#anyways. buy it. play it. you won’t regret it.

[patrickztump]

got stray for christmas and slowly played through because i knew it was more or less a short game. last night i finished it, and months of reading about the ending, seeing gifs of it, it still didn’t prepare me for the heartbreak. i’m still quite torn up over it, because here was this nameless little cat, through bravery and tenacity fulfilling the dreams so many found out of reach. my words are no different from many others, but definitely play it if you haven’t. undoubtedly the best game i’ve ever played.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Run, Run Far Angel

Note || I am obligated as a fanfic author to write this, sue me. I got attached to DogDay, and he deserved better in Chapter 3.

WC || 2,070

<(You are here)><(sequel part)>

Sypnosis || An unlikely shortcoming of a friendly entity, or, You get a new friend in spite of this hellish factory.

The noise that had buzzed in the far reaches in the depths of your ears had annoyed you to no end, insistent to remain with you. So many times over had your guilt marred your sense of peace, your sense of futility. Whatever control you felt you had in your life was completely gone the moment you had come back to the accursed place known as Playtime Co. Toy Factory. So many unruly things had gone here, things done and said that left you chuckling–few that had left you with regrets.

Regrets that had stayed with you for well over ten years, since your co-workers had disappeared. You always had a sinking feeling you knew well what had happened to the last of them, your friends and those that you had come to consider family. 

Then you fell into Playcare, a place once filled with laughter and joy, something of which was indescribable. To know the children here and being able to hear such joyful playing and sometimes the odd cry, it was fulfilling, now the whole Factory–every floor there was to know–was devoid of the very same life you’ve come to know and love all those years ago.

Now the only thing that had tormented your mind, as it always had been since you first arrived, was your fight or flight. Instinctive you were, but you hated every minute of having to run and hide away from the monster that had presided reign over their domain, on of which the very one you had to be stuck with was-

“Catnap?” You muttered, thumbing the scarred fur that was blotched with ashy spots, as if it were burned by fire. 

The small recreational stuffed animal looked so adorable for the most part, yet it disturbed you greatly, guilt was predominant in mind and body. In all of your years you had remembered working at the Factory you don't ever recall the name of Catnap, the creepy elongated mouth had stood out to you the most.

He was hunting you, toying with you for sport. You couldn’t really understand why he hadn’t just gunned you for killing you at a moment's notice, though you felt a breath of relief that you could buy yourself time.

Supposedly some of this relief is partial to the fact that this Ollie kid was guiding you on where to go, with how dark this place was is absurd to you–so the guidance was appreciated. A voice had finally snapped you out of your ever consuming thoughts, it was terribly the truth.

“Hey are you alright? Just press that button and you’ll be through in no time! The small critters cant seem to get you from up there so you should be alright.” Ollie, yes Ollie that is the kids name. Who is this strange person anyway?

Unfortunately you weren’t in a position to worry about that right now, you simply pressed the button with the help of your grabpack. Trying to remember all the hands you had now with you was troublesome, but you manage.

‘I suppose.’ You wonder if there is anyone in this place that won’t actively be out for your head, truth be told.

Maybe that was a miracle in mind, as you walked through the desolate rubble the air seemed to desaturate, a mist once permeated with dread and the iron taste of blood seemed to float away as you came across a surprising display. Gruesome but something nobody should have to see or experience. 

It seemed to be DogDay, you could've sworn coming across a cardboard cutout of the very same character earlier. 

He seemed to be so.. Sad.

“You…you’re Poppy’s angel. Come to save us. Nothing left to save, not here…You’re in CatNap’s home, angel. Their home.” His voice was broken, forlorn, vocal cords riddled with experience he never wanted to relive again. You felt saddened on his behalf, no doubt the pain he is feeling right now is tremendous. For a moment, silence had filled the comfortable atmosphere rendering you with a small pit of anxiety balling within your gut.

Still you feel as if you had to speak, but you allow Dogday to have his part, that much you could try to do for him.

DogDay’s head lolled about as if he were a ragdoll, the effort to make movement was extraneous. “A million pairs of eyes are on you now. Watching, waiting, hungry. They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit - fill what feels empty inside themselves.” Those words sparked an ire of curiosity inside your trodden heart, you wanted to help him now.

You needed help, especially answers too. He was in pain, and you wanted to help him, so to ease your guilty conscience a little; hopefully in the process of gaining a friend at the same time. “Catnap.. Just, I don’t understand him.” DogDay raised his head, looking at you wistfully as if he had expected the aforementioned cat to be brought up. 

DogDay winced as he moved, each little rattle sending painful vibrations throughout his body–the phantom legs hadn’t brought any peace to him whatsoever.

“That thing…CatNap. The Prototype is his God, and this is what he does to heretics.” His words carried an aura of ominous spiels, as if you were to heed this warning. “These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate- and in return, they are fed.” 

In their place, you would take measures to avoid such a fate too if you would. To a point, you could sympathize with the small toys, not being able to do anything and the teetering possibility of being killed always hanging over your head. Knowing that alone is unfathomably terrifying.

“Would explain why they were hunting me previously..” You murmur, now tucking that thought to the depths of your mind. Still you wanted to hear out DogDay, for he knew better of what had gone on here then you did. His head had shagged, fur ruffled and dangling about as he had squirmed slightly.

“We tried to fight it, the Prototype’s control. I’m…the last of the Smiling Critters.” His tune was mournful, his friends really had been killed right before his very eyes. Catnap’s gas, you remember it well enough. 

You had to take a moment – articulate your words. You were completely filled to the brim with anxiety and alert, you remind yourself to not let down your guard in spite of being with someone who has no intention of wanting to kill you. “You had tried to escape, and he… knocked you out with his gas?”

DogDay’s brows creased, confirming your answer. You felt so terrible for him, causing you to be firmly set on a decision. 

You were helping him get out of here, in no way shape or form did you feel he should be left behind in shambles like this. “This is probably going to sound, insane. But I’m gonna help you get outta here.” Dogday perked up at this, nodding his head no.

He certainly didn’t want you to die, especially not on his account.

“Angel that is not wise! I will slow you down.” He persists, “Listen to me, you need to get out of this place. You need to live. You and Poppy can fix this, end this madness, the torment–” You didn’t want him to change your mind, so as immediate as you were, You desperately grabbed at his arms.

Quickly and surely enough the small critter toys had began crawling toward DogDay, you certainly would not put up with that. You fired a flare gun at the small critters, as much as you could so you could buy time to get DogDay out of his chains.

It seemed Dogday had sensed your determination to want to help him in spite of his warings, even with how much he had tried to convince you to leave. “You are doing well Angel, keep them away from me.. I will do my best to free myself of these.” His voice felt strained, cut off with a cough as he wriggled free–even if every brittle bone in his body had begged him to just lay there and rest.

You thanked him silently, continuing to work away at the critters who were highly determined in their goal to possess DogDay and resume their chase to kill you. “I am free! Quickly now Angel, quickly.” He ushered you forward to run right away, you picked him up as soon as he had done so and heaved him over your shoulders with a heavy breath as a display of your efforts. To say he was surprised at your willful strength was an understatement, he silently applauded you for your strength to keep moving.

Though, it hadn’t removed any of his worry for you as you continued to run forward, your muscles straining to keep up with your mind. From what he can understand of humans anyway, you were exhausted, though he felt it wasn’t right to speak out on it anyway–safety first before talking. 

“Almost there, Angel.. You just need to get to that elevator over there!” He jabbed his finger in the direction you needed to go, and you went on instinct with his direction. Your muscles ached and burned, but you could rest as soon as you reached the elevator, you couldn’t risk DogDay being left behind helpless with the small critters.

Speaking of which, they were still chasing you and your new companion. You wished they stopped, but you had considered an aforementioned thought, they only do this to ensure their fate wasn’t like his. Since then this has wildly changed.

You were close to the edge.

Then, you leaped, everything seemed to slow down. DogDay held on tightly, hands wrapped around your neck secured tight, to you it seemed comforting in the depths of your sudden despair.

You dropped right onto the metal plate, which luckily had railing. The door shut right behind you as DogDay had quickly made action to press the button to start up the elevator nor long after you had succeeded in jumping to the elevator. He slumped with a sigh, something you could very much agree with, sitting down with a thump following in your wake. 

Truth be told, you weren’t sure of how much more you could take much more of this nightmare. You may just as well be in a very long dream, and you were just actually sleeping at home, but no way however as the exhaustion had finally settled into your bones. 

Weary bones creaked about as DogDay made an effort to check over your slumped body, wanting to ensure you were not injured anywhere before he spoke, “Whatever questions you have..” He paused for a moment as if he were considering his words, something of which seemed to happen to a lot of people and toys alike in this Factory. “I will answer, rest for now first.”

DogDay was being his typical self, always so worried over someone else before considering his own health. His own legs being severed must be a great deal of pain, you wanted to ask him to rest too. Yet, you were too tired to respond, only nodding curtly as sleep had stolen you away from your awakened consciousness. 

A genuine smile seems to relax DogDay’s expression, you sorely needed rest. He would help you get that rest, things to talk about and things to face would come later. “You have done impossible things, you have run far. Thank you.” He quietly spoke, curling up to cuddle you. 

His head laid to rest on the crown of your head, hands and arms elongating ever so slightly to surround you in his warmth. DogDay was a leader, a friend, but he was also a good napping buddy. That much was certainly no lie to be told. 

Silence seemed to fill his ears now, sleep was creeping up to DogDay as well. Ah, he cannot sleep right now. You were in his care and vulnerable, especially considering you had gone through the trouble of freeing him. 

To those tormented, the madness had enraged man and toy, you were their saving graces. Someone they could get behind, without the utmost support where would you be now?

“Night has fallen, but for you I will do my absolute best to help you, Angel.”

[loveiis]

not proofread !

warnings: cunnilingus, cursing.

you were sitting at your desk, your two light pink monitors lit up your face in the dark room, one monitor consisted of a game of fortnite that you had been playing for a while, while the other one just sat on your screensaver.

matt had bought you both of those pretty monitors, so that you could play fortnite with him at anytime, considering you didn’t have anything to play on before he ordered them.

your fingers clicked quickly against the keyboard as you started to fight someone who was seemingly better than you. you sat in your chair in a criss-cross position as your head slightly leaned into your monitor, trying to focus.

matt, however, was sitting on the edge of your bed behind you as he scrolled mindlessly through tiktok. 

“babe.” he called lowly, setting his phone down next to him. “yes, matty?” you deadpanned, the game being too good for you to turn even just an inch.

“can you come to bed now? you said three games, but you’re on your fourth.” he sighed, leaning back on his arms. 

“m’ sorry baby, i promise after this one i will.” you mumbled as felt a little bad, you weren’t supposed to be on the game after three rounds.

but you didn’t care as much since there was too much going on. 

right now, matt was regretting buying you all of that gaming shit, he should have just let you play roblox on your phone. 

matt suddenly got an idea, maybe it would make you come sleep with him quicker, because he knew you probably weren’t for a while.

matt slowly got up from his spot on the bed, and instantly crawled on the floor so you couldn’t see him in the corner of your eyes.

you weren’t going to anyways, you were too engrossed in your game to pay attention to whatever matt was doing.

he silently crawled under your desk, getting a full view of your shorts. matt licked his lips as he uncrossed your legs.

“matt? what’re you doing under there?” your heart raced as you kept your eyes on the game.

“shh, play your game.” he said in return, pulling your legs closer to his face. you decided to stay silent, trying to put your focus back on your game.

matt started to undo the tie on your shorts, then wrapped his fingers under the waistband, tugging them downwards.

“lift.” matt simply demanded, as you lifted your hips to make it easier for him to pull down your shorts.

you cleared your throat, realizing what he was about to do. but you had to win your game, there was only one person left.

matt finished pulling down your shorts as he tossed them somewhere in the room. he pulled your panties to the side as he leaned in farther to get closer to your heat.

he grasped onto your plush thighs as he lifted them and spread them enough for him to get in between.

your body tensed as he spread your legs, your brain becoming more and more fuzzy as he continued to do this while you were in the middle of a game. 

you shook your head to rid yourself of the lack of focus you had, and leaned into your monitor more. matt finally pressed his tongue to your entrance, and licked a stripe upwards and stopped at your clit.

you shuddered at his motions, trying to keep your fingers from entangling into his hair. he pursed his lips, giving your clit a light kiss before sucking on it.

“oh fuck..” you whispered. at this point in the game, you found the last person and you’re now struggling to get the win as matt continues to pleasure you. 

his movements become faster as he laps at your pussy, occasionally fucking his tongue into you.

your breathless moans are like music to his ears. “matt… fuck..” your eyes struggle to focus, and your hands start shaking on your mouse and keyboard, making it harder for you to aim.

matt hummed against you, sending vibrations through your body as you let out a whine. 

you were now so close to releasing, and just giving up on winning the game, everything was just too much for you. “you lose that game, and i won’t let you cum, m’kay?” he mumbled against your pussy, the vibrations being too much.

you now knew that you couldn’t give up now, you wanted to cum so badly.

you tried to straighten out, narrowing your eyes as you really tried to focus again.

until matt decided to slip two of his fingers inside of you as he flicked his tongue on your clit.

“ma- matt- shit.. m’ coming..” you exhaled, feeling his fingers curl inside of you, the pleasure being way too much to handle. 

you aimed one last shot at the other player, thinking it would miss.

but as your character slowed down and the victory royale popped up on your screen, you released on matt’s fingers. 

a scrap while i work on my series :)

wc: 838 words, 4,501 characters.

divider from: @/saradika-graphics

[experimentfae]

Vox x Fem! Overlord!Reader

Oneshot / angst / fluff

You let out a sigh remembering just a couple days ago that you finally had the guts to tell you’re feeling towards alastor, after knowing each other in life and now afterlife you hoped it would go as you planned but of course it didn’t go that way’

“I’m sorry dear but… I don’t feel the same way but I would love that we stay companions.”Those words kept ringing in your head. Maybe you should have known he would reject you it’s alastor he isn’t exactly the loving type from what you heard.

But you shouldn’t and refused to set yourself back from by your business that you needed to maintain, as a business women you had to make sure it stayed successful as possible.

A knocked interrupted your paperwork “yes?” You asked “boss the Overlord Vox the tv demon wants to meet with you.” This immediately got your full attention “let him in.” Your employee opened the door to let him in.

“(Y/n) was it?.” “Yes and you must be Vox.” He smiled wider “that’s me, I wanted to buy some weapons from you.” that’s wasn’t what surprised after all in this afterlife it’s one of the two things you’re known for but what did surprise you was the way that he was looking at you.

You weren’t a fool you could tell he wanted you but you weren’t ready not yet anyway, trying to get over alastor of course. “Of course we have a large genre of any weapon of your desire, but first I want to see what you’re willing to spend.”

He smirked “gladly.” He then took out a suitcase and opened to reveal a whole jackpot. “Is this enough for you?” You smirked in return “oh very much so, looks like you’ll be my number one customer and on your first visit, impressive.” He smiled wider. You snapped you’re finger and all you’re walls moved to show all you’re weapons that are for sale.

“Nice, but while I’m deciding let’s get some drinks up here and ya know… make some small talk.” You raises your brow “small talk?” He shrugged his shoulders “yeah besides ain’t wrong to know my newest weapon dealer and the owner of my favorite club.”

“Well… I usually like just sticking to business but, I’ll let loose this once of course.” Funny enough that was a lie. This won’t be the only time you two meet. Usually it was at your club, his tv station or at each other homes.

Over time you got over alastor and started to have feelings for Vox but you had a feeling he felt the same. Thankfully he confirmed it himself “(y/n), I have feelings for you.” He seemed nervous, his right foot fidgeting his anticipation.

“I have feeling’s for you too.” you smiled seeing him get excited he then hugged you which made give out a small gasp “I’m so glad you’re not gonna regret this baby.” You chuckled “with the nicknames already then I guess I could use Voxy then.” The response made him blush “I like that but don’t tell anyone else that.” He stated making you laugh in response.

A year as passed and during all that you’re relationship with Vox was getting more serious and you wanted to surprise him with his favorite food, and tickets to a new movie that was playing in the movie theaters.

You walked into Vox’s home with a spare key you got from him, but you heard noises, you walked to you’re bedroom you hesitated, but you needed to know what the hell was going on. as you open the door you’re heart broken into pieces on the sight.

You saw as Valentino was on top of a shirtless Vox seeming to have been in a make out section but Vox noticed you instantly at door. “(Y-y/n) wait h- “what the hell is this!” You screamed feeling your hands tighten on the movie ticket you felt then slowly tear apart but that’s the least of your worries.

“Please (y/n) let me explain.” “Explain?! What? that your cheating on me, you know what I don’t even want to hear it we are threw I refuse to listen to any lame excuse!” You glared at Valentino, he had the audacity to smirk but you didn’t say anything, what could you say that he won? You refuse to admit it so you left throwing the movie tickets and food in the garbage can outside.

You did look back at the Vox’s home only last time and then you went on not giving another glance.

7 years later

It’s been 7 years sense you were gone no trace of you many people made theories but of course all of them were wrong, and with no notice or announcement. you suddenly appeared again this time working with Hazbin hotel including with alastor thankfully you didn’t have feeling’s for him still, you completely move on and still been friends for years and more to come.

You were cleaning around the hotel when alastor asked you to company him to go get food for the hotel since we were running low. You agreed, neither of you not realizing you are being recorded as you both leave the hotel.

Vox’s Pov:

I have been trying to look for (y/n) for so long… seven years it’s funny when I heard alastor was missing I would usually be ecstatic but then I realized that (y/n) also went missing… I think about her a lot.

I looked at a photo I had when we were still together, I know velveet told me to move on but I don’t think I can or ever can. For fuck sake what did alastor do to her or is she… with him I knew she had a thing for him before but I would hope it didn’t come to reality.

As you kept looking for camera any clue, any information hell maybe even another rumor and my prayers where answered but my fears seemed to also come true.

Alastor and (y/n) walking side by side to hell knows where. “No…. No, No, NO, NO!!” I yelled fisting my hands and slamming them across my keyboard very little of if I break my equipment or not. I let out breaths of rage trying to calm down but the more I looked the more I felt envy crawl up on me and especially rage “That OLD FUCK!” I immediately left thinking a plan, I’ll make her see I’m better then he will ever be.

You’re pov:

After grocery shopping with alastor, you were gonna go back to your duties, a door bell interrupt those plans, “oh is it a new demon that want to join the hotel?!” You heard Charlie yell “I don’t know yet let me check.” You replied, you opened the door to see a package that as you’re name on it.

And guessing from the blue decor you knew exactly who it was from “oh no.” You muttered, shit he figured out where you were “it’s a package for me sadly.” you answered Charlie which surprised her. “Then you see her appear from up the stairs to come down to you “really why would that be a bad thing?” “Because it’s from her ex.” Answers alastor from behind you.

Only Charlie jumped in surprise but you were used to him doing that “he’s correct I was hoping I had more time until Vox found me but I was clumsy it’s seems.”

“Oh sorry about that (y/n) I’m sure it will blow over right?” “I hope you’re right.” You threw the gift out not bothering to open it from him but sadly Charlie was oh so wrong. More gifts came, somehow he found your number so countless messages came no matter how many times you blocked him, and whenever you went beside a tv store Vox would always appear trying to start a conversation and trying to reason with you about getting back together.

It was infuriating it almost wanted make you disappear again but you refuse to back down that easily.

You watched the countless messages coming from Vox claiming how he changed and he got better for our relationship to “work” this time. Those were the usual the one that stood out to you though was.

[Fine if you won’t come to me then I’ll come to you.”]

It was the last message he sent this made you freeze in your spot and you looked to see this message was sent 20 minutes ago. for all you knew he was near. “Shit.” You anxiously looked outside not seeing him in sight, you didn’t know if you had the guts to face him at least if you did didn’t want to face him here, You texted him back quickly.

[we need to meet somewhere else we will meet at skullbrew, we can’t meet at the hotel that’s the least you can do]

[of course anything for you baby]

You rolled your eyes seeing his nickname for you, you used to love that nickname but now it’s just brings bittersweet memories. So you headed out making sure, you made it there on time.

As you walked you heard a man’s voice “hey sweetheart were you going.” You looked to see that the man was in fact talking to you “none of your concern.” This made him frown a little “come on baby, don’t be so hard headed you will love what I can offer you.” You ignored what the demon said until you felt his gross hands on your left wrist.

“Don’t act like a bitch.” You tries pulling your arm away but to no avail and like an idiot you forget to bring a weapon for yourself. “What’s the matter cat got your tongue?” This only made you glare at this cheesy remark but suddenly you see a black and blue hand sucker punch the demons face.

“What th- he looked to see Vox and his face immediately paled “shit I my bad I didn’t know she was yours I’ll just see- but he didn’t get to finish as Vox pulled out a gun and shot the demon multiple times. The demon fell to the ground in pain “what the fuck!” “Oh fuck why did you have shoot I was leaving?!?” Vox then smirked “to further the point to never bother her again and tell that to the other creeps around here.”

Vox then turned to you “see I’m better than alastor I came to your rescue.” You glared at him you hate the fact you were still attracted to this basturd. “I could’ve handled it myself.” You looked away slightly blushing this made his smirk turn to a smile “yeah you totally had that but I know you loved it when I came to your rescue.”

You rolled your eyes “whatever let’s just get to this coffee so I you can say whatever you want to say.” He eagerly followed behind you into the coffee shop.

“Let’s make this make this quick and say what you want to say.” You didn’t have the patience for small talk right now. “(Y/n) I…. miss you and I wanted to explain what was really going on seven years ago.” This made you let out a small chuckle “what really happens don’t try to gaslight me.” You growled out. “It’s the truth he… he was… forcing himself on me.” Your eyes widen “what.” “I told him that I was in a relationship with you and told him, that him and me can’t be a thing anymore.”

“You used to date him and he did that I- I just- “yes we did but I broke up with him over Angel and his abuse on me, then I meet you so didn’t go back to him like he expected me to do.” This made your eyes widen in realization.

“Wait please tell me that day was he….” He looked away but answers “yeah he did I… worst part after you left I blamed myself for that.” Now you felt terrible “Vox I… I should have listened I’m so sorry.” You begin tearing up “hey, hey. It’s not your fault you didn’t know and besides I should have cut off contact with him right after our breakup he is toxic as fuck.”

He suddenly grabbed your hand, it’s been so long since your hand as been held in his “(y/n) I want to try and give this relationship another shot. Are you two?” You looked into his eyes this time you really paid attention and saw the genuine love behind his eyes.

“Yes I wanna give this another go.” He became ecstatic he hugged you “you have no idea how much I missed you.” He stated while you returned the hug. “You gave me a couple hints these past three weeks.”

Which both of you laugh “I guess you got a point baby, but I’m better than alastor right?” You let out sigh with a smile “Voxy don’t worry about alastor is completely platonic now and besides he’s aroace.” This immediately made him smile letting out a breath of relief “oh thank satan.”

“It’s cute when you’re jealous.” He smiled “but you are so much more cuter.”

<- Back to MasterList or back to Hazbin Hotel

[spaceyaceface]

How do you think would Ominis Gaunt or Sebastian Sallow ask their favorite person to the Yule Ball?

(I'm salty that we didn't have an option to romance anyone, having the Yule Ball would have been a freaking fantastic way to introduce romance options 😂)

*slams hand down on table* WELL ANON LET ME TELL YOU I HAVE THOUGHTS.

The first is you’re so very right, we were robbed, and I’ll never forgive it.

Let’s start out with our dear Sebastian Sallow:

The boy likes to think he’s confident. And he is—in most aspects.

One of the ones he’s not so confident in is asking you to the Yule Ball.

That doesn’t stop him from pretending he is, though. Back in their dorm, he talks it up to Ominis, telling him, “Yeah, I’ll just ask them in Herbology, we’re next to each other anyways,” or “Tonight after dinner. A bit more private, after everyone else has cleared out.”

And he walks into each of those situations with the fullest intention of following through with his plans. But then he sees you and he can’t help thinking how daft he is for thinking you’d say yes. He still tries, though. He opens his mouth. He begins to speak. He even asks you something—it’s just never what he really wanted to ask.

Instead, what comes out is something like, “Want to play Gobstones in the Undercroft later?” Or “Think you could help me with my Potions essay?” And you say yes to that, so he’ll have to count that as enough for now.

Every time he goes back to his dorm knowing he’ll have to face Ominis’s exasperated sighs.

“Did you ask them?”

“Shut up.”

Again and again and again as the weeks melt away into days before the ball.

It’s when he hears someone else is planning on asking you that any inhibition vanishes in an instant. One second, his heart drops when Ominis tells him that Andrew Larson of all people is going to ask you, and the next he’s storming through the halls to find you. It doesn’t take long—you’re in a courtyard, chatting away to some other friends. He doesn’t even take the time to look around him.

“You’re going to the ball with me.”

Sebastian doesn’t even ask. He states it, eyes staring directly into yours.

You raise your eyebrow. “Since when?”

“Since I asked you.”

“And when did that happen?”

He has to think for a moment, realizing that technically, it still hasn’t, but this time, he’s quick to fix it.

“Will you do me the luxurious honor of going to the ball with me?” he finally asks, grinning.

You smile. “Yes, Sebastian. It’s about time you asked.”

When anyone asks him about it later, he’ll tell them it was a piece of cake. No big deal. Ominis will always roll his eyes at this, knowing full well that without his lie about Andrew Larson, it never would have happened.

As far as Ominis Gaunt goes:

He’s told everyone, including himself, that he doesn’t plan to go to the ball. He doesn’t want to, he claims. It’s not his thing.

Truth is, he just doesn’t want to go with anyone other than you. And he knows full well that won’t happen, as he has no intention of asking you.

You see, he doesn’t want you to feel obliged—that because he’s your friend, you have to say yes to the unpopular blind boy. He knows there are plenty other people who will ask you, so he decides to just leave it be.

Sebastian sees right through him, though, and does everything in his power to pester him until he changes his mind. It’s exhausting—which is saying a lot, because Sebastian is tiring enough on a normal day. Still, he refuses. But as the ball comes closer, he starts to feel small pangs of regret at his decision.

People talk about buying robes and dresses. Practicing dancing. There’s a contagious excitement in the air and he can’t help but get caught in it.

But he still convinced himself it’s for the best. It’s amazing you haven’t been asked yet—until suddenly, you have.

And you turned it down.

He’s shocked with Sebastian tells him, hearing the sky smirk in his voice. Garreth Weasley had asked you, and you’d said no.

It isn’t long until he goes off to find you, and soon he brings it up, his curiosity and maybe a little bit of hope getting to him.

“You said no to Garreth?” He asks.

You confirm this, and he’s baffled.

“The ball is only days away, what if you don’t get asked again?”

He’s shocked by the unworried tone in your voice when you respond. “There’s only one person I’d say yes to. Otherwise, I’m fine not going.”

Only one person… he can’t help bit frown, wishing he was the one who had captured your heart. “I suppose it’s for the best I don’t ask you and save you the trouble of rejecting someone else.”

He expects you to agree. To say sorry, but he was right. Maybe even to laugh at the mere idea.

What he doesn’t expect is for you to pause, voice going low when you finally say, “You’ll never know unless you ask.”

And it hits him that you want him to ask. That he is the one you were waiting for.

And when you say yes, he couldn’t be more overjoyed.

[loveislandthegame]

thoughts on todays volume ! thankfully it was short because i have zero energy

nyah actually kissed tristan, clap if you care 🦗

the blind dating was fun ! it was nice to have a challenge that wasn’t a complete train wreck (when it comes to MC’s part of it, at least) i can’t exactly pat myself on the back for figuring out that jesse was #4 because it was very obvious who was who, but i ended up getting him as my perfect match

shamelessly picked the options to flirt with tristan, because the dialogue is so goofy and he’s hot👹, but i kinda regret it because lisbeth gets sad/jealous 😭 i’m still not getting endgame LI vibes from him, but with the later drama i wondered if he’s going to be the “enemies to lovers” FB was hinting at in their last survey. assuming they implement it in this season and not the next one

the date was cute, even tho tristan and sofia were killing the vibe. it’s so cheap & unserious to make moving the table a diamond option (and i’m tired of this whole “double dates where the other couple is being a hot ass mess & ruining your moment with your LI” thing anyways, such a lazy plotline) anyways, we learn that jesse’s dads separated when he was 12, he lived with his dad who is a physics professor, and that’s how he got into astronomy. if i remember correctly his other dad owns a salon & jokes about being where jesse’s fashion sense comes from (something among those lines, my brain is shutting off)

afterwards we have a mini date with lisbeth ! there’s not much to say about it because it was literally just a kiss, but i hope we can get an actual date with her soon ❤️

ouuuu the recoupling 😭😭 FB remembered MC and tristan’s bombshell status just for the challenge and then threw it out the window. MC not getting first pick is diabolical (and tristan going dead last ?? lmao) i’m stuck with hayden for the rest of the season i guess . lisbeth and jesse are coupled up now, so i wonder if they’ll acknowledge that i’m romancing them both…it’ll send me into orbit if they try to give their couple a shot 💀

oh i’ll play with you 😈 i have unlimited gems and i still regret buying whatever tf MC is wearing below, i see the vision but it’s so hideous . tristan’s sleepwear is cute tho. (i’m sure nobody cares about this as much as i do but i’m tired of the guys wearing *just* underwear with some random word or keysmash on the band. give them some FLAIR 😭) anyways, what i was actually gonna point out is: thank goodness the game actually lets us be neutral in some of these situations 💀 it won’t change much of course, but at least i don’t have to deal with the second hand embarrassment of defending either of these bozos. sofia & tristan need to wrap this up in the next volume or get dumped already

i enjoyed the water fight scene ! i’ve seen that there’s a naked MC glitch here, but i managed to avoid it. probably because i only cuddled with hayden. i already know that FB dgaf about playtesting but i’m still shocked, because that’s something that should’ve been caught immediately 😭 anyways, a couple will be dumped in the next volume. with the way this season is going, i wouldn’t be surprised if it’s MC & her partner. the remaining volumes will just be us at home, watching the real main character sofia ! 😍

[archiveikemen]

Minamoto no Yoshitsune Main Story: Chapter 12

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** = Translator's note

Yoichi: How about letting Yuno tend to your wound?

Yoichi: That way, it won’t be a problem anymore.

Yoshitsune: What?

Yuno: Huh?

Yoshitsune-sama and I responded at the same time to Yoichi-san’s suggestion.

Yuno: Tend to… are you saying I’ll tend to Yoshitsune-sama’s wound!?

Yoshitsune: What are you talking about, Yoichi? I will not allow for such a thing.

Yoshitsune-sama looked unusually perplexed.

Yoichi-san pointed a finger at him.

Yoichi: Someone will find out about your wound eventually if we leave it as is.

Yoichi: There’s a limit to how well you can tend to it yourself.

Yoichi: Yuno is your best choice if you want to keep it a secret from the vassals.

Yoshitsune: Yuno is here as a hostage, not an apothecary.

(It's surprising for sure, but…)

(His wound might worsen if I don't do anything about it.)

I said firmly,

Yuno: Please let me take care of your wound, Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoshitsune: Yuno.

Yoshitsune: Do you understand what you're saying right now?

Yuno: … I do.

Yuno: Yoshitsune-sama, you’ve helped me time and time again.

Yuno: It’s precisely because you are my enemy, this is my final chance to thank you for all the help you’ve given me.

I nervously looked up at Yoshitsune-sama’s face.

Yuno: So that I’ll have no regrets later on… please allow me to perform the role of an apothecary.

(Because we’ll fight against and hurt each other when we go to war.)

Yoshitsune: … Fine.

Yoshitsune: I accept your treatment as a patient.

Yoshitsune-sama looked into my eyes.

Yoshitsune: I appreciate it, Yuno.

(Thank goodness…)

Yuno: Please leave it to me!

Yoshitsune: Those are some reassuring words, you seem like a trustworthy apothecary.

Yoichi-san, who had been watching us from the side, grinned.

Yoichi: I’ll keep watch outside in the corridor. Call me if you need anything.

…

Urged by Yoichi-san, we went to Yoshitsune-sama’s room.

(So this is where Yoshitsune-sama lives…)

The rays of sunlight shining into the room added flair to the beautiful furnishing.

Yoshitsune: I put myself in your care.

Yuno: … Understood.

Yoshitsune-sama casually removed his kimono.

Seeing his toned body felt as though I were looking at something I shouldn't be looking at.

(This is not the time for my heart to be racing. I need to focus on treating his wound.)

(Anyway… this is a really severe wound.)

The wound was deeper than I had expected, and even the slightest movement could potentially cause a great amount of pain.

I carefully cleaned the wound, applied medicine, and wrapped it up with fresh bandages.

Yoshitsune: Ggh…

Yoshitsune-sama grimaced, and I immediately stopped.

Yuno: Sorry, did that hurt?

Yoshitsune: … No. It’s fine.

Despite Yoshitsune-sama’s calm response, there was a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Yuno: I’ll finish up soon, so please bear with it a little bit more.

I was soon done with the treatment and started packing up.

Yoshitsune-sama, dressed in an unlined kimono, was expressionless as usual.

(It’ll take a while for Yoshitsune-sama’s wound to heal.)

(He tried to bear with such a serious injury without telling anyone…)

There was a boundary between us that we mustn't cross.

And yet, an uncontrollable urge welled up inside me and escaped through my lips.

Yuno: … Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoshitsune: What is it?

Yuno: Please don’t do anything rash.

Yoshitsune: …

Yuno: Nothing can change the fact that we’re enemies.

Yuno: That's why, I couldn’t bring myself to wish you well before you headed into battle.

Yuno: But now, seeing you injured… I regret not doing that.

Yoshitsune: … Yuno.

He looked at his freshly bandaged arm.

Yuno: I want you to take better care of yourself, Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoshitsune: That’s impossible.

Yuno: Why…?

Yoshitsune: I can’t defeat Yoritomo-kou unless I risk everything.

Yoshitsune: Everything will be snatched away from me if I lose. I only had to experience it once to know I never want it to happen again.

His tone contained an unwavering determination.

(... There definitely isn't anyone who can stop this man.)

Yuno: What happened between you and Yoshitsune-sama…?

My subconscious was telling me that I shouldn't have asked that question, and that I was prying too much.

Yet the urge to go further took over my heart like a storm.

Yuno: Why do both of you have to go through so much pain just to fight?

Yoshitsune: …

(... The silence is suffocating.)

Hot and cold like frozen flames, conflicting emotions burned deep inside Yoshitsune-sama's eyes.

After a moment of silence, Yoshitsune-sama spoke.

Yoshitsune: My father— who was also Yoritomo-kou’s father and the head of the Minamoto Clan…

Yoshitsune: He lost in the war against the Taira Clan and was executed.

(What…)

Yuno: … I’m not well informed of such affairs, but I’ve heard some things about it.

Yuno: The Taira Clan thrived for a period of time after emerging victorious in that war, but was eventually defeated again by the Minamoto Clan.

(But… yeah.)

(They both lost their father so tragically…)

Despite my hesitation, I probed on.

Yuno: Yoshitsune-sama, how old were you when it happened?

Yoshitsune: Due to my young age at that time, I don’t have memories of it. I only learnt about it much later.

Yuno: Y-you were that young…

Yuno: You must’ve been through a lot.

Yoshitsune: As the sons of a defeated general, Yoritomo-kou and I are considered lucky to have been spared.

Yuno: … Even the children of the defeated general were to be executed?

(Is that what being born as the son of a warrior entails?)

I bit my lips tightly, feeling a mix of fear and sadness.

Yoshitsune: In my case, my mother’s life was spared because she became the Taira Clan head’s mistress.

Yoshitsune: I heard that my mother was an extremely beautiful woman, but I have no recollection of her face. Just like how I don't remember my executed father’s appearance.

Yoshitsune: Afterwards, I was separated from my mother and held captive in Kurama-dera.

Yuno: Kurama-dera…

Yoshitsune: I told you about it before.

Yuno: Yeah, when I met you in the garden the other night.

= Flashback Start =

Yoshitsune: Before I even became old enough to understand anything that was going on, I was sent to a temple on Mount Kurama.

Yoshitsune: I have no memory of what my parents’ faces looked like.

Yoshitsune: Growing up not knowing my own lineage, I always felt ostracised.

Yuno: I didn’t expect your past to be like that…

Yoshitsune: Really?

Yuno: … Yes.

Yoshitsune: Later on in life, I found out that there were various reasons for that.

= Flashback End =

(At that point in time, I was wondering why Yoshitsune-sama was disliked.)

(People were wary of him because he was a descendant of the Minamoto Clan.)

(He was only a young child with no one to rely on and was constantly the target of ayakashi at the same time…)

Thinking of how life was for Yoshitsune-sama back then, my heart ached.

Yoshitsune: When I was at Kurama-dera, I didn't have a place where I truly belonged.

Yoshitsune: Eventually, I met a monk who had connections to the Minamoto Clan. That was how I got to know my true identity.

Yuno: … And how did you feel?

I hesitatingly asked.

Yoshitsune: I felt surprised, yet relieved.

Yoshitsune: Convinced that the temple was not where I belonged, I decided to leave.

Yoshitsune-sama spoke slowly, talking about his past.

Yoshitsune: I had nothing to my name, but the Oshu-Fujiwara Clan accepted me.

Yuno: That’s why you're based here in Oshu Hiraizumi.

Yoshitsune: That’s right. I gained my connections here.

(And so this place is precious to Yoshitsune-sama.)

His tone softened whenever he mentioned Hiraizumi.

Yoshitsune: But I left Hiraizumi again.

Yoshitsune: I learned that my half-brother, who was living in exile in Izu, was plotting a rebellion.

Yuno: … Yoritomo-sama planned to attack the Taira Clan again.

Yoshitsune: Yes.

Yoshitsune: I hurried to Yoritomo-kou’s side and fought alongside him against the Taira Clan.

Yuno: You’ve never met Yoritomo-sama even once prior to that… why?

Being on the battlefield meant that death was always lingering by your side.

It didn't take me more than one trip to the battlefield to know that.

(Them being brothers aside, risking your life for someone you’ve never met is…)

Yoshitsune: I wanted to meet someone from the same bloodline.

Yoshitsune: I had the feeling that I'd understand my identity better if I did.

Yuno: Yoshitsune-sama…

I was surprised by his unusually tender voice.

(I understand now. Blood ties are very important to someone like Yoshitsune-sama, who spent his entire childhood alone…)

Yoritomo: I was happy when I met Yoritomo-kou.

Yoshitsune: Although we had different personalities, it always seemed like we understood each other…

Yoshitsune: I sincerely felt like “ahh, this man is truly my older brother”.

Yuno: Is that how you started fighting alongside him?

Yoshitsune: Yeah.

His eyelashes drooped as he looked down pensively.

Yoshitsune: Look back, it was a foolish decision.

Yoshitsune: I respected Yoritomo-kou because he was everything I could never be. I wielded my sword on the battlefield, wanting to be useful to him.

Yoshitsune: Before I knew it, a few people started looking up to me as their leader.

Yoshitsune: Many comrades believed in me and became my followers.

(Yoshitsune-sama was born with a unique soul.)

(To him, there is nothing more important than his bond with his vassals.)

(To Yoritomo-sama, however…)

Memories of our conversation at the festival a while back flashed in the back of my head.

Yuno: You mentioned before… that you were exiled after the war against the Taira Clan.

Yoshitsune: Yeah.

Yoshitsune: I was discarded by my biological brother, someone I was bonded to by blood. It felt like being thrown to the very bottom of a ravine.

Yoshitsune: But more than that…

Yoshitsune: I couldn’t forgive Yoritomo-kou for ordering the killing of all the loyal vassals who fought hard in battle.

(Ah…)

Yoshitsune-sama’s fist was clenched so tightly his knuckle turned white.

(Yoshitsune-sama is someone who’s always honest with others…)

(To become enemies with Yoritomo-sama, whom he held in high regard, it must've hurt him deeply.)

(However…)

I looked at Yoshitsune-sama with hesitation.

Yuno: I haven't interacted with the Shogunate for long.

Yuno: However, I believe that Yoritomo-sama wouldn't do such a thing without reason.

It was hard to grasp Yoritomo-sama’s true feelings due to his two-faced character, but I knew that he was an impartial man.

(I wonder what caused the two of them to become estranged…)

Yoshitsune: It’s long past the time to be brooding over such things.

Yoshitsune-sama answered in a detached manner, as though it were a question he had asked himself countless times.

Yoshitsune: I know. That man would readily sacrifice 10,000 lives to save the lives of 100,000 people.

Yoshitsune: However…

Yoshitsune: If my loved ones are part of those 10,000 lives lost, I will have no choice but to pick up my sword.

Yoshitsune-sama’s facial expression remained unchanged, but it was clear that he held deep feelings of rage and sadness in his heart.

Yuno: Are you not… scared?

(He carries the burden of thousands of lives while fighting against his older brother whom he once respected, facing life and death on the battlefield.)

Yoshitsune: No matter how tough the situation on the battlefield becomes, I have never once felt afraid.

Yuno: Not even once…?

An image of Yoshitsune-sama fighting with otherworldly strength like a human embodiment of war flashed vividly in my mind.

(Is this why he’s so reckless in battle?)

Yoshitsune: Even when my life was hanging by a thread, it wasn't fear I felt in my heart.

Yoshitsune: It was an intense feeling of yearning that burned inside of me and kept me alive.

(This look in his eyes… he’s serious.)

Yuno: So this is why you got back on your feet and went against Yoritomo-sama…

(For the sake of all the loyal vassals who believed in him.)

Without realising it, my eyes were brimming with tears.

I didn't know for sure what I was feeling, but I couldn't look away from Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoshitsune: Everyone dies eventually.

Yoshitsune: That’s why I don't hesitate to have this life go up in flames.

Yuno: But where is your peace and happiness in all this…?

Yoshitsune: As long as the people around me are happy, I ask for nothing more.

(Why…?)

Yuno: To live like this… it’s too sorrowful!

I tightly clenched my fists, holding my emotions back from overflowing.

(Urgh... I mustn't cry.)

(The type of relationship we have doesn't permit me to shed tears for him.)

My palms hurt from my tightly clenched fists; but more than that, my heart felt like it was about to burst.

(... Why do I feel this way?)

Yoshitsune: I don’t find it sorrowful. Not now, at least.

Yuno: Huh…?

The reflection of my puzzled self in Yoshitsune-sama's eyes that seemed to pull me in wavered.

Yoshitsune: People say I have a talent for battle.

Yoshitsune: But that’s probably because there’s something I’m missing by nature.

Yuno: W-what…

(If only I could deny that.)

I feared Yoshitsune-sama when I witnessed his ferocity on the battlefield. However, as I slowly got to know him better through a series of unexpected events…

I came to know about the painful story of his life.

(That's why I understand.)

(Yoshitsune-sama is indeed… missing something crucial.)

(Despite that, he’s still a tough, upright, and beautiful person.)

Yoshitsune: That’s just how I think of it right now.

Yoshitsune: There is no doubt that I was born imperfect to protect what's important to me.

Yuno: Yoshitsune-sama… are you really okay with that?

Yoshitsune: — Doesn’t matter.

His voice sounded like the calm before a storm, sending a shiver down my spine.

Yoshitsune: This life, this body… and even this soul, don’t truly belong to me.

(Yoshitsune-sama and I are too different in terms of our birth, way of life, and mindsets.)

Had we lived ordinary lives, we would never have crossed paths.

(But now we’ve met. In the worst possible circumstances, as enemies.)

Yuno: … Yoshitsune-sama.

I slowly exhaled, calming my heart down.

Yuno: I understand how you feel now. I… don’t have anything else to say on this topic.

Yuno: However, please let me say one thing as the apothecary who treated your wound.

I pushed my personal feelings aside and searched for the appropriate words.

Yuno: Please allow yourself to rest for a few days, and refrain from overexerting yourself in the meantime.

Yuno: Also… can you let me observe the healing progress of your wound during this time?

(I haven't forgotten my position as a hostage, but I want to take responsibility for the treatment I provided.)

(This is definitely all I can do for him.)

Yoshitsune: …

Yoshitsune: Yeah. I’ll leave that to you.

His tender smile caused a sweet throbbing sensation in my heart.

Yoshitsune: Allow me to thank you once more. Thank you for treating my wound.

Yuno: Don’t mention it… I’m glad I could be of help.

Yoshitsune: Yuno.

Yuno: ah…

Yoshitsune-sama reached his hand out and touched mine.

He gently unclenched my fingers.

Yoshitsune: My way of living is the only one I know.

Yoshitsune: That’s why, I’ll continue walking down this path.

Yoshitsune: However, I’ll never forget that you treated my wound today.

Yoshitsune: Your kindness and your earnestness in being thoughtful of others— I find them beautiful.

(... I want you to stop saying such things.)

The emotions and inability to reach enlightenment developed made me feel like my breathing was about to stop.

Yuno: I have done nothing significant.

Yuno: I may be able to heal physical wounds, but I can never erase the sorrow you feel as a result of your past.

(It’s meaningless to think about things like ‘if only we weren't enemies’.)

Yuno: … I feel like I’m leaving things incomplete.

Yoshitsune: You don’t need to feel that way.

Yoshitsune-sama calmly disagreed with my words.

He must've felt unconcealable heat from my skin when our hands touched.

Yoshitsune: Right now, you're sincerely facing the sadness you’re feeling on my behalf.

Yoshitsune: As your enemy, I can sense that your words contain no flattery or self-interest.

Yoshitsune: You’re beautiful, Yuno.

I gasped, those words went straight to the core of my heart.

(... This is so cruel.)

(It’s impossible for me to see Yoshitsune-sama as an enemy.)

(I can’t leave this man alone. I don’t want to leave him alone—)

Yoshitsune: I’ll see you off.

Yoshitsune-sama slowly let go of my hand and tried to stand, when…

Yoshitsune: Ggh…

Yuno: D-don’t move. Stay right there…

I gently pushed Yoshitsune-sama back down and placed my hand over his bandaged site.

Yoshitsune: …

Yuno: Does it still hurt badly?

Yoshitsune: … No.

Yoshitsune-sama mumbled, seemingly caught off guard.

Yoshitsune: Just by touching the injury site like this…

Yoshitsune: You mysteriously made the pain disappear.

Yoshitsune: I don't sense any special powers coming from you. What did you do to me?

Yuno: Originally, touching an injury with your palm like this relieves pain; that's why it’s called “treatment”.**

**This sentence is lost in translation. I can’t explain it well, but hand = 手 and treatment = 手当て – there is a 手 in 手当て, that's why Yuno said that.

Yoshitsune: I find that hard to believe.

Yoshitsune-sama wore a sceptical look and thought for a moment…

Yoshitsune: I don’t think there’s anyone else who can cause this sort of effect on me just by touching.

Yuno: Y-Yoshitsune-sama…?

His beautiful fingers caressed my cheek, making my heart skip a beat.

Yoshitsune: You have the ability to heal.

Yoshitsune: … You’re entirely different from me.

[bbutterflies]

major thank you to everyone who’s been so excited for my (second) fake dating adrino fic!! chapter 1 is up now on ao3 go read it it's so fun!

Everything I’ve wanted

Summary:

Nino really didn't mean to get himself tangled up in the life of someone like Adrien Agreste. But it was kind of hard to say no to dating him, even if it was all fake, when he learned that Adrien was more than just a hot model. He was funny and kind and patient and a great listener – but definitely nothing more than a fake boyfriend.

Excerpt below the cut!

Nino was kind of regretting coming to this bar. It had just opened and it had seemed cool at first, but the music sucked and he was bored. He’d only had one drink and was already debating just calling it a night as he waited at the bar for another drink. This bar was weird, anyway. Some kind of rich, exclusive-type deal, he was pretty sure? He’d been excited at the idea of going out and trying something new. He usually did with Alya and Marinette, but they’d both moved to New York for work months ago, and as happy as he was for them, he was lonely without them. He’d made the impulse decision on his night off to come here.

He wished he hadn’t now, after waiting outside of this bar for an hour and paying an insane cover to get in and now being bored and hating the music. He’d finish this drink he was waiting for, he decided, and then probably just head home.

The last thing he expected was for someone – a blond, green-eyed, drop-dead gorgeous someone – to come up to him. “I need a huge favor.”

Nino stared back at him. “Who are you?”

The man grinned, eyes shining. “Someone who’s about to be incredibly grateful for your help. Do you see that girl behind me who’s, like, definitely staring at me right now?”

Nino looked over his shoulder, and there definitely was a girl watching them. “Yeah?”

“I’m trying to be nice, but I’m not into her, and she won’t leave me alone. I may have told her you were my boyfriend. And she didn’t believe me.”

Nino snorted. The entire idea that this hot stranger was his boyfriend was laughable – Nino had barely even started coming out as bi, let alone flirting with boys enough to get a boyfriend. And this guy was definitely out of his league. “Well, because you’re a liar.”

“I happen to be a very famous liar and I promise I’ll make it worth your time if you play along.” He clasped his hands in front of his chest. “Please?”

Nino leaned on the bar. “Yeah? What do I get out of it?”

The man shrugged. “A kiss, maybe. If you want it.”

“Tempting,” Nino said, and he was only half joking. This guy was cute. The bartender was back with his drink, and, well, he had an idea. “You buy the rest of my drinks tonight.”

“Done.”

“Well then, babe,” Nino said, holding out the glass. “Here you go.”

“For me? You shouldn’t have.” He glanced at it. “Like, really, you shouldn’t have. What is that?”

“Um. Alcohol?”

He stuck out his tongue. “I mean, I’ll obviously cover your tab, but that looks disgusting.”

“You don’t even know what it is.”

“Yeah, I’m getting something else.”

Nino watched him flag down the bartender and order himself a drink (some stupid seltzer that totally made sense for him to drink). “Do I at least get to know my boyfriend’s name?” he asked when the man turned back to him, drink in hand.

“Adrien.”

“That’s a lot of syllables.”

“Excuse me? It’s not that long.”

Nino shrugged. “You need a good nickname. I’ll come up with something.”

“Mm-hm. Do I get to know your name?”

“You should’ve asked before you asked me out. Honestly, I’m not convinced this isn’t some super convoluted pick up line.”

“While I would absolutely use a pick up line as complicated as this, it’s unfortunately real. That girl seriously won’t leave me alone.” Adrien stole a glance over his shoulder and turned around quickly when he realized she was still staring. “Like, really? How has she not figured out I’m not interested?”

“You don’t like girls?”

“I just don’t like her, really. And she’s just so drunk. It felt weird.”

“Well, I appreciate you not flirting with girls at bars,” Nino joked.

Adrien blinked back at him. “What?”

“Because we’re dating?” Nino explained, giving Adrien a playful shove. “C’mon, Dri, you gotta keep up.”

[lunarfleur]

Kent Fisher (hehe) dating headcanons!

Warnings: a lil bit of angst but that’s all

@juneberrie

Fluff

Where do I even begin?

Kent is a romantic

You always have flowers in your room because he buys them for you when your old ones die

He plays guitar and sings (obviously)

So he will serenade you and sing you to sleep

He only stops in between lyrics to give you a lil kiss

A lot of the time he singe older songs

Think Blackbird by The Beatles or Isn’t She Lovely by Stevie Wonder

The first few times he stayed over in your dorm you woke up and he was sleeping on the floor

It wasn’t comfortable for him at all but he didn’t want to be rude

He was just happy to be there

He is a sucker for cuddles

He just likes being held

For the love of god give him head scratches

He will end up fast asleep and practically purring

Speaking of sleeping he sleeps in shirts that are like 4 sizes too big because it’s comfortable for him

And his favorite sleeping position is spread out like a star fish

Anyways he’s kind of dumb

Not like book smart wise but like in common sense

He’s slow

So he probably needs someone who actually has common sense

Kent’s kisses change depending on the situation

In public it’s mainly quick pecks to the lips and cheeks

They’re more lingering in private

Slower, deeper, softer

He’s very gentle and very very sweet

Will offer to hold your stuff and walks you to every class

He insists on eating lunch with you

Basically he clings to you like a puppy

Hugs are normally from behind

When he’s nervous he kisses your knuckles

He smells like wood and rain water for some reason

But it’s not a bad thing, it’s actually really comforting

And now for my favorite headcanon

It’s basically an every night thing for him to slow dance with you

Just swaying in the middle of the dorm

Sometimes there’s music, other times he can’t be bothered to put anything on

It’s so easy to just get lost in him that hours could pass and you wouldn’t even notice

Angst

This poor boy has so many self esteem issues

He overthinks everything, which is the main reason he doesn’t like being away from you

It’s not that he doesn’t trust, he just doesn’t trust anyone else

He gets worried over everything

Like he gets worried if you got a little less sleep than normal one night

More than anything he overthinks about himself

Even though his sister is super popular (ily Divina) he feels like he’s just not good enough

He’s told you before that he would understand if you wanted to leave him for someone else

But with how happy he makes you, how could you?

Fights happen sometimes

And the Fisher twins are kind of known for their harsh words when someone gives them a reason to say them

So when you two argue he sometimes ends up saying the first thing that comes to mind

But then he feels bad and gets scared you won’t want him anymore :(

But he’d stay up all night making sure you didn’t go to bed mad at him

He cries a lot when things like that happen

Not because he’s trying to play the victim but because he genuinely does regret it

After the fight is over and everything is solved he still won’t get it out of his head

You two will be holding each other and he’ll randomly ask, “are we okay?”

It’s heartbreaking

And another I want to mention

He would never be able to do long distance

Just the thought of not seeing you in person for a while scares him

Just to put it plainly

He just doesn’t like himself

[apuckishwit]

Platonic Max and Eddie: “want me to stay?”

(Only if you’re still accepting prompts, of course! ❤️)

“Want me to stay?”

The offer is made quietly. Softly. Barely a whisper that nonetheless carries across the width of the downstairs guestroom in the Harrington house. She still insists on calling it a guestroom, even though it’s hers now for all intents and purposes. It’s been her room for months, but she’s still not quite ready to admit that. Not quite ready to admit that her mother isn’t going to be coming back for her—to take her back to the rebuilt trailer park, or another apartment, or even out of Hawkins altogether. No one can find Susan Mayfield and Max isn’t sure if her mother is one of the many victims of the fissures that had ripped through Hawkins last year or if she sought shelter somewhere else and just doesn’t know that Max survived or if she did know and just chose to leave anyway. Start somewhere new.

Max doesn’t know which option to hope for.

So she calls her room at Steve’s place the guestroom and Steve lets her, nodding along even as he uses the credit card his parents have never stopped payments on even though he’s supposed to be cut off to buy her furniture she likes and clothes she can maneuver into and out of easily on bad pain days and any color of paint she wants for the walls.

She shifts now on the bed, letting the big, fluffy comforter that El helped her pick out fall from her shoulders, and clicks the light on the bedside table. Eddie is lounging in her—the—doorway, hair a wild nest of tangles, dressed in flannel pants and a Hawkins High basketball team shirt that she knows will say Harrington on the back.

“Heard, uh, heard you yelling,” Eddie says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You’d sleep through an air raid,” she mutters, sharp and short, but Eddie just shrugs.

“Steve heard you yelling and woke me up,” he amends.

Neither of them have outright said anything, but they all know Eddie spends more nights here than anyone else except Max herself, and those nights are most certainly not spent in one of the other guestrooms.

And here is the thing.

On her good days—days when her limbs don’t ache quite as much, when she feels like she can walk for a while, when her head isn’t aching and her now shitty, shitty vision isn’t blurring worse—she wants Lucas and El. Dustin. Will and Mike, and now Nancy and Robin. She wants her friends (and more in the case of Lucas), wants to go out into Hawkins…to the newly-rebuilt arcade, or to one of the restaurants that are slowly coming back. She wants to claw back any bit of normalcy she can. She wants to smile and laugh with El, and hold Lucas’s hand and let him play with her hair and kiss her like she’s something beautiful and precious when the others are distracted.

On physical therapy days, or days where she knows she has to do her exercises or she’s going to regret it later, she wants Steve. She wants his firm, sure grip on her hands or shoulders, wants his steady presence at her back, wants the way he never coddles her, but also never, ever lets her fall. She wants the way he knows when she can push her muscles and when she really does need to slow down and take a break and the way he lets her rage and snarl and snap at him and just takes it in stride, bitching right back to her the way some of the others still seem afraid to do.

In the night, though…when the dreams won’t let her rest, when every shadow seems to be too dark, too menacing, when she swears she hears a growling, evil voice just underneath the wind, she wants Eddie.

El and Will are the ones who understand what Vecna and the Upside Down did to her best. But Eddie understands it all. The horror of being used by Vecna to hurt their friends. The terror of thinking they would never find a way out, that they’d be trapped and forgotten in that hellscape forever. But Eddie also understands that sometimes her dreams aren’t of Vecna at all. That some monsters can grow in the human world—no horrific government agencies, or interdimensional hell beings needed. Eddie understands all the ways a hard life can break you down, all the ways that people who are supposed to love you and care for you can let you down hard. And he understands all the sharp bits she had to develop to protect herself, is never cut by them the way the others are sometimes, because he had to develop them himself once upon a time, had to keep some of them even after he came to live with his uncle.

Max knows her friends all love her. Accept her. Will never leave her.

But Eddie gets her.

She doesn’t answer his question verbally, but gives a slow nod. Eddie just grins, scrambling into the room and immediately grabbing the overstuffed armchair in the corner and dragging it over to sit by the bed. He flops into it dramatically, and kicks his legs up onto the foot of the bed.

“So, fair maiden, shall I find something to read, shall we discuss the truly hilarious display that was Mike Wheeler trying to convince Hopper that those condoms that fell out of his backpack weren’t his—spoiler alert, they weren’t, teach that little shit to try and peek at my DM notes—”

“I knew it was you!” Max laughs, the tension already draining from her shoulders. She sits back against the headboard, tucking her comforter around her more securely. Sleep probably won’t be coming for a while, but the shadows aren’t as deep and Eddie’s voice drowns out the wind and though Steve never intrudes on their little bubble, she knows eventually the scent of hot chocolate is going to drift in from the kitchen.

Maybe tomorrow will be a good day.

[welldonebeca]

It's a Bad Idea, right? (6)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OC!Betty Warnings: Mafia AU. Secret identity au. Tension. Fluff. Flirting.

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Betty bit her thumb’s nail, grimacing at the lingering taste of rubbing alcohol on her skin, watching her tables, her mind oh, so far away.

Movement was low tonight, being Monday and all.

"Don't be so haunted. If he was a Nazi, he would've done something already," Wanda poked her playfully. "And, if I recall correctly, he was flirting with you."

Betty bit her lower lip, her mind wandering back to their encounter. Well...

Wanda patted her on the arm.

“Table 02 is ready to order,” she announced. “I’ll be back.”

She walked off, leaving her on her own to oversee her area, but all three tables were eating quietly, slowly, and savouring their food.

Wanda returned, tapping the order into the station.

"You should peg him," Wanda suggested with a sly grin.

Betty gasped in shock.

"Wanda!"

But her friend didn’t seem to mind her shock or where they were.

Wanda didn't seem fazed by her reaction or their surroundings.

"Call it a historical reparation!" she insisted. "They fucked us over, one of us fucks one of them in the ass! My bubba would love to know you gave one for the team."

Betty shook her head, feeling her face burning as she chuckled. Wanda’s Bubba was as savage as old people came, she was wonderful.

“We’ll see,” she decided.

Betty wasn’t exactly the pegging kind, anyway.

Just then, her phone vibrated in her pocket, as if on cue. She and Steffan had been texting since he left her place, and Wanda was right – Steffan was quite the flirt.

"You know what you should do?" Wanda gasped beside her. "Marry him. Give him children, and his whole lineage from now on will be composed of Jews. It'll cancel out the Nazis."

Betty stared at her, momentarily perplexed.

"I don't think that's how things work."

But she shrugged, a smile playing on her lips.

"It's been almost a century anyway," she reassured her friend. "Don't worry, I think he's fine."

Betty shook her head with a small, resigned smile.

"Yeah, fine," she mumbled.

They kept working together, but the night wasn’t very active, and when closing time arrive, they didn’t have to wait overtime for anyone to finish eating.

“I’ll stay with Mila to close,” Pietro told them in the locker room. “Do you two want to wait too?”

“We can walk ourselves home, Piet,” Wanda rolled her eyes. “Thank you.”

Pietro scoffed but didn’t hide his concern, still.

"Call me when you get there," he instructed. "And be careful out there."

She picked up her phone, at last, and found Steffan’s text waiting for her.

‘How is the night?’

Wanda didn’t have any shame in leaning into her shoulder to read the text, and all she could do was roll her eyes as she answered her.

‘Sorry for the delay in answering, I just finished my shift.’

Steffan's reply came promptly.

‘You’re closing tonight?’

She shook her head, even though he couldn’t even see her.

‘Not tonight. Just heading home. Gonna put my phone down now.’

He didn’t answer, and she hid her phone in her backpack, under her uniform, and put it in front of her body, knowing to be careful.

What wasn’t her surprise when they walked out the employee’s door and found Steffan leaning onto a brick wall.

He didn’t even notice them, but she grabbed Wanda’s by her arm and strode down with him.

The moment he noticed their presence, his whole demeanour changed, and he smiled warmly.

“Heading home, misses?” he asked.

Betty couldn't help but stifle a giggle.

"We just finished work," she replied.

Steffan's gaze lingered on her before he spoke again.

"Would you like some company on your way home?" he offered.

Wanda let her arm go, pushing her a little closer to him.

“That would be lovely,” her friend agreed. “Thank you, Steffan.”

And yet, when they started walking, Wanda took the front and left the two to walk side by side.

“I hope you don’t mind I’m doing this,” he told her, very apologetic. “I was around and I thought you could use the company.”

Betty shrugged, putting her hands in her pocket.

“You’ve done worse,” she joked.

When she looked at him, he looked absolutely embarrassed.

“It’s fine,” she touched his arm, quickly. “It’s charming.”

Steffan looked down, and his lips curled in a half-smile, one of those that you are usually trying to hide but half your face disobeys anyway.

“Charming?” he asked, and the way he spoke was, again, very charming.

She faced forward, feeling her face grow hot.

"Come on," Betty teased him. "You must know you're very charming."

Steffan chuckled heartily.

"I didn't know I was 'very' charming," he playfully retorted.

She glanced at him. How could he not? He probably had a mirror in his house.

"Although it is very flattering to hear that from such a beautiful woman," he added.

Her ears outrightly burned at the compliment, the blushing going past her face now.

“I was wondering,” he spoke slowly. “I did enjoy that bagel sandwich and… well, I was thinking about paying it back?”

"Paying?" she parroted, her curiosity piqued.

Steffan looked at her face fully.

“Well...” he spoke slowly. “I was thinking about dinner. On me, of course. Somewhere you’d like to go?”

Betty stared at him for a moment, surprised.

Oh!

"Like a date?" she asked, her voice giving in to her anticipation.

Steffan nodded with a smile on his face, looking at her very expectantly.

“Yeah,” she confirmed quickly, eager. “I would love to.”

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[windsroad]

trying to Be Brave and post some writing... I wrote this a while ago, it's my dnd character Sacha in her backstory and how she convinced her friend Cecil to take the job being executioners. (they both end up regretting it)

“So I think if we take a few more weekend night watches, we should be in a good place.”

Cecil sighed. They were at a festival, eating fried foods and playing games, and Sacha was talking about work.

“How many is a few?”

“I don’t know—maybe once a week for the next month or two?” Sacha replied absently. She cast her eyes about looking for a stall, and detoured slightly to buy fried-something for the two of them.

“That’s a lot of night shifts,” Cecil said.

Sacha stuck her food in her mouth—she didn’t care what it was, as long as it was fried—before thrusting one at Cecil. “We’ve worked harder before,” she said.

Cecil took it, but didn’t eat it. “The position—I don’t know.”

“It’s an honor!” she said, turning to look at Cecil in shock. “And with the promotion, the pay is better and there’s more time off.” Sacha took a thoughtful bite. Octopus, she thought. “The extra work will pay off in the long run.”

Cecil sighed again, twirling the skewer of fried whatever in his fingers. “I don’t know about doing executions, Sacha.” There was a whole street full of lights, smells, and sounds, but Cecil kept his eyes on the food he had not touched.

“Why should it matter,” Sacha said, between bites. She polished off the octopus—unless it was squid—and licked her fingers. “They’re all criminals, right? Convicted, too. It’s important work, and we’d be serving Aurilandur.”

“I suppose, yes,” said Cecil hesitantly. He took a bite of his food. It was squid. 

“We have to keep order, and show people we’re keeping order. Do you think we could have festivals like this if there were criminals running around? If we let murderers and thieves back onto the streets?”

Cecil finally looked up at the festival around him. It was true, everyone at the festival was smiling and having a good time. A young child was playing a festival game—knock down the bottles with a toy bow and arrow with a blunted point—and her father slyly gave the stall runner another coin to give her more chances after she missed.

It would be good to protect all that, he thought. And they’d be convicted criminals, anyway—bad people, people who harmed others.

Sacha turned and watched him. She watched as Cecil studied the family playing games, as the little girl knocked down some bottles and walked away with a treat, and as the corner of his mouth twitched slightly into a smile. 

“You’ll do it, right?”

Cecil shook his head in defeat. “Persuasive as always, Sacha,” he said. “Alright, I’ll sign up for the extra shifts.”

Sacha smiled and clapped Cecil on the back. “Great!” she exclaimed. “We’ll take the extra watches and be well on our way to big places in the Kaerfriid. This is going to be great, Cecil. You won’t regret it.”

[daemonwritesstuff]

# MATCHUP TRADE WITH @shxtodxroki — 100% COMPLETED

A/N: HIHI!! I finally got this out! And wow I wanna say that you seem like a really, REALLY a cool person. we share a lot of interests together and also your writing is AMAZING. and I made sure that everything was perfect for this! Im so happy that I was able to do a matchup trade with you and I hope we can do more in the future! Here I go!

For your Jujustu Kaisen Matchup, You have been matched with…

Toji Fushiguro!

After reading your matchup information he seemed like the perfect person I can give you, he’s able to be there for you and he doesn’t really seem to act better then anyone either. He understands how bad your anxiety is and is very patient with you, he always reassures you and gets you small things that he thinks that will make you feel a bit better.

When he first met you he thought you were the most beautiful person he’s ever laid his eyes on, and yet you are. he compliments you on your appearance a LOT, in a very good way of course. I feel like he was the person who has been helping you get better with social situations, he’s very protective of you so if anyone decides to do anything that makes you feel bad they’ll be regretting it later and they’ll be on their knees begging for you to forgive them, anyways. he’s probably teased you for crying at the sad moments of a movie but he’s always snuggling up to you and comforting you as well. your one of the few people who got him to open up about his feelings because he knows he can trust you with his feelings (he’s been through a lot and from my perspective I can see that he tries to get better but he doesn’t try hard enough…)

He likes watching you play the cello! You were teaching toji how to play the cello and you had to make sure he didn’t break any strings attached to the stick LOL. I can also see you two playing video games together, or I see him watching you play video games while your sitting on his lap. he’s also gotten you a lot of kpop albums and books (with stolen money) before! He’s also very interested in what you collect. He’s also another person that’ll help you get to sleep, he’ll bring you some chamomile tea and maybe read to you and you both fall asleep together. :)

ROUND-UPS: Nanami Kento, Suguru Geto, Shoko

For your Demon Slayer Matchup, You have been matched with…

Obanai Iguro! (+ mitsuri kanoji (though it’s mostly obanai)

I’m not sure if your surprise by this or not but he was the first person that came to mind. even though he seems kind of cruel towards other people, he really isn’t? he was the first person who understood you and tried his best to make you comfortable, he cares about you a lot, including with your sleep, he was the person who tried everything he could to help you sleep better.

He’s very patient with you whenever your feeling anxious or stressed. he’s really worried for you even if you can’t tell, he’s your comfort person you can go too, other than mitsuri. he’s probably helped you with you not break anything on accident. you guys have a lot of deep conversations together, usually private, but usually you guys talk about your interests in games while you guys eat lunch together. if your not able to talk in some situations he’ll be there to talk for you, in fact he’s always right beside you and if your confused on anything he’ll try to explain what’s happening. he’s also there whenever your making friends, he doesn’t want you to get hurt feelings or he makes sure that you aren’t making friends with the wrong kind of people.

He likes your style in clothing! You know how he gave those socks to mitsuri? he’s gotten you something to match your outfit and you wear those all the time now lol, he makes the most comfy clothes known to man I know it. He’ll also take you shopping but hopefully you won’t take too long, he had to carry too many bags from you and mitsuri buying too much stuff together.

ROUND-UPS: Uzui Tengen (+ The Wives), Muzan.

For your Mystic Messenger Matchup, You have been matched with…

Kim Jihyun! (aka V)

I had some others in mind but after rethinking for a little while I feel like he would be a more suitable choice for you. He’s able to be there for you whenever your feeling anxious. He’s been in a very dark place and he needs comfort as well, so you both comfort each other a lot (and now your his new fiancé hehe but you didn’t hear that from me… ;))

He was definitely your best friend at first before you guys started getting into a romantic relationship together. you guys work together a lot but you guys also hang out with each other whenever your not working, which is playing video games together, watching movies/tv, talking about your interests together or playing instruments. He also loves your fashion choices a lot! He always takes photos of you and he makes them look super good, and he has them in a memory book just for you (which I hope you appreciate hehe). he always makes you feel better whenever your feeling insecure, plus why would you be insecure? he thinks your the most beautiful person ever and the most funnest person ever, he cherishes you so much. he comforts you as well whenever you cry from a sad scene in a movie, he tries to contain his giggles though…

I can see you guys going on mall dates for hours and then getting coffee from a quiet coffee shop while it’s raining outside. he loves bringing gifts for you as well, if it’s kpop albums to books to keychains, he’ll buy you anything that makes him think of you whenever you get him something. He likes feeling your touch a lot, he hasn’t felt physical affection in a very long time and now he knows how good it feels again, so you’ll never have to worry about pushing his boundaries because with you you’ll never make him even the slightest uncomfortable around you.

ROUND-UPS: Zen, Choi Saeran (Unknown)

[starry-mist]

Have I done a “here’s where I think this bullshit might be leading to this season plus also some alternate options that I hate” post yet?

Anyway, here’s where I think this bullshit might be leading to this season plus also some alternate options that I hate.

It took me three tries, as per usual, to remember how to spoiler cut on my phone. Tumblr, I hate you sometimes.

Okay. Sarah. Taking Ph.D classes in behavioural science in Halifax. This is either setting up a) Mayko actually leaving or b) Sarah pulling a Julia Ogden from Murdoch Mysteries with the multiple role changes. I prefer the latter. The former is because I’ve had trust issues since season 3. (Also if Sarah nopes out to Halifax I’m gonna headcanon that she’s run away to be with Karma, fight me.)

Charlie being distant with Sarah (and also everyone.) I hate this. However, the parallel between Sarah taking classes and Julia going back to school before promptly cheating on him has to weigh on his mind. I have written a bit of an angsty fic that touches on this. Not sure if I’m ready to edit and post.

I also think Charlie is intentionally being written as a little more “rough around the edges” and I’m not a fan. And I think they’re purposely separating him and Rex from the rest because iT’s ThE hUdSoN aNd ReX sHoW.

Jesse. Joe is clearly training him in some detective skills, despite his being at a desk. I need him away from that desk. I need Sarah out of the lab. I neeeeed them to keep continuity with s5.

Charah. There is a possibility they’re taking a break. There is a possibility they just don’t have as much time together right now. Also, the promo for episode 4 100% feels like shipper bait. But I’d be happy to be pleasantly surprised.

Random hints I’ve noticed being dropped: Jesse perhaps taking another job (episode 1.) Sarah considering a new house/eventually “officially” moving in with Charlie, or they buy a place together (episode 2.) Sarah considering leaving (episode 2.) Charlie on the outs with his family (episode 2.) Charlie finishing his motorcycle because…reasons? (episode 2.) I’m wondering if episode 4 he goes in to renew his insurance and then ends up in the hostage situation. Which is quite silly but also high stakes so, there’s potential. Some of these hints feel like they could be setting up this season being the last, and they may have planned the arcs for a satisfying finale. (Look, I’d love lots of seasons too, with the caveat that they bring back the familiar format, but Diesel won’t live forever.) I haven’t watched episode 3 so I don’t know if it dropped hints.

There’s a lot riding on this week’s episode, which I may end up watching and regretting. If it confirms a Charah breakup, I’ll be back after episode 16. If it elaborates on what their current status is, and what the deal is with Sarah taking classes, I’ll accept that. The thing is, this episode is supposed to be a one hour real time episode, so I’m not expecting it to answer a ton of character questions in that hour. Though as I write this, the thought has popped into my mind that if Sarah is taking classes in psychology she might play “hostage negotiator”. Could be cool. But given they’ve so far reduced her screen time, I won’t hold my breath.

Anyway. My thoughts so far, based only on two episodes.

Also, it amuses me to no end that any time the show accounts post literally anything, the majority of comments are “tell us what the hell is happening with Charah.” Give the fans what they want, production team. We’re literally begging you.

[fluffypotatey]

Leverage Ep 11 >:3

Pre-game thoughts:

ngl the last episode was a lot of fun! got to see Nate at his breaking point, Sophie being the best (as always), ALEC AND ELIOT DUO!!!!!

also it looks like this one focuses on Parker? (at least, that’s what the blurb says 🤷🏻‍♀️) so praying for more moments for my ot3 🥰 either as duos or altogether, I do not care. just want them to have screen time 

anyway, can’t really think of anything else to add???

I mean, this is the last episode before the 2-parter finale, so I’m curious if this will touch on…..the ✨insurance company✨and that uh Crowley-looking dude (unrelated to GO!Crowley, a show I should also watch)

BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT ON WITH THE SHOW ✨ 

Reaction:

ooooooh a flashback 👀

Ok that was not a safe dose

AHHHHHH THE STOVE

NOOOOOOOOO ERNESTO

is he dead?????

oooooooooh team drama 👀

lmaooooo parents (Nate/Sophie) using jury duty as a lesson

“Yeah, I know jury duty, this seems legit” <- has only gone once

OooooOOOoooooOoOooh defendant is wearing colored shades, he must be an asshole 😂

WAIT WHAT

WHO IS FILMING THE CASE???? IS THAT LEGAL????

babe, please step the fuck away from the jury panel. i would not be in favor of you anyways with you standing so close wtf

oop! she knows!!! fuck they’re gonna strike her out 

ok but seriously who are those camera people???? are they even a real legal team???? the ick is strong, I hope they burn this other team to the ground

YES PARKER

CONVINCE THEM

SHUT NATE YOU WERE A SLIMY INSURANCE MAN BEFORE YOU DONT GET TO TALK

everybody giving Nate the stink eye, yesssssssssss 

(You would think, with how much I yell at this man, I hate him, but tis the opposite! Love him. He’s just an asshole, and I would never like him in person, great character <3)

OMFG ALEC BACKSTORY??????

YES PLEASE

NANA YOU BADASS

ELIOT AND PARKER DUOOOOOO

FUCK YES

Lmao he took the beer

literally before clicking play I was like “you know, I don’t think Parker and Eliot have been a duo yet” AND HERE WE GO

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE

nO glasses guy 🫢 was a faker?! <- is not shocked

jfc Alec is good 😍

ok what you doing Parker? oh wait nvm 

Chess???? lmao you nerd

“Hmmmm how do we show an evil character is smart…..I KNOW! Chess!”

ohhhhhh big pharma ok (can’t believe it took me this long)

WAIT WE DOING POISONED APPLE

ugh no we’re not

oh shit bribery????

ELIOT PLAYS CHESS???? you fucking nerd 💕

lmao Parker gets a lesson in social interaction (I’m so sorry, girlie, I’d hate it too, but tbh I also befriended an older lady while at jury duty so same????)

it’s ok Parker you tried your best 🫂

“I have a peanut allergy” <- love you Alec 

Nate, I sure hope you don’t regret that honeypot plan

OHHHHHHHHH oh dear ok now the brownface comments make sense

Ok show’s age has been shown

jfc Sophie wtf please tell me this is the only episode where this happened 

“I’m very spiritual” <- 🤢 god how many times have I heard this

Jesus H Christ I can’t even look at her T^T

awwwww Sophie is helping Parker

ELIOT YOU ARE SO CUTE

HES TRYING

PARKER YOU CUTIE 🥰 

i want Parker and the grandma to be friends. Like best friends

lmaooooooo she’s foreman now (I don’t think I spelled that right)

girlie, you sound like you’re giving the old man a job interview 😂

SHE GONNA BUY OUT THE LAWYER???? 

He won’t

Nate noooooooooo

ALEC

YES

MY BOY

HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN A SUIT

but also shit they are treading the legality there (<- she says even tho they do this every episode)

“Do you trust your government, Ms. Vargas?” ALEC 😂😂😂😂 bringing back the old teachings of being a Jehova Witness i see

WE ARE BARELY HALFWAY?????? (Sorry just looked at the time stamp  what do you mean it’s only been 20 minutes????)

“is that a high school yearbook?” oh my god

Alec, babe, love you, but what

ALEC I LOVE YOU

girlie you could say cauliflower steak

Awwwwwwwwwwww Parker has a friend 🤧🤧🤧🤧

Alec’s headshot is beautiful 

“It all checks out unless [says an example of exactly what Alec did]”

Ooooooh outsource mention 👀 

Nate there are cameras!!!!

“You know why they say, ‘Justice has a blindfold’? Because Justice is asleep” FUCKING DEAD

ok bro this isn’t jury duty anymore this is a trial???? did I miss the part where they finished jury selection 

OH SO HE’S AN ACTOR???

lmaooooo he was Scottish 

Awwwwwwwww Parker 🥺 “she likes rainy days” im fucking sobbing

Ok now that’s why we were only halfway 

“We win the trial” LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO

Hehe Alec has to actually win the trial

“You think lawyers aren’t just pretending and trying to fill in daddy’s shoes” ok, uh, wow 💔 

SHE GOT A BAG LUNCH 🥺🤧

Eliot on another parents trip!!!

wait who is he fighting???? Oh ok

Nate, you look so fucking dumb 😂

*gasp* THAT MEDICAL MAN IS LYING FIGHT HIM ALEC

oh ho ho! bringing up his qualifications I see 👀 why he now only doing cases in Cali 👀

OH HO 👀

HE BROUGHT UP BIN LADEN 👀

GET HIS ASS ALEC! FUCK HIM UP!!! FUCK! HIM! UP!

Alex’s closing statement 👀 omg 🥺 yes babe 🤧 beautiful 💐 take my flowers 💐💐💐💐💐

jfc I’m nervous!!!! I know this will end happy but still!!!! So nervous 🫠

nooooo, she must not figure out 🫠

Oh dear, 

OH YES THEY TURNED OFF THE TV WONDERFUL

lol yesssss girlie, burn that fucking bridge!!!! BURN THE BRIDGE!!!! DIG THAT HOLE!!!!

unrelated but her jacket is super pretty

ok ok here we go. fuck I’m nervous 

YESSSSS LETS GO BITCH

FUCK YEAH MESS WITH THEIR CAMERA

why are you revealing yourself to her????? bro she could find people to get you!!!!

OMG SHE MADE A FRIEND! GET THAT COFFEE

Final Thoughts:

this episode was so much fun!!!! we may not have gotten much of the Parker/Eliot duo but I’m still happy that they got to tag-team! Parker learning how to socialize, be a team player, and lead was just 👌👌👌👌👌👌 wonderful so proud of her T^T Alec was amazing (obviously) and fucking killed both for stalling the case and winning it <3

not as much Nate/Sophie moments besides them acting like parents to their teammates and being a well-oiled machine 😎 so I’m still satisfied! a little disappointed that there wasn’t any hint for the finale but that might just be because of the messed up order again 😔 

overall: wonderful episode, this might be my favorite of the season (tho Miracle Job still has my heart)

[nancypullen]

Oops

Soooo, I’ve been making a lot of noise about getting our back porch stained.  It’s just bare wood, and my decades in the deep south make me itchy to protect it from weather, bugs, rot, etc.  Maybe it’s different up here but I doubt it.  Anyway, we were in Easton a couple of days ago so I popped into Lowe’s and bought stain.  Our house is gray, the shutters are sort of a deep charcoal, the front porch and all the window trim is white.  In Nancy Land that means that you don’t buy any of the hundred shades of brown stain - tones from light oak to mahogany or a deep walnut.  Nope, I looked at the semi-transparent grays.  I didn’t want to match the gray of the house, I knew that I needed to compliment it with a deeper tone.  I should add, that I wanted to just paint it white to match the front porch.  The mister was adamant that white was not a good idea.  I agreed that white wouldn’t last on the floor boards, but everything else would work.  He stood his ground.  I figured if I was going to give him his way with a color choice that something attached to the back of the house was my best bet.  So I picked a color called Dutch Licorice.  I chose a semi-transparent base for the color because the sample piece of wood at the store in that color and base was just right.  Not too light, not too dark, the woodgrain showed through the wash of color - perfect.   Except it’s not.  You guys....I snapped this photo when I was about halfway finished.

Yes, I know the patio looks absolutely awful.  It’s begging to be power washed.  I’ll get to it.   But look at that stain!  Yikes!  I told my sister that it looks like Darth Vader is sitting right in the middle of my carefully curated, blossom covered, white picket fenced, birdie sanctuary.  Rats.   Because I am cheap, I used what I bought.  Lowe’s won’t let me return a can of regret.  I’ll admit, it’s finished now and looks almost okay in sunlight.  I’m going to have to brighten it up with white pots of colorful flowers. I’ll provide more pics when it gets to that point.  I can count on one hand the times in my life when I’ve regretted a color choice (we’re not talking about my hair) but this one goes on the list.   I’m glad it’s on the back of the house, but I still think the squirrels are judging it.

In other news, my itty-bitty vinca are trying really hard to show off. I’ve been so concerned about them because they haven’t seemed too robust, but they’re trying.  Hopefully they’ll fill in, flower abundantly, and that row of little flowers will become a tumble of red.

Vinca was an easy, reliable work horse in my gardens in Mt. Juliet.  Maybe they don’t like it here.  I’ve dropped sunflower seeds along the porch and they’re doing great.  I can’t remember the name, but they should be about four feet tall which would be perfect for this bed.

This little clematis is thriving, and I’ve provided some twine for it to climb toward the porch.  Grow, little girl, grow!

I rescued this baby from the orphan table for $2.00.  I think she’ll make it.  She probably won’t stay there, that’s just her ICU.  She might end up potted with some friends.  We’ll see.

This fern loves its spot by the front door.

It’s early days, but I have high hopes for this spot.

I’ll add more, but it’s coming along.

Have I made you forget about that travesty of a back porch yet? I tried not to think about it as I sat at my desk today and played with some paper and paint.  This sweet kitty kept me company.

“Animals are such agreeable friends. They ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.”   - George Eliot She told me that she didn’t care one little bit about the color of that porch. Then I remembered that cats see basically in blue and gray and realized that she doesn’t appreciate anything I do around this house.  All that matters to her is the can opener. Still, I appreciated the support.

Tomorrow the mister wants to run off to D.C.  He’s got an urge to go to the Air & Space Museum and I figure I can at least get lunch out of it. Since I’ve spent the last few days spreading mulch, scrubbing and staining that porch, and hauling and cooking groceries - I need a nice lunch in a nice place.   That’s it for me tonight.  I’m off to soak my aching bones and then read myself to sleep. More tomorrow, hopefully something fun from D.C. ,certainly more exciting than mulch and stain. Sending out loads of love, wishing you peace and contentment, and hoping that you stay safe and stay well. XOXO - Nancy