#at least it had heart !! at least it wasnt a cash grab and nothing more !! at least the music kind of slapped

[camelspit]

visibly clenching my jaw and shaking with rage. why are all the newer barbie movies trash.

[emilyjunk]

hi im sad do you have an hcs about bemily meeting at an ice cream shop?

during beca’s senior year of high school her dad makes her get a job and the only place hiring is fucking baskin robbins so... beca starts working at baskin robbins

she hates it obviously... people suck and they’re always dropping their ice cream and she has to clean it up ://///

also sometimes people come in and get like twelve samples and then end up picking vanilla and becas like wtf why??? vanilla is the most boring flavor on the whole dumb menu????

anyway the WORST is when they get HUUUUGE groups coming in like after sporting events and things... it’s so busy and chaotic

the second worst thing is when she sees people from school because that’s embarrassing. beca always pretends she doesn’t know them.

the ultra worst thing is when people from school are in a huge group

and thats what happens every fucking saturday afternoon

this huge group of girls from school comes in after their soccer game. every saturday without fail. they’re obnoxious and always make a mess and never can decide what they want

and beca like, totally doesnt even like any of them because jocks are so lame? theyre dumb and usually dicks. the soccer girls aren’t the worst but they also arent that great

so one day beca is stressing because the soccer girls are gossipping in line and becas just fucking standing there waiting for them to pick an ice cream flavor and her shift isnt over for another hour so everything just sucks... and then... then it doesnt suck so much. bc then one of the girls is like “hey guys... let’s order and take this outside so we dont hold up the line!” and she gives beca a knowing smile... so pretty and soft and empathetic

beca recognizes her, but isn’t one hundred percent sure of her name. she’s in the grade under beca, about to be a junior, and they’ve never had a class together. but beca recognizes her face from the halls.

beca decides this girl doesnt completely suck. at least as much as the others. 

after that, beca starts seeing her around all the time. she sees her in the halls at school, talking with friends at her locker. she sees her saturdays after soccer games at baskin robbins. she even sees her once at the movies when her stupid neighbor jesse drags her along to the newest superhero flick

it gets to the point where beca randomly thinks about this girl she doesnt know on and off throughout the day, and it makes her roll her eyes at herself but whatever. the girl is nice and she’s pretty and beca’s never had a gf, but she knows she really likes girls, and so just... whatever. she can think about people in her head alright? it doesnt mean anything!

“look,” cynthia rose says when the soccer girls come every saturday. “it’s beca’s crushtomer.”

“my what?” beca asks the first time this happens.

“crushtomer,” tssks her manager aubrey. “it’s when you have a crush on one of your regulars. and it’s obviously unprofessional beca.”

“she’s not my... crushtomer.”

“please. we can see your custoner from space.” beca stares and aubrey rolls her eyes. “customer boner. obviously.”

“you guys are weird.” beca scoffs.

but then the girl’s ordering and becas smiling... yeah... smiling wtf... as she scoops vanilla ice cream onto a waffle cone and god fucking dammit... she totally has a crushtomer.

alright so whatever beca has it bad for this customer but it’s whatever. she doesn’t even know the girl’s nam-

“emily!”

the girl whips her head around as her teammate comes jogging up to her and fine!!! beca knows her name.

it wouldn’t be that crazy or anything, until one time at school in the hall they make eye contact and emily is like “hey beca” and beca totally freezes.

“uh. hi emily. you, like, know my name?”

emily tilts her head to the side, her cheeks a pretty pink. “oh. yeah... i mean ive seen your nametag at baskin robbins.”

“oh.”

“i just thought i’d say hi.”

beca never thought they’d speak outside of the obligatory ice cream order and cash exchange so she’s not really sure what to do next in this situation. “uh. hi. but uh..... gotta get to class so um. bye?”

emily laughs, so cute and nice. “okay. see you around.”

and then beca is walking away and hearing giggles behind her as chloe beale whispers something in emilys ear and emily swats at her playfully. becas pretty sure she’s being laughed at, but she books it out of there too quick to care.

the next saturday, beca hates to admit it, but she’s kind of looking forward to seeing the soccer girls. it’s NOT because of her crushtomer though, okay? it’s because her shift is boring as fuck because it’s raining outside and nobody is coming in. so at least she’ll have something to do when they come

so beca waits in anticipation as her shift passes, the clock ticking down to her clock-out time... and they never come. beca finds herself almost disappointed to get off work... then she shakes out of it. fuck work. wtf?

the next saturday, beca initiates her very first small talk with emily. “so, you guys didnt come in last week. it was weird not seeing you.”

“oh,” emily pouts. “our game got rained out.” then she tilts her head, looking at beca curiously. “aw, did you miss us?” she teases.

beca snorts. “no.”

“Just me then right?”

and beca knows she’s teasing, but she feels the heat of it in her soul... and she blushes. “very funny.”

emily laughs, so bright and bubbly, the kind of laugh beca would normally hate. but she doesn’t. god she doesn’t.

emilys teammates have already all paid and taken their cones outside and it’s just beca and emily there at the register. plus CR down the counter mopping the floor but whatever, she has headphones in as she cleans so it may as well just be beca and emily okay?

“anyway.” beca says, clearing her throat. “that’s uh. $3.49.”

emily freezes, her eyes widening. she looks down at herself, pats her thighs where her pockets would be if soccer uniforms had pockets. 

“shoot,” she whispers, looking around helplessly. “one sec i forgot my wallet in my car i gotta go grab it.”

“oh,” beca says. “no, it’s cool, it’s uh... on me.”

“what? no, it’s okay. i can go get it.”

“no,” beca says, already putting her employee numbers into the register. “we get free ice cream every shift and i uh... don’t need it. so you can just use my free one. it’s cool.”

emily beams at her. “wow that’s so nice. oh my god.”

“it’s nothing, no problem.”

“no, i have to make it up to you now.”

“that’s really not necessary.”

“beca.”

“emily.”

“let me.”

beca hesitates but emily is giving her this look like a fucking puppy, all cute and persuasive. “...alright... how?”

“are you working tomorrow?”

“um no?”

“let me buy you lunch.”

beca blinks. “this was literally 3 dollars. you wanna go to like mcdonalds or something?”

emily laughs. “no i think i can afford more than the dollar menu. consider it interest.”

“what the hell? what is this? wolf of wall street?”

“oh my god beca.” emily grins. “im trying to hang out with you.”

beca stares. “hang out... with me?”

“yeah? like friends?”

“oh.”

“so...?” emily leans forward, her long ponytail swishing over her shoulder. “lunch tomorrow?”

“uh... yeah okay.”

emily gives beca her phone and beca inputs her number in some kind of daze. 

it’s not a date, beca reminds herself all during the lunch. even if emily pays and holds doors for her and is super touchy feely. it’s a friend thing. it’s just hard because they really get along. beca wasnt sure they would, because emily is smiley and nice and into sports. beca is surly and rude and fakes sick to escape gym every other week. 

but they do get along. they get along great... emily is into music and beca shows emily the mashups she makes in her free time and they bond over bands they like and beca learns emily plays like 5 different instruments.

emily is also funny, in a weird way, and her smile makes beca’s heart do weird things that hearts probably shouldn’t do.

after, emily gives her a hug and beca totally isnt a hug person but it’s the best hug she’s ever had and emily smells good, like scented girly lotion.

after that, they’re kind of friends for real. they hang out sometimes, and beca teases emily about her ice cream order (vanilla... the most boring flavor on the menu), and she even drags jesse to one of the girls’ soccer games and they text here and there, sending song recs back and forth. once emily sends beca a recording of her playing the guitar and beca swears she falls in love a little with emily’s singing voice. 

so yeah, they’re friends. then one day ... everything changes

becas just getting off her shift at baskin robbins and the soccer girls are hanging out at the tables outside, chatting and enjoying their ice cream. beca waves at emily as she walks to her car.

“beca, wait!”

emily jogs up and beca has to pretend she doesn’t think emily’s athleticism isnt the hottest thing she’s ever seen. they’re friends, she reminds herself. friends, beca. friends.

“sup?”

she throws her work bag in the back and shuts the door, turning to look at emily.

emily has a strange expression on her face. almost nervous. which is weird because emily is outgoing and friendly and talking to people doesnt really make her nervous.

“um, so.” emily glances behind her and beca peeks over her shoulder to see all the other soccer girls staring at them. emily frowns, pulling beca to the other side of her car by the arm so they’re out of view. “can i ask you something?”

“uh... sure dude?”

“what’s a crushtomer?”

beca literally almost dies on the spot. “what?”

“a crushtomer.” emily blushes, her fingers tugging at her ponytail nervously.

“oh. um. it’s like......... it’s stupid really, just some made up term thats like when a worker has a crush on one of their regulars, you know? it’s totally lame.”

“huh.” emily nods, her lips twisting. “so like, if i accidentally heard cynthia rose say im your crushtomer, then..............?”

beca really wishes she could crawl in a hole and die. “oh. you... you heard that.”

“yeah.”

“it’s just like... i mean.. we’re friends and stuff,” beca stammers. “you know, they know we’re like... fond of each other or something.”

“i see.” emily tilts her head to the side, looking beca up and down. “so it’s just a friend thing.”

“um i mean, well--”

“because like, say i didn’t want it to be a friend thing. say i wanted it to be a crush thing, like what would that mean?”

beca nearly stops breathing. “what?”

“like say maybe i think you’re cute and i like being your friend, but maybe i also have... once or twice thought about being more than friends and i dont know if you even like girls or anything and if you dont im really sorry like sooooooo sorry for making it awkward but it’s just i overheard that and i thought well just... what if it wasnt a friend thing but a real crush thing and just...” emily blushes cutely, glancing away quickly before looking back at beca. “the term is CRUSHtomer i mean it implies a romantic crush, i don’t know how to make this clearer so please just shut me up now”

“okay just... wait,” beca says, her heart going a mile a second in her chest. “You want to be my crushtomer. in a liking girls romantic way type of thing?”

“i mean...” emily shrugs. “only if you mean it that way. otherwise forgetting about this would be amazing and we could still be friends because i... i really like being your friend.”

“yes,” beca interrupts as emily opens her mouth to keep going. “no god yes. it’s stupid. crushtomer is stupid okay but yeah fine you’re my crushtomer. like... in a crush way. it’s a stupid term.”

emily stares at her for the briefest of seconds. then her face breaks open in the widest smile beca’s ever seen. “i think it’s cute.”

“it’s dumb” beca snorts.

“you wanna like, go out then?”

beca’s whole body is warm. “yeah. that’d be... cool.”

“hm.” emily is so smiley it kills. she scrunches her nose at beca. “i mean i kinda feel like we already were going out. i mean, you showed me your mixes,” she teases. “so romantic.”

“kay,” beca rolls her eyes, but she can’t stop smiling. “whatever. cant believe im gonna go out with a jock.”

emily laughs, her hand coming out to grip the top of beca’s car and effectively sandwiching beca in. “you ever kiss a jock before?”

“no,” beca murmurs, trying to keep her voice from squeaking, but emily is like, really close and holy shit she’s so pretty oh man... 

“you want to?”

beca’s breath gets caught in her throat. “yeah.”

all beca can think when they kiss is that emily tastes like ice cream and for the first time in her life, beca maybe just maybe thinks vanilla might be the most exciting flavor on the menu

[esmiblood90irisglimmer]

Say No To This (Eliza Version/Role-Reverse)

Disclaimers: LONG FANFIC!!!

Theodosia POV

Another warm summer night engulfed the city NYC where I began yawning and realizing it was already past ten o'clock. Deciding to wrap things up by going through one last files one last time before going home. Knowing Aaron would be worry sick that I stay longer at work than I’ve intentionally. Oh well, at least I can have my handsome holding me in his strong arms. Just thinking about me make me blush and giddy all shyly, which I know it’s stupid for a grown woman to be acting like a teenage girl again. Hey, that’s love for you especially being married to the man or women you’ve been for more than a decade. It’s a magical experience when you created the wondrous memories as a married couple. There’s going to be ups and downs and which is part of life and you just have to accept it. Even when you’re in complete denial. Which I could say for a certain I know that writing completely non-stop at the office next door.

You see, my old friend my dearest Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton is working her ass off to the brink of exhaustion. I worry about her but knowingly how stubborn and hard headed she can be sometimes. I often worry about her physical and mental state. I hope she doesn’t scare me like last month when she was buried alive under all those paperworks. That woman is seriously gonna give me a heart attack one these days. Anyway, as a good friend basically the mother friend of our group. I always tend to check up on her before leaving the office. Knowing that her answer will be that she’ll be spending another night here at the orphanage. I wasn’t going to argue with her about it but still at least take one day off. Then again it has taken her husband almost a decade to finally take a break from work. Well, like wife, like husband as some may say.

I see her with papers scatter around the desk with multiple profile of some the new orphanages we receive from other states. Lightly knocking on the door which caught Eliza attention which she given me her usual soft smile.  

“Yes, Mrs. Burr. Is there anything you need?” she asks

“No, I’m letting you know that I’m heading home now. It’s already past ten o’clock so Aaron is probably worry sick about me”

Eliza chuckle lightly before understanding that Aaron is a bit overprotective of me but in a cute way. Deep inside her heart she was longing for the company of Alexander but he and their children were at Upstate. Apparently, visiting her father until catching up with Lafayette mid-way through the journey to South Carolina. They wanted surprise John with a visit of their own unannounced. I can understand her loneliness but she made the choice to stay behind for the orphanage and for me. We share our goodbyes before taking my leave as I left the door to be locked. Since I didn’t want any strangers or psycho manic having the intention to murder my innocent friend. Anyway, during my walk on the way I notice a tall male with a noticeable black eye. I whine on the inside feeling that he either got it from a bar fight or from his wife.

Domestic abuse isn’t uncommon sadly and seeing the abuse victim walking toward to our orphanage is heartbreaking but brave as well. What weird about him is that he’s wearing a large black hat with a long black coat. Perhaps to cover the bruises and the scars he received from his spouse. But that one thing stood out from his outfit was a tight red shirt that would grasp on his muscular chest. Ignoring my appearance despite me waving at him to be polite but I didn’t care. He continue to walk toward the direction of the orphanage before looking at the window in which located Eliza office. It made my heart skip a beat just for a moment but there wasn’t I couldn’t do since I’m off work.

Walking away from the scene as I pray deeply that this doesn’t become that I think would lead to. I hope that Eliza doesn’t do something stupid that would cost her marriage. Then again, our Lord works in mysterious ways than beyond our imagination. I simply shrug and ignore the tangles of knot that bewling with one gut to another.

Theodosia Sr

There’s nothing like summer in the city.

Someone under stress meets someone looking sexy

There’s trouble in the air, you can smell it

And Eliza is by herself....

I’ll let her tell it

Eliza POV

I was left alone in this semi-huge orphanage just by myself working on each of the children files. Just the ones that I’m assign to but that wasn’t enough. By that, I mean the only ones here are the servants on night shift. They look after the kids making they’re sleeping peacefully. Or looking after the ones that were deeply sicks and so they manage their medication from here and there. Sighing to myself out of despair as I thought about my darling Alexander and my friendly Lafayette. They decided to go Upstate in order to visit my father since the children dearly misses him. Along with the midsummer is when they’re going to visit Laurens in South Carolina since it been so long since they last met. Mulligan is going to meet on the middle part of the journey since it would be nice to create a surprise visit for John. It’s nice to know that they all have each others but Angelica and I are separated from miles apart. Not to mention...I lost Peggy from the war after she was shot..from a signal gunshot wound. Sacrificing her life for an innocent child that had nothing to do with it. Except being a daughter of a sl....I can’t bring myself to say it. But yes, that event change me and Angelica a lot especially toward my father who clearly cherish her since she is one of his beloved daughters.

Leaving behind her husband and beautiful son behind but we still visit them but enough of the depress thing. I harshly rubbed my eyes as I been here at my office for a week. Brushing my fingers into my semi greasy hair and thought I should go home as well. Packing my things up as I thought about Alexander just holding in his arms. As we share the bed we slept in together. Or having Lafayette just escorting me around the city while trying to make me laugh. His corny jokes somehow manage to make me laugh from here and there. Just would’ve been nice to have one of them here by my side. Until I heard a knock from downstairs.

Eliza

I haven’t slept in a week

I was weak, I awake

When I’m alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall

Longing for Lafayette, Missing my Alexander

I heard a knock on the door, I knew it wasn't my husband That’s when Mister James Reynolds walked into my life He said:

Walking downstairs before opening the door to see a tall man with a large black hat and long black coat. Quite an odd outfit but I brush it off. I notice the black eye on his face which aches my heart. Knowing that this black eye must’ve come from his abusive spouse. I offer him some tea as we discuss in the living room before introducing himself to be Mr. James Reynolds. Which he announce his reasonings of why coming to the orphanage so late at night.

James Reynolds

I know you are a woman of honor

I’m so sorry to bother you at home

But I don’t know where to go

And I came here all alone...

Eliza:

He said...

James Reynolds

My wife been doing me wrong

Beating me...

Cheating me...

Mistreating me...

Suddenly, she up and gone

And, I don’t have the means to go on

I felt extremely upset to know about this poor going through an abusive marriage. Not to mention that he has a young daughter only about five years old. Wondering how could I help this man and his daughter as well. Giving me the facts that she comes and goes from three days to weeks, lead to months from on end. Decided to give him some extra crash that I’ve stock away in her desk drawer. Pulling out approximately about thirty bucks which is quite a lot back then. Thirty bucks could’ve equivalent to like a hundreds. Then again it’s the 1700s, so it wasn’t an issue trying to store a few extra cash. Giving, Mr. Reynolds the money to see that he’s very grateful that anyone would loan him such a large amount of money. Wiping the tears of joy away before leaning his arm to hold onto. Well, I didn’t see a problem for a woman to escort a find young man home.

Eliza:

So I offered him a loan, I offered to walk him home, he said

James Reynolds:

You’re too kind mam

Eliza

I gave him thirty bucks that I have stock away

He lived a block away, he said:

James Reynolds:

This one’s mine, mam

Surprisingly the the orphanage isn’t that too far off from where Reynolds live at. Then again, he live only a block away so it was only a short ten minutes. I would stand outside just letting the kind man to enter inside his house safe and sound. Hopefully, his wife is either asleep or isn’t home at the moment which brought a tight knot in my stomach.Then, i could go home and take a long hot bath and probably take the day off tomorrow. Since I haven’t slept nor bathe in a week. So, I probably smell very sticky which isn’t very ladylike of me. Turning away as I started to walk in the direction of where my home was. About to take my leave I felt James hand grabbing my own with a light blush on his face. Veryly confuse, as I didn’t prepare myself of what was about to happen next.

Eliza:

Then I said, “well, I should head back home,” He turned red, He led me to his bed Place me between his legs and said:

James Reynolds:

Stay?

Eliza:

H...Hey...

James Reynolds:

Hey...

Not even knowing what just till the last second is when I’m between Reynolds legs. With his arms around my waist as I lay on top of his bare. Apparently, I must’ve believe that he unbutton his red shirt during the time I went blank. Feeling my entire body heating up and my face turning into cherry red. Wasn’t sure how I magically escape from the grasp of his arms but that wasn’t the case. As a married woman and Reynolds being a married man shouldn’t doing something so sinful. Not to mention, I have Alexander and can’t let myself be the one to break his heart. Reaching toward the door but before getting the grasp on the knob. Reynolds held me from behind just my heart accelerating and my body hitting once again.

Feeling his lips just leaving butterflies kissing across my neck to the my bare shoulders. Barely knowledge that this man has strip my dress off my body. Leaving me in my closet and others underclothing just leaving me to shiver. Turning me around as I face this man in the eyes but adirmating his bare chest. Lightly breathing heavily but soon I mentally slap myself. Telling myself that I have a husband and children nevertheless. This devilish man has this sinfully smirk as he place his chest just feeling his heart beating.

Eliza: That’s when I began to pray:

Lord, show me how to

Say no to this

I don’t know how to

Say no to this

But my god, he looks so helpless

And his body’s saying “hell yes”

James Reynolds:

Whoa...

Eliza:

Lord, show me how to

Eliza/ Ensemble (Aka the fandom): Say no to this

Trying to put my dress back on and get the heck out there but Reynolds has other plans. Holding me closer to him as our lips were just meter aparts just barely brushing each others. The grids in my mind were grinding wildly just telling me “Get the hell out of there”. But I couldn’t feel my body, didn’t have the courage to pull away. That wasn’t the case...I didn’t want to push myself away from this find man. Turning my face away for a moment. Until, I felt him lifting my chin up just meeting my gaze to his before leaning. His lips against my own just made everything I have thought just few out the window. Before he lead me to the once again.

Eliza: I don’t know how to Eliza/ The fandom Say no to this Eliza: In my mind, I’m tryin’ to go The Fandom: Go! Go! Go!

Eliza: Then his mouth is on mine, and I don’t say…

Throughout the entire time I spent with this stranger of man just letting him pleasure. Just forgetting Alexander, Lafayette, Angelica, the kids. Basically just everyone I’ve ever knew as he and I done it in his bed. At his house, where his wife could’ve walk in on us but I didn’t care. I was alone and longing for companion. But my mind is screaming me with rage literally scolding for doing a cruel act. Letting myself get involved in adultery that I’ll soon regretted later on.

The Fandom:

No! No! Say no to this!

No! No! Say no to this!

No! No! Say no to this!

No! No! Say no to this!

Third POV

Unaware by his wife adultery with another married man, Alexander Hamilton a proud father and helpless husband. Smiling happily while looking at the pendant that his late younger sister- in law, Peggy gave to him. It was originally a birthday gift but the widely woman decided to give this little gremlin as a wedding. Chucking by the memories of the late Peggy but blush while smiling a little. It was a picture of him and Eliza on their wedding day which brought warm memories to him. That day brought heartbreaks to both Lafayette and Laurens. As the French general has fallen deeply in love with Elizabeth Schuyler but given her up for his brother. While John is in love with his best friend but was already marriage and have a daughter of his own. Still, they wanted to see this Caribbean immigrant keeping a beautiful smile while basketing his love for Eliza.

The Hamilsquad has finally reunited after being seperated from the war for far too long. Which has been nearly a decade or more since the four men last saw each others. Apparently, Burr is suppose to meet up with the others at Lauren house but wasn’t able to at the last minute. As his daughter has gotten ill which is terrible for a child to be sick during the summer. Anyway, nearly getting side tracked as the four males were playing around with the children. Dancing with them, playing with them, and etc. As the children run around Alexander pull his pendant. Staring at the picture at his beautiful as he felt helpless once again after all these years during their marriage.

Alexander / The Fandom:

Helpless!!

(Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey)

Looking into your eyes

And the sky’s the limit

(Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey)

I’m helpless

(Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey)

Lafayette saw his brother smile weakly while spinning around like the lovesick puppy that Hamilton is. Walking away from the immigrant as the French male heart tighten a bit knowing fully well that Eliza will never be his. He has come to terms with it but still heartbroken after all these years. Now, married with another woman in France with children of their own. Yet, Lafayette still loves Eliza and that would never change. Even that meant marrying someone else. As one brother is smiling happily with hearts flying around him as the other brother was staring out the window. A single tear rolled down his caramel skin before brushing it away in order not to let others know.

Alexander/Lafayette

Will she ever be satisfied?

(Down for the count,

And I’m

Drowning’ in them)

She will never be satisfied

Back at New York is where both men were unaware that Eliza is sleeping with another married man. But also growing mutual feelings for him as well. As Eliza woken up from his bed in shock and disgusted with herself for letting this happen. Trying to break it off and made sure this was a one time only moment. Well ain’t that fantasy that Eliza suddenly ask for too much. As the guilt and regrets will arrive years later and she won’t even how the affair being leak out. Though she didn’t care and immediately left the house luckily, no one was around to started ridiculous gossip. Heading straight home to take a bath and sleep hopefully this is the final counter she’ll have with Reynolds. Or so she thought.

Eliza: I wish I could say that was the last time I said that last time. It became a pastime A month into this endeavor I received a letter From a Mrs. Maria Reynolds, even better, it said: Maria: Dear Madam, I hope this letter finds you in good health And in a prosperous enough position to put wealth In the pockets of people like me: down on their luck You see, that was my husband who you decided to Eliza: Shhhh—

A month past by and her affair with Reynolds continue and escalated to him spending multiple night at her house. As they slept on the same bed that she with her darling Alexander. No matter how many time she wanted to call this affair off. Reynolds always seduce her back into his arms by that charming and charismatic attitude of his. Those methods always make her legs jelly and wobbling. It lead them to exchanging tiny little love letters from here and there. Until one day, at her office Theodosia brought her letter which was sent from Mrs. Maria Reynolds. Feeling her blood run before locking the door. Reading the telegrams which is promptly by none other than Reynolds wife. Claiming that she knows about the affair and herself as well. A large lump began to form in his throat as she continue reading the paper. Feeling that dark presented behind Eliza back just feeling Maria mocking her for sleeping with her own husband.

Yet, that not even the worst part.

Maria: Uh-oh! You made the wrong sucker a cuckold So time to pay the piper for the dress you stripped And hey, you can keep seeing’ that piece of shit If the price is right: if not I’m telling your man

Straight up blackmailing the young wife that if she doesn’t pay in the correct. This other wife would spill the details to her Alexander. In pure anger, she races out of her office but not without leaving confuse looks on her coworkers face’s. Nearly running toward Reynolds house as she proudly let herself to slam the door shut harshly. Racing toward upstairs as I saw James right before myself as I proceeded to slap him hard across the face. Shock but also hurt by this reaction as Eliza shove the letter in front of the man’s face.

Eliza: I hid the letter and I raced to his place Screamed

“How could you?!”

in his face He said: James No, Mam!!

Eliza:

Half dressed, apologetic. A mess, he looked

Pathetic, he cried:

James:

Please don’t go, mam!

Not caring if this man was even half naked or half dress in front of her. This affair is officially over but Reynolds grabbed Eliza’s hand. Not wanting to lose of what they have during the entire period of summer. Pulling herself away from this man with a look of anger spreading on her expression. Whimpering on the inside as Reynolds never saw this side of Eliza before. She was so kind and thoughtful toward him. Never forgetting her generosity to donated a large sum of money just for his daughter Susan. Holding Eliza in his arms once again but this married woman firmly pushes herself out of his reach. Tears were streaming down his face before on his knees. Betting this kind hearted woman to not leave him alone with his wife. Despite not knowing either he was serious or was all of this an act.

Eliza:

So was your whole story a setup?

James:

I don’t know about any letter!

Eliza:

Stop crying

God damnit, get up!

James:

I didn’t know any better

Eliza:

I am ruined...

Frantically pulling her hair while her own tears flooded her face. Realizing that consequences of what this affair leading to. This could ruin an entire innocent happy marriage and another marriage leading to a divorce in court. Both of them panicking as Maria has full control of them especially Eliza. Since she did indeed fallen trip into their spider webs of lies. The married man tries to persuade to stay with in his arms. Work before and show work again. Doesn’t need any other woman but her at the time being. Even it may cost him his life. Holding her into his arms once again while wiping her tears away with a soft touch.

Eliza / James:

Please don’t leave me with her, I’m helpless

(I am helpless—how could I do this?)

Just give her what he wants and you can have me

Eliza:

I don’t want you

James:

What?

Eliza:

I don’t want you

James/Eliza

Whatever you want (I don’t...)

If you pay,

You can

Stay!!!!

Eliza wanted to pull away but didn’t have the strength nor the energy to do so. Letting Reynolds cherish her one last time. Clinging onto him before letting the small kisses into full on make out. Which them on the bed once again. Just like how the first night when they first met. Eliza feeling regretful but yet a bit satisfied about this affair. Not sure why...she didn’t even know her self. They just want the pleasurable moment for one last time.

Eliza

Lord, show me how to

Say no to this

I don’t know how to

Say no to this

Cause the situation is helpless

And his body screaming “hell yes”

Lord, show me how to

Say no to this

Eliza/James

How can I say not to this?!

Eliza:

There is nowhere I can go?!

When his body on mine I do not say

Sharing a kisses from here and there from the lips, neck, and other sort etc. James notice a matching pendant around Eliza neck. Open by itself to see the man that Eliza is currently married to in made him freeze for a moment. Just staring at the picture on the day on this woman married her husband. Shaking lightly before shutting it quickly just wanting to get this over this. That picture suddenly began mocking him. Feeling this affair might put a tired on Eliza marriage with Alexander. Which he praise that doesn't happen. Which it's rare to have this emotions that he never had before.

Still both Reynolds and Eliza mind were screaming at them.Telling these two adults that “NO! This isn’t right” basic stuff. That both of them knew but decided to ignore it.

Eliza/James/The Fandom

Yes (Yes!)

Say no to this!

No!

Yes (Yes!)

Say no to this!

No!

Yes (Yes!)

Say no to this!

No!

Yes (Yes!)

Say no to this!

After this finally orderal, Eliza slowly and shamefully getting dressed as Reynolds lay in bed. Not looking at each others seem to be the best choice at the moment. Eliza wiped a few tears feeling so dirty and disgusted with herself. Her actions. Hopefully that she can put this in the past. And forget that it ever happen in the first place. Pulling out two envelope from the pocket of her dress. Both fill with crash.

Eliza:

Say no to this...

I don’t

Eliza/James:

Say no to this

Eliza:

There is nowhere I can go

The fandom:

Go, Go, Go

Right before her stood Maria Reynolds at the doorway with a little girl by her side. Apparently, this is their daughter that James mention before. Wearing a beautiful red dress that seem to share the same color and color of her husband shirt. Having a smug look on her face full aware of what just happened since this bedroom. But she could care less since its the money she need for a lawyer during a divorce court. But sweet little Eliza doesn’t need to know about that.

Maria:

So?

The other married woman sigh in defeat as she place the two full envelope on Maria hands. About thousands dollars in total. Looking down as the child stare at in confusion and curious of what was happening. But her innocent must be protected and so for that. The deed has been done and all of this affair is just hush hush. Racing out of the house in a rush with tears threatening to leave her eyes. Returning back to the orphanage in an hour as Theodosia, Martha, Dolley didn’t notice her return. Until hearing you close the door to her office and locking it. Her back was press against the wood before sliding down as she held her knee tightly. Tears spring down to the fabric of her dress before quietly whisper to herself.

“Nobody needs to know”

Nearly given  up writing  this fanfic but I made myself to finish. But yeah.. hope y'all enjoy

[leelee10898]

Louder: part 1

This takes place in the CGW AU, a collaborative universe by @ao719, @speedyoperarascalparty, @cocomaxley, @riseandshinelittleblossom and myself. You can find other works from our crazy universe HERE

This takes place before Genevieve and Rashads wedding. It is a follow up to Never give up (a one shot featuring Leo x Alicia) which was basically the birth of this crazy gang. It is very smutty you can find that HERE.

Rating: Mature, smut content inside

The five ladies stepped excitedly out of the suv, it was girls night and they looked forward to this night every week. Each of the girls took time picking and planning an activity, this particular week was Alicia's turn. "Ok girls, whos ready to get shit faced and paint?" She clapped her hands. "I'm ready to drink, but paintin, not so much. I had to paint a gold fish in middle school. It came out looking like an orange turd floating in the water." Stephanie said with a serious expression. The girls bust out laughing as they walked into the studio.

They each took a seat in front of an easel while an employee came around filling wine glasses. "Anitah took a look at the little bit of liquid in the bottom of the glass and spoke up. "Honey, these ladies and I are going to need alot more then this. I'll gladly pay you guys an extra $200 if you keep our glasses full." The employee nodded and took the cash filling the girls glasses up. An instructor stepped in front of the group. "Hello ladies, I am Gwendolyn and tonight we will be painting the Eiffel Tower in the spring time." She pulled out a painting with the Eiffel Tower in the distance, its reflection in watrr surrounded by chery blossoms. "Has anyone ever been to the effiel tower in the spring." She questioned. The girls all raised their hands. "I've had sex on the Eiffel Tower in the spring." Anitah whispered as she giggled. "Sir would you like to paint too? We have an extra seat?" Gwendolyn asked Brad. "No mam, I am here to observe." Anitah rolled her eyes "Brad, sit down and fricken paint."

"Yes, your grace."

Leo, Maxwell and Drake walked into the study joining Liam, Rashad and Bastien. "Who's ready to pay me?" Leo gloated. Drake rolled his eyes "Yeah ok Rhys, we will see who pays who." "Im glad I can join you guys this time, Stephanie is out with the girls and Savanah offered to watch Evie for us." Maxwell grinned as he grabbed a handfull of pretzels and sat down.

Several hands into the game the guys were feeling the effects of their drinks. Drake slid a large bet into the center "what'll it be boys?" Leo shot him a smirk. "I'll raise you. Go big or go home. That's my motto for poker and the bed room." He winked. Liam rolled his eyes "I fold, but im pretty sure we've already established I'm just as qualified to get the job done big bro." Liam gave him a sloppy grin. "Now boys, lets not forget who has double digits!" Drake sipped his whiskey, pleased with himself. Maxwell and Rashad each shared a look, remembering the night they played never have I ever after Maxwell and Stephanie's baby shower.

"Ok Walker, you have more O's, but when it comes to who can make them scream louder, I got that hands down." Leo gloated taking a long sip of his scotch. "You got jokes Rhys, I'm pretty sure Pam and I have got you beat in that department too."

"Now wait a minute, im petty sure Anitah has both of you beat there." Liam spoke up. "Genevieve, has a set of lungs on her, I'd be willing to bet she could give the ladies a run for their money." Rashad interjected. Maxwell giggled "My red is a firey, fiesty one, she is quite loud don't count her out." The five men stared each other down.

"Ok, since all of you think you have what it takes how about we put it to the test?" Leo looked back and forth between the men. "And how do you suppose we do this?" Liam arched hos brow. "The camping trip, this weekend." Drake said never taking his eyes off his friends. "Deal" the unanimously agreed as they sat back in their chairs. "Ahh guys? How do we tell who's louder? We'll need a judge." Maxwell stated, as their heads turned to face Bastien. "Not even an option fellas, I told you already, you're on your own."

The girls were about 7 bottles of wine in and feeling good. They had just about finished up their paintings when Anitah asked for another bottle to be brought out. "Um, this is the last bottle, do you ladies really need another?" Gwendolyn pleaded. "I am the queen of Gordon, bring me the bottle." She demanded. Gwendolyn nodded and returned a moment later refilling the girls glasses. "How you doing over there queen or Gordon?" Alicia snorted. "Greaaaaat! This thing is fucking awesome. How bout you guys?" Anitah slurred. " I like mine, mines pretty. Im gonna make Leo hang it in the bed room... I hope it doesn't fall off the wall though." Alicia giggled.

Pam held hers up in the air. "I'm done, its nothing special." Genevieve snorted "yeah your full of shit, its a damn masterpiece. Mine, well a five year old could paint better then this shit."

Stephanie placed a hand on Genevieves arm. "Nah girl your doin fine, bless your heart. This paintin's so ugly it'd make a freight train take a dirt road." She motioned to her work. Anitah topped her glass of again finishing off the bottle. "Shiiiit were outta wine. How you doing Brad?" Anitah giggled. "No worries, I brought back up." The ladies cheered as pam pulled put a bottle.

"Ah we dont allow outside alcohol in the studio." Gwendolyn spoke up. Anitah shot her a look. "Gwendolyn, Do you know who I am?" "Ah ye- yes your majesty." Anitah nodded "ok then, the bottle stays. Heres some extra cash for your troubles." Anitah smirked. Alicia pulled out her phone to take a picture accidentally calling Leo on video chat.

Leos phone rang Drake glanced down at the phone and snorted. "Hey Leo, sexy wifey is calling." Leo grinned as the others laughed. "A video call. She must miss my face." He pressed the button "hey baby having fun?" Only she wasnt looking at the screen. Leo could see the art studio, and hear the girls laughing. He heard Anitah ask Brad how he was doing over ther. "Anitah get down, your gonna hurt yourself." Alicia giggled. Liam came over behind Leo. "What are you watching?" His eyes went wide at the sight. Anitah walked over to the table in the center of the room and climbed up. She laid down on her side seductively and said "paint me like one of your french ladies." The girls laughed hysterically. The last thing they seen was paint fly across the room before the call ended.

"This is ridiculous!" Genevieve shouted in frustration as she tossed her paint brush, causing pink paint to fly across hitting Anitah in the face. Anitah gasped. "Gen, what the hell?"

"Ooops, sorry." Genevieve tried stifling a laugh but her attempts were futile. Anitah grabbed a paint brush and flung blue paint at Genevieve splashing across her cheeks and hitting Stephanie in the process. "Awe hell no." Stephanie grabbed a hanful of paint and flung it at Anitah. Alicia and pam looked on at the three, un touched by the paint filled fued until Alicia laughed and Anitah took a paint brush and smeared a line straigh across her chest. "You shouldn't have done that queenie." Alicia giggled as she picked up a bottle of purple pain and squeezed it on her head. Anitah squealed as the two started dumping paint all over each other.

Brad came running across the room "your majesty." His foot hit a puddle of paint and he fell on his ass, sliding across rhe floor leaving a brown streak across it. The girls laughed hysterically "looks like ole Brad left a skid mark." Stephanie howled.

Pam sat there drinking straight out of the bottle. "you guys done yet?" She groaned, a stream of blue pant splashed across the side of her head. "Oh, now you've done it." Pam jumped up and flung paint in all directions. The girls laughed and screamed until Gwendolyn came back into the room "what is going on here?" They immediately froze. "This concludes tonight's session, please get out!" She seethed. The girls took their paintings, and piled into the suv. Completely paint covered, somehow their paintings remained unscathed by the paint war.

Liam stood there jaw clenched "Bastien, please inform Brad to bring my wife home, immediately." " Yes sir." Bastiens phone rang as he stepped outside of the study. "Well, it seems the girls had fun." Leo chuckled. Liam shot him a look. "At least there wasn't anyone else there." Rashad tried to make light of the situation. Bastien entered the room "ah sir." "Yes Bastien. " liam sighed. "That was the art studio, it appears the girls have been banned." The men all turned to face Bastien. Liam ran his hand down his face "of course they have." "Theres more." Bastien continued "it also seems they caused some Damage and destruction of property."

"Bastien please inform the studio that we will cover all Damages, also please make them sign a non disclosure form." Bastien nodded and excited the room. "Damages? That doesnt sound like my Genevieve." Rashad defended. "My red is fiesty, but I cant see her trashing a place... Ok maybe." Maxwell shrugged. "Pam wouldn't do that, theres got to be more to this Li." Drake shook his head. Leo snorted. "We chose American women gentlemen. they're hot headed, hot tempered and hot blooded." "My queen has alot of explaining to do when she gets here." Liam exhaled with a clenched jaw.

Finally they heard a loud yelling coming from the foyer. "HONEY WERE HOOOOOME." Alicia screamed as the girls giggled. "There they are now." Leo chuckled.

The girls stumbled into the palace Anitah took off her shoes kicking them across the room, followed by her shirt. "I need a shower." Alicia kicked her shoes off and pulled down her jeans tossing them. "I need one too." Genevieve already had her shirt off and was working on her pants as they climbed the stairs. Stephanie and pam made short work of theor clothes tossing them aside as the five made their way to the royal Quaters.

"My showers the biggest, we can all get in there." She announced as the girls piled into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. "Mmm bop, do a dop a do oop do it up my doo op." Alicia sang. "Ew, did you say do it up your doo op?" Anitah squealed. "Thats not how the song goes." Genevieve laughed. "Oh yeah, you sing ot then. Ok. "Mmbop do a dop a do op do it up my doo op." Genevieve giggled. "See?!" Alicia laughed as the girls joined in singing very drunk and very off key.

The guys walked out of the study making their way to the stairs when they noticed several articles of clothing strewn about. "Well, looks like they're naked where ever they are. " leo smirked. "And covered in paint." Drake picked up a paint covered shirt "this is pams." The made their way towards the royal quaters when they heard the singing. The door was wide open. They walked in and heard the water running. They opened the bathroom door to find all five women crammed into the shower. "Jesus christ they're packed in there like sardines." Drake ran his hands through his hair.

"Heeey baby."Alicia turned to see Leo, her white bra and panties soaked, showing everything. Leo groaned at the sight adjusting his pants. "Why dont you come on out of there love." He smirked. "No! Were showering." Anitah hollered. "Anitah get out of there right away?" Liam demanded. "Are you angry, my king?" Anitah batted her lashes at him. "Anitah." He warned.

"Ok, Pam lets go." Drake opened the shower door he tried to reach in and grab pam but almost touched Genevieves ass. "Ahhhh, shit. Umm pam baby come here." Pam walked closer to the door when drake grabbed her tossing her over his shoulder, he tried to make a run for it but as he turned he slipped on the wet marble floor and fell on his ass dropping pam on top of him. "Shit baby, are you ok?" He held pam in her arms. Pam looked up at him laughing hard a loud snort escaped her. "Jesus, ok lets get you to bed."

Stephanie was the next to climb out, running right into Maxwell's arms. "Come on rose bud, lets go to bed." He took her hand.

Rashad walked over to the shower "Genevieve." He softly called her name "come on, lets go to bed." Genevieve giggled and climbed out of the shower "night ladies."

"And then there were two." Anitah giggled as her and Alicia danced around under the water. "Ok love, why dont you come with me and we can continue this shower together huh?" Leo gave Alicia that sly look that made her weak in the knees. She jumped out of the shower and into his arms wrapping her legs around him. "Anitah. Come on." Liam sighed. She shut the water off and climbed out. Liam gave her a towel "your angry my king." He shot her a look. "I am." Anitah bit her lip "good."

Liam walked with Leo to the door, Alicia placing kisses on his neck, completely oblivious to anything else. "I think I know just the judge for this weekend." Liam smirked. "Uh huh, jesus baby. Li, can you ah, get on with it." Leo groaned as Alicia continued to kiss his neck. "Brad."

Leo nodded his head and quickly took off. Liam turned to Anitah. "You my queen, you're in trouble. " Anitah squealed as Liam chased her through their quaters.

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[darkloverlost]

I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU: CHAPTER 2 w/@DelicateDeviant

Whicked:

The bar had emptied out about an hour ago, I was on the close shift so it was up to me to check the banking was ready to drop off to the bank on my way home.  The cleaning crew wouldn’t be in for a few more hours, so I had the place to myself and I enjoyed these solitary hours before I headed home to the apartment I shared with my housemate Alanna, to sleep away the daylight hours.  

I took a quick inventory by eye of the bar stock levels and made my way through to the storeroom at the back of the bar to begin restocking the shelves and fridges and put the dishwasher on to begin on the glasses.  I pushed my way through into the storeroom and grabbed a crate of beer and put it onto the barrow cart that lay next to the door.  I went back and fore loading up the barrow until it was as full as I could handle and wheeled it back to the bar.  I reached under the bar and grabbed the remote for my bluetooth speaker which was connected to my phone and pressed play.  A smile crossed my face as one of my old favourites came on.  Guns N Roses “Sweet Child of Mine” blasted out of the speakers and I sang along as I began to stock up the fridges and shelves with what I had taken through already.

Singing along to the music that pealed out of the speakers, my nimble fingers snatching up the bottles and stacking the fridges, I was almost knocked off my feet by an ear splitting explosion which rocked through the bar, the very walls shaking.  Various bottles of alcohol falling from the shelves, crashing to the floor, smashing into hundreds of pieces.  I pushed myself to my feet, shock etched onto my features as I looked toward the source of the din.  

A hole!  A huge hole wreathed with flame had appeared where the rear exit of the bar once stood.  I skirted around the bar, my eyes never leaving the gaping hole.  

“What the fuck?”

Wrath:

Moments seemed to drag on as I waited for those doors I’d heard so much about to appear in front of me, instead I got a whole lot of nothing. No motion, no sound, no scents, and it was if I were floating in the middle of an abyss. All my senses were failing me. I had hoped that once I had arrived, my sight and everything I’d lost would come slamming back. Apparently, I had been wrong. There was nothing here for me, just like there was nothing back there. It was as if everything were just taken away. I had no future, no more past, and my present was an endless void.

Where was my Queen?! All these years, from everything I had been taught, I was promised The Fade. Now, it was as if I had never existed. Life was gone, as was the afterlife. Had I done everything all wrong? I didn’t take my own life. I had fought hard and been taken down. Sure, I welcomed it, but I didn’t self-inflict. I was owed! I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out.

Then motion came back and I began to spin.

Whicked:

*I reached under the bar next to one of the tills and retrieved the Glock that was hidden just behind the cash drawer.  My fingers circled around the grip and I drew it out,  I double checked it was loaded and flicked off the safety before I started to make my way carefully down toward the back of the bar, wary of whatever had caused the hole to appear.

As I came up to the gaping hole, I paused momentarily before peering out into the alleyway beyond. My mouth dropped at the sight in front of me.  There were body parts everywhere or at least that is how it seemed to me.  Arms and legs drenched with a slick oily black substance.  Lesser blood.  Or at least this is how it had been described to be in the past.  And now that I saw the blood, the sickly sweet scent that had filled my childhood home, the night those bastards came into my life and took everything I had ever loved from me, clogged up my nose and I felt a wave of nausea sweep over me.  

I was utterly dumbfounded at what lay at my feet.  What the hell was I going to do? I am pretty sure the bar’s insurance policy did not cover explosions caused by baby powder smelling assholes.    As my eyes darted around the dimly lit alleyway, something caught my eye.  A familiar pair of wraparound shades.   Ones very much like what the King had worn the night I had met him in the Audience House when I requested funds from my trust.  But surely the King,  the Blind King, wouldn’t be out in the field….right?  I stepped carefully around the bodies and blood and crouched down, reaching out to snag the glasses from the ground.  In my new lowered position I glanced around, hoping that I was wrong about the glasses.  And my panic abatted just a little until….!

“Oh no...sweet fuck no!”  Under a pile of black blooded bastards there was familiar tangle of hair, a broad muscled forearm, covered with tattoos bearing his lineage.  I rushed over, simultaneously putting the safety back to the gun and sliding into the waistband of my leather trousers and bending down to start pulling the bodies off of the downed King.  

Panic tinged my voice. “Your Majesty?  Hey….uhh Wrath can you hear me?” This could not be fucking happening! How the fuck was I going to help him?

Wrath: As I began to spin, pain started to flood my body. I could feel exactly where the bullets had pierced my skin and sunk into the different organs, one in my stomach and one in my heart. Both were fatal. The one that passed through my stomach created an opening where fluid and blood were leaking into my gut. It also ended up lodging into my spine, which I was sure was causing my paralysis. The one in my heart was jammed into the wall of one of my six chambers, but it was plugging the slow leak. Eventually, my heart will give way. I just had to push through this agony.

Suddenly, I could hear someone calling out my name. “Leelan?!” I croaked around a mouthful of blood. But, no response came.

Fuck! Why couldn’t that bullet just shift a little bit to the left? The only thing I’ve been sure of these past ten years was that I needed to find a way to my Queen. Now, I had that within my grasp and I was terrified that it was slipping away.

You often hear about people that have attempted suicide, where in those last moments their only thoughts were of wanting to live. I was not in that statistic. That was not me. The thought that I was so close to dying, could not have been more welcomed. The only thing I had been living for in these past ten years was my son, LW. If it hadn’t been for him, I would have done this a long time ago. But now, I was more convinced than ever that he would be better off without me. So, it was time.

As if my words rang in my fate, it was then I felt the bullet slide that final millimeter home.

Whicked:

My eyes ran over the lifeless body of the King, tangled up in Lessers and rubble from the explosion.  I began pulling away the rubble as quick as I can,  but he wasn’t moving, didn’t seem to be hearing me talking to him.  “Wrath…..can you hear me?  Come on big guy, you cannot do this to me,  you cannot fucking die right here, right now.  Your boys will kick my ass!”  I finally got the rubble off of him, my finger nails torn and bleeding but I ignored the pain and focussed on the Male in front of me.  He was bleeding badly,  a pool of blood lay below him.  From what I could see he had been shot a coupla times, one in the stomach, the worst one was in his chest.  It looked close to his heart, but I could see the faint rise and fall of his chest, showing me he was still with me for now….!

I moved around to his head and hooked my arms under his armpits and dragged him back from the burning fires, worried that they would do more damage to him.  I tugged him back as far as I could, groaning with the effort.  I sagged to the ground on the seat of my ass and panicked.  Who could I call?  This was the King,  not some random civilian.  I couldn't just call the clinic and get an ambulance.  Cell Phone!  Surely the King had a cell phone, right?  I leaned forward and starting ransacking the King’s pockets.  “Come on….please have a damn cell phone Wrath!”  I heard a slight murmur from him,  something sounding like “Leelan” shit, did he think I was his Shellan?  “Wrath…..Your Majesty….it is me uhhh Whicked...umm we met at the Audience House?”  Whatever life that had been in him enough to call out to his Shellan was fading fast.  I needed to call someone and I needed to feed him and soon.

I finally found his cell and thanked the Scribe Virgin that it wasn’t locked.  I went into his contacts trying to find someone to help.  As I scrolled the contacts I finally came across one that simply said “Doc”,  I wasnt sure if this was one of the clinic’s doctors but at this point I wouldn't waste time searching for someone better.  I hit dial and prayed that someone answered.

Wrath: The pain was gone and I could almost literally feel my soul slip out of my body. It was the most freeing sensation I had ever experienced. Before I knew it, I was standing, fully intact, including my eyesight, within the most beautiful, blinding, white light. It encompassed me like a warm bath, radiating comfort into my bones. I had finally come to the place I belonged. I was finally free. Free of all the Earthly pain and torment I had been going through for the past ten years. It was over, gone. There was nothing left but a soothing sense of peacefulness in its place. In that moment, I knew there was no going back and tears of joy dripped from my lids… and there wasn’t even shame in the tears. I was full on crying and it phased me not.

“Wrath?” a whisper pierced the moment.

Looking up, I could barely see a silhouette of a figure standing in the middle of the light. It took me a minute to clear the tears from my eyes, but I knew that voice anywhere! How much I had longed to hear it, again, all these years! Collapsing in front of her, one word slipped past my lips, “Beth.”

Whicked:

The phone was ringing,  thank fuck the phone was ringing! A gruff voice flooded my ear “Wrath,  you ok?  Didn’t see you at First Meal,  heard you headed out with Anara?”  There was a pause as he waited for Wrath to respond.  “Wrath,  hello?”  I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to clear the dryness. “Hello…..Yeah my name is Whicked….The King….the King uh...he..!”  The voice was frantic on the other end as I tried to figure out what to say.  “What do you mean the King?  Whicked?  Hello?  Is the King alright?  Can you talk to me Whicked?” I closed my eyes tight and just let the words flow. “The King is down,  he is injured.  Shot at least twice I think?” My eyes ran over the King checking for other wounds.  “Looks like a bomb went off?  Lots of Lessers down and the King got caught in the blast, he is in a bad way,  a lot of shrapnel based penetrating injuries.  I don’t..I don’t know what to do!”

The momentary silence was deafening before the Doc started barking orders down the phone,  telling me I needed to make sure the King was out of the path of danger,  that I needed to apply pressure to his wounds,  that I needed to feed him to make sure he had a chance of living through the night, finally he was telling me they were tracing would trace the Kings phone and someone would be here soon.  I didn’t even listen to whatever he was saying now.  I dropped the phone from my ear and pulled my t-shirt over my head and ripped it up,  using the fabric to help slow the flow of blood from the King’s stomach and chest.  

The flow was slowing,  I didn’t think that this was a good sign.  I leant over the face of the King, my cheek flush with his lips trying to figure out if the Male was still breathing.

It was faint,  but it was there,  he was still breathing!  I shouted over to the downed phone “Hurry the fuck up,  he is still breathing barely!

Wrath: She knelt down beside me and wrapped me in her embrace. Falling forward, the sobs took over my body. My Beth was holding me in her arms, again. This was where I belonged. Nothing could ever tear me away from this female again. This was where the end of our journey began. We would live our lives out in The Fade, together, as it had always been meant to be. “I... missed you,” were the only words I could manage to speak between the tears.

“I missed you too, my love.” She responded, calmly, as she ran her fingers through my long, black hair.

There had never been a feeling so right in my world, than this one. Lifting my head to look in her eyes, they were just as I had remembered them, before I had lost my eyesight, bright and so incredibly blue. I had gotten lost in those eyes on so many occasions. Now, I was finally getting lost in them again.

Reaching forward, I brushed my hand ever so lightly against the skin of her cheek. She leaned into it and closed her eyes. “Beth,” I whispered and pulled her close for a kiss.

Whicked:

Just as I thought the big bastard lying before me going to be ok,  everything went wrong...very very wrong!  

His chest stopped rising,  I leaned over him again,  he wasn’t breathing.  Shit!!  Seriously this could not be fucking happening to me!

I scrambled over and grabbed Wrath’s cell phone “Hello Doc guy?  Yeah he stopped breathing...what the fuck do I do now?”  Hello? Where the fuck are you people?”

Just as those words left my lips a female presence appeared to my left and I swear I could see right through her!  “Whicked?  Are you Whicked?  I am Jane,  I am a Doctor.  I need to check him over, ok?”  I just sat there,  half my body covering his. Not moving,  just starting at the apparition in front of me.  As she moved to get in closer to us, I bared my fangs and growled at her.  “Back the fuck off….!  Let the King have some peace in the Fade!”  She moved a little closer but more cautiously this time, her eyes never leaving my face as she bent down to take his pulse and inspect his wounds. I eyed her every move feeling oddly possessive of the body lain before me.

With a screech a SUV came tearing down the alley,  it’s headlights pinning us in their glare.  The driver slammed on the brakes and a huge figure clambered out and came dashing toward us, clambering over the rubble.  Another figure,  the Male from the Audience House dematerialised next to the Dr,  Vishous I think his name was.  I glared at the Males as they approached which was ridiculous as I was tiny compared to them,  what the hell was I going to do to members of the Brotherhood?  Scratch them to death?  Whatever, these guys were going to have to peel me off of the King if they tried to get me to move.  

The Male with the diamond eyes just glowered at me, as if this was all my fault,  that I had killed the King.

Wrath: Beth entwined her fingers in my hair and deepened the kiss in return. This, right here, was everything! Everything I had been yearning for, for ten years. My Beth was finally back in my arms where she had been born to be. It couldn’t have been more perfect.

She pulled away and looked over her shoulder for a moment, then turned back. As her eyes rested on mine, a smile so enveloping grew across her features. “I love you so much, Wrath.”

“And I love you, Leelan.”

She leaned in and kissed me again. This time, it was a more hungry kiss, as if trying to make up for all the lost time. I happily gave myself over to her, to the moment, the first of many, many more. I would give this female the world from here on out, anything she asked of me would be hers, and we would never be separated again.

#IHateEverythingAboutYouChapter2 #EternallyBoundRPG

[smudgedtoon]

The missing days

“I'm not sure.” It sounded better than I dont know. But honestly I didn't  know, anything; about where I'd been, who I'd been with. It was all a blur.  Or I want to say it was a blur, but more like if it had been sanded away delicately in small areas and rather harshly in the rest.

The cop scuffed and waved me off. I tried to make him wait but he cut me off with a disgruntled. “Come back when you know what you need.”

“Fine.” Huffing I left the police station. Looking around found me a bench to sit on and think.

Now to go over what I did know barring things like where I lived, how old I was;

1.I knew my name, obviously or else I'd have told the officer that at the very least. But just to be sure my name's Zenith. This didn't come as a shock to me because I knew everything else about me except and this leads to...

2. I was missing days. Two at the very least. I mean it had to only be two, I checked my phone twice to make sure. But it felt like more...

3.I woke up in someone else's apartment in a weird part of town.

4. There should be no weird part of town, I've lived here all my life.

“Okay go from what you know…. So before I can't remember, what do I remember….” I recieved dirty looks from strangers passing by but screw em, talking out loud helps me think. I knew this, I knew….. “Work?....Work!” I had work….; not what I needed right now but that was a start. I pulled out my phone again dialing the number by heart. A quick glance at my screen clock had told me my shift hadn't started yet, so I was going to call sick. As I waited for someone to answer the other line my thoughts went back to working out just what I needed help with. Wait work…. the two missing days were on my off days? No, that felt wrong.

Finally someone answered.

“Hey thanks for waiting this is Derek from Game-On speaking, what can I get you playing today?”

“Hey Derek its-”

“Oh shit dude its you.” Derek voice went high with surprise and then low as if he was being listened to. “Calling to beg for your job back? Yes, we do have a couple of Playstation 4 fallout 76 bundle packs left from our Sale!”

“What?” I said cringing at the yelling and confused. “what do you mean-”

“dude ol Heely's still has a controller up her ass from that shit Fr- Oh no I'm sorry we're not offering a free copy with the bundle any longer, though it already comes with the game! dude heelys comin this way gotta go…. Thanks for calling and may your ending cutscene be epic!”

The line cut out. I wanted to call again, but Derek had sent me a text. ‘Dont call back… Heely just threatened to fire any of us talking to you on company time. I'll text after work’

Resisting the urge to text back, I began my walk home. I walked slowly hoping something along the route would help me remember more about the last couple of days. My stomach growled as I passed a small dinner, when was the last time I ate? Some customers left and through the closing door I caught a whiff of something delicious, another grumble. Checking my wallet I found I had no cash, strange, I think I should've had money. What I did have however was my credit and debit cards. I didn't want to check my bank account out of fear of what I would find so credit it was.

I walked into the building and was instantly hit with a sense of familiarity….; but why? Looking around I noticed nothing really special it was your typical mom and pop diner with vinyl booth seats and mounted down tables. The floors were not what I expected instead of the usual checkered patterned linoleum it was if someone had painted a galaxy. It felt like it was pulling me in.

“-always gets people.” A voice interrupted my thoughts.

Looking up a saw a massive   smiling down at me. I took her in. Her face was round and cheerful yet it wasn't exactly youthful, though I wouldn't say she looked old, rather she looked like someone who knew a thing or two about life. She had warm brown eyes that reminded me of tinted glass lanterns, her hair…. My jaw dropped. Her hair if it was actually hers was as amazing as the floor. Okay that sounded wrong….. her hair was long, almost ass length, locked and dyed to look like the night sky, she must have used a glittery hair spray to get it to shimmer like that. “uhhhh….” I managed pathetically.

“Oh I was saying, the floor really draws People in. It's new. ” She said nodding to the ground. She hadn't seem to notice me gawking or if she had she didn't say anything about it. “Welcome to Mookie’s.”

“Mookie’s?”

Her brows furrowed and her gorgeous smile was replaced with a scowl. It only lasted as long as a blink of eye. Her smile returned but with a little tension in her voice she asked. “Is that a problem?”

“N-no. Just an unusual name…” I back pedaled. “ummm can…. I… have a table?”

She nodded and took me to an empty booth near the kitchen. As she waited for me to sit down she explained the name. “Its named after someone close to my family.”

I nodded feeling like a huge dick. I was sure I was gonna get my food spit- Shit did I just insult the owner.

As if reading my mind, the woman added. “Actually more close to the owner, my grams, than me.”

“Oh.”

Awkward silence. She looked as if she was waiting for something but then grew impatient and started speaking again.

“So I'm Vi and I'll be your server today.” she nodded towards the the end of the table  where I found the menus. ���Would you like a drink while you look at the menu?”

“Sure, I'll have tea please.” I said wanting this to be over with as soon as possible.

She nodded and said. “I'll be right back with that,” before departing.

“Well Zeni, you really fucked that up and she was cute too.” I muttered to myself as I looked through the menu. I turned between the pages until I spotted what I wanted.

When Vi returned with my drink I ordered and she left. As I began to make my tea I paused. On my saucer was the standard small kettle of hot water, but the odd thing or rather the awesome thing there wasnt a tea bag insight, just lemons and honey. As I set about squeezing the slices of lemon into my cup I felt like I was being watched. Looking around I spotted my observer. A little black girl, dressed adorably in a black tee that read future boss lady and red cat eye glasses as well as shorts and black and purple kitten leggings, was sitting on one the stools at counter seating and had swiveled around to face me. I waved and the girl excitedly smiled and waved back before looking around quickly to make sure no one had seen. She swiveled back to face the counter and I chalked the whole thing up to kids being kids.

Going back to what I was doing. A thought popped in my head. Jessica. She'd probably have some idea of what had happened. After all she was my girlfriend. Why hadn't I thought of calling her when this first happened? My brain buzzed as I tried to probe that thought a bit further, eventually I wrote it off as how awkward it would be to call one's significant other to pick you up and fill you in on why you were at a strangers house and couldn't remember the past two days.

“You should drink your tea before it stops being hot.”

I was jerked out of my thoughts to see the little girl sitting across from me. When had she done that, I'd only be lost in my thoughts for a moment and the distance would've taken her more than that to get to my table from where she was, unless she had run over. That must've been it. Realizing the girl was awaiting some type of response, I put on a smile and lifted up my cup giving her a cheesy cheers and took a sip. Oh gods my brain screamed as the taste of hot yet diluted sour spread across my tongue. It was all I could do to not spray the kid with unsweetened lemon tea.

She giggled and the pointed to the honey. “You forgot the honey Zeni.”

“Yeah you're right.” I said after swallowing. I reached for the honey and paused. “Uhhhh… sweetie, Zuntie Zeni is tired it's been a long day what's your name again?” Zuntie Zeni? It sounded right… I'd never used the phrase in my life- I brought my focused back on what was important this kid knew me and somehow I must've known them from my auto response.

Her brows furrowed as she pulled a face only children have the balls to make and for a split second she'd reminded me of someone. That face then broke into one of utter sadness. She mumbled something to herself, I only caught “really don't”.

Before I could ask her anything a plate of food was placed before me. I got a brief glimpses of a scarred arm before it was pulled away. I looked up to see Vi.

She gave me something that resembled a smile before turning to little girl. “One what have I told you about pestering customers.” She turned to me and apologized. “Sorry about this, the meal is on the house. If you'd-”

“Its fine. Really, One,”  hope I hadn't butchered the girl's name, “was keeping me company and showing me the fine art of making lemon tea.” I  winked at the girl and she giggled.

“See Zuntie Zeni's fine.”

A volt of pain went through my brain and I had to grab the table for balance even though I was already sitting.

I awoke in my bed with my head still killing me.  I remembered somethings. From my disassociated meal at the diner to what had happened almost three days ago.

I had been fired on my last day of work before my days off, fired was an understatement. It had been a shit show, my ex, I know remembered why I wouldn't have called Jessica, had gotten it into her head that Heely and I were having some type of affair. She'd gone to the store wrecked it and then assaulted Heely and accused me.  The thing was though Heely had been showing me the ropes of management. From there I had been invited to a party by Derek to cheer me up. I had meet a girl. We'd spent the whole party talking and joking around. It was her I'd went home with her. From there things had gotten hazy again. All I could remember was her name. “Te.” I felt a shiver run down by spine before I fell asleep again.

[tumblunni]

Okay I know that kingdom hearts has a bad reputation for sticking crucial plot information on obscure spinoff games but HOLY SHIT I just finally watched a lets play of the fuckin digimon tcg game and found out it ACTUALLY HAS A GODDAMN CONCLUSION TO ANALOGMAN FROM DIGIMON WORLD 1

like 90% of the damn game has no plot whatsoever let alone indicating its a digimon world sequel! and then suddenly in the last battle without being foreshadowed whatsoever analogman returns and gets possibly the best boss battle ever IN A GODDAMN TCG GAME

holy shit his whole fight is framed as ‘this is literally the same guy from digimon world 1, hacking another game’, the interface wigs out and a bunch of fake command windows pop up with rapidly scrolling code of the game supposedly falling apart. And then his boss battle flips the entire gameplay system on its head by giving him fourth wall breaking special moves that pull overpowered effects by “hacking the engine”, with cool animations to fit. Fuckin badasssss!!

and it also fuckin FINALLY EXPLAINS THE DAMN PLOT LIKE GEEZ

digimon world’s conclusion was so rushed, you never even meet the villain until the final battle and it ends all weird with just “something” going wrong that causes him to get sucked into a portal or something while screaming dramatically in weirdly high resolution terror faces??? the tcg game confirms that this was him attempting to flee back to the human world after you defeated him, but one of the stray attacks from the battle damaged his machine and it caused him to essentially commit accidental suicide when he turned it on.

and HOLY SHIT MY FUCKIN OBSCURE HEADCANON IS TRUE????

the game had some sequel bait hints that maybe analogman is somehow still around and that the portal explosion just turned him into “corrupted data” so he can never return to the human world. and i always thought it would be super ironic if he actually got turned into a digimon aka the thing he hates more than anything

WELL OKAY I GUESS CRITICAL LORE IN A TCG GAME IS OKAY WHEN ITS A BIG YES BUNNI U THEORY BE CORRECT

he appears in this game as a malomyotismon who does a damn good vexen face during the fight, lol. And he’s all “gahh that stupid kid ruined my plans but this accursed body at least improved my hacking abilities!” Tho its implied that his corrupted state is more like a bodyless cloud of data that can possess/copy different digimon, which would be REALLY FUCKIN CRITICAL to explaining the goddamn plot of Digimon World Next Order!

Seriously wtf is up with this series? Digimon World 2 is not the sequel to Digimon World 1, all the numbered games are entirely separate individual stories with wildly different genres from pet sim to roguelike strategy. The real sequel is fucking DIGIMON THE CARD GAME THE GAME and then Digimon World Next Order a bazillion years later for the ps4. In which i am STILL REALLY SALTY that they have a FUCKIN RAD remix of analogman’s boss theme yet he doesn’t appear in the game. The added context of this damn tcg game confirms once and for all that the Ambiguous As Fuck Ending actually WAS him appearing in the game, this unexplained “oh wait the villain was good all along and he was just possessed by an evil virus” was supposed to be corrupted-digi-analogman and seriously WHY DONT THEY JUST FUCKIN EXPLAIN IT!!! this tcg game wasnt even released in europe!! and even american fans probably had no clue it was linked to this entirely separate subseries! You have to friggin piece it together with context clues like the battle music and the fact analogman’s signature mon was machinedramon. I mean vjesus christ Next Order is a litera; sequel with the grown up version of Digimon World’s protagonist as a badass home ec teacher who still defends the digital world in his free time yet you couldnt spare ONE LINE OF DIALOGUE mentioning the name of the villain?? and summarizing the fuckin tcg game everyone missed??? AND CONFIRMING THAT THE VILLAIN IS INDEED MAKING A REAPPEARANCE POSSESSING THIS GUY??? oh god everything makes SENSE, thank you terrible card game adaptation. ehh but i do still love Next Order for making Hiro/Mameo’s canon partner Mamemon, he’s even more badass as this big tough bishie version of himself with a tiny adorable pal that can shoot rocket fists through space and time. (its funny tho cos the DW1 intro movie showed metalmamemon and metalgreymon and the american boxart flipped a coin and decided metalgreymon must have been the one the protagonist was using in that scene. Whoops!)

anyway even with the added context that IT WAS INDEED GODDAMN ANALOGMAN, the final boss fight in Next Order was as terrible as the rest of the plot. So I’m glad trash gramps got a suitably badass boss fight after all, even if it was a CARD GAME VERSION! lets all celebrate the awesomeness of this obscure fuckin spinoff game’s obscure fuckin intercontinuity cameo with the boss fight music that other game wasted

seriously fuckin hell the biggest challenge in that final boss was that i was so distracted by SHEER OFFENDEDNESS at the cool music not matching it that it was hard to keep focused

its not just a great boss theme for a terrible boss, its a really fuckin EMOTIONAL song for anyone whose childhood was fuckin defined by the first game!!!

and look you had a PERFECT FUCKIN EXCUSE for a REALLY GOOD boss battle against MY MAN GRUMPY GRANDPA OF THE COOL DAMN NAME. Seriously guys analogman was THE FIRST digimon villain! digimon world came out before the anime, digimon world was the BETA FOR THE ANIME! this was the first place they had the ideas for file island, so much of the areas in the game are awkwardly mistranslated versions of stuff that would later appear in the anime in a different form. before this digimon had never been anything more than a fuckin 2-bit graphics tamagotchi and this was (after the manga) only the second goddamn time these monsters had an actual full colour character design! all of those charmingly janky 90s gross out show styled tcg illustrations? that was concept art that this game was working from! fuckin hell this game thought up the idea for metalgreymon’s changed design that ended up becoming the iconic partner of tai in the anime. (you can also see beta tai in the manga with a beta veemon as a partner instead! o_O)

SO LIKE...

JUST....

I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT ANALOGMAN OKAY!!! he’s a badly written guy with only like five sentences across all the videogames but fuckin hell he was such an Iconique part of the development of this series that they named him fucking ANALOGMAN

like dude you could have SO EASILY made me scream at my tv in a more positive way by bringing him out as the surprise villain and showing us wtf his deisgn is even supposed to look like cos god all we have is a blurry faceless early ps1 model buried under the glow filters of Mt Infinity’s funky background effects.

AND FUCKING

IF IT IS CANON

THAT MY FUCKIN

STUPID THEORY

IS CANON

slap a fuckin O on this man and LITERALLY LET ME BEAT HIM UP

like dont even give him a team or anything, just let me fight THE MAN HIMSELF

you canonically fuckin said he’s a digital ghost now and basically the same as a digimon

let me beat the shit out of a regular businessman in a suit and tie while he pulls his badass ‘i’m hacking the game i’m in’ bullshit from the GODDAMN TCG GAME THAT WAS MORE CLIMACTIC THAN YOUR SHITTY CASH GRAB FAKE SEQUEL

man god i didnt expect a fuckin TCG GAME to revive my righteous fury from back when i first played that piece of shit. i hate it cos Next order is so pretty and its gameplay is so good and i really loved my twin digis but there were SO MANY bugs and cut corners and missing content and really bad writing and GOD it made me so sad that the dub team really really tried, they tried so hard that they got fuckin renamon’s original voice actress back even though the renamon in this game has nothing to do with the anime one. THE DUB WAS REALLY GOOD BUT IT COULDNT SALVAGE THAT SCRIPT!! THE MUSIC WAS REALLY GOOD AND THE ART WAS REALLY GOOD AND THE DIGIMON THEMSELVES WERE MY BEST DAMN FRIENDS FOR THAT MONTH OF MY LIFE BUT THE GODDAMN FUCKIN SCRIPT!!! the postgame was MORE FUN because FINALLY everything opened up like the sandbox of the first game and you could just fuckin hug u digis without being distracted by constant cutscenes butchering your childhood nostalgia

man i wanted to write a fic/draw a comic about my headcanons on how to fix it but i never managed to do it cos holy shit it was basically “throw everything out and make a different game geez” I COULD RAMBLE FOR HOURS ABOUT THE ENTIRELY DIFFERENT SEQUEL THIS SHOULD HAVE BEEN!! and a fuckin!! tcg game!! was closer to that sequel!!!

and fuckin MY THEORY WAS RIGHT AND MY BETTER GAME IDEA ACTUALLY WOULD WORK IN CANON

fuck it im gonna do draw myself decking business gramps in the face

oh! and the female protagonist design! thats another rare good part of that thing! i loved the pixellization effect on her ponytal, way better than the male equivelant having a very ordinary costume design just with a pixel corner taken out of his jacket. also why did the plot never actually make a thing out of that? like you’d think that ‘unlike every other digimon tamer i’ve got this scar of my digitization’ would be a plot point. like they didnt give everyone else a cool pixel squares mark! they could have at least used it as an excuse why the protagonist is the Only Chosen One who can do all this plot shit. or if it was me i would have made it early foreshadowing for the Return Of Business Gramps, like you were partially infected by the Oooo Mysterious Unexplained Digi Virus (seriously why did they not just have ONE SENTENCE explaining its the fuckin original villain returning????) during the prologue and i dunno somehow that gives you powers to break analogman’s control on the digimon he possesses. or maybe the pixel thing is like a tracking device he put on you? or just give that cool design trait to the protagonist of digimon cyber sleuth instead, whose entire plot is that theyre a digimon human hybrid with literaly the power to pixellize themself into computers.

ALSO!!! actually do something!!! with mameo!!!

they really fuckin hyped up in all the prelease materials that the digimon world 1 protagonist was gonna be in this game and he’s all grown up now. and then he does NOTHING in the plot except babble exposition and stand around your home base. and has one line about how he’s a badass teacher now and his partner is mamemon but hey we made a bullshit excuse for why his digimon is sealed away and he never gets to fight :<

give me an actual cool teamup of new protag girl and her cool teacher dude beating the shit out of business trash with their bare fists and also their digimon’s bare fists while THE BEST DAMN MUSIC GOES UNWASTED

...fuck i sure do Feel Intensely about nostalgic games lol. i wonder if i’ll be so rambley when i play kh3? maybe itd be a really shitty lp, aaagh...

[whickedlydeviant]

I Hate Everything About You: Chapter 2  w/ @DarkLoverLost

Whicked:

The bar had emptied out about an hour ago, I was on the close shift so it was up to me to check the banking was ready to drop off to the bank on my way home.  The cleaning crew wouldn’t be in for a few more hours, so I had the place to myself and I enjoyed these solitary hours before I headed home to the apartment I shared with my housemate Alanna, to sleep away the daylight hours.  

I took a quick inventory by eye of the bar stock levels and made my way through to the storeroom at the back of the bar to begin restocking the shelves and fridges and put the dishwasher on to begin on the glasses.  I pushed my way through into the storeroom and grabbed a crate of beer and put it onto the barrow cart that lay next to the door.  I went back and fore loading up the barrow until it was as full as I could handle and wheeled it back to the bar.  I reached under the bar and grabbed the remote for my bluetooth speaker which was connected to my phone and pressed play.  A smile crossed my face as one of my old favourites came on.  Guns N Roses “Sweet Child of Mine” blasted out of the speakers and I sang along as I began to stock up the fridges and shelves with what I had taken through already.

Singing along to the music that pealed out of the speakers, my nimble fingers snatching up the bottles and stacking the fridges, I was almost knocked off my feet by an ear splitting explosion which rocked through the bar, the very walls shaking.  Various bottles of alcohol falling from the shelves, crashing to the floor, smashing into hundreds of pieces.  I pushed myself to my feet, shock etched onto my features as I looked toward the source of the din.  

A hole!  A huge hole wreathed with flame had appeared where the rear exit of the bar once stood.  I skirted around the bar, my eyes never leaving the gaping hole.  

“What the fuck?”

Wrath:

Moments seemed to drag on as I waited for those doors I’d heard so much about to appear in front of me, instead I got a whole lot of nothing. No motion, no sound, no scents, and it was if I were floating in the middle of an abyss. All my senses were failing me. I had hoped that once I had arrived, my sight and everything I’d lost would come slamming back. Apparently, I had been wrong. There was nothing here for me, just like there was nothing back there. It was as if everything were just taken away. I had no future, no more past, and my present was an endless void.

Where was my Queen?! All these years, from everything I had been taught, I was promised The Fade. Now, it was as if I had never existed. Life was gone, as was the afterlife. Had I done everything all wrong? I didn’t take my own life. I had fought hard and been taken down. Sure, I welcomed it, but I didn’t self-inflict. I was owed! I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out.

Then motion came back and I began to spin. @DelicateDeviant

Whicked:

*I reached under the bar next to one of the tills and retrieved the Glock that was hidden just behind the cash drawer.  My fingers circled around the grip and I drew it out,  I double checked it was loaded and flicked off the safety before I started to make my way carefully down toward the back of the bar, wary of whatever had caused the hole to appear.

As I came up to the gaping hole, I paused momentarily before peering out into the alleyway beyond. My mouth dropped at the sight in front of me.  There were body parts everywhere or at least that is how it seemed to me.  Arms and legs drenched with a slick oily black substance.  Lesser blood.  Or at least this is how it had been described to be in the past.  And now that I saw the blood, the sickly sweet scent that had filled my childhood home, the night those bastards came into my life and took everything I had ever loved from me, clogged up my nose and I felt a wave of nausea sweep over me.  

I was utterly dumbfounded at what lay at my feet.  What the hell was I going to do? I am pretty sure the bar’s insurance policy did not cover explosions caused by baby powder smelling assholes.    As my eyes darted around the dimly lit alleyway, something caught my eye.  A familiar pair of wraparound shades.   Ones very much like what the King had worn the night I had met him in the Audience House when I requested funds from my trust.  But surely the King,  the Blind King, wouldn’t be out in the field….right?  I stepped carefully around the bodies and blood and crouched down, reaching out to snag the glasses from the ground.  In my new lowered position I glanced around, hoping that I was wrong about the glasses.  And my panic abatted just a little until….!

“Oh no...sweet fuck no!”  Under a pile of black blooded bastards there was familiar tangle of hair, a broad muscled forearm, covered with tattoos bearing his lineage.  I rushed over, simultaneously putting the safety back to the gun and sliding into the waistband of my leather trousers and bending down to start pulling the bodies off of the downed King.  

Panic tinged my voice. “Your Majesty?  Hey….uhh Wrath can you hear me?” This could not be fucking happening! How the fuck was I going to help him?

Wrath:

As I began to spin, pain started to flood my body. I could feel exactly where the bullets had pierced my skin and sunk into the different organs, one in my stomach and one in my heart. Both were fatal. The one that passed through my stomach created an opening where fluid and blood were leaking into my gut. It also ended up lodging into my spine, which I was sure was causing my paralysis. The one in my heart was jammed into the wall of one of my six chambers, but it was plugging the slow leak. Eventually, my heart will give way. I just had to push through this agony.

Suddenly, I could hear someone calling out my name. “Leelan?!” I croaked around a mouthful of blood. But, no response came.

Fuck! Why couldn’t that bullet just shift a little bit to the left? The only thing I’ve been sure of these past ten years was that I needed to find a way to my Queen. Now, I had that within my grasp and I was terrified that it was slipping away.

You often hear about people that have attempted suicide, where in those last moments their only thoughts were of wanting to live. I was not in that statistic. That was not me. The thought that I was so close to dying, could not have been more welcomed. The only thing I had been living for in these past ten years was my son, LW. If it hadn’t been for him, I would have done this a long time ago. But now, I was more convinced than ever that he would be better off without me. So, it was time.

As if my words rang in my fate, it was then I felt the bullet slide that final millimeter home. @DelicateDeviant

Whicked:

My eyes ran over the lifeless body of the King, tangled up in Lessers and rubble from the explosion.  I began pulling away the rubble as quick as I can,  but he wasn’t moving, didn’t seem to be hearing me talking to him.  “Wrath…..can you hear me?  Come on big guy, you cannot do this to me,  you cannot fucking die right here, right now.  Your boys will kick my ass!”  I finally got the rubble off of him, my finger nails torn and bleeding but I ignored the pain and focussed on the Male in front of me.  He was bleeding badly,  a pool of blood lay below him.  From what I could see he had been shot a coupla times, one in the stomach, the worst one was in his chest.  It looked close to his heart, but I could see the faint rise and fall of his chest, showing me he was still with me for now….!

I moved around to his head and hooked my arms under his armpits and dragged him back from the burning fires, worried that they would do more damage to him.  I tugged him back as far as I could, groaning with the effort.  I sagged to the ground on the seat of my ass and panicked.  Who could I call?  This was the King,  not some random civilian.  I couldn't just call the clinic and get an ambulance.  Cell Phone!  Surely the King had a cell phone, right?  I leaned forward and starting ransacking the King’s pockets.  “Come on….please have a damn cell phone Wrath!”  I heard a slight murmur from him,  something sounding like “Leelan” shit, did he think I was his Shellan?  “Wrath…..Your Majesty….it is me uhhh Whicked...umm we met at the Audience House?”  Whatever life that had been in him enough to call out to his Shellan was fading fast.  I needed to call someone and I needed to feed him and soon.

I finally found his cell and thanked the Scribe Virgin that it wasn’t locked.  I went into his contacts trying to find someone to help.  As I scrolled the contacts I finally came across one that simply said “Doc”,  I wasnt sure if this was one of the clinic’s doctors but at this point I wouldn't waste time searching for someone better.  I hit dial and prayed that someone answered.

Wrath:

The pain was gone and I could almost literally feel my soul slip out of my body. It was the most freeing sensation I had ever experienced. Before I knew it, I was standing, fully intact, including my eyesight, within the most beautiful, blinding, white light. It encompassed me like a warm bath, radiating comfort into my bones. I had finally come to the place I belonged. I was finally free. Free of all the Earthly pain and torment I had been going through for the past ten years. It was over, gone. There was nothing left but a soothing sense of peacefulness in its place. In that moment, I knew there was no going back and tears of joy dripped from my lids… and there wasn’t even shame in the tears. I was full on crying and it phased me not.

“Wrath?” a whisper pierced the moment.

Looking up, I could barely see a silhouette of a figure standing in the middle of the light. It took me a minute to clear the tears from my eyes, but I knew that voice anywhere! How much I had longed to hear it, again, all these years! Collapsing in front of her, one word slipped past my lips, “Beth.” @DelicateDeviant

Whicked:

The phone was ringing,  thank fuck the phone was ringing! A gruff voice flooded my ear “Wrath,  you ok?  Didn’t see you at First Meal,  heard you headed out with Anara?”  There was a pause as he waited for Wrath to respond.  “Wrath,  hello?”  I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to clear the dryness. “Hello…..Yeah my name is Whicked….The King….the King uh...he..!”  The voice was frantic on the other end as I tried to figure out what to say.  “What do you mean the King?  Whicked?  Hello?  Is the King alright?  Can you talk to me Whicked?” I closed my eyes tight and just let the words flow. “The King is down,  he is injured.  Shot at least twice I think?” My eyes ran over the King checking for other wounds.  “Looks like a bomb went off?  Lots of Lessers down and the King got caught in the blast, he is in a bad way,  a lot of shrapnel based penetrating injuries.  I don’t..I don’t know what to do!”

The momentary silence was deafening before the Doc started barking orders down the phone,  telling me I needed to make sure the King was out of the path of danger,  that I needed to apply pressure to his wounds,  that I needed to feed him to make sure he had a chance of living through the night, finally he was telling me they were tracing would trace the Kings phone and someone would be here soon.  I didn’t even listen to whatever he was saying now.  I dropped the phone from my ear and pulled my t-shirt over my head and ripped it up,  using the fabric to help slow the flow of blood from the King’s stomach and chest.  

The flow was slowing,  I didn’t think that this was a good sign.  I leant over the face of the King, my cheek flush with his lips trying to figure out if the Male was still breathing.

It was faint,  but it was there,  he was still breathing!  I shouted over to the downed phone “Hurry the fuck up,  he is still breathing barely!

Wrath:

She knelt down beside me and wrapped me in her embrace. Falling forward, the sobs took over my body. My Beth was holding me in her arms, again. This was where I belonged. Nothing could ever tear me away from this female again. This was where the end of our journey began. We would live our lives out in The Fade, together, as it had always been meant to be. “I... missed you,” were the only words I could manage to speak between the tears.

“I missed you too, my love.” She responded, calmly, as she ran her fingers through my long, black hair.

There had never been a feeling so right in my world, than this one. Lifting my head to look in her eyes, they were just as I had remembered them, before I had lost my eyesight, bright and so incredibly blue. I had gotten lost in those eyes on so many occasions. Now, I was finally getting lost in them again.

Reaching forward, I brushed my hand ever so lightly against the skin of her cheek. She leaned into it and closed her eyes. “Beth,” I whispered and pulled her close for a kiss. @DelicateDeviant

Whicked:

Just as I thought the big bastard lying before me going to be ok,  everything went wrong...very very wrong!  

His chest stopped rising,  I leaned over him again,  he wasn’t breathing.  Shit!!  Seriously this could not be fucking happening to me!

I scrambled over and grabbed Wrath’s cell phone “Hello Doc guy?  Yeah he stopped breathing...what the fuck do I do now?”  Hello? Where the fuck are you people?”

Just as those words left my lips a female presence appeared to my left and I swear I could see right through her!  “Whicked?  Are you Whicked?  I am Jane,  I am a Doctor.  I need to check him over, ok?”  I just sat there,  half my body covering his. Not moving,  just starting at the apparition in front of me.  As she moved to get in closer to us, I bared my fangs and growled at her.  “Back the fuck off….!  Let the King have some peace in the Fade!”  She moved a little closer but more cautiously this time, her eyes never leaving my face as she bent down to take his pulse and inspect his wounds. I eyed her every move feeling oddly possessive of the body lain before me.

With a screech a SUV came tearing down the alley,  it’s headlights pinning us in their glare.  The driver slammed on the brakes and a huge figure clambered out and came dashing toward us, clambering over the rubble.  Another figure,  the Male from the Audience House dematerialised next to the Dr,  Vishous I think his name was.  I glared at the Males as they approached which was ridiculous as I was tiny compared to them,  what the hell was I going to do to members of the Brotherhood?  Scratch them to death?  Whatever, these guys were going to have to peel me off of the King if they tried to get me to move.  

The Male with the diamond eyes just glowered at me, as if this was all my fault,  that I had killed the King.

Wrath:

Beth entwined her fingers in my hair and deepened the kiss in return. This, right here, was everything! Everything I had been yearning for, for ten years. My Beth was finally back in my arms where she had been born to be. It couldn’t have been more perfect.

She pulled away and looked over her shoulder for a moment, then turned back. As her eyes rested on mine, a smile so enveloping grew across her features. “I love you so much, Wrath.”

“And I love you, Leelan.”

She leaned in and kissed me again. This time, it was a more hungry kiss, as if trying to make up for all the lost time. I happily gave myself over to her, to the moment, the first of many, many more. I would give this female the world from here on out, anything she asked of me would be hers, and we would never be separated again.

#IHateEverythingAboutYouChapter2 #EternallyBoundRPG

[eternallyboundfamily]

I Hate Everything About You:  Chapter 2, written by @DarkLoverLost & @DelicateDeviant

Whicked:

The bar had emptied out about an hour ago, I was on the close shift so it was up to me to check the banking was ready to drop off to the bank on my way home.  The cleaning crew wouldn’t be in for a few more hours, so I had the place to myself and I enjoyed these solitary hours before I headed home to the apartment I shared with my housemate Alanna, to sleep away the daylight hours.  

I took a quick inventory by eye of the bar stock levels and made my way through to the storeroom at the back of the bar to begin restocking the shelves and fridges and put the dishwasher on to begin on the glasses.  I pushed my way through into the storeroom and grabbed a crate of beer and put it onto the barrow cart that lay next to the door. I went back and fore loading up the barrow until it was as full as I could handle and wheeled it back to the bar.  I reached under the bar and grabbed the remote for my bluetooth speaker which was connected to my phone and pressed play. A smile crossed my face as one of my old favourites came on. Guns N Roses “Sweet Child of Mine” blasted out of the speakers and I sang along as I began to stock up the fridges and shelves with what I had taken through already.

Singing along to the music that pealed out of the speakers, my nimble fingers snatching up the bottles and stacking the fridges, I was almost knocked off my feet by an ear splitting explosion which rocked through the bar, the very walls shaking.  Various bottles of alcohol falling from the shelves, crashing to the floor, smashing into hundreds of pieces. I pushed myself to my feet, shock etched onto my features as I looked toward the source of the din. 

A hole!  A huge hole wreathed with flame had appeared where the rear exit of the bar once stood.  I skirted around the bar, my eyes never leaving the gaping hole. 

“What the fuck?” 

Wrath:

Moments seemed to drag on as I waited for those doors I’d heard so much about to appear in front of me, instead I got a whole lot of nothing. No motion, no sound, no scents, and it was if I were floating in the middle of an abyss. All my senses were failing me. I had hoped that once I had arrived, my sight and everything I’d lost would come slamming back. Apparently, I had been wrong. There was nothing here for me, just like there was nothing back there. It was as if everything were just taken away. I had no future, no more past, and my present was an endless void.

Where was my Queen?! All these years, from everything I had been taught, I was promised The Fade. Now, it was as if I had never existed. Life was gone, as was the afterlife. Had I done everything all wrong? I didn’t take my own life. I had fought hard and been taken down. Sure, I welcomed it, but I didn’t self-inflict. I was owed! I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out.

Then motion came back and I began to spin.

Whicked:

*I reached under the bar next to one of the tills and retrieved the Glock that was hidden just behind the cash drawer.  My fingers circled around the grip and I drew it out, I double checked it was loaded and flicked off the safety before I started to make my way carefully down toward the back of the bar, wary of whatever had caused the hole to appear.

As I came up to the gaping hole, I paused momentarily before peering out into the alleyway beyond. My mouth dropped at the sight in front of me.  There were body parts everywhere or at least that is how it seemed to me. Arms and legs drenched with a slick oily black substance. Lesser blood.  Or at least this is how it had been described to be in the past. And now that I saw the blood, the sickly sweet scent that had filled my childhood home, the night those bastards came into my life and took everything I had ever loved from me, clogged up my nose and I felt a wave of nausea sweep over me.  

I was utterly dumbfounded at what lay at my feet.  What the hell was I going to do? I am pretty sure the bar’s insurance policy did not cover explosions caused by baby powder smelling assholes.    As my eyes darted around the dimly lit alleyway, something caught my eye. A familiar pair of wraparound shades. Ones very much like what the King had worn the night I had met him in the Audience House when I requested funds from my trust.  But surely the King, the Blind King, wouldn’t be out in the field….right? I stepped carefully around the bodies and blood and crouched down, reaching out to snag the glasses from the ground. In my new lowered position I glanced around, hoping that I was wrong about the glasses.  And my panic abatted just a little until….!

“Oh no...sweet fuck no!”  Under a pile of black blooded bastards there was familiar tangle of hair, a broad muscled forearm, covered with tattoos bearing his lineage.  I rushed over, simultaneously putting the safety back to the gun and sliding into the waistband of my leather trousers and bending down to start pulling the bodies off of the downed King.  

Panic tinged my voice. “Your Majesty?  Hey….uhh Wrath can you hear me?” This could not be fucking happening! How the fuck was I going to help him? Wrath:As I began to spin, pain started to flood my body. I could feel exactly where the bullets had pierced my skin and sunk into the different organs, one in my stomach and one in my heart. Both were fatal. The one that passed through my stomach created an opening where fluid and blood were leaking into my gut.

 It also ended up lodging into my spine, which I was sure was causing my paralysis. The one in my heart was jammed into the wall of one of my six chambers, but it was plugging the slow leak. Eventually, my heart will give way. I just had to push through this agony.

Suddenly, I could hear someone calling out my name. “Leelan?!” I croaked around a mouthful of blood. But, no response came.

Fuck! Why couldn’t that bullet just shift a little bit to the left? The only thing I’ve been sure of these past ten years was that I needed to find a way to my Queen. Now, I had that within my grasp and I was terrified that it was slipping away. You often hear about people that have attempted suicide, where in those last moments their only thoughts were of wanting to live. I was not in that statistic. That was not me. The thought that I was so close to dying, could not have been more welcomed. The only thing I had been living for in these past ten years was my son, LW. If it hadn’t been for him, I would have done this a long time ago. But now, I was more convinced than ever that he would be better off without me. So, it was time.

As if my words rang in my fate, it was then I felt the bullet slide that final millimeter home.

Whicked:

My eyes ran over the lifeless body of the King, tangled up in Lessers and rubble from the explosion.  I began pulling away the rubble as quick as I can, but he wasn’t moving, didn’t seem to be hearing me talking to him.  “Wrath…..can you hear me? Come on big guy, you cannot do this to me, you cannot fucking die right here, right now. Your boys will kick my ass!”  I finally got the rubble off of him, my finger nails torn and bleeding but I ignored the pain and focussed on the Male in front of me. He was bleeding badly,  a pool of blood lay below him. From what I could see he had been shot a coupla times, one in the stomach, the worst one was in his chest. It looked close to his heart, but I could see the faint rise and fall of his chest, showing me he was still with me for now….!

I moved around to his head and hooked my arms under his armpits and dragged him back from the burning fires, worried that they would do more damage to him.

  I tugged him back as far as I could, groaning with the effort. I sagged to the ground on the seat of my ass and panicked. Who could I call? This was the King,  not some random civilian. I couldn't just call the clinic and get an ambulance. Cell Phone! Surely the King had a cell phone, right? I leaned forward and starting ransacking the King’s pockets.  “Come on….please have a damn cell phone Wrath!” I heard a slight murmur from him, something sounding like “Leelan” shit, did he think I was his Shellan? “Wrath…..Your Majesty….it is me uhhh Whicked...umm we met at the Audience House?”  Whatever life that had been in him enough to call out to his Shellan was fading fast. I needed to call someone and I needed to feed him and soon.

I finally found his cell and thanked the Scribe Virgin that it wasn’t locked.  I went into his contacts trying to find someone to help. As I scrolled the contacts I finally came across one that simply said “Doc”,  I wasnt sure if this was one of the clinic’s doctors but at this point I wouldn't waste time searching for someone better. I hit dial and prayed that someone answered.

Wrath:

The pain was gone and I could almost literally feel my soul slip out of my body. It was the most freeing sensation I had ever experienced. Before I knew it, I was standing, fully intact, including my eyesight, within the most beautiful, blinding, white light. It encompassed me like a warm bath, radiating comfort into my bones. I had finally come to the place I belonged. I was finally free. Free of all the Earthly pain and torment I had been going through for the past ten years. It was over, gone. There was nothing left but a soothing sense of peacefulness in its place. In that moment, I knew there was no going back and tears of joy dripped from my lids… and there wasn’t even shame in the tears. I was full on crying and it phased me not.

“Wrath?” a whisper pierced the moment.

Looking up, I could barely see a silhouette of a figure standing in the middle of the light. It took me a minute to clear the tears from my eyes, but I knew that voice anywhere! How much I had longed to hear it, again, all these years! Collapsing in front of her, one word slipped past my lips, “Beth.” 

Whicked:

The phone was ringing,  thank fuck the phone was ringing! A gruff voice flooded my ear “Wrath,  you ok? Didn’t see you at First Meal, heard you headed out with Anara?”  There was a pause as he waited for Wrath to respond. “Wrath, hello?” I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to clear the dryness. “Hello…..Yeah my name is Whicked….The King….the King uh...he..!”  The voice was frantic on the other end as I tried to figure out what to say. “What do you mean the King? Whicked? Hello? Is the King alright? Can you talk to me Whicked?” I closed my eyes tight and just let the words flow. “The King is down,  he is injured. Shot at least twice I think?” My eyes ran over the King checking for other wounds. “Looks like a bomb went off? Lots of Lessers down and the King got caught in the blast, he is in a bad way, a lot of shrapnel based penetrating injuries.  I don’t..I don’t know what to do!”

The momentary silence was deafening before the Doc started barking orders down the phone,  telling me I needed to make sure the King was out of the path of danger, that I needed to apply pressure to his wounds,  that I needed to feed him to make sure he had a chance of living through the night, finally he was telling me they were tracing would trace the Kings phone and someone would be here soon.  I didn’t even listen to whatever he was saying now. I dropped the phone from my ear and pulled my t-shirt over my head and ripped it up, using the fabric to help slow the flow of blood from the King’s stomach and chest.   The flow was slowing,  I didn’t think that this was a good sign.  I leant over the face of the King, my cheek flush with his lips trying to figure out if the Male was still breathing.

It was faint,  but it was there,  he was still breathing!  I shouted over to the downed phone “Hurry the fuck up,  he is still breathing barely!

Wrath:

She knelt down beside me and wrapped me in her embrace. Falling forward, the sobs took over my body. My Beth was holding me in her arms, again. This was where I belonged. Nothing could ever tear me away from this female again. This was where the end of our journey began. We would live our lives out in The Fade, together, as it had always been meant to be. “I... missed you,” were the only words I could manage to speak between the tears. “I missed you too, my love.” She responded, calmly, as she ran her fingers through my long, black hair.

There had never been a feeling so right in my world, than this one. Lifting my head to look in her eyes, they were just as I had remembered them, before I had lost my eyesight, bright and so incredibly blue. I had gotten lost in those eyes on so many occasions. Now, I was finally getting lost in them again.

Reaching forward, I brushed my hand ever so lightly against the skin of her cheek. She leaned into it and closed her eyes. “Beth,” I whispered and pulled her close for a kiss.

Whicked:

Just as I thought the big bastard lying before me going to be ok,  everything went wrong...very very wrong! 

His chest stopped rising,  I leaned over him again, he wasn’t breathing.  Shit!! Seriously this could not be fucking happening to me!

I scrambled over and grabbed Wrath’s cell phone “Hello Doc guy?  Yeah he stopped breathing...what the fuck do I do now?” Hello? Where the fuck are you people?” 

Just as those words left my lips a female presence appeared to my left and I swear I could see right through her!  “Whicked? Are you Whicked? I am Jane, I am a Doctor. I need to check him over, ok?” I just sat there, half my body covering his. Not moving,  just starting at the apparition in front of me. As she moved to get in closer to us, I bared my fangs and growled at her. “Back the fuck off….! Let the King have some peace in the Fade!”  She moved a little closer but more cautiously this time, her eyes never leaving my face as she bent down to take his pulse and inspect his wounds. I eyed her every move feeling oddly possessive of the body lain before me.

With a screech a SUV came tearing down the alley,  it’s headlights pinning us in their glare. The driver slammed on the brakes and a huge figure clambered out and came dashing toward us, clambering over the rubble.  Another figure, the Male from the Audience House dematerialised next to the Dr, Vishous I think his name was. I glared at the Males as they approached which was ridiculous as I was tiny compared to them,  what the hell was I going to do to members of the Brotherhood? Scratch them to death? Whatever, these guys were going to have to peel me off of the King if they tried to get me to move. 

The Male with the diamond eyes just glowered at me, as if this was all my fault,  that I had killed the King.

Wrath:

Beth entwined her fingers in my hair and deepened the kiss in return. This, right here, was everything! Everything I had been yearning for, for ten years. My Beth was finally back in my arms where she had been born to be. It couldn’t have been more perfect.

She pulled away and looked over her shoulder for a moment, then turned back. As her eyes rested on mine, a smile so enveloping grew across her features. “I love you so much, Wrath.”

“And I love you, Leelan.” 

She leaned in and kissed me again. This time, it was a more hungry kiss, as if trying to make up for all the lost time. I happily gave myself over to her, to the moment, the first of many, many more. I would give this female the world from here on out, anything she asked of me would be hers, and we would never be separated again.

[thecoroutfitters]

Written by Pat Henry on The Prepper Journal.

I travel a pretty good bit for work. When I travel, it almost exclusively by air as it just so happens my co-workers or customers are spread all over the globe. In a perfect world I always have my EDC gear on me but when traveling, especially via plane, you have to make some concessions. When it makes sense I have basic survival gear that I pack, but my luggage has to be checked. I have flown with a firearm on multiple occasions, but what if you are unable to take any survival gear with you? What would you do if you were caught in a disaster without even your trusty survival knife?

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In this article I want to go through some situations I personally have in my 9-5 life where I wasn’t as prepared as I know in my heart I should be, and discuss some alternatives when you are caught without your prepping supplies. When all hell breaks loose, are you doomed if you don’t have your full battle rattle on?

What should you be carrying everywhere you go?

EDC. Any prepper worth his or her salt knows that this acronym stands for Every Day Carry. This is the gear you have on your person virtually all the time. These are usually simple items like a folding knife, a flashlight, watch, Leatherman or multitool. Optionally, some people (like me) will add a concealed carry weapon to this list and maybe a compass, lighter or matches and spare cash. The items that make up your EDC are personal, should be appropriate to your daily routine and environment and vary greatly from prepper to prepper. I wrote a whole article about my EDC list some time back.

On any normal day, I have most if not all elements of my personal EDC on me when I leave my house. I have a knife in my pocket, handkerchief (only used it once to help a lady out) flashlight and lighter are housed on my keys and my concealed carry weapon. I have other elements in my work backpack and a ton of gear in my car. If I have nothing more than my car, I can probably live for a week very comfortably – assuming I couldn’t drive anywhere. If I only had my backpack and what’s on my person, that would be a little tougher, but I would have basic lifesaving tools or elements to help me improve my situation. If I only had what is in my pockets I would still be pretty much in the same boat. But when I am traveling, sometimes I don’t have any of my EDC Gear on me. It’s pretty much me betting that I will be OK.

How can you travel without any EDC gear?

I have written before about how to fly with a firearm legally and for most air travel I take, outside of work I still do fly with my firearm. I also keep a mini-go bag in my suitcase with a sawyer mini water filter, knife, fire starter, headlamp, first aid kit and mylar blanket. I have a stainless water bottle too so the basics are covered. But on most trips here recently, I don’t fly with my trusty Glock and if I am not checking bags, knives are out the window too. I can, and still do bring a small, but bright flashlight and hanky with me, but most of what I consider my must haves are left at home. Why?

Convenience.

Yes, Sheer convenience. I am admitting it now before the entire world that sometimes, it is easier to not check bags. If I am carrying my bag onto a plane, I have far fewer options on what I can bring with me but I have many more options with flights. If my flight gets cancelled and I have my bag with me, I can run to another airline. If some weather delays me mid-journey, I can take another route home, or make it to the car rental agencies before my fellow travelers. If any one of a number of hiccups happen with the airlines I don’t have to go into that important client meeting wearing the same outfit I had on yesterday. Which was designed for comfort. Not impressing clients. Convenience.

Lost luggage at Airport.

Now, many of you may be saying to yourselves: “How can Pat consider himself a prepper if he goes and leaves himself vulnerable like that for convenience” and I understand what you mean, but I look at things a little differently. Actually, major points of my philosophy evolve or change over the years. Here is what I know.

In this country, or even pretty much any country I would find myself in for business travel, if anything short of a nuclear bomb went off, I would be able to get the supplies I needed even if I wasn’t carrying them.

Obtaining survival gear in the wild

And by wild I am not talking about a jungle adventure with Bear Grylls. If that’s the place you are visiting, you better have your gear no matter what. What do I mean? OK, let me explain. Let’s say I am traveling in business to Boston, MA without any of the gear I normally carry as EDC and an EMP hits. Assuming, I would be better off with my regular EDC (and I do), where could I replace that gear quickly? Before I continue, let’s list off the basic items again:

Shelter

A means of keeping yourself warm, cool, dry

Tarp/Poncho/Jackets, Hats, Gloves, etc.

Water

A method of making water safe to drink

A container for holding water

Food

Enough calories to keep you going for the duration

Security

A means of protecting yourself from two-legged predators

The list above is only the most basic items for survival, but we can start there. Going back to Boston and an EMP hits. What is the first thing you think everyone will do?

Probably nothing.

That is your time to act. While everyone is complaining that they can’t check the weather or stocks or the latest snapchat on their phones you need to move.  As a prepper, you should be practicing situational awareness. That means a lot of different things depending on the situation you are in, but when it comes to a disaster like this where people aren’t dying immediately, your job is to act. My focus will be obtaining as many survival supplies as I can before the sheeple wake up.

In a situation like that, I would head out to the nearest store. If I was lucky enough to come across an REI or a Dick’s Sporting Goods or even a Walmart you would be all set provided you had cash with you and the store was accepting cash transactions. When I fly, I try to bring $300 in cash with me for emergencies. It won’t do everything, but it could help, especially in a situation like this. For that $300, you could easily get a knife, headlamp, tarp and just about all the other EDC basics I left at home.

But that’s too easy. What if you weren’t in Boston and couldn’t find a sporting goods store to save your life. Then what?

Head to the drug store, hardware store or grocery store but skip past the food isles, at least at first. Go to the smaller section they always have with light-bulbs and extension cords and toilet plungers. Go to the housewares section. They may not have knives, but they could have box cutters. You may be able to find tarps, but if not, trash bags connected with duct tape will keep you just as dry. If you don’t already have a backpack, you should be able to find one of those too that will fit your supplies.

The small local hardware store might be the last place people run, but a great place to find supplies.

Matches will be there too and usually so will lighter fluid. Together, if you keep the matches dry you should be able to make a fire. You will always be able to find some form of flashlight in these stores too but don’t forget to get extra batteries. Hopefully you have shoes that are comfortable to walk in.

We can’t forget food, but skip canned food and grab items that you don’t need to prepare or weigh a whole lot but still provide calories. Think energy bars or breakfast bars and be sure to check the calorie counts if you have time.

What about security? The box cutter or knife would be better than nothing, but you really have to get close in order for those to work. Man has been using clubs since the dawn of time, really, they are still being used all over the world as the post about handmade weapons demonstrates very clearly. You can find some implement and use it as a club. It isn’t what I would rather have instead of my trusty concealed Glock, but it beats (no pun intended) not having anything.

I guess the point I am trying to make is that survival can’t be distilled down to only who has the right gear because I know that many of you could survive if you were dropped naked in the middle of a jungle. Survival is about having the will to live above all else. Skills follow closely, but you can still survive if you have the right mindset. I don’t recommend leaving home without your EDC, but if you have to, or get caught on a late-night Walmart run, you usually will have options. Look for opportunities to give yourself and advantage and maybe you will find that you are much better off than you thought you were.

Let me know your thoughts in the comments below and stay safe!

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