is tucked into his right shoulder. He’s turning the corner, guiding the cart with one hand when he pauses his stride, eyes focusing on a man in a beige jacket a couple steps ahead.

The color of the coat combined with the dark brown hair perfectly styled even at the back is enough for Sonny to know who he is. Sonny tries not to let his heart surge at the ridiculous contrast of Rafael all dressed in his usual business attire, looking very out of place, surrounded by children’s clothes. He opens his mouth to call on him but breaks off when a woman steps forward, holding an outfit out to Rafael.

Sonny’s expression falls further when he recognizes Liv, all easy smiles and, effortless beauty, laughing at the expression Rafael makes when he sees the outfit she picked out. Suddenly Sonny feels out of place and he pulls the cart back, unwilling to confront a softer, happier Rafael that isn’t directed at him. Amanda steps up behind him then, holding out two different baby bottles,

“Sonny, hey, from these two which…” She trails off, her eyes honing in on the familiar couple ahead of them,

“Is that Liv?”

“No, that’s definitely someone else—“

“Barba too?” She demands, cutting him off.

Sonny makes a placating gesture for her to keep quiet but Amanda gets a twinkle in her eye at the sudden desperation in Sonny’s eyes and she calls over to them,

“Liv!”

“How about this one?” Liv asks, holding up an orange shirt and blue short combo. Rafael wrinkles his nose at both the color combination and the implication,

“I am not willingly paying good money to have Noah wear the Mets’ colors,”

The displeasure in his voice as he says this has Liv chuckling, “Didn’t know you were such a fan of the game, counselor,”

Rafael shrugs, “A bunch of men running around in tight pants, what’s not to love?”

Liv gives an amused smile, “So have you had better luck then? We’re here because of you, I told you Noah didn’t need anything,”

He waves off her attempts to derail his plans, “It’s his birthday, the least I could do is buy the boy a decent outfit”

Liv breaks off from another protest that was on the tip of her tongue to demand,

“Is that supposed to imply all the outfits I’ve bought are subpar?”

Rafael raises both his brows, going for an innocent look,

“It is what it is, I’ve accepted it by now,”

Liv goes to make some kind of remark that is sure to have put Rafael in his place when someone calls out her name,

“Liv!”

Rafael turns with Liv to see Rollins waving to them, but the person that catches Rafael’s attention is Sonny standing behind her, a cotton covered lump with legs in one hand. Rafael’s brain belatedly computes that the lump is probably Jesse, Rollins’ baby girl. He isn’t even that surprised to see them together, looking like a picture perfect, all American family.

Unfortunately, the lack of surprise doesn’t stop the acid burn feeling, of what Rafael has come to know as envy, crawling its way up his sternum. He takes a breath, reaches to grab at Liv, hoping to end this interaction with a wave and then walk away. But Liv steps forward before he can attempt to run away and instead grabs his arm, pulling him forward, closer to them.

The women share a hug and settle into some comfortable small talk while Rafael nods stiffly at Sonny,

“Carisi,” He says politely, deciding to keep it professional, Sonny nods back at him with a small smile,

“Counselor,”

Both Sonny and Rafael stay silent, letting the women lead the conversation, Rafael choosing to zone most of it out until he hears something about Rollins showing Liv “the cutest little shoes” and then both Rollins and Liv are stepping away from them, telling them they’ll be right back.

Rafael glares at the purposeful look Liv throws his way, subtly gesturing to Sonny before hooking her arm with Rollins. Rollins unlike Sonny, doesn’t miss Liv’s gestures and she grins, unnecessarily adding, “You boys have fun now,” before heading off with Liv.

When Rafael finally turns to look at Sonny again, he catches Sonny staring longingly after Rollins and that makes the burning in his chest about ten times worse. Sonny finally turns once the two women have disappeared out of sight and in a delayed panic at being caught staring, Rafael focuses his gaze elsewhere. He remembers that Sonny is holding Rollins’ bundle of joy and he eyes the baby with apprehension, a look Sonny catches, causing a laugh to bubble out of him.

“She’s not a bomb, she’s not going to blow just ‘cuz you’re near her,” He assures Rafael with a smile that has Rafael’s knees going a little weak.

Sonny angles his body a little to show Jesse’s innocent napping face. But Rafael remains unconvinced, instead choosing to remark on how comfortable the little girl is, her cheek smushed into the curve of Sonny’s broad shoulder.

“You’re…good with her,” He comments and it makes Sonny’s smile stretch, a pleasant hue rising to the apples of his cheeks and now Rafael’s heart is clenching for a wholly different reason.

“Amanda wouldn’t keep me around if not,” Sonny says jokingly, Rafael hums his assent but knows the statement is untrue. Rollins knows a good thing when she sees one.

“So,” Sonny asks, “You’re here for what? Helpful commentary?”

“Funny,” Rafael says in a deadpan tone, which only has Sonny grinning wider,

“Oh wow counselor, pigs just might fly, you just said I was funny,”

Rafael rolls his eyes, “It’s called sarcasm, Carisi” He retorts, biting back the grin that’s spilling over, pretending that he’s not secretly enjoying their back and forth banter.

“I’m here because it’s Noah’s birthday soon, I wanted to buy him some clothes as a present,”

“Oh,” Sonny says in a weird tone of voice that has Rafael looking up and seeing a sudden shift in Sonny’s face.

Rafael goes to ask about it when Jesse makes a noise against Sonny’s shoulder and lifts her head looking adorably confused as she looks around. Her soft blue eyes land on Rafael who tries his best not to look grim but it clearly doesn’t work. Her face immediately begins to scrunch up, a wail producing from the back of her throat.

Rafael shoots Sonny combined looks of I told you so and panic at what to do and just like that, the lighthearted smile returns to Sonny’s face. He bounces his knees up and down with a smile, making soft shushing noises as he rubs a hand up and down Jesse’s back.

"It’s okay J, it’s just uncle Rafael, he’s not scary, just a grump, s'okay" He says softly, which has Rafael grimacing.

"I am not a grump," He protests, unconvincingly.

When Jesse finally quiets down, she looks at Rafael with about as much unease as Rafael is regarding her with, nuzzling into the soft material of Sonny’s shirt. Lucky baby, Rafael thinks petulantly.

Then, Jesse is babbling and Rafael doesn’t realize how close he’s gotten to Sonny until Jesse’s chubby little hand reaches out and grabs on to the collar of his jacket. Sonny smiles, clearly not noticing their proximity. Rafael almost has to hold his breath when Sonny steps closer to angle Jesse more comfortably towards him.

"There you go, see,” He murmurs softly, “Uncle Rafael's not scary at all", completely oblivious to the fact that his voice is causing Rafael pain.

Suddenly Jesse is twisting her body, following the hand that’s gripped at Rafael's collar and Rafael just lets her pull him closer till she’s got a solid grip, too distracted by Sonny to really process what’s happening.

That is until Sonny goes, "Oh you want to go to uncle Raf's arms, okay," Rafael’s daze is broken then and he tries to move away,

"What—Sonny no. I don’t think that’s a good idea,"

But Sonny ignores Rafael’s panicked protests, shifting Jesse’s weight into Rafael's arms. Rafael clutches at the unfamiliar weight in an awkward manner that has Jesse squirming from the discomfort. Rafael takes that as a sign that she’s clearly displeased with being in his arms and tries to give her back to Sonny,

"See she doesn’t like it, take her back,".

"It’s ‘cuz you’re holding her all wrong counselor,” Sonny says stepping in, face close to Rafael’s as he adjusts Jesse’s position, “You've gotta support her bottom, yes, like that," Sonny says rearranging Rafael’s arms and hands, touch purposely lingering even though Rafael doesn’t notice it.

When Jesse seems comfortable enough, she continues tugging at the collar of Rafael's jacket babbling nonsensically to him and now that she’s literally in his arms, Rafael focuses on the baby babble with a concentrated look, nodding every now and then like he can understand her.

Sonny watches the interaction, feeling like his heart is about to burst any moment and then Jesse who is pretty pleased with the amount of attention Rafael is giving her, leans forward and gives him a sloppy baby kiss, right on his chin. Rafael looks conflicted like he’s deciding whether it was cute or disgusting, maybe both. He seems to settle on cute as he gives Jesse a soft smile and pat on the back. Sonny continues to look on, envious of the fact that a baby has more game than him.

+I.

Rafael shows up at a bar near the precinct following a text message from Rita, telling him to meet her there at 7 o’clock. He shows up fifteen minutes past the hour, no Rita in sight but a young man sitting where Rita told him she would be. He gets a text message from Rita then,

SMS 7:17 PM

I got sick of you pining over your detective, figured you needed a good date or at least a decent lay. So I took the freedom to set you up with someone. Be nice, he’s still a newbie at my firm.

Rafael frowns at the text message and goes to leave, not in the mood to chat up a rookie defense attorney, but it’s too late. The young man sees him and recognition flashes over his face. He smiles at Rafael and waves him over. Rafael goes only because he’s unwilling to face Rita’s displeasure if he isn’t at least polite to the man. The young man introduces himself and they start talking. He’s friendly enough to hold up a decent conversation, not too bad on the eyes either but Rafael can’t help but think he’s no Sonny.

Twenty minutes into a conversation that is growing increasingly stilted, Rafael excuses himself to go to the restroom with the intent of ending the date once he returns. He makes his way to the poorly lit bathroom corridor when someone bumps into him,

“Sorry man,” A familiar accent says.

The tall man turns around to make sure he’s okay, “Wasn’t looking where I—counselor, is that you?” Sonny asks, leaning closer to see Rafael in the dimness of the corridor.

“Carisi,” Rafael says, equally surprised to see Sonny there.

“What are you doing here?”

“This is my go-to bar,” Sonny says with a smile. He’s wearing his suit, but his tie’s a little loose, a couple buttons undone under it. He looks pleasantly buzzed and Rafael is distracted by it all.

“What are you doing here, counselor? On a date?” Sonny questions in a teasing tone.

“Something like that,” Rafael says briefly and Sonny’s expression shifts and he flashes Rafael an overly enthusiastic smile,

“That’s great! Mind if I interrupt your date briefly to go say hi to the Lieu?”

Rafael frowns in confusion at this, “Liv? Why would Liv be here?”

“You’re on a date and she’s your girlfriend,” Sonny says slowly but at the increasing confusion on Rafael’s face, he asks uncertainly, “Isn’t she?”

The misconception startles a laugh out of Rafael. “Sonny, where did you get the impression that Liv was my girlfriend?”

Rafael is not denying that Liv is an attractive woman and if he’s being honest, maybe when he first met her, he’d thought about it, but it would never have worked out. She’s one of his best friends now and it’s much better off that way.

Sonny furrows his brows in confusion, “She’s not? Then who are you on a date with?”

Normally Rafael would very vaguely answer the question, not giving away any details. However, knowing that the date he has tonight is not one he’s willing to continue, he moves to the side and gestures to the young man he’d left in the booth.

Sonny makes a weird sound of displeasure and then weirdly enough asks, “On a scale of 1-10, how well is your date going?”

Rafael raises an eyebrow at the question, “A five?” He replies, unsure of why Sonny is asking.

“Good,” Sonny says strangely pleased and Rafael is further confused until Sonny is lurching forward, leading Rafael against the corridor wall, pressing his soft mouth against his.

Rafael’s mouth goes a little slack in surprise and Sonny uses that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. Soon Rafael forgets himself in the slow desperation of the kiss, sinking into it when his brain unhelpfully reminds him that Sonny is with Rollins. Rafael reluctantly pushes away from the kiss. Sonny makes a whine of protest, leaning in again, but Rafael stops him with a hand to his chest.

“Sonny, wait, what are you doing?”

“Kissing you, it’s pretty self-explanatory,” Sonny says with a wide smile as his eyes linger on Rafael’s lips. Rafael catches himself looking back up at Sonny’s lips as well but he shakes his head trying to disperse the thoughts,

“That’s not what I’m talking about, what about Rollins?”

“What about her?” Sonny asks, wondering why Amanda is suddenly a part of this conversation.

Rafael gives him a pointed look, “Aren’t you two playing house together?”

“What? I take care of Jesse yeah, but Amanda and I are just good friends.” Sonny explains, “You know, like you and Liv apparently.”

“Oh,” Rafael responds and then in a sudden rush, he wraps a hand around Sonny’s satin tie, swapping their positions before dragging him into another kiss.

Sonny flails a bit at the sudden movement and Rafael uses Sonny’s surprise to lick into the heat of his mouth, holding him close by the fabric of his tie. Sonny’s mouth taste like sugar mixed with alcohol and Rafael chases the sweetness with his tongue, drawing a moan from Sonny’s lips. Sonny finally makes a move then, hands winding up Rafael’s back till they tangle into Rafael’s hair. He grips it tight, pulling a bit and Rafael groans against him, breaking the kiss again.

“You’ve got to stop doing that,” Sonny complains, refusing to let go of Rafael when he leans away.

Rafael sighs against him, pressing an apologetic peck to Sonny’s chin, “I don’t want to stop either, but I don’t want our first time to be in the dingy corridor of your favorite bar.”

“Fair point, counselor. Your place or mine?” Sonny asks, stroking his fingers up and down the nape of Rafael’s neck.

“Whichever is closer,” Rafael says with another pained groan when Sonny shifts, his half hard cock pressing against Rafael’s own growing erection.

“Mine is,” Sonny says then pauses his absent-minded stroking, biting his lip as he continues, “Wait, before that. I just want to make it clear, I’m not interested in a one night stand with you. If…if that’s what you’re looking for, I don’t think—“

“Oh baby,” Rafael says, cutting Sonny off and causing him to flush a wonderful pink color at the use of the new nickname,

“I’m not interested in anything less than waking up next to you every day, if possible,”

“Oh,” Sonny says lamely, a giddy grin spilling over.

“Yeah, now come on, I’ve got to let someone down before we can head off anyway,”

In the morning when Rafael finally gets up after Sonny bribes him with caffeine, he has several unread text messages.

Rita Yesterday, SMS 8:02 PM

I was going to be mad about the way you treated the rookie but then I heard the description of who you went home with. At least you’re done with your pining now.

Liv Yesterday, SMS 8:34 PM

I heard you went home with my detective last night, congrats :)

Amanda Rollins, Yesterday, SMS 8:47 PM

Tell Sonny I told him so!

Lisa Hassler, Yesterday SMS 10:13 PM

I told you pretty boy was into you!

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