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Jamie Benn one shot

The moment Jamie knew he was going to propose to his girlfriend he knew he would want to involve her daughter in some way. In every way. He wanted her to be involved as much as possible. Not only does he love Samantha like his own, but he is clueless about how to go about it and Sammy is five years old going on fifteen. She has all of the answers, even to questions he never asks. She’s the perfect partner in crime to plan the perfect proposal for the perfect woman.

He never thought in a million years that he would date a single mom and he sure as hell would never admit to believing in love at first sight, but when he saw her for the first time it was as close as one could get to it. He thought he was in love before. Hell, he thought he’d never fall in love again, but this love is way different. This is that once in a lifetime love you always dream about but never think is actually possible.

It was three years ago when they first met. Gabriella was out with the ladies of the single moms club she was a part of. Once a month the ladies of the single moms of Dallas club would go out for some fun, food, and drinks. That night they just happened to go to the same Texas Rangers baseball game as Jamie, his brother Jordie, and his friend Justin. It was one last hurrah until Jordie had to leave Dallas for the start of the hockey season. Neither of them had any idea they would be finding true love that night.

The game had gone into extra innings and both of them had a good amount of drinks over the course of the night, feeling loose, and the Rangers wound up winning. Everyone walking along the concourse was giving the people passing them in the opposite direction high fives in celebration.

Jamie had his hand up high fiving one person after the other after the other. With the alcohol coursing through his veins he was feeling exceptionally personable, he usually keeps to himself and his inner circle exclusively.

When they got to each other they went for the high five, Jamie missing Gabriella’s hand entirely and smacking her in the face, he was horrified. Both of their groups stopped in their tracks to make sure she was ok. Jamie was profusely apologizing while she was laughing her ass off.

“I am so sorry. I don’t know how that happened. Are you sure you’re ok?” As a professional athlete Jamie is no stranger to high fives and handshakes so it’s lost on him what went wrong, especially when he had connected with every other person before her. It couldn’t possibly be that just for a second he got lost in her beauty and forgot where he was, right? Perhaps she got lost in his looks too since she missed as well.

“I don’t think anything’s broken. You’re off the hook.” Sure, she could be annoyed that some random guy smacked her in the face, but what’s the point in that? It was clearly an accident. She couldn’t help laughing it off. It was pretty funny, after all. She was still laughing about it, in fact, something that Jamie noticed.

“I feel terrible. Really. I can’t apologize enough.” He was extremely embarrassed and felt horrible for hitting her.

“No need. I’m fine.” For a few seconds they locked eyes and stared at each other, not saying a word. She let a bit of a smile slip, which made him smile back no matter how hard he tried to fight it. She had finally taken the time to really look at him and realized that this random guy was really handsome. Maybe it really was her lucky night. “Do you wanna try again?”

He looked down at the ground, unsure if he wanted to try again after that. “Oh, I dunno.”

She held her hand up for another high five, hoping he’d go for it. She didn’t want him to leave feeling bad about what happened. It really wasn’t a big deal. If anything it would be a funny story to tell her friends the next day. He softly high fived her with a little grin on his face. He could finally admit to himself that this was a little amusing.

After talking for a few minutes they started to get herded off by security and before going their separate ways they wound up taking a picture together, with the help of the suggestion by her friend. The picture was cute and it was texted to her right away. She immediately thought about posting it on Instagram. The story had to be told to her friends and family.

“Are you on Instagram? I’ll tag you in it.”

Jamie hesitated. He wasn't sure he wanted to be tagged, not because he didn’t like her but because he didn’t like the idea of just anyone being able to see it. Justin nudged him, breaking him out of his thoughts. “Live a little.” Jamie continued to be silent so Justin thought he would take matters into his own hands. “It’s jamiebenn14.” He watched as she typed it in. “Two n’s. Yup, like that.” He knew he could always remove the tag before anyone saw and he’d still have her name so Justin’s life was safe. That didn’t stop Jamie from glaring at him, though. “You’re gonna tell your grandkids about this one day. Don’t forget to mention that I helped.” Jamie shoved him and they all had a good laugh as they made their way out to the parking lot.

It took Gabriella a few days to send Jamie a message, and after a few weeks of talking back and forth through DMs on Instagram they decided to go on a date. Despite him being pretty shy at first and she was being pretty cautious they felt an instant connection. Jamie immediately let his walls down and became comfortable enough with her to let his personality shine by the end of the night. Gabriella couldn't resist his charm and his dry sense of humor. A sucker for sarcasm, she didn't stand a chance.

They really liked each other after the first date. They didn't want the night to end. They wound up sitting in front of her house talking until morning. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this way about someone, which scared her. She wasn't sure if she was ready for it. Ready to let someone into her life, into her heart. She wasn't sure if she was ready to fall in love again, possibly get hurt again. Him being a professional athlete made it so much more difficult. She wasn't sure if she could handle it, so even though she really liked him she made the decision that she wouldn't see him again.

Jamie’s schedule and him being in the spotlight was something she couldn't get past. She didn't want to spend her days missing someone. She was looking for an eventual partner and she wasn't sure that he could be that for her. She quickly realized that no matter what, she missed him. The more she fought against it, the harder it became to cut him out of her life. Missing him knowing she’d at least be seeing him again is way better than missing him for the rest of her life.

Jamie understood her decision. It's not easy dating a professional athlete. He knew that. Even though she made him happy and he had a sense of freedom to be himself that he never felt with a girl before he had to let her go. It was one of the hardest things he's had to do. He had gotten so used to talking to her at night before bed or after practice or a game. She had become a part of his routine so quickly and he wasn't sure how he was going to be able to push her out of his mind.

Luckily for Jamie he didn't have to figure it out for long. He was on the road when he got the text from her asking if he was busy. Part of him wanted to jump on a plane and fly down to see her but life doesn't work like that. He told her he'd be back in town in five days and the first thing he'd do is take her out to lunch. She hated that she had to wait but it's not like she had a choice. She had been missing him and she'd just have to miss him a little bit longer.

As soon as he got back to Dallas he made good on his promise and took her out to lunch. He was so relieved that she wanted to see him again and hoped that she would be willing to give him a chance to prove that he was worth it and that he'd spend all of his free time making her as happy as she made him. As soon as she walked in the door of the restaurant he gave her the biggest hug and that was it, she was hooked, she knew that even though it will have its challenges life would be so better with him in it than without. Lunch turned to dinner and dinner turned into forever. They both knew that they had found something special and didn’t want to let it go.

It took Gabriella a few months to decide when would be a good time for Jamie to meet Samantha. She didn't want to bring someone into her life that would leave, but working around her schedule was getting more and more difficult and she was already falling in love with him. Sammy was two so the concept of boyfriend versus friend wasn't something she would understand anyway. She was comfortable as long as they were careful and moved slowly.

Jamie was the most nervous he's ever been that day. It just had to go smoothly. He had no reason to be. He has nieces and most of the time he feels more comfortable with kids than adults. But this wasn't just any kid, this was her kid. She had put her trust in him and he didn't want to let her down. It was also really important to him to get along with Samantha because he wanted to be in their lives on a more permanent basis.

Gabriella was pretty nervous herself. She obviously knew Jamie was aware she was a mom, but he had never actually seen her be a mom. She was worried that maybe once he saw her as a mom that his view of her would change, that maybe he wouldn’t want her anymore, that dating a single mom would be too much for him. She knew Samantha would love him, she loved everyone, and Jamie is easy to love. She had seen how he interacts with kids and knew that he was a natural. She just wasn’t sure if it being her kid would make it different. She loves the way he looked at her and she didn’t want that to change.

He stood in the toy store at the mall trying to find the perfect toy he would give Samantha when he got there, not knowing exactly what the perfect toy would be since he had never met her before. He could hear Gabriella’s voice in his head telling him she’s two and any toy would be fine, but he wanted it to mean something. He finally saw a glimpse of purple and he remembered that she had told him that Samantha was obsessed with anything purple so he grabbed the super soft purple stuffed bunny and knew he found what he was looking for.

When she opened the door she gave him the warmest hug. All of her hugs are his favorite. They make him feel safe and loved. She saw the bunny in his hand and smiled. “She’s going to love that.”

“I hope so.”

They walked into the living room where Samantha was sitting on the couch and watching cartoons. She turned the TV off so Sam could concentrate on Jamie. Jamie slinked into the room and sheepishly waved to Samantha before squatting down in front of her. “Hi, I’m Jamie, it’s nice to finally meet you. I brought you a bunny.”

He handed her the bunny and she took it from him and hugged it. “Popo bunyee.” Her way of saying purple bunny. It melted his heart.

Gabriella sat down on the couch next to Samantha. “Can you say thank you to Jamie?”

Samantha climbed down off of the couch. “Fank you, Damie.” She hugged him and that was it for him, he was in love with the little girl and her mom.

“You’re very welcome. I hope you like it.”

Gabriella smiled proudly at how well her daughter did. “We’ve been working on saying your name.”

“You have?”

“We have.”

"That's so...I love you." That was the first time he had said it to her. He wasn't planning on telling her right then and there but he just couldn't hold it in any longer.

She had been wanting to hear those words from him since the moment they met. She was too scared to tell him first, unsure if he felt the same way, worried about jumping the gun. "I love you too."

Samantha too had to get in on the loving action, being the little sponge brain that she was and repeating a lot of what her mom would say. A little “I love you” squeaked out and made both her and Jamie laugh. It was right then and there that Jamie decided that these two were his family and he was never going to let them go.

There came a point in their relationship that they decided that the back and forth just wasn’t working for them anymore. He didn’t want to sleep alone. He didn’t want to have to say goodbye to Gabriella or Samantha. Between his busy schedule and her trying to find some free time, living apart was more trouble than it was worth. It was time to move in together. They had multiple conversations about it, making sure that it was the right thing for them and for Samantha. They were on the same page. This is what they both needed and wanted. Samantha was young enough where she would adapt easily and it would soon become the only life she’d know.

Not only was it getting hard on her to say goodbye, but it was getting harder and harder on Samantha. She was too young to understand why Jamie kept leaving and seeing her cry every time was breaking his heart.

In preparation to officially ask her he cleared out one of the bedrooms that he thought would be perfect for Samantha and painted the walls lavender. He couldn't be more excited about it. They had plenty of discussions about the possibility of moving in together so he had no doubts she'd say yes. He wanted to make this grand gesture to show that Samantha was just as important to him as she was, not that there was any doubt, she knew.

Sometimes he would have date nights alone with Gabrielle and other times the three of them would have a nice night together. This was one of those nights where they were going to his house for dinner and a movie. Jamie had it all planned out, a movie for Samantha and a movie for the grownups for after she falls asleep. Usually they would have dinner delivered if they stayed in, but that night he would be cooking for them.

As soon as he opened the door Samantha's arms were around his leg. She always made sure she was the first to give him hugs. He picked her up and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek. "Hey munchkin! Are you ready for date night?"

"Yes!" Samantha exclaimed as she threw her arms around his neck.

He peeked around her at Gabriella. "Oh, hey, you're here too."

"Someone had to drive your girlfriend here."

He smiled before carrying Samantha inside and placing her down on the couch so he could give Gabriella a proper greeting. "You can stay if you want," he teased as he hugged her.

“Imagine if you were actually as funny as you think you are,” she quips back. She always puts him in his place when he’s being sassy and sarcastic, one of the many reasons he fell in love with her. She never fails to make him laugh. And laugh he did before cradling her face in his hands and kissing her tenderly. It was then she realized she could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen. “Are you cooking?”

“I thought we could stay in tonight. Is that ok?”

“It smells great. It’s perfectly ok.”

His plan was to ask her after dinner but he started to get anxious and knew he wouldn’t be able to act normal or concentrate while they ate so he checked the timer to make sure he had enough time to show her right then, and he did, so he picked Samantha up. “I have something to show you guys upstairs.”

She followed behind him up the stairs, curious as to what he was up to and not a clue what it could be. They stepped into the room and she was taken aback, knowing that the room was painted for Samantha. There could be no other explanation. Samantha looked around the room with wonder. So much purple. It was a room Samantha was already familiar with since she would sleep in it if they stayed over, which didn’t happen too often. Gabriella looked at Jamie in disbelief, waiting for an explanation.

“I know we’ve been talking about moving in together so I wanted to take the first step. Do you think we could start moving her stuff in here?”

She couldn’t help laughing to herself at the way he was asking, of course it was about Samantha. She hugged him so tight. She could never begin to thank him for treating Samantha as his own the way that he does. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

He kissed her forehead with all of the love in his heart. “I’m asking both of you to move in with me. I don’t want to live another day where I’m watching you walk out that door and I sleep alone.”

She rubbed her thumb along Samantha’s cheek. “What do you think? Should we live with Jamie?”

“Yeah. Live with Jamie.”

“You heard the girl. We’re moving in.”

Jamie could not have been happier while he squeezed both of his girls and kissed them all over their faces. He could have stood in that moment forever but the alarm on his phone went off. Dinner was ready. He kissed them both one more time and they headed back downstairs to celebrate.

Gabriella still goes out with the girls once a month and when that time comes Jamie and Samantha always plan a fun night together. Tonight is no different, except Jamie has done all of the planning. Tonight is the night he asks Samantha if it would be ok with her to ask her mom to marry him. He has been thinking long and hard about how he was going to do it, what he would say, where he would take her, and he hasn’t been able to figure it out on his own. Asking Samantha for her help seems like the perfect way to include her, and it couldn’t hurt getting her opinion on how he should go about doing it.

He loves his nights with Samantha. They have so much fun together. He sees so much of Gabriella in Samantha. He thinks she’s the most incredible mother and can’t wait to add to their little family. First thing’s first, though, he has to ask her to marry him. He wanted to make it as special for Samantha as he could so he ordered a single rose from his go to flower company. They put it in a little box, where it lasts a very long time. Of course he had to get a purple rose, as it still is her favorite color.

Luckily for Jamie Samantha has picked up his affinity for Mexican food and his favorite Mexican restaurant has become hers too. He has no doubts that this is where he’d take her, this is where they go during most of their date nights. She thinks they’re a little obsessed. Jamie just likes to stick with what he knows is good. Samantha is just happy to be there and isn’t too picky about food.

The whole time they’re at dinner all Jamie wants to do is go back home and tell her the big news. The flower has already been delivered. He already has the ring. He can’t wait to see Samantha’s face when he tells her. Over the last three years they have become so close and he just considers her his daughter. He’s been the only man in her life that she can remember so as far as she’s concerned he’s her dad. She does know that her biological dad is out there somewhere and that Jamie isn’t that to her, and she’s still a little too young to understand the extent of it, but to her he’s the whole world.

After dinner and dessert Jamie and Samantha go home and for some reason he’s a little nervous. He’s not sure why. He’s been thinking about this for months. He had bought the ring. Talking to Samantha about it should be the easiest part. He looks in the rear view mirror at her smiling and singing along to the radio in the back seat. He can’t believe that this is his life sometimes and he feels incredibly lucky that he gets to love them and to be loved by them.

“What do you want to do when we get home?” He asks knowing full well what’s going to be happening next. He’s still curious to see what she has in mind for the rest of their night.

“Moana and popcorn.”

He chuckles. He doesn’t know why he thought it would be any different. She is obsessed with Moana. She watches it so much that he pretty much knows the whole movie by heart. It is thanks to her that he has the soundtrack in a playlist on Spotify. He doesn’t mind, though, it’s a good movie. “You got it, munchkin.” They could do that after he tells her about the proposal.

“Can you dress up like Maui for Halloween?”

"Halloween isn't for another few months."

"I still want you to dress up as Maui in a few months."

"Who would mom be?"

She goes into a fit of giggles. "The grandma."

He has to fight a laugh. "I'm not sure she'd like that idea."

“But the grandma is awesome.” The mischievous smile on her face reveals she knows exactly what she’s insinuating by suggesting the grandma.

“I see that smile, missy.” She giggles even more. "How about me and mommy dress up like Moana's mom and dad?"

She scrunches her face up. "No way. Maui's fun. Moana's dad is mean."

"I don't think he is mean. He just worries about Moana and wants her to be safe."

"But she did it. She never would have learned if she didn't go."

He pauses for a few beats. That is a very smart and mature takeaway by this little girl. She's growing up way too fast. "You're right about that. Maybe mom can be Moana too. That would be cute.”

“Hmmmm. I guess that would be ok.”

"I'll be Maui for you." There was never a real chance that he wouldn't do it. He would do anything that little girl asked him to do if it meant making her happy.

"Yay! Thank you, Jamie."

“You’re very welcome.”

“Can you play the Moana song?”

Normally he may put up a fight since they are about to go home and watch the movie but he’s in an exceptionally good mood. She could ask for a pony right now and he'd probably say yes. She sings along to all of the songs the whole way home and Jamie hums along with her. He could not be happier than he is right now. He loves singing in the car with his daughter. That’s how he refers to her because that’s how he sees her.

When they get inside the house Samantha runs to her room to get her favorite movie watching blanket while Jamie takes the opportunity to get the flower and the ring from his room. He places the flower on the coffee table in front of the couch and keeps the ring box in his pocket to reveal later. He gets the popcorn and bowl out so he can make it for them after they talk. He knows if he put the movie on right away she’d be too distracted.

She runs into the living room and jumps onto the couch next to Jamie. “Got my blankie!”

He smiles with every muscle in his face. He loves how excited she gets for movie night, especially when it’s Moana. “I see. Can we share?” He’s a little amused that she hasn’t noticed the flower on the table yet. He watches her to see her face when it finally happens.

“Yeah, we can share.” She drapes as much of her little blanket as she can on him, which only covers his thigh.

He kisses the top of her head. “Thanks, munchkin.”

She finally spots the flower and her whole face lights up. “What is that?” She asks excitedly. “It’s so pretty! Can I see it?”

He picks the flower up and hands it to her. “It’s for you.”

She holds it right in front of her face, eyes as wide as saucers. “It is?”

He nods. “Mhmm. Because I love you so much and I have a really important question to ask you.”

She smiles the sweetest smile. “I love you too, Jamie. What’s the question?”

“I was wondering if it would be ok with you if I asked mommy to marry me.”

She shrieks at the top of her lungs, making Jamie wince. “For real?”

He pulls her into his lap. “For real. It’s time, don’t you think?”

She nods vigorously. "It's definitely time."

He smiles from ear to ear. "So it would be ok with you if I asked her to marry me?"

"It's so ok, Jamie." She squeals. "I can't believe it!" She throws her arms around his neck and gives him the biggest hug that she can. "This is the best day of my life!"

He smiles and boops her nose. “Mine too. I’m gonna need your help figuring out how to ask her.”

“You do? Hm.” She taps her chin with her finger as she thinks. “It has to be super romantic.”

“She deserves the best proposal and I’m not too sure what that would be. We met at the Rangers game. Should I do it at a Rangers game? That might be fun.”

She shakes her head. “She would kill you if you did it in front of all those people.”

“I could do it in a suite, just the two of us, but maybe you’re right.”

“Not romantic enough. You need fireworks, and balloons, and flowers, and candles, and and and and, you know, romantic stuff.”

He chuckles. “Romantic stuff, eh? I think fireworks might be a bit much, but maybe you’re onto something with the candles and flowers.”

“She loves you a whole bunch, Jamie. I think she’d be happy with anything.”

“She’s pretty special and she deserves special. I want her to know how much she means to me, how much both of you mean to me.”

“She knows.”

“But it’s always nice to hear anyway, isn’t it?” He nudges her and she giggles from the tickles. “Should I take her out or just stay here?” Part of him hopes she says do it at home since that’s where he’s more comfortable. After thinking about it, that’s where he’s leaning anyway.

“She likes when you cook.”

“Alright. So, I’ll cook her dinner and it could be a nice quiet night, just the two of us.”

“Quiet and romantic.”

“Yes, of course, romantic.” He has an ear to ear smile. He loves how enthusiastic she is about it. He didn’t really worry that she’d have a problem with it but it’s good to know she’s on board. Samantha’s approval is all he really cares about. “I’ll get a bunch of candles and those lilies she likes.”

“And a ring.”

“I have the ring already.”

She lets out a little gasp. “You do?”

“Mhmm. Do you want to see it?”

She bounces with excitement. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

He sits her down next to him, reaches into his pocket and pulls the ring box out. “I think she’s really going to love it.” He opens the box to reveal the ring he has spent months picking out. “What do you think?”

“I love it. It’s perfect. Mommy’s going to freak out.”

“Do you think she’s going to say yes?” A question he’s only asking for Samantha’s reaction. He isn’t really worried about it. They talk about their life together all of the time.

“She’d be crazy not to. She loooooooves you. Love, love, loves you.”

He can’t help smiling wide. “That’s good to know. I love, love, love her too. And you know who else? You. I Love, love, love you.”

She hugs him. “I love you too. Can we watch Moana now?”

He belly laughs. “Yes we can.”

Two long weeks Jamie has waited for this day. Two long weeks of preparing and planning his proposal. He’s ordered the flowers and the candles. He’s bought the food he’s going to make. He has dropped off Samantha at her grandparents’ for the night. He has the ring. He has an idea of what he’s going to say. He just needs the girl. She’s been at work and he’s just waiting for her to come home.

The living room is filled with various sized candles, all unscented. He almost made the mistake of buying scented candles, which would mask the natural scent of the lilies. The lights are off and the candles illuminate the room on their own, exactly how he wanted it to look. He ordered so many stargazer lilies that he could open his own flower shop. The irony of the name is not lost on him as he is on the Dallas Stars and these are her favorite flowers, something they both had a good laugh about when he asked her what her favorite flower is before their first Valentine’s Day together. They are a beautiful flower and they do smell amazing. He could see why she loves them so much. The whole house is filled with the aroma of the lilies and he can’t say he minds it one bit.

He put on a white button down and slacks. He’s not sure if it’s necessary to get dressed up but it feels right. This isn’t just some regular dinner, this is the most important dinner of his life. The ring box is burning a hole in his pocket. He’s starting to get a little anxious and wonders if he got everything ready too soon. He’s not sure if he should cook now and ask after or ask first and then cook. He can’t exactly concentrate right now, though, so after he asks it will have to be. He begins to pace around the living room, checking the time every few seconds until the door opens and she walks in. Immediately a calm washes over him and he smiles.

She looks around the room at all of the candles and all of the flowers in amazement and a little bit of shock. “What’s going on?”

“Is something different?” He can’t help being his usual sarcastic self, even when he’s about to propose.

“Jame.”

“Gab.”

She finally starts to move and walk around the room. Obviously he’s up to something but she’s too blown away to realize what’s about to happen. She stops to smell each of the bouquets of flowers. “Where’s Samantha?”

“Your parents have her for the night.” He takes her by the hand and pulls her into a hug. She melts in his arms. He always gives her the warmest hug every time she gets home, whether if she’s gone for a few minutes or hours.

“Is that so?” An ear to ear smile creeps along her face. “What’s the occasion?”

"You." He kisses her with every fiber of his being. It’s a kiss that knocks them both off their feet. One of those unforgettable kisses that they’ll remember 60 years from now, and they’ll feel it then too. It leaves them both breathless, which gives him time to compose himself. What he says next is going to be the most important words he’s ever said in his life and he wants to make sure he gets it right. She’s perfect and she deserves perfect. “You are the most loving, funny, down to earth, amazing woman I’ve ever met. Sometimes I don’t know why you put up with me but I’m so thankful that you do. The way you love me...I didn’t know love like that existed. You are my happy place, my calm place, my whole world. You and that incredible daughter of yours. I couldn’t imagine my life without you both. You’re my family, and I want to add to that family some day.” He reaches into his pocket, hands shaking, not sure if he should say more. He could talk for hours about how great she is and why he loves her, but none of those words would do her justice. He takes a deep breath before getting down on one knee and opening the ring box. “Will you marry me? Sammy said it was ok to ask you.”

She laughs through her tears. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

His eyes crinkle as he smiles the biggest smile he’s ever smiled in his life. He takes the ring out of the box and slides it onto her finger before standing up and kissing her. “I love you.”

She hugs around his neck and kisses him once more. “I love you too.” She admires the ring as it sparkles from the reflection of the lights from the candles that surround them. “It’s so beautiful.”

He rests his forehead against hers. “I’m glad you like it.”

She plays with the ends of his hair. “Did you really ask Samantha if it was ok?”

“Mhmm.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t want her here for this. You two peas in a pod.”

He takes her hand in his and slow dances with her to only the music in his head. “I want you all to myself tonight.” He pulls her up against him. “My fiancé.”

She smiles. “I love the sound of that.”

He kisses her forehead, then her nose, then her lips. “Me too.”

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lyranova · 4 years ago

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A Night to Forget

Hi guys~! This was the surprise I mentioned earlier, its my first ever Yamichar fic! But...i’m not really happy with it. Its kinda all over the place to me and they kinda feel out of character, so I may edit this again or delete it I dunno. But maybe you guys will like it! I hope its ok.

Genre: Fluff? Maybe?

Word count: 2,091

Warnings: None except drunkeness

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‘How did I end up in this situation?’ Was the first thought that went through Charlotte Roselei’s mind. She had decided to take a much needed break from her girls, now mind you she loves the girls in her squad, but sometimes they could be a bit...much. Normally, Charlotte wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like this and yet here she was. She had been to this bar on one other occasion and it was with the other Captains. From what she understood it was where Yami Sukehiro, the Black Bulls captain, liked to frequent. Which was definitely not the reason she decided to stop by. Nope. The thought never even crossed her mind. Charlotte had only decided to come here on a whim, there was certainly no ulterior motive. That’s what she told herself at least.

Charlotte wondered how long it had been since she had last seen Yami. Maybe a month? Maybe longer if she were to guess. A part of her was thankful she hadn’t seen him as she always seemed to make a complete fool out of herself when he was around, but the other part of her, seemed to truly miss him and the way he made her heart race when he looked at her. Charlotte held her drink in between her hands, debating on whether taking a drink would help her relax a bit or if it would only inhibit her reaction if some man tried to make a pass at her or if they were suddenly attacked. Finally coming to the decision that a couple of sips wouldn’t hurt, she took the glass in her hand and took a drink.

Charlotte swore she only had two sips. Two sips! Yet somehow her head was kinda foggy, she felt somewhat sleepy, and warm. Like her face and body was next to a heater. Charlotte shook her head as though it would clear the fog, but all it did was make her dizzy. ‘In this situation, the best course of action would be to go home.’ She thought with a firm nod and she made her way off the bar stool and towards the tavern door, maybe she would have better luck seeing Yami at a future meeting with the Wizard King. Suddenly, Charlotte ran into some solid force that nearly knocked her over. ‘Good job Charlotte, you’re so wrapped up in thinking about Yami Sukehiro that you forgot to open the door!’ She berated herself until the door reached out and grabbed her arm to steady her. ‘Wait...doors don’t have arms!’ Charlotte instantly followed the arm to its owner and she felt her heart speed up and her face begin to flush even more.

“ Hey Prickly Princess, you alright?” Came the voice of Yami Sukehiro, the person she had been waiting two hours for. She blinked up at him, she thought for a split second she saw concern in his eyes but decided it was a figment of her drunk imagination. Charlotte pulled her arm out of his grasp and crossed them.

“ I’m fine Yami, I’m just headed back to the head quarters. I’ll see you at the next meeting yes?” She asked, hoping he wouldn’t notice the slight slur in her voice.

“Uh, sure. See you than I guess.” Yami said unsure as he moved away from the door to allow her to leave. She gave him a small nod and walked out the door, but not before slightly tripping over the threshold.

Yami stared after her, was she drunk? Her slightly slurred speech, her glossy eyes, and for sure her flushed face indicated she was. Yami began to walk over to the bar before he stopped, ‘Should I go after her?’ Yami asked himself. Charlotte was a strong woman, she could handle herself if she needed too, that he was more than sure of. She could take out an entire army if she were inclined to do so, but a small part of him wondered if she would truly be alright, that she wouldn’t somehow trip and fall into the water canal or something. Yami began to chuckle at the image of Charlotte falling into the water and her reaction, and as much as he would be amused to see that he eventually sighed and turned around.

Charlotte couldn’t believe she let the opportunity to talk to Yami slip from her fingers, that was the reason she even went to that stupid tavern! But she was so embarrassed that he saw her like this she felt she had to get out of their immediately. ‘Maybe this is all he and I are meant to be. Nothing more than colleagues.’ It was a sad thought but it made sense to her, it seemed like the universe was doing everything it could to keep her from confessing to him. ‘Oh well, I didn’t need a man before and I certainly don’t need one now.’ Charlotte nodded firmly before instantly regretting it, the world began to spin again. Just as she was about to lose her footing, a pair of strong arms grabbed her. Instantly Charlotte whipped around and punched her would be attacker square on the jaw, she wasn’t going to go anywhere without a fight. After her attacker let go, Charlotte moved to her fighting stance, ready for an attack but she was shocked when he stood up straight and she was looking into a pair of familiar grey eyes.

“ Y-Yami?” Charlotte relaxed and looked at him, even in the dim street lantern she could see a black eye forming on his face.

“ That was one hell of a punch princess.” Yami said as he rubbed his sore face, she scoffed.

“ You doubted my strength?” She asked crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at him.

“ No, I just never thought I’d be on the receiving end of one of your famous Roselei punches is all.” Charlotte slightly blushed at this and dropped her arms.

“ I’m sorry, I should’ve looked before punching you.” Yami waved her apology away as he walked towards her.

“ It’s fine, c’mon prickly princess, I’ll walk you back to your head quarters.” He walked past her as he said this, Charlotte whipped around to look at him.

“ I don’t need anyone to escort me home.” She told him, although a small voice in her head tried to encourage her to let him escort her home.

“ I know that, you’re one of the strongest people I know. So I believe you can handle yourself but,” Yami turned to look at her. “ I’d feel a lot better knowing you made it there safely myself.” Charlottes face flushed even more at his words, she knew Yami rarely showed people how much he cared for them so she felt truly honored to hear him say that. As she was about to thank him for his concern he continued.

“ Plus the last thing we need is you tripping and falling into some sink hole or something.” Charlotte glared at him and began to walk forward. ‘And here I was thinking he was actually concerned about me!’ She shook her head, she really needed to stop doing that because the world began spinning again. Charlotte stumbled into Yami and she didn’t think her face could get any more red.

“ How much have you had to drink?” Yami asked while keeping Charlotte steady, she looked up at him as she tried to think.

“Half a glass maybe.” She told him, Yami blinked a couple of times at her.

“Half a glass?” He asked and when she nodded in confirmation he sighed and put her arm around his shoulder and began to help her walk. “ You really are a light weight huh?” He added with a chuckle and all Charlotte could do was glare.

“ I’m sorry not everyone has the same alcohol tolerance as you.” Again Yami chuckled and Charlotte couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

‘How did I end up in this situation?’ Was the first thought that went through Charlotte's mind, her arm wrapped around Yami’s shoulder, him helping her walk back to her head quarters, all because she couldn’t hold her liquor. She and Yami had walked in silence for a while, she had been too embarrassed to start a conversation. She hated that Yami saw her like this, saw that she was so weak that she needed help walking, she hated it. She couldn’t even look at him, so she either kept her gaze on the ground or straight ahead.

“ What were you doing at the tavern anyway?” Yami asked her suddenly, Charlotte quickly looked up at him surprised by his question. “ It’s not really a place you frequent.”

“I...” She began, really unsure of how to answer him, in this state her brain couldn’t really come up with a good excuse so she decided to go with the truth. “ I went there to see you.”

“ To see me? What for?” Yami asked curiously, he couldn’t think of a reason as to why the Captain of the Blue Rose knights would want to see him. As Charlotte’s face flushed even more Yami began to wonder if she had actually had more than one drink.

“ I just haven’t seen you in a while and I wanted to see if you were ok.” She told him softly as she looked away again, Yami stopped walking and looked down at her.

“ You know you could’ve come by the hide out at anytime,” He told her “ so I don’t think that’s the only reason you wanted to see me.” Charlotte blinked, sometimes she could truly forget how perceptive he was. She continued to stare at the ground, hoping it would offer her some answers. If she was being completely honest with herself, she had gone to the bar to not only get away from her girls for a bit, but she also wanted to confess her feelings for Yami.

“ Actually,” Charlotte straightened herself up and looked him square in the eyes. “ there was something else.” This was it. She was finally going to tell Yami Sukehiro how she felt.

“ Ok, go ahead than.” Yami gave her his undivided attention and she couldn’t help but feel very nervous as she stared into his grey eyes. She cleared her throat before she began to speak.

“Yami Sukehiro I lo-“ Suddenly, the world began to dim ‘W-what’s going on? No. Nononono. NO! Not know, why’d it have to be right before I told him I loved him?’ Her voice screamed inside her head as the entire world went dark.

Charlotte Roselei had passed out.

“Hey! Hey Charlotte! Are you ok?” Yami quickly caught her before she could fall, concern etched on his face. When he realized she had only passed out he let out a sigh of relief, he than picked her up and carried her in his arms as he began to walk back to her head quarters. A small chuckle slipped past his lips.

“ Someone really needs to teach you how to hold your liquor better Prickly Princess.”

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The next morning, Charlotte woke up with a pounding headache. She was unable to recall the previous nights events, she knew she had gone to the tavern and had waited for Yami but after that it was all a blur. She looked towards the door as Sol knocked before entering. A wave of relief washed over the young girls face.

“Oh good you’re finally awake Char!” Sol said happily as she hand her Captain a glass of water before sitting down in a chair next to her bed.

“ I told you, call me Captain.” If Charlotte had a gold coin for every time she had to remind Sol of this, she would probably be richer than the King of the Clover Kingdom.

“ Whatever you say Captain Char!” Sol replied cheerfully and all Charlotte could do was sigh as she put her glass on the table next to her bed.

“ Sol, how did I end up back here?” Charlotte noticed the young girls face redden slightly before she answered.

“ U-Um...well.” Sol scratched the back of her head nervously as she recounted the previous night.

As all the memories of the previous night flooded back into Charlotte Roselei’s head when Sol began to explain, the entire Capital could hear the embarrassed scream that came from the Blue Rose Knights head quarters.

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I’m sorry it’s not that good, there was more I wanted to add like a small scene between Sol and Yami but I might make that a small drabble or something. I just feel like I could’ve done better with this 😞. I also think I rushed the ending a bit too. But hopefully you guys maybe enjoyed it! If anyone wants to be added to the tag list please let me know! I hope you all have a good day~!

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#black clover #yamichar #yami x charlotte #charlotte x yami #i’m sorry #have a good day everyone!#first fic with canon characters

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babychimchimsbaby · 5 years ago

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With Her

Pairing: Jungkook x Y/N

Genre: Angst

Warnings: I used fuck like three times

A/N: This is my first fic EVER. Not even a fic really, barely a drabble. I never thought I would write anything every but as I started, I got really attached. A LOT of this if from my real life. Real emotions and situations that I pulled from. Idk if you are supposed to do that or if its good or bad but it is. I hope anyone who reads will at least relate to some of the emotion and pls leave comments and constructive criticism because I really have no idea what I am doing . Ok well I’m done babbling and I hope you enjoy! :)

P.s. chihuahua syndrome is when you act bigger and tougher then you are when in reality you are smol, either figuratively or physically. I am both. I also have a chihuahua. She is amazing. I love her.

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“Why aren't you with her?”

is the only sound you're able to make when his shoes appear on your doormat.

“I told you I don’t wanna talk about it” he grumbles, pushing past you into your house… your house.

“Yes, please come in” you motion, rolling your eyes while you're at it. He settles himself on your couch. The one covered in green corduroy that he helped you pick out. The one that you were so convinced, was hideous. But of course you caved. His visits always used to come with a comment on how nicely that couch fit in with your decor, accompanied by a smirk and an ‘I told you so’. Now he just sat there, face in his hands muttering something too low for you to catch.

“Ok I’m going to try again,” you sigh, settling next to him a comfortable distance away. “What happened? Why aren't you with her right now? She’s probably drunk out of her mind looking for you, ya kno-”

“Can you shut up for one fucking second?” he snaps. “Please” He winces out. Quieter this time. He looks exhausted. There's a crease in his forehead you've never seen before, softening the tight edges of your own impatience. Your hand instinctively reaches out to soothe him, hoping the soft raking of your fingers through his scalp can somehow melt his recent frigidity and frustration. But before you make contact, you stop. You stop because you lost your right to hold him as soon as he stopped calling. As soon as he surprised you with the fact that they were together. As soon as you realised your fondness for him. Annnnnnd the anger was back.

“Ok well whatever it is, she’s probably still looking for you”

“That’s kind of the problem” he grits through his teeth. Patience running thin, you huff. He has one more chance.

“Listen, whatever’s up your ass, whatever is going on with this- you and her- I don’t wanna know. You said she wanted it lowkey and that you didn’t wanna talk about it and that was fine. I accepted that so I never asked. But that doesn’t mean you get to come to me suddenly when something goes wrong ok? It was your choice and now it's your problem.” You know that was harsh. He was always there when you needed to talk, without judgement, just understanding, but things were different now. He stopped listening to you, just rambling about himself, his opinions, feelings, unsolicited advice. As if his relationship all of a sudden validated him to become therapist of the century; all of his baggage and problems now gone and now he was here to be the hero and help you reach the amazing view from his pedestal. You were tired of it. You wanted your friend back, and maybe just a little bit more.

“I knew something was up when I saw she was talking to Leo again.” He started completely ignoring your previous sentiments. “He fucking cheated on her, how can she still stomach talking to that guy? I mean… I treat her- her exes all are just- how can she go- how could she do this to me Y/N?” he sputters looking at you through red rimmed eyes.

Despite everything, you can’t help but want to sneak in an angry, ‘what did you expect?’ but you know that's not what he needs. You knew this was doomed from the beginning. You three were friends, how else could this end? The first girl he’s liked since moving to your city rejects him, and she breaks up with her asshole boyfriend on valentines day. Both broken and desperate for reassurance and touch, turn to each other convinced it’s fate, convinced it’s love. You desperately wanted to tell him of your disastrous predictions, but they seemed happy. You quelled your need to say something with the blind hope that ‘maybe they’re right. Maybe it’ll work out because it really is love.’ But your silence was mostly from the fact that you might be selfish. Before his first crush, before Her, you and him were having five am conversations about your greatest insecurities, favourite conspiracy theories, and biggest regrets. His constant texts and name in your phone didn’t illicit the giddy, nervous feeling you were used to, but it felt more comfortable. Sustainable. Just when you realised you wouldn’t mind confronting your fears with him, it shatters. So you never told him about how you saw everything play out in your head, scared it was just the jealousy and bias floating in your brain and that he would see it too. It made you self-conscious in front of him for the first time. Suddenly hyper aware of the neurotic, uglier parts of yourself you thought you were beginning to make amends with.

“Kook, she’s drunk you should at least make sure she gets home safe.”

“Ya that’s the thing,” he pauses staring up at the ceiling. “You know she’s basically stopped texting me? Stopped talking to me, seems like she doesn't want anything to do with me, until she gets drunk and suddenly she’s all over me.”

“Well, you know she has her own prob-”

“She hangs out with Leo, did you know that?” he sneers like you were the one inflicting this pain. “They don't just talk on the phone now Y/N”

“She’s always kind of done that and you knew this Kook I-”

“And she never wants anything if I’m not fucking her, like I’m some sort of joke after everything I’ve done for her-”

“Then why are you still with her!” You're done trying to be understanding. Everything you’ve suppressed racing to the forefront of your mind and into your mouth. “You knew all of this! Everything you’re griping about you knew this already! You told me you were ok with it, that you could heal together or some shit. Where did that all go huh? You were each other's rebounds Kook and you knew everything going into it. How do I have to tell you to get you to understand?”

“Well you should have fucking warned me!” he retorts standing up to meet your eyes. You knew this was misdirected anger but it still pissed you off. The fact that he could be blaming you after suffering silently for him for so long.

“Well it wasn’t really my place to say Jungkook!” your brows knit tight, stepping back to pace back and forth in front of him. “You really think you would have listened to me or that we would even remain friends if I told you that I thought you were making the biggest mistake of your life? That I thought it was stupid and selfish that you risked our friendship, the dynamic of our entire friend group so you didn’t feel so shitty about being rejected?” You didn’t let him answer, his lips slightly parted but eyes still swirling with the same intensity of hurt and hate.

“You still could have said something! We were friends, you still could have looked out for me!”

His voice was still accusatory, but at least it wasn't as loud. That didn’t distract you from noticing he used ‘were.’ Were friends. Past tense, meaning not so much anymore. Seems like he noticed it too, eyes going wide, finally with something other than fury. You used this as a chance to speak.

“Fine Kook! You know what? I’m sorry I didn't tell you that you guys were just using each other. I’m sorry that I forgot to warn you of her self destructive tendencies, and I am SO sorry that I was trying to be a good friend by drowning my own feelings so you could finally be with someone that makes you happy. Yes! It is all my fault, I am quite the Disney villain aren’t I?” You chuckled heartlessly, panting, needing more air to fill the spaces left by the words no longer clogging your lungs.

“Feelings- what are you-”

“Calm down it's not like I’m obsessed with you” catching his train of thought before it derails into something it definitely isn’t. “When we were friends,” you continue knowing it still was a low blow, “you still can’t lie that we were good together. It wasn’t rushed or stupid- I mean, we even kept saying how we could teach each other something. Like if we took half of my traits and half of yours, that it would make us better people. You are impulsive and can be self-centered,” you see him grimace at you, hitting him where it hurt. “You admitted it yourself” you defend before he has the chance to rebut. You continue. “And I’m a flighty commitaphobe with chihuahua syndrome, and somehow with you I was ok with that, I wanted to fix it. I was trying to better understand you so I could fix it.” You run your clammy hands through your hair, it all becoming too real, too raw. “I thought that- I dunno, maybe if we tried to understand each other long enough that maybe we would begin to balance each other out. I didn’t hate the idea of you sticking around long enough to do that, but here we are.” You're done. All your cards out on the table, throat raw at the point of no return.

He stood staring at you with a look you could no longer read. You wish he was angry again. It would make you feel something other than the pulsing you could feel in your temples and the stabbing in your gut. He let the silence drag on. You kept trying to be angry, it felt better than feeling tired and guilty and frustrated, all of it swirling together, threatening to come up your throat. Gaining enough courage to look him in the eyes, you saw the confusion swirling in his irises and for a second you let yourself get lost in how his eyes seem to catch every bit of light.

“I-I’m really sorry” he whispers. You would have stopped him, but it wasn’t pity in his tone but regret and a little bit of fear. You didn’t know what to say.

“I wished things could have turned out differently”

“Me too” you sigh, running out of words for this emotion you really didn’t want to nurture.

“I always did find it easier to talk to you” he paused as if to work something out in his head. “And felt oddly… comfortable I guess… I couldn’t help it she just seemed so...” he trailed off leaving you to fill in the blanks. Exciting. Enticing. You thought. There was no way you could compete with that. Not now at least. If he was ok with getting hurt and learning the long way, who were you to stop him? It didn’t matter what was best for him, or at least what you thought was best for him. He didn’t want you. That hurt. Like shit.

“You should go” voice tight with a smile to match

“But wait we aren’t-” as he stands he is interrupted by the buzzing in his pocket. You are already waiting next to your open front door, hoping he doesn’t notice how your eyes stain wet and red. He doesn’t notice.

“You should get that” you say, face frozen and unchanging. He gapes at you, confusion and hurt etching at his features. You place the palm of your hand between his shoulder blades, guiding him towards the outside. “She needs you Kook, c’mon.” offering your best weak smile, gesturing towards his flashing phone with your chin.

He looks like he’s about to say something, hope bubbling its way up into your stomach like the bastard it is, before wilting, as he swipes to answer her. You didn’t peek. You just knew. Slowly you push your door shut until the click confirms its finality. Turning you press your back to the door, the cool wood feeling better then the burning you felt… everywhere. Resting your head against the door you tell yourself that it's the closest you will get from now on. You couldn’t find it in you to cry, instead staring at the layout of your house blankly, waiting to hear the roar of his engine disappear out of your driveway.

#bts fic #bts angst #bts drabble #jungkook #bts jungkook #f2l #not quite to lovers tho lol #hope you liked it

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soimarriedayuki · 4 years ago

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I forgot

Those close to us will know that there is a certain level of banter that we indulge in where it could be very easy to take it the wrong way. Part of this is due to our location.

We are and have grown up in a country where it is normal to hand out insults by way of terms of endearment. That being said the other side to our little back and forth stems from the fact we have known each other for the best part of 16 years.

I am not joking in any way when i say I was lucky enough to marry my best friend. Yes i know nauseating isn’t it? don’t worry even i’m feeling the affects of that one you are not alone.

Anyway you find us in one of our little banter moments while the child is in bed and my darling husband has something to say.

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After a while of sitting in silence playing around on my phone I decided I should probably go and get a drink... or something to eat.

One of the hazards I did find after becoming a mother was that I seem to have this mystical power of supplying food to everyone else in the household except myself. I think i mentioned this before somewhere, if not then i guess now you know.

Before I could move to do anything Yuki appears in a flurry of... well ok he isn’t that snowman from Frozen he does enter the room like he should be a self contained storm of some sort though.

"WOMAN!" Don’t you just love it when they get so worked up over something they can’t even formulate calling you by name? ... me neither.

"Congratulations you have correctly guessed my gender and what shall be doing for your next trick?"

It is safe to say our little conversations do tend to be made worse when i end up triggering my ow brand of sass. It isn’t something i am particularly proud of and believe me I am generally not like this with others. Yuki is just a special case.

"Shut up Dummy!" He stands there looking just as irritated as i feel. Which is a little amusing given the fact i haven’t even begun to start anything.

"You say that but i'm not the one struggling to tell my wife I love them." Ok, I kinda did now. I lasted a good 5 minutes from the whole entrance to this point though. Well... 3 minutes 15 seconds.

".... you don't tell me that." Yuki starts to mumble and rubs his neck.

Here stands the man that is a great poker player and cannot hide a single thing from his own wife. Not really a bad trait to have in the grand scheme of things.

"You're not my wife, Princess." By this point i’m back to smiling the irritation i felt has gone mostly because i could tease him. I know i’m a terrible person, but honestly you should see him its too precious.

"I'm your husband!"

"Well yes you are thank you for clearing that up i was starting to wonder."

It really is like shooting fish in a barrel sometimes. I would love to say i can do this with everyone but mostly it really is only my blunt, straight forward and easily baited long suffering husband.

You marry a kitsune i guess this is the price you pay.

"Wonder?" He really does look confused now. I almost feel sorry for him... almost.

One of the other things I have discovered during this global pandemic that resulted in us being forced into habitation 24/7 with the rest of the household is that I have probably reached a limit on how much togetherness i can take.

This does mean my restraint against teasing has taken a sharp decline.

"If you thought of yourself as my husband or not?" I have told you all I do actually love him right? in case you are still wondering I actually do. I also love the way he gets red in the face when flustered or annoyed.

"Idiot course I do. I married you ffs" Yuki huffs and then flops down on the sofa next to me.

"My my and you do have a good memory. I'm blessed with an overabundance of the skill set you possess dearest." I give him a nudge and grin at the way he reacts.

it’s not a jump or a full shudder but i can almost see him bristle and it nearly makes me laugh. Yes i know i’m terrible and trust me i do get my payback from time to time. Karma is unavoidable.

"Don't call me ‘dearest’ it's creepy." He leans back into the sofa and puffs up looking like a chipmunk with it’s cheeks full.

"Why is that creepy sweetheart?" I purposely ignore it and take a finger to poke his nose.

"That's even worse it's like something is crawling on my skin."

"And now you have been shown one of my skills. The ability to get under your skin." He glares at me which does nothing to instil any kind of fear at all. “What did you want anyway?”

He was looking at me so hard that it could have broken glass but all of a sudden that look is gone and replaced by something else. I have no idea what it is somewhere between realisation and disbelief.

“... I can’t remember.”

“You can’t remember?”

His voice was a mumble that reminded me of our child when asked what she was up to only for her to reply with a “I dunno”. I do wonder if lack of self awareness is hereditary.

“I forgot”

“I take it back. Good memory is not one of your skills tonight.”

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violet-author · 5 years ago

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Your Wallet And Your Heart, She Has Both ((18+))

This fic is the product of over a weeks worth of work, as compared to my usual stuff that only takes a few hours or so, I think it may be my longest fic yet. Inspired by the Author of the Spinel Fic titled “Yearning” ((Read it here! )) And to anyone questioning what Spinel actually IS in this fic, I don’t even know myself. Spookier that way. Warnings: Death, Yandere, Stalking, Discussion Of Domestic Abuse, Light Horror, Cake

“Nevah had a reason ‘til tonight, to chase a fella down, then I looked at you leaving the hotel, so I followed. Cause I just had to know… who was that othah chick you were with? They seemed pretty miffed when ya left yer room, you dropped ya key on the way too so… I had another reason to follow you… and the third… I guess I just like ya face. Cute like a doll It… spoke to me, if that makes any sense…”, she stops to take a sip of her drink, “I’m surprised you didn’t notice me, what with the pink hair an’ all, so uh… I’m Spinel.”

Another sip of her drink, and a gentle chuckle as she looked down into her glass, “Don’t worry about tellin me yer name. I already know it.”, she held ip your wallet, and slid it back to you, “again honey, don’t worry. All your money is safe and sound where you left it. I’m not a thief, well, maybe I am… but… I don’t like stealin from pretty people like you, and ah… I got reasons to follow ya… I won’t be too far if ya evah need me for anythin, and I mean that, anything.”, she finished her drink and stood up, she pushed you down into your chair when you tried to follow, she put down some cash to pay for the drinks too. “No pal, I follow you, you don’t get to follow me ok? And ah… check you wallet. Left a present.”, and so… she left the bar. You check your wallet, her phone number was written on a piece of paper neatly tucked inside… along with 300 extra dollars. You feel as if she’s special to you already. A new best friend… You head back to your hotel room and pack your things, you’re breaking up with the beast of a person you were with… true love’s on its way, and so are you. Getting into your car… Lightning strikes behind you, the outline of her in your back seat… you check… no one there, you turn on the radio… just static… you drive off anyways. You want to call her as soon as you get home. “I just couldn’t leave em alone now could I? But… One look at em while I sat on the balcony next to their window the first night they were here… and I just finished offin my now late boyfriend too, kinda glad I wear these gloves all the time too… who am I talkin to? Oh yeah, me. So anyways… I just had to meet em… not like they had a choice… I covered my tracks pretty well and kept the ‘do not disturb’ sign up on the door with a sock on the knob… staff musta thought we was bein reeeeal quiet with the lovemakin… Hmm… what did he even do for me to waste one o’ my favorite butterflies in the back o�� his heart… oh yeaaaah… caught him smoochin some other broad in the same bar I found my new lovie dovie… hehe place o’ fate I tell ya, who? Me!”, she laughed at her little half joke…“Anyways… so now they’re in their house and I’m just sittin here in the backseat of their car, planning my next move… who knows, maybe ah… maybe I’ll marry this one… or are they gonna be number 12… I hope not… that face of theirs… oof… nevah seen a prettier picture, would look even bettah with plenty of my lipstick marks all over their cheeks…. damn I wish I could gotten out with em buuuut…. people freak out when someone they just met is suddenly on their car… looks like I got a long night… bettah get some sleep too… gotta be well rested for our dare tomorrow… not that they have a choice, it’s their neck on the line aftah all… but they don’t know that yet… they will. I’ll make sure of it.” Later on in the day, Spinel knocks on your door “Ok so uh, well I got outta your car and I locked it like a good girl, cause I know I am one, I knocked on your door hopin for a chance to see ya again and it’s real cold out here, so let me in ok?”, said Spinel after you opened your front door. Shocking it were to see her, to know she was hiding in your car the whole time… you figure she’d break into your home if you denied her now, so you let her in. She walked past you with a tired looking smile, and you took in the sight of her, pink hair in a pair long pony tails, long sleeve black shirt, form fitting with a black tank top adorned with a pink skull having a heart shaped crack on the forehead, a dark pink skirt looking stylishly tattered, and stockings stripped with pink and black, with a pair of thrice belted heavy looking knee height heeled boots, by all accounts… she should be noticed anywhere. You noticed her footsteps don’t make a sound… and you ask why.“Uuuh, I dunno either I just… step lightly? Kind of a wiiiierd question to ask babe, why don'tcha let me handle the questions ok? Number one, who was that bitch you were with? Number two, do ya live alone?”, You sigh and respond, she is your ex-girlfriend, you broke up with her a few hours ago. And you reluctantly say yes, you do live alone. “Hmmm great! Guess you’re all mine then!” You ask what she means “What do ya think it means pal? Means I’m your girlfriend! Ain’t ya happy for that? I mean… look at me? The cute skirt, the thick legs, my adorable face, plenty of hair for ya to pull, you’d be stupid to reject me, and you look pretty smart to me hun, so say yes. Say I’m yours”, her expression hardened, “Say it. 'Spinel, you’re mine’, I want to hear it straight from those pretty lips.You hold yourself silent for a few seconds… and relent, you guess you need to be with someone… you can’t imagine being alone again… you say what she asked you to say, suddenly you feel a prick on your finger, it starts to bleed pretty badly, she holds your hand up and licks the blood away with a teasing giggle in her throat. "There, all better, now you’re stuck with me, I don’t leave you and you don’t leave me, got it hun?” You feel clawed hands crawling on your back… you don’t remember what happened next. You wake up next to Spinel. Trying to understand what just happened… you fail miserably. “M, m, mmm… last night was fun buuuut… I didn’t get to go as far as I wanted, they passed out before I could actually do anything, guess lettin em feel that clawin fear mighta been too much for em to handle. Still, maybe I oughta hold off on doin anythin freaky. They don’t seem like the lewd type anyways… heh, but the look on their face, if I wasnt already in love with em I woulda fallen for em right then and there, oh gosh their eyes were practically burning in terror! And the way their mouth hung open like they were aboutta scream, ooh that was bliss… hm, oh? Looks like they forgot somethin. They were sure scramblin outta bed when they woke up… hmmm., now that I think about it… oh. Oh no. No no no no… nobody rushes that fast at 5 in the mornin…”You were at work, a boring office job, but your coworkers kept to themselves, so you had no issues most of the time. But today, they put in a little pink palm tree in your cubicle, you nearly fell over on sight of it, thinking it was Spinel. You held your heart, feeling the thumping flesh within pounding a beat you could almost dance to, with a nervous chuckle you cover it with the seat cover on your chair and get straight to work. You pushed away every thought of her that you could, focusing solely on your work, typing code and responses, sending reports, the kind of mind numbing work your brain can just check out from. As you dozed off by little degrees your fingers quickened… until it was four hours later, and you realized you finished everything early, gleefully you hop from your chair, with plans to go down to your favorite café for a treat, do you head into the bathroom, change clothes, and head to your car. And you freeze. The night before the last the lightning struck and you saw her shadow in your car… and then she appeared at your house the next day. You remember that very well. So you make a point of checking every inch of your car as thoroughly as you can, the back seat, the front, the trunk, under the car as the wheels on yours put it a foot and a half off the ground… and curiously you check in both small compartments in the front of the car, you haven’t the slightest idea why, you just had to be sure she wasn’t hiding anywhere. With the check complete, you carefully got inside your car and drove off to taste some sweetness. You park, get out, check your car once more, then lock everything that could be locked on it before heading inside. The dimly lit room spoke of serenity as piano played to some slow classical tune from speakers overhead, the sound of rain played softly along with low thunder rolling away to add to the calming aura of this revered area, revered by you at least, here you felt the safest you could be outside your own home, but with her… you felt this was you last bastion of comfort. And you were already reconsidering staying with her. But those thoughts had no place here, you looked over the menu, burying your gaze in it completely and said to yourself you’d have a pumpkin cake and hot chocolate. Your heart beat swift on feeling a familiar voice rattle through your skull. “And how are ya gonna pay for that babe?”, Spinel said in an agitated tone while waving your wallet in one hand while she supported her head on the table with the other. She stared you down, her expression? Wrath. Directed all on you. You froze under her glare, speechless. “5 in the morning. Who rushes out of the house at five in the morning? Were you late for work? Or… did you just wanna get away from me? Didn’t even give me a kiss to say goodbye, didn’t check if I was awake, didn’t even offer breakfast. What kind of a lover are you huh? Hmph… doesn’t matter now. You’re gonna make it up to me, ok?”, she slammed the wallet on the table, “I’ll have what you’re having, and after this you’re takin me to see a movie, got it? Maybe more time in a dark room with me’ll teach ya to appreciate me more, little reminder honey, I came to you, and you said yes, so start acting like you want me.” The dim cafe grew silent with your focus narrowing on her, and all you heard was your heart beating steady as the booming tick of the clock sounded off every second to the unerring passage of time. And she stared. She stared and waited for an answer. the lightless void casted by failing shine seemed to grow ever deeper, surrounding you both and trapping you with her in an infinite darkness, such was her chokingly gripped presence around you, her small stature exuded energies unheard, and you swore you could see the inky tendrils of the depths emanating from her, a being incomprehensible to mortal ken. Her truest nature forever concealed as this negative glare only gave the hollow shell of what she really is, shaded by the limits of your mind. You stared into those eyes, a lover scorned she felt she were, and your silence only confirmed and fed the flowing madness slithering from her…Each ticking clang of the clock sounded closer to your demise, here and now. Speech had found you once more to snatch you from the jaws of Cerberus. You apologize. You tell her an excuse along with it, or rather, attempt to before she cuts you off. “Oh you’re sorry now? Well how sorry are ya honey? Sorry enough to get me all the deserts I want? Sorry enough to take me out dancing? Sorry enough to… propose to me?” That last question ended with a grin as wide as her mystery, and as the darkness surrounding you both. You’re left speechless, blushing through the shock and scrambling in your mind for an answer when she takes the reigns of the conversation once more. “Ok that last one maaaay have been a bit too far, I mean… we’ve only been datin a few days now, and to be honest, while I ain’t lettin another girl even touch you, I’m not too sure I wanna spend the rest of your life on me! And I do mean that. Mean what? darlin ain’t ya listening? The rest of your life, not my life. I get the feelin I’ll still be around when you’re gone… but uuuh… I’ll enjoy every moment you’re alive. Oop! Changed my mind, Your life’s mine, the rest of you too, and ain’t nothin you can do about that ok? Nope, not gonna wait for an answer. Way I see it… we’re already a married couple, I mean… you did sign me in blood and all. But let’s drop this discussion and pick it up never, the waitress is comin ovah to take our ordahs!"And in a single moment as if on the flick of a switch, even the dim light of the cafe blinded you with the darkness disappearing behind the curtain of reality, though what reality even is you scarcely have a grasp on with the realizations of otherworldly powers that exist in front of you in the form of Spinel. You check the backlit clock on the wall, time had stayed still as the darkness enveloped you, and you laid back in your chair while trying to make sense of what just happened, what felt like hours was no time at all, but interrupted you were again by the waitress, asking what you wanted to order. Spinel only had a smile on her face while you placed the order, she held up the menu you had and pointed to a large vanilla cake topped with fudge and strawberries, did what she said in the darkness even happen? Either way, you order that cake for her, in addition to getting for her and yourself a hot chocolate and a pumpkin cake. You’re looking at the waitress as she write down the orders, and as she walks off as well, and a pulse is felt, a ringing in your ears deep as ocean, and a foul taste in your mouth as you look back at her, a closed smile on her lips, but her eyes wider than ever. "Does she look good to ya honey? Does she tickle your fancy?” You immediately reply in a nervous tone that she doesn’t. that he girl in front of you is prettier than she’ll ever be. “Good answer babe, she’s a fuckin mess compared to me, right? O’ course I’m right!” The confections both drink and dessert were served to the both of you, a second person coming to drop of the cake, it was big enough for three, but she parried your spoon away from it, claiming the whole thing hers. So the spectacle began, Her sipping the cocoa in her tall cup alongside heavy bites of this behemoth straight from a baker’s dream. It took her a mere half hour to consume the whole of it, and like a good lover you lean over with a napkin and wipe the frosting from her lips, a shy smile as your expression, your simple actions sparking a tender moment through the confusion and creeping terror in the back of your mind, and that moment was watching her cheeks flush a gorgeously vibrant shade of pink, and in that instant, everything seemed to click. She was just as nervous around you as you were around her, without the upper hand the air of danger just faded away to the dullest rhythm in the background, until her hand snapped to grip your wrist. “Oh now I know I made the right choice… my last love ain’t never did something like this, would you believe I caught the bastard cheating on me with some tart, some junky trollop? You wouldn’t do that to me right? No… I know you wouldn’t, you’re sweet. You just want a hug, a kiss, and a kind little word whispered into your ear, yeah? You just want someone who wants you, someone that won’t make you feel like you’re just another problem to deal with. Someone like me, who won’t let you go. Who’ll never let you go. Someone like me that’ll keep loving you 'til…“, She inched in closer, "You’re…”, and her lips brushed by your ear… “Dead." Stunned by that she shoved you back down into your seat. "What’s wrong babe? Don’t like that? Oh… you do? Well aren’t you starved for affectio- oh… So that’s why you were with the girl with the bad attitude… You know I… I watched you when you checked into the hotel, a whole week of seeing her yell at you… sayin stuff like no one would love you like her, that you were lucky she even looked at you.” She sniffled, sounding on the cusp of a rising weeping sorrow, “But it’s ok now honey. It’ll be ok, cause you have me!”, she sighed, a sort of content flow to her breath, while she relaxed in her chair, “And I have you. Were you scared of me before? I’m not sorry for that. That’s just how I am, but I won’t hurt you. Not enough to kill ya anyways. Not enough to make you hate me. I don’t think my heart could take another crack. Darling… If you left me now. I think I’d just break. We kinda just met and already I don’t think I can live without you. You can feel it too right? Our souls tyin themselves to each other? Actually ah… they’re already pretty tied up. Signed me in blood remember?” You certainly do remember, that night your finger bled and the claws creeped upon you, you remember that much and nothing more, how you felt then feels so far away now, her love is different, it’s a confusing amalgam of tenderness and terror, when once you only felt a terror from the last one you were with, but even the fear strikes you oddly, like a sickening wine who’s taste leaves you only wanting another drink of it, a long and slow swig of the emotions she has you pour from your very core, reveling in the swirling dizzy tones of this deep song she played for you with every motion she made toward, away, and around you, with every word spoken, she enthralls you. The same feeling you had when you wanted to call her, a soul bewitched by a strange woman… and whatever trance she had you in just now from her confession, lifted when you snapped back to lucidity at home. Herself snuggled up on your lap, a horror movie playing while she smiled, your hand in hers, clutching each other warmly… a moment that your realization of the sudden shift in scenery did not ruin… she was in love, and so were you, and while love itself seems blind, love itself would blind you, and you would let it cloud your vision as long as you loved her, and as long as she loved you. This one tender moment, It’ll remain one of your greatest treasures, and as the movie ended, she sat up and stood, offering her hand to you, eyes sleepy and showing a soft joy plain as day, she led you upstairs, she led you to bed, shoes kicked off the both of you, she eased you into bed atop her, and held you close, tight, and the covers seemed to jump over you both to guard from the chill mysteriously entering the room, you closed your eyes while the pair of you turned onto your sides, and a kiss marked the occasion, brief it were on the lips, but the love? Eternal. And so it were that you slept in her arms and her in yours. Ready to give her the rest of your life. Ready to give her your very soul. and in all honesty, she already owns it.

#Spinel #Selfshipping #self shipping #yandere #light horror #steven universe

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funtimebunnyblog · 4 years ago

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Diamante d’Italia: Chapter 5

(Chapter 5: Another day in paradise)

Josuke grit his teeth, his chin resting in his hand as he held the phone slightly away from his ear, though the guffaw that continued to ring out from the speaker could still be very much heard.

He had already called his Mom to check in with her when he first woke up this morning and since he had the whole day ahead of him he waited until after a much needed shower to call his best friend.

That now seemed like a mistake after listening to him howl with laughter for almost five minutes now.

He winced as Crazy Diamonds hands ghosted over the mottled flesh of his back, sharp pinging following their careful movements as the stand dutifully patched him up.

He was just glad the bed made it easier to sit down with that one.

From what he saw in the bathroom mirror, where those junkies had kicked him in the back had left a bruise that was the size of a basket ball and it was as black and green as Rohans signature hair.

Spots of the same colours along with splotches of an ugly purple were also sprouting on his upper left arm and shoulder. Not to mention the particularly ugly one that was currently taking up residence on his thigh and.... a more unsavory place just slightly north of there.

He had definitely been right about hurting in the morning that's for sure because he practically yelped when rolling over, causing him to fall out of bed and onto the carpeted floor to add to it all.

Staring up into the face of Crazy Diamond looking down at him from where he laid half-whimpering and aching all over was not a way he would recommend starting your day.

The fan of the hotel room spun slowly above him from where he sat on the huge marshmallowy bed in only a towel, his damp pale skin starting to dry and chill beneath the breeze.

"--so-so... lemme get this straight-... you..." Josuke rolled his eyes as Okuyasu struggled to keep his giggles in check over the phone. "You get there..... and-... hehehe.... and- not even like 2 hours.... -and you get beat up?"

"Yes." He sighed.

"BWAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"--oh Josuke!" He wheezed into the receiver, dying down into giggles again. "--I'm so sorry buddy- but that's.... -that's funny.... oww... owww my stomach..."

Josuke grunted, pulling the phone away from his head to avoid going deaf in his right ear as more barking laughter rang out.

He could practically feel Crazy Diamonds own eyeroll as they continued their ministrations on his back.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." He groaned. "Just don't tell Mom, I don't want her to worry about me."

"So what happened after? You must've gotten away somehow right? Did CD put them in their place?" His words were almost drowned out by the obnoxious crinkling of a bag in the background, followed by the unmistakable crunch of potato chips drilling into his eardrum.

"No. I didn't even think about it. It was all happening so fast all I could think of was to grab hold of my suitcase and not let go."

"Oh man, you didn't lose your luggage did you?" Okuyasu questioned after swallowing his mouthful of junkfood very quickly. "Your Mom would have a fit!"

A smile found its way to Josukes face, "No actually. Someone helped me, oh man you should've seen him! He put a run to them and he was really cool too!"

Josuke proceeded to tell Okuyasu all about the one and only Abbacchio and their time together along with meeting Bucciarati.

He spared no details in telling him all about the scrumptious meal he had devoured that night, he could practically hear the other teenager drooling all over the phone as he described the juicy details of prosciutto stuffed chicken breast.

Bruno looked very anxious and warned him it was very dangerous to wander the streets at night, most especially when he was a tourist carrying all his possessions that didn't know where to go.

After Josuke had eaten last night, Bruno asked him if he was staying somewhere and the teenager realized he had completely forgotten about finding a Hotel!

The streets by then were dark and it was late, they had talked for so long but the time had just flew right bye. Jouske had grabbed his bag and thanked the two men graciously for the food and their company, making sure he bowed deeply in respect as he done so, about to head out to find one before he was stopped.

More importantly, he wouldn't even be able to read any signs leading to a Hotel.

Josuke realized he had gotten ahead of himself and accepted the mans proposal to take him to the Hotel a few blocks away, which he did and Josuke had to say, the place was like paradise on Earth.

The building itself was huge! Not to mention high-class. The lobby had a chandelier that was the size of his Livingroom back home! And the fountain in the center of it was bigger than the one outside his School!

Bruno chuckled seeing the owlish expression on his face as they entered through the glass sliding doors, the reflection of the golden lights above them on the polished white marble floor made his baby blue eyes sparkle. Abbacchio simply opted for staying outside and smoking a much needed cigarette while his partner helped Josuke arrange a room.

"Oh man!" Okuyasu said through another mouthful of chips. "That sounds A-B-C-Delicious! I wanna eat that!"

"You'll have to bug Tonio about it if you're that eager." Josuke laughed. "Speaking of food, you've eaten a full meal today right?"

The crunching came to a sudden stop.

"Define--"

"As in you've eaten something cooked and not just junkfood." He interrupted, drumming his fingers on his knee, he already knew his answer however.

Silence... he could actually hear the sounds of Stray Cat (whom both boys had taken to aptly nicknaming 'Guns and Roses') purring along with the feint sound of the TV playing in the background.

"Okuyasu!"

"Sorry! I'll eat real food tomorrow!" He whined. "I just forgot is all!"

"I've actually just been binge watching this goofy tv series. I've heard about it for a while but I finally decided to get into it. Man, I'm gonna be so sore tomorrow, I've been sitting on my ass for so long!" He cackled.

Josuke huffed, however deciding to not press him further on the matter and take his word.

Okuyasu needed to take better care of himself and Josuke usually had to remind him of the importance of it, along with helping his friend pilot through all his emotional troubles.

"It's this Anime thing called 'Dodo's Wacky Quest'. It's pretty good!" There was a pause as a indignant 'meow' sounded close to the phone, followed by more rustling of the chip bag. Okuyasu grunted, the phone crackling as he moved to hand the living plant a chip. "The series is pretty long though. But hopefully I'll have most of it done by the time you get back."

'Speak for yourself...' Josuke thought, shifting slightly on the bed to try and inevitably get more comfortable.

Crazy Diamond was almost finished with his back, the worst one was next.

"What series is it?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Huh," Josuke rubbed his chin, smiling. "I'll have to watch some of it with you."

"That'd be cool! Dodo kinda reminds me of you actually. I dunno if I've met any Jio in my life though, dude gives me the willies..."

Crazy Diamond leaned over him and tapped his leg, shooting him a look.

"I'd better go man. I'll try to talk to you tomorrow, remember your promise!" He said into the phone, turning away from his stand.

"Ok. Ok. I will. Jeeze..." the eyeroll he was getting was evident in the others voice. "Be safe JoJo!"

"I will. Bye."

He put the phone back in its cradle on the bedside stand and sighed, swatting away the phantom hands that pulled on the towel covering him and ignoring the exasperated 'Dora' as he shunted it aside himself.

'Lay on your stomach.' Came the telepathic order from Crazy Diamond. 'I can give you a massage after I'm done with the last bruise to help relax you further.'

He was just glad he didn't decide to tell Okuyasu about his last bruise, otherwise he would've probably passed out from laughter, resulting in Josuke to have to end the call promptly.

He'd never be able to live this down from his stand alone....

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There was so much he wanted to do, and so much he wanted to see. He decided to leave his suitcase behind within the safety of his room (not wanting a repeat of yesterday) carrying just his wallet, a disposable camera his Mom had given him to take pictures and his handy dandy comb of course.

Finally walking again and not shuffling along uncomfortably like an old man (as he had been doing earlier), Josuke strutted downstairs to the lobby without a hair out of place.

His precious mane had been properly lathered, rinsed, gelled, combed and hairsprayed and he was ready to tackle the day!

The golden charms adorning his uniform gleamed like his eyes and he walked with pep in his step, shoes shined and clicking on the polished marble floor.

He needed to tackle business first before he went about to getting some breakfast. He had already had a cup of strong instant coffee after the massage given to him by his stand, using the machine inside of his room (this Hotel really had everything).

"Hello." He greeted the lady at the desk in the lobby, a woman in her sixties with greying hair pulled back into a bun, maroon lipstick and matchig rectangular spectacles. "I was just wondering if I could pay for my nightly stay now and maybe pay for tomorrow too?"

"Can I have your name, dear?" She asked, already typing away on the keyboard of the large white box computer before her.

"Josuke Higashikata. J-O-S-U-K-E."

Her long black nails clicked and clacked away loudly on the keyboard, he watched in silence as her dark red lips pursed, her eyes scanning the screen.

"It says here you're already covered for your full stay."

'Embarrassing' wouldn't be a word he would use to describe a situation where he had to call his Nephew and demurely ask if he could get a lift home like a drunk teenager calling a half-alseep Parent in the middle of the night.

He blinked at her, raising both his eyebrows.

"Umm... I don't think that's right. I only booked the room last night..." he trailed off, feeling his heart starting to pound in his chest.

He prayed to God this somehow wouldn't end with him being in debt with no way home.

She hummed, "It says you're fully covered. You just need to inform the Hotel of the date you're departing and a direct deposit is already in order." She explained.

That answered absolutely none of his questions.

"How is that possible?" He asked, doing his best to keep his voice calm as he rubbed the back of his neck idly.

More typing and clicking.

"It says here that your stay has been covered by..... a Mr. Bruno Bucciarati. He arranged for the bill to be footed to him." Came her reply at last, turning in her chair to look at him.

It took the Highschooler a moment to process that, blinking like an idiot as she stared at him.

What.... when.... how did..... why did....?

"Oh.... uh.... I-I see. Thank you." He told the older woman at last, with a half-hearted wave goodbye as he left the lobby, out into the world of golden sunshine awaiting him outside.

Each question seemed to short-circuit in his brain, he couldn't decide on what to ask first.

Josuke finally realized he was lingering and staring as the old woman addressed him again, before averting his eyes, his face tinging a little pink.

Why on Earth would the man put himself through so much trouble? Paying out of his pocket for him at a Hotel where people who looked like they wiped their asses with dollar bills stayed there no less! It didn't make sense!

This Hotel seemed a little one the pricy side, he had actually been wary about staying here the night but didn't want to be rude and ask Bucciarati to take him to another Hotel, so he decided to risk it and see how much it was the next day (silently praying he wouldn't be dialing Jotaro Kujo afterwards with a speech prepared of course).

This however changed everything.

He was still a virtual stranger to Bruno and his partner, and he didn't feel like he had earned such a kind gesture. He didn't have a doubt in his mind that both men were wealthy but this just felt akin to stealing in Josukes eyes.

It was the least he could do. It's what he wanted to do. It's what he was raised to do.

Josuke leaned up against the stone wall of the Hotel, considering his options. He could tell the Hotel that wasn't necessary and to cancel that previous order and allow him to pay.

Or he could find Bucciarati again (it couldn't be that hard) and offer to pay him back, if not in money maybe he could do something in return for him.

That did it.

He took one last look at the Hotel to remember the name as he prepared to cross the street (he needed something to go off of if he was gonna find a way back afterall).

He had a new mission added onto today.

He was going to do some sight seeing, eat some more damn delicious food and keep his eyes open for either one of the men he dined with last night.

"Albergo brillante Diamante..." he murmured, absentmindedly scratching his cheek as he did his best to pronounce the words (in what he hoped was the correct manor).

"Hmm... wonder what that means."

All he truly knew was that he Josuke Higashikata, had a mission he was going to see through today.

...

He mentally added 'buying a dictionary' to his list today as he narrowly avoided a car coming in the street, yelling out a "Sorry!" To the driver laying on his horn (who wasn't supposed to have the right away).

[To be coninued... 》

#Diamante d'Italia #josuke higashitaka

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honeysuckleharrison · 5 years ago

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Run For Your Life - Part IV

pairing- George Harrison x Reader

warnings- So much fluff

year- 1964

Word count- 1.7k

Summary- You're falling hard for George. There's just a few problems. John Lennon is your protective older brother, and their band, The Beatles are leaving for their first tour in America.

Disclaimer/ AN- So hi, this is the first fic I've published. This is FICTION. So the timeline may not match up with reality. For example, Julians not in it. So ignore that, and just enjoy the story for what it's worth. Anyways, I'm so excited to release my first fic. If you guys have any questions, or comments or anything, please comment or as, don't be afraid to talk to me. Huge shutout to @iimplicitt she helped me edit, and such. Thanks so much girl!

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You go straight to the studio after breakfast with John. John, and the other boys were caught up in the music, making sure everything was perfect. But George's attention was on you. You would look at John to make sure he wasn't watching, then you would look George and let all your feelings out, blushing, and giggling. He did the same back. It did result in you making awkward eye contact with John a few times. You prayed that he didn't notice how flustered you were. It didn't last the whole time though, Geroge got caught up in a melody he was working on. You didn't mind. Watching him working and concentrating on something was so precious. The way he smiled when he finally got it right was so charming.

After they were done recording, John was too busy, fighting with Paul, again, so you went to George.

"Hi love" he said in the same quiet manner that most of you conversations had to be in.

"Hi, I really enjoyed watching you play" you said, complimenting him, "You're really good" you made your voice even quieter, "and you look really cute when you're focusing." You watched his expression changed from casual to a redder more flustered look.

"Y/n!" he whispered little louder, "not here. Strawberry Fields, in an hour ok?"

"Ok, Geo" you agreed, "I'll see you then"

"I can't wait, flower" he said smirking at you. He called you flower. That was by far the most charming thing anyone has ever said to you. Despite his dark appearance, and sarcastic tone, he can be so sweet. He was so hard to understand but you felt like you were starting to get to know his personality.

The hour passed fast. You took your time getting ready, putting on a red lipstick to show him something different. You slipped out the door when John wasn't looking, and headed out.

When you reached Strawberry Fields, you were amazed. The backyard was closed in by a tall black fence. In the cracks of the fence grew huge vines, and a variety of flora. The building was abandoned, and unkempt. Nature had claimed the building as its own. Humankind can spend so long building something up from the ground, putting all their best resources and knowledge forward. But as soon as they stop maintaining their creation, the natural world claims it as their own.

You slipped through a space in the fence. You had known it was there, and so did every kid who grew up in Liverpool. This was everyone's safe place. Despite the dark, gothic architecture, and the rubble that surrounded it, it was a safe place. As you stepped in, you saw George sitting on a picnic blanket in the middle of the overgrown lawn. Inside the dark fence, the grass was shades of bright green and yellow. He smiled at the sight of you and stood up. His hair moved in the wind, and his happy eyes were looking into yours. He opened his arms for you, and you ran into them. You were once again in one of George's hugs. They were your favorite thing. His skinny frame was so nice to fall into.

"I brought you Strawberries and wine, Love." George said through a smile.

"How fitting" you joke, "Can we eat hun."

"Of course flower, take a seat."

You and George sat next to each other cross legged on the blanket. He sparked a conversation about the recording session from earlier. He asked if you liked what they were working on. You answered honestly and explained that you were so proud of them. It was crazy to see your own brother rising to fame.

It didn't take long before George poured you a glass of wine, and started feeding you strawberries. He was being so sweet to you, but the sweetness soon melted into something more. George laid you down on the blanket and started kissing you. You didn't realize your dark red lipstick would soon cover his face and neck. You were both so caught up in each others touch that you didn't notice the sun beginning to set, or the crimson color that littered George's face.

George brought his hands up right below your neck and wrapped them around you. He was choking you without actually hurting you. His hands felt so good on your bare skin, and you let out a moan. He pulled his face off of yours.

"You good love" George asked, panting.

"Yes, I'm amazing." You said, taking a moment to appreciate the fact that you were being pinned down by George's sizable hands, and slim frame. Your body was limp and you were totally defenseless under George. And you loved it.

You looked at George's face. He was still panting and his face was red. His face was also covered in your lipstick. He looked ridiculous, you couldn't help but giggle. He laughed back. You looked down and noticed the bulge in his pants. You looked back up at his face and said "But are you good?" George laughed.

"Yeah I'm better than ever." he answered. "Why, is there something wrong?" he asked looking around himself, and brushing off his shoulders.

"No," you giggled, "Your face is just covered in lipstick." He quickly started wiping his mouth with his hand. He had no luck in trying to get the crimson off his lips, it had stained.

"I don't think it's gonna come off Geo." you said. "And it looks like you got a little excited." You pointed down and his gaze followed. As soon as he noticed what you were referring too, he gave you a toothy smile, and his cheeks somehow became even redder. Geo let out a small laugh, and seemed a little embarrassed. He rolled off of you and laid next to your warm body. He let out a big sigh, before looking at you. You looked at each other for a while. Your eyes traced all the lipstick you had left on his face, and you noticed how messy his hair had gotten. You leaned in and kissed each other sweetly. His mouth tasted of strawberries, and his eyes closed so gently.

Pulling away, he looked into your eyes and said "Your beautiful, truly." He reached a hand up and stroked your cheek. You grabbed his wrist in response and rubbed his smooth skin with your thumb.

You rolled over and looked at the sky. The sky was becoming darker, but you had time before John would start to worry.

"Please," George said, "tell me about yourself some more."

"Well, I dunno," you said, trying to decide what to say, "I just finished my first year of university." You turned back towards George, and looking into his sweet eyes.

"What are you studying again?" he asked.

"English. I'm hoping to become a writer." you answered.

"Why do you like writing" he wondered.

"Well, I suppose it's because I like being in A world where everything happens for a reason. When you write, every single sentence has a purpose, a reason. It's nice to think all the pain, all the hard times you've been through were for a reason." you said, gesticulating your words. You really did like to write, it let you escape your world, and become part of your character's world.

"Who's to say that everything doesn't happen for a reason in real life too?" George asked.

"I don't know, I've just never believed that they do. I've never really been spiritual like that before, y'know? I just think were just here, living, not for any reason." you explained.

"I think things do happen for a reason. To me, the universe isn't all an accident, y'know? I guess I just think more 'spiritually' than other people. Maybe people get resurrected. Who's to say? It's just a nice way to think, and there's no reason not to think like that."

"You're right, thank you for enlightening me" you joked

George giggled, then proceeded, "Think about it, things do happen for a reason, the earth is billions of years old, yet we managed to exist in this form at the same time."

"You flatter me, Harrison."

"Maybe that's my purpose."

"You're too good to me" you said.

He leaned in and kissed you softer than ever. You could feel every crease on his lips. It was such a loving embrace that you felt strong feelings for him in that moment. Not love. Love would come later. After you spend more time with him. But nonetheless, this feeling was strong, and had really made you fall for him.

As the night went on, you and George continued your deep conversation. He was so smart. He had obviously spent a lot of time thinking about life, and its purpose. Overall, he seemed relaxed about it all. George thought that life wasn't very serious. He believed that we're all here to have a good time. He didn't think much of tragedies. They were sad, of course, but pain is simply a part of life

Some of his ideas were nieve, but so were yours. You were young; it was only natural.

The day started ending. The sky became a darker shade of blue, and shades of pink and orange littered the heavens.

"I should be going now, i don't want John to worry." you explained

"You sure you have to leave, Love" George whimpered, "I'd love to see you again, maybe tonight?"

"I don't want to leave you either, Harrison, but it's getting late. Maybe I will stop by again tonight." you said, turning to him and winking.

"Yes please." he begged.

You both stood up, and wiped the grass off your clothes. George picked up the basket he had brought with him. You both reached down to grab two corners of the blanket, and folded it together.

" Should I walk you home, y/n?" he asked.

"I don't think that's a good idea, what if John sees your face covered in lipstick?" you answered.

"Ah, I forgot about that," George admitted.

Before you parted ways, You leaned into each other for one last embrace. As George stepped away you called him back.

"Wait" you cried.

"Yes, Love?" George said, turning around to face you again.

"So, are we.. ya'know," you hesitated, "Dating now?"

"If you want to, Flower." he answered lovingly, "I'd be honored to date such a pretty girl."

As the words left his lips you walked back to him and held him tight. You kissed George softly before speaking.

"Then we're dating." you said softly. You broke away from each other, and squeezed through the fence.

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AN- If you wanna be added to my taglist for this fic PLEASE tell me. If you liked it let me know, and if you didn't, tell me why. This part makes me blush so hard. I loved writing it. I hope you enjoyed it. Do you have any predictions yet? Cause let me tell you it gets crazy.

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The Outsiders: Camp Squit

The Outsiders: Camp Squit (Episode 4)

Published: 10-19-19 - Updated: 10-21-19

Squit planned an idea of what's happening in this weekend as he planned to go camping with Pinky, Brain, Pesto and Wakko. Will the others ruin it for him? Will it cause cringy chaos? Read what happens and find out. This is the 4th fanfiction episode of The Outsiders.

Part 1: The Arrival

(Brain is driving in the woods with Squit, Pinky, Pesto and Wakko for their camping trip.)

Squit: As we're near, I thought I'd run through the itinerary for this weekend.

Wakko: What's an itinerary?

Pesto: (annoyed) Squit's way of taking the piss outta everything?

Squit: No, it's just a schedule of what we'll do and when we'll do it.

Pinky: Okay, item one, get your shit off my side of the car! (pushes Squit's suitcase)

Squit: It's not shit. It's essentials for everyone to make the trip more enjoyable!

Pinky: Oh, really? (Gets out Monopoly from Squit's suitcase) Monopoly?! Y'fuckin' serious?! This is tha most shitty-ass game you've ever bought! Look. All we need is beer and weed and I've got plenty of both.

Squit: Why have you brought a load of weed?

Pinky: In case I get lucky and stoned.

Squit: But we're camping by a lake near a woods.

Pinky: Listen, all these country bitches love some big city diugh.

Squit: You're not from the big city!

Pinky: Well growing up in da hood counts as a city to them!

Brain: (frustrated) Pesto, look at the map, please! Where is it?!

Pesto (checks phone) Uhhh...I dunno. It's around here somewhere. Th-the next left or something.

Brain: (sarcastically) And that's what Google Maps says, "The next left or something"?

Pesto: Sorry, dude, I'm running outta brain juice. What if I have to literally give birth with the babe from Walmart I had sex with? Can you imagine how fuckin' disgusting that'll be, watching that baby getting squeezed outta her ass?

Squit: Okay, I've got some news, Pesto. Do ya...

Pesto: Oh, here we are, B. Turn left.

(Brain turns left to the nearest forest.)

Brain: Oh, Jesus Christ, it stinks. Is it near a pig farm, Pesto?

Pesto: Sorry, that was me. It just slipped out.

(they all gag and moan by the smell)

Pinky: What?! (holds nose)

Brain: Ugh! I can't believe that's the smell of your ass!

Squit: I think I'm gonna throw up!

Wakko: I can fucking see it! It's like a brown mist!

(Squit N/R: Despite Pesto's anxious bowels burning our eyes and choking our lungs, we made it to the forest. I'd researched this place online and it certainly delivered. Secluded. Remote. Beautiful.)

(All 5 were standing in the forest.)

Pesto: So...where do we shit?

Squit: What?

Pesto: When we need to shit, where do we shit?

Pinky: Hang on, he's right. Where are we gonna shit?

Squit: Well, usually, you'd place a trench at least.

Pesto: Well, what trench, smart-ass?!

Squit: The toilet trench.

Wakko: Where you place the public bathrooms?

Squit: No, it's where you DO a public bathroom.

Pesto: (whacks Squit in the head) Fuck you, I'm not shittin' in a trench! Dafuq's the matter with ya?!

Pinky: Dude, you're fuckin' high.

Brain: I'm not going near a hole filled with your shit!

Squit: (rubbing his head) No. We each get our own trench. That's what I'm sayin'.

Brain: (sarcastically) Oh, OK. Yeah 'coz that makes sense!

Wakko: We're camping surrounded by shit?

Pinky: No! No-one's shittin' in a trench! That's disgustin', I'm not gonna do it! We'll have to drive to tha bar or a convenience store or something.

Pesto: Shit there?

Pinky: Shit there.

Wakko: Good idea.

Brain: Agreed.

Pinky: Then, that's decided, write that down, Squit, item two.

Squit: Could do. Or you could remember to shit in the bar when we're there anyways?! Now, c'mon. Let's get this tent up.

Pesto: I need to go now, tho.

Squit: What? Just hold it in!

Pesto: I can't, I get emotional.

Squit: We only just got here, Pesto! Camp first, shit second!

Pesto: I don't think I can, I'm honestly gettin' teary here, it feels like it's trying to push its way back up into my stomach!

Wakko: Great. I need one now, too.

Brain: What about that gas station we've just past?

Pesto: (panicking, holding his ass) Oh, God, the snake's out the cave!

Squit: Fine. Everyone, back in the car.

(They got back in the car and drove to the nearest gas station.)

(Squit N/R: So our camping trip was shortly delayed while Pesto left what he described as "King Kong's finger" in the Welcome Break bathrooms. Pesto genuinely felt better about life after unloading a massive turd. And now the car was unloaded, so did I.)

(Back at the forest.)

Squit: First need to clear the ground, make sure the site is safe and then put up our tent.

Pinky: Fuck dat, let's just crack open the beers and build a fuckin' massive fire up in this bitch!

Squit: You can't just build a fire. It takes preparation. I mean, have we even asked the landowner's permission?

Brain: (frustrated) Squit, c'mon! I didn't come here for a refresher course in the Countryside Code. I just wanna get pissed and have fun. Otherwise, I won't be able to do any of this in Wales.

Pinky: What, 'coz there's no fields?

Brain: No, 'coz I won't have any friends of my kind.

Pinky: You won't need friends. Welsh hoes are totally horny.

Brain: Are they?

Pinky: Yeah. Pretty much all British porn stars are Welsh, even though they are popular here in America. Most of them don't even get paid, they just do it for dick.

Brain: (sarcastically) Oh, OK, made-up sluts. Now I'm glad I'm going to Swansea. Oh, fucking hell, Swansea! I have to see my grandpa for a WHOLE WEEK in Swansea!

Squit: Fine, Brain, look if you really want, I'll build you a fire. Y'all put the tent up, I'll go and find some suitable wood and kindling.

Wakko: All right, Akela. HA!

Squit: But remember, fire is an element, it must be respected.

(He leaves to find some wood.)

(Squit N/R: Camping's all about self-reliance and teamwork. And I knew I could rely on myself to create the perfect camp and my team fucking it all up.)

(When he came back, he saw his stuff from his suitcase being burnt down with fire as his suitcase was open, it causes him to have a panic attack and drops all of the wood he just found.)

Squit: WHAT...THE...FUCK HAVE YA DONE!?

Pinky: Y'okay, Squit?

Wakko: (tried to hand Squit a cooked sausage) Want a sausage?

Pesto: Calm down. I just got it going and I didn't even need a fire gay's badge.

Pinky: Nah, just some diesel.

Squit: You put diesel on it? Wait a minute. Is that my fold-out table on the fire? (gasp) And my picnic basket?!

Pinky: I thought you said look for stuff to burn.

Squit: (getting angry) Wood, burn fucking wood, not my stuff! Oh, for Christ's sake! Why would ya do that?!

Pesto: Look, someone had to take charge of this weekend or it's gonna be all Monopoly and shitting in trenches!

Brain: Look, come on, sit down, have some weed, have a beer, have a sausage. Just chill.

Squit: I'll chill when y'all stop burning up my fuckin' valuable possessions to dust!

Pinky: (teasing) Oh, but I thought they were for "everyone"?

Squit: Yes, for everyone to use, not to burn up with! God.

(Wakko saw the fire going down so he puts Squit's fold-out chair on top of it.)

Squit: What the hell are you doing now?!

Wakko: Fire's going down.

Squit: (getting furious) STOP...BURNING...MY...THINGS!

Wakko: (angrily) Sorry, I forgot. (flips his chair off the fire) Jeez!

(Squit N/R: We were barely an hour from home, but somehow that meant that burning my possessions was not only OK, but hilarious.)

Part 2: R.I.P. Brain's Shitty Car

(Squit was sitting down still looking pissed off because of what happened earlier.)

Brain: Oh, come on, we're sorry. It was just a joke.

Wakko: We'll do whatever you want to cheer you up.

Pinky: Anything you like.

Squit: (smiled) Game of Monopoly?

(The others moan about this)

Pinky: Oh, fuck off!

Pesto: Boooooooooooooo! Y'suck!

Brain: Apart from that.

Pinky: Look, if you wanna play a game, I've got a proper game, not a shitty one, especially Monopoly. Though thinking about it, y'all might be too pussy to play.

Wakko: It's not that game that you used to play with your weird neighbour in his shed, is it?

Pinky: (looks nervous) Well, that never happened.

Wakko: Yeah, you told me about 8 years ago. Just after he moved away.

Pinky: No, I never. Shut up, dumbass!

(Wakko looks confused)

Pinky: OK, to start with, y'all have to swap phones. Squit, you swap with mine. Brain, I'll swap with your phone. Wakko and Pesto can swap each others and Pesto can swap with Squit.

(They all swap phones.)

Brain: Okay...now what?

Pinky: Now you text someone in their phone book. So when you text someone, they'll think it's from him.

Wakko: So does that mean I have to write it all posh and like all hurdy wurdy durdy?

Pinky: Nope. The only rule is you can write whatever you like and no-one can stop you.

Squit: I just wanna say, for the record, there's no way anything good can come outta this.

Pinky: Whatever. Ready? Go.

(They all text.)

Pinky: I've only got five numbers in my phone, and four of them are four of y'all, so do ya worst.

Pesto: Well, as long as one of the others is Squit's mama, you're still in trouble.

Squit: (looking disgusted) Pesto, come on, that's too much.

Pinky: Sorry, it's literally the point of the game, y'know.

Squit: Awww...fuck. Fine!

Pinky: Right, homies, finished?

Wakko: (finished texting) That's it, send 'em.

Pinky: Good, now swap back.

(They swapped back their phones.)

Pinky: Good, so I wrote, from Brain's phone to Billie, "Bills, I love you from the bottom of my ding-a-ling. The thought of leaving you is making me cum." (laughs)

Brain: (embarrassed) Oh, god.

Pinky: "And I'm using those tears as lube to jerk myself off with."

Brain: (sarcastically/disgusted) Gee, thanks, Pinky.

Squit: Don't worry, B, I texted Pinky's dad and wrote, "Dad, I'm just thinking about you."

Pinky: (whispered) Hmph, pussy.

Squit: "I'm in the bath and I'm hard." (laughs)

Pinky: (angrily) Holy fuck! Damnit, you've won this round!

Brain: Pesto? What about you?

Pesto: Fairly standard to Squit's mama. "Ma, it's been 29 years, but I'd love to have another go on your big fake-ass tits."

Squit: (embarrassed) God. No.

Pesto: "Then I'd like to smash in your back doors (anus)."

Squit: (sarcastically) So it'll come up that I've sent her a text, she'll think, "Good, he's just letting me know I'm proud of him," then she'll read that? Yep, thanks Pesto!

Pesto: No probs. Wak, who did you send to?

Wakko: I presume, your dad? I wrote "Your gay as fuck." HA!

(There was a short silence as Pesto looks pissed)

Pesto: (he snatches his phone back from Wakko) Gimme my phone back!

Wakko: Wait, I've also wrote for Saucy Walmart Karen.

Pesto: Wait, did ya?

Wakko: Hell yeah, I've written, "Karen, I love you and love that you are to be the mother of my child. Marry me?"

Pesto: Oh, c'mon!

Pinky: Nice.

Pesto: I only met her a month ago. She smells like cheese most of the time.

Pinky: What, 'coz of all dat dick she sucked?

Pesto: Yes...no...maybe...I DUNNO! God, I thought coming out here would take me mind off it, but the countryside's really boring! It's just a load of fields and rivers. And they don't do anything. They just sit there doing jack, it's not like The Blair Witch Project where people jump out at you.

Pinky: He's right, it is boring.

Wakko: Shall we go back?

Brain: Oh, no, come on, we could go for a swim? Skinny dipping? (The others look slightly disgusted) Yeah, you're right, probably be a bit gay.

Squit: Well, there's always Monopoly.

(They moan once again.)

Pinky: Fuck, fine, as long as I can be the dog.

Squit: Why?

Pinky: Reminds me of Benji.

(Squit N/R: This was great. Camping. Playing board games round the fire as the sun went down. It was like I was back in Cub Scouts, but without the unpleasantness.)

(At night, they were still playing Monopoly.)

Pinky: Miami, with a hotel, that's $1,500 you owe me, Top Hat.

Squit: Can I pay you after I pass Go? I'm nearly there.

Pinky: Nope.

Squit: (frustrated) Oh, c'mon. This is impossible. I can barely see. I've not been able to see anything for fuckin' hours! Let's just stop.

Brain: OK, we'll call it a draw.

Pinky: Fuck you, just because I'm winning and all you've got is just cities!

Pesto: I'm happy to call it a draw, y'know.

Pinky: Course you are, 'coz you were out four hours ago anyway, you fuckin' idiot!

Pesto: Y'all think I'm dumb, but I've got street smarts!

Brain: You got a woman from Walmart pregnant in her lunch hour.

Pesto: (pondered) Oh.

Pinky: I'll build another fire.

Squit: It's too dark to collect wood and you've burnt everything I own!

Pinky: Well, fine, I'll...I'll get Brain's shitty car and shine the lights over here.

Brain: Fine. Here ya go. (hand's Pinky his car keys)

Pinky: Thanks, mah boy!

(Pinky runs to Brain's car and turns on the headlights.)

(Squit N/R: This was embarrassing. I hadn't lost a game of Monopoly since I was 7. And yet I was about to be beaten by Pinky, a man who took pride in the fact that he couldn't count to 100.)

Squit: He really wants to win, doesn't he? I never knew he was so competitive.

Pesto: (eating sausages) I can't get enough of these sausages.

Wakko: (eating sausages) Yeah. I love 'em raw in the middle.

Pinky: Right, done. (he gets out of the car and shuts the door) Mission accomplished! Now you owe me $1,500. And you can pay me right fuckin' now!

(Brain's car was about to roll down into the lake.)

Brain: Pinky, my fucking car! (he stops his car from going down) Handbrake?

Pinky: Oh, shit, sorry.

Brain: Quick, everyone. Stop it!

(The others stopped the car except for Pinky.)

Brain: Pinky, help!

Pinky: Okay, calm your tits! (as he helped stopping the car)

Brain: (tried to unlock it) It's locked. Pinky, throw me the keys.

Pinky: I don't have them.

Brain: The fuck are you talkin' about, what do you mean you don't have them?!

Pinky: I gave them to you.

Brain: No, you didn't.

Pinky: Yeah, I did.

Brain: (getting angry) No, you fucking didn't!

Pinky: Brilliant, someone's gone and lost the fuckin' keys.

Squit: (looks at Pinky while being concerned) Yes, you. You've lost them.

Brain: You must have locked them in the car. (he panics) Oh, God! Oh, God!

Squit: Sorry, Brain. We'll have to smash a window or something.

Brain: (furious) Pinky, you dolt, Imma kill you for that!

Pinky: It's not my fault.

Brain: It is entirely your fault!

Pinky: I always lock my car like that!

Pesto: But yours must be different.

Wakko: It's shitty, for one.

Brain: (sarcastically angry) Thanks, Wak!

Pinky: If my lil' bro was here, he'd be able to get into it in two seconds flat. He used to jack Ferraris in New York City for the Mafia.

Brain: (bops Pinky in the head with a pencil in anger) How is that total bullshit helpful?!

Squit: Enough! OK, you three hold it. We'll go and find something to smash a window with.

Pinky: (rubbing his head looking dizzy) Hey! Why do me, Pesto and Wak have to hold the fuckin' car?!

Squit: Well, obviously, because you three are the strongest.

(Pinky, Pesto and Wakko hold the car.)

Pesto: Huh. It's true, we are.

Brain: What the fuck, why are there no rocks?! It's the countryside! Why aren't there any fuckin' rocks?! What are we gonna smash the window with now?!

Squit: Well, I dunno. Pinky's face?!

(Brain and Squit leave to find the rocks.)

Pinky: My arms hurt. I don't know why they're bothering to get rocks anyways. The way I look at it, it's inevitable that the car's gonna dive into the lake.

Wakko: I suppose it's nature. You can't fight nature.

Pesto: Exactly.

Pinky: It's going in anyway, I'm legitimately sweatin', my arms achin', we might as well just let go.

Pesto: Do you think Brain will kill us all?

Pinky: How can he? He hates it anyways. It's logical. We can't stop it.

Wakko: We are stopping it now.

Pinky: It's inevitable, Wak, trust me. We'll let go after three, do ya hear?

Pesto & Wakko: Gotcha.

Pinky: One, two, three. Go!

(They let go of the car as the car starts rolling down again. Brain and Squit finally got some rocks but Brain saw his car going down as he panicked and dropped the rocks.)

Brain: NO! Oh, God. Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!

(The car went into the lake as there was a short silence, then Pesto picked the rock up and smashed the back window.)

Brain: Why did you do that?!

Pesto: You said smash a window. Look, there ya go!

Brain: NO! No, no, no! (Brain went into the lake and tried to get his car out and shortly gives up, looking at Pinky, Squit, Pesto and Wakko furiously) You assholes. You total pair of fuckin' scumbags!

Pesto: Relax, B. We'll just wait 'til morning and rescue it when the tide's out.

Brain: It's just a fucking lake, Pesto, the tide isn't going out! (He emotionally tears up) I've wasted my whole 14 years hanging around with you fuckin' morons! I wish I'd never met y'all at all! I can't wait to move to Swansea! I fuckin' hate you, fuck you! FUCK YOU!

Squit: Come on, Brain, come outta the water and dry off, you could get sick, I'm sure we'll think of something.

Brain: You never think of anything. You've just got an accent that makes us think you're clever, but you're not, are ya?! You're just as much of a fuckin' idiot as these three!

Squit: (he frowns) Wow, harsh.

Brain: You scumbags, you total, total scumbags! (he continues to get the car out) Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! (he gives up trying to get the car out)

Wakko: Do you want a lager, B?

Brain: Yes, please.

(Brain got out of the lake as they all go back to the camping area.)

Pinky: (he took Brain's keys out of his back pocket) Oh, shit! I did have the keys.

Squit: Uhhh...yeah. Probably wouldn't mention it. Like ever!

Pinky: Y'right! As a matter of fact! (he throws the car keys into the lake and leaves)

(Squit N/R: So, Brain's shitty yellow Fiat was gone forever.)

The Final Part: A Disgustingly Happy Ending

(But look on the bright side, at least Pinky did beat me at Monopoly now despite I've lost $1,500. But the last thing I wanted to have is Pesto burning my $10,000 suitcase for fire.)

(Squit and Brain watching Squit's suitcase being burnt down.)

Squit: Hey. Which do you think burns better, B, my suitcase or my dignity? Heh, heh, heh, heh. (sighs all sadly)

Brain: Yeah, ha-ha. Nice try, but this is now officially the worst night I've ever had. Let's just go home.

Wakko: How?

Squit: Call your dad, B. If you think about it, it's sort of his fault we're here anyways.

Brain: Ha, sorry, no chance. He's gonna go ballistic about picking us up at 2 in the morning. What about your lil' bro, Pinky?

Pinky: Nah. He's out with my dad, private poker tournament in Las Vegas with Danny Dyer and the Krays.

Squit: Wait. Aren't the Krays dead?

Pinky: No! That's just a cover story cos they done a bunk from prison. They're holed up in one of me dad's warehouses.

Brain: Of course.

(short silence)

Pinky: Shall we swap phones again to cheer us all up.

Squit: Sure, why not.

(They all swap their phones back to their previous precision)

Pinky: (reads text) Oh, Brain, you got a message for your insurance company, they said, "We're sorry about the car. One of our retarded staff sended you the wrong car. Just burn it, dump it, kill it with fire. We're sorry for the delay for the last 2 years. Your old one will be back in 2 days." Hmph, looks like you're not in trouble at all, Brain.

Brain: (confused but relieved) Huh, that was anticlimactic. Plus, I knew they tried to rip me off anyways.

Squit: (reads text) Oh. Looks like your dad and your brother are taking a break from that made-up poker tournament, Pinky. Your dad's just texted you back.

Pinky: Oh, shit. What did he say?

Squit: "You're sick, son. Your ma was right about sending you to that shrink."

Pinky: (looks nervous) What's he on about, that fuckin' asshole? Talkin' jack-shit as usual.

Wakko: (checks phone) You got a text, too, Pesto. It's from your babe. Maybe you should read it. (gives phone back to Pesto)

Pesto: Oh, thank you, God. Thank you.

Pinky: She said yes to the marriage proposal?

Pesto: Even better. It says, "You dopey prick. Not pregnant. Tested positive for" What's that say, Squit?

Squit: (read carefully) "Chlamydia."

Pesto: Nice! (short silence) Dafuq's chlamydia?

Squit: Well, how shall I put this, Pesto? You no longer have a child on the way but you do have an STD.

Pesto: (celebrates) I got an STD! Yes, an STD! Whoo!

Pinky: (continues to reads texts) Oh. It's from Billie and your dad. It says… (Brain snatches his phone back from Pinky) Douche!

(Brain reads the text from Billie and his dad, then suddenly smiles.)

Pinky: (curiously) Well?

Squit: Shall we go to bed? It is getting late.

Wakko: Yep, good idea.

(They all went in the tent.)

Pinky: Well...what did it say?

(Squit N/R: Brain was never this cagey. When it came to Billie or his dad, he normally wore his heart on his sleeve and his boner in his pants. Maybe he had other things on his mind.)

(Brain looks at the light in the tent while he was lying down.)

Brain: (slightly annoyed) So we had a light this whole time?

Pinky: Oh, shit, yeah. Forgot about that one. Sorry, man.

Brain: So, my car went into the lake for no reason?

Pesto: I'm upset too, B. I got my first hand job in that car. Who's gonna wanna gimme a hand job when I'm a dad?

Pinky: You're not gonna be a dad, remember, Pesto?

Pesto: (pondered) Oh, yeah!

Pinky: Whatever. Look, even if we did get it out, I doubt it would work anyway. I think the engine's flooded.

Brain: Is that supposed to be funny, Pinky?

Pinky: Did I say it was funny tho?

Brain: (pondered) Good point. I also felt happy I'm not going to Swansea next week. My grandpa cancelled the trip because he was broke.

(They all laugh.)

(Squit and Wakko came into the tent looking disgusted.)

Brain: How was the trench?

Squit: (looking disgusted) Wakko and I had to wipe our asses with leaves.

Brain: (disgusted) Jesus.

Squit: And I think there were some ants in there, so I now literally have ants in my pants. And soil, and some earwigs.

Wakko: I never wanna do that again.

Pesto: Hey. Do you remember that first time we slept in a tent in my back garden and Pinky pissed himself? (laughs)

Brain: Yeah, we had to come in the house at about midnight because Pinky got scared. (laughs)

Pinky: Yeah, I was scared that Pesto's dad was about to come out and rape us!

Pesto: (furious and disgusted) Just...go fuck yourself.

Squit: And on that familiar note, it's good night. (lies down in his sleeping bag) Sorry about your car, B.

Brain: Doesn't matter. It was a piece-of-shit car, anyway. Thanks for the send-off. For the last 2 years, I always knew they were trying to scam me in the first pla... (holds his nose) Jesus, that stinks, Pesto, was that a fart?

Pesto: Nah, Wakko and I burped. It ain't great, though.

Wakko: Yeah, I think it's them sausages.

Brain: Whatever. Good night.

Pinky: Well, I'll get the fuckin' light, then, shall I? (turns off the light) Night, mah boys.

(long silence)

Wakko: B, I was wondering, when you die?

Brain: Yeah?

Wakko: What do you want us to do with Squit? Like, look after him and stuff?

Squit: I'm not a stray cat, Wak.

Pinky: Yeah, but you do shit in a hole in the ground tho. (laughs)

Squit: (sarcastically) Gee, thanks.

Wakko: I just worry about you, that's all.

Squit: I think I'll be fine. Good night. (lies back down) Thanks, though, Wak.

(Wakko suddenly vomits on Squit)

Squit: (furious/disgusted) UGH! FUCKIN' HELL, IT'S IN MY HAIR!

Wakko: (feeling dizzy) I think it's the sausages.

Pinky: (panics and turns the light back on) Fuck dat! I've gotta get out. I've gotta get out!

Brain: (disgusted) Oh, God, the smell. It always makes me puke.

Squit: Please don't puke in here.

Brain: Oh no. (vomits)

Squit: (disgusted/annoyed) Oh, you have.

Wakko: I don't feel well. (vomits again)

(Brain pukes again)

Pesto: Help me! (vomits so much)

Pinky: Oh, shit, the smell. Oh, God, doublepuke!

Squit: JUST GET THE FUCKIN' TENT OPEN, PINKY!

Pinky: (tries to find the zip) I can't find the zip! I can't find the zip! Oh no! (vomits on the tent zip)

(Squit looks at his mini-blade as he knew what he had to do.)

Squit: (angrily) Great!

(Squit rips the tent with the mini-blade and got out, so did Pinky, Brain, Pesto and Wakko. They started walking away together abandoning a damaged tent, a burnt suitcase and Brain's shitty car in the forest)

Squit: (reads text) Oh, my mom's texted me back.

Brain: Is she up for some back door action?

Squit: Nope, it said, "I love you too but I think you're on weed. No offence."

Pinky: If she's up for it, Pesto should get to do her, cos it was his text that got her kinky.

Pesto: True.

Squit: Obviously she's not up for it.

Brain: How do you know?

Wakko: Does it say that pacifically?

Squit: Specifically.

Pesto: Are you sayin' she only likes it in her axe wound? Ha.

Squit: Seriously guys, c'mon, we've got a long walk ahead of us, I'm covered in puke, can we just drop the "yo mama" jokes?

Pinky: I'd like to drop yo mama's jokes. Get it?

(They all laugh while they were walking away from the forest.)

Squit: Okay, that's brilliant, I give ya that! Heh, heh!

(short silence)

Pinky: (putting on his fake Cockney accent) So what are we doing now, Brain?

Brain: The same thing we DON'T do every night, Pinky! Try and call my dad 'coz we're fuckin' lost! (laughs)

Pinky: Yep. Good idea.

Squit: Yep.

Pesto: Yep.

Wakko: Yep.

Brain: (relieved) When I get home, my dad's gonna kick...my...ass!

THE END!

This is the 4th fanfiction episode of The Outsiders. Thx. Hope you liked it.

#animaniacs #theoutsiders #goodfeathers

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y tú nunca juraste que saldría ileso || eleteo

Elena has a secret, and it’s time to tell Mateo.

Alternatively: McKala continues her tradition of titling Elena threads with a lyric of a Spanish song that only 12% fits because she likes the lyric

@wizardroyale

ELENA

She’d known for a week she was pregnant. She was approaching three months pregnant by now, and now that she’d cried her eyes out to Naomi, discussed her options with her, and determined before anything she had to tell Mateo, it was time to do just that. God, but it was the last thing she wanted to do.

Naomi had, thankfully, cleared the apartment of everyone but Elena ahead of Mateo getting home from work which gave Elena enough time curl up in bed and panic over what she was going to say to him. In the end Naomi’s effort was fruitless and Elena had nothing nice and neat scripted.

Elena had managed to stress cook. Not that shrimp fettuccine alfredo was fancy but it was something.

When the door opened, she was in the kitchen, portioning out two plates of her shoddy early dinner. “Mateo! I boredom cooked super early, you’re just in time for first dinner.” She hoped her plastered on smile was bright enough to hide how fucking terrified she was, but she should know better by now.

There was no hiding anything from a sorcerer, was there?

MATEO

It was a little after 3 o’clock in the afternoon when Mateo walked through the door, calling out a greeting to Elena. He’d immediately smelled the garlic in the air and knew that Elena had been cooking before she even had the chance to tell him from the kitchen.

Before that, however, he had sensed the now familiar tension as he walked up the stairs. It had been clawing at his insides like a restless animal pacing for awhile now—anytime he was around Elena, actually. Between that and the Anxiety and Fear constantly swirling around her like a storm cloud behind the False Smile she wore, he’d been worried for her.

He’d asked a few times if she was ok and had always gotten the same casual rebuff, so he’d decided to sit back and wait for her to tell him whatever was troubling her—whenever she was ready to tell him.

He grinned, dropping his backpack on the sofa before marching into the kitchen and catching her around the waist as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Ooh, that smells amazing, mi amor! I forgot to pack a lunch so first dinner sounds really good right about now.”

ELENA

Elena was very good at fake smiles. At the one year anniversary of her parents’ assassinations, she’d had to give a speech to Avalor honoring them and she’d be damned if she didn’t smile even while her heart was cannibalizing itself, was tearing itself into pieces. Right now, even her eyes almost looked like they believed the smile she wore.

At the kiss to her cheek, Elena did genuinely giggle. No amount of anxiety could make her love him any less and at least that bit of happiness she didn’t have to fake.

“Great, because I’m starving,” she said, bringing the plates and two forks to the table. She wasn’t all that hungry - throwing up almost everything you eat kind of makes you not want to eat - but having a fork and a plate of pasta gave her something to nervously mess with.

She’d been careful not to eat anything she wasn’t sure was safe around Mateo since she found out she was pregnant. Elena wanted to be the one to tell him, not her stupid morning (terrible misnomer, by the way) sickness.

“How was work? Didn’t get bitten by any clients?”

MATEO

Mateo loved it when Elena genuinely laughed, even if it was just a small giggle. Laughter was a sign of happiness and happiness meant he was doing his job as her boyfriend well. Truly, he wanted little more out of life than to make her as happy as possible.

Following her to the table he held a chair out for her, pushing it in before taking the seat beside her. He didn’t care how much she teased him for being silly or sappy, chivalry wasn’t dead and he would hold doors and chairs for her until the end of time.

“It was fine,” he commented, swirling a few pieces of pasta onto his fork and taking a bite, “And nah. The clients all love me. I apparently have a calming presence or whatever.” He laughed, taking another bite before adding, “Mmmm! The shrimp alfredo is so good! Did you do something different this time? Like—I dunno, did you add more garlic, maybe?”

ELENA

Elena normally would’ve teased him, or at least acknowledged how sappy he was with a soft chuckle, but was such a mess of nerves all she could do was smile. It wasn’t fair that she’d kept it from him until this long, but at the same time...Mateo wasn’t the one pregnant. It was her body and she deserved a few days to sit with it and wrap her head around it for herself before telling him.

She’s only intended three, maybe four days, but it had been a week and she did think it unfair to let it get to eight days.

Still, the words weren’t coming and she wanted to talk about anything but that. Luckily he gave her an out.

“More garlic? Is it particularly garlicky? I haven’t tasted it yet, let me see.” Elena twirled some pasta onto her fork and stabbed a shrimp, pretty certain she’d be okay eating it. She’d eaten some pasta dish at work the other day with crab and didn’t throw up her guts, so! Shrimp alfredo had to be safe, right?

...right?

Wrong. Elena hadn’t yet swallowed her food before her stomach rejected it, doing its best to keep the offending food out, but Elena was like her father. King Raul and Elena shared the horrible habit of nervous-nausea, and Elena’d become an expert at willing herself not to throw up. The fear of the shame of vomiting on national television was a great motivator to just keep it down.

She wasn’t able to stop herself from heaving with a closed mouth though, clapping a hand over her mouth to keep from opening it. Elena swallowed hard, forcing her food down, and willed it to stay down.

“Fuck.” Elena mumbled behind her hand.

MATEO

Mateo did not miss the closed mouth heaving. He’d noticed she’d been nauseated a lot over the past few months—going back to their date on New Years eve—and every time he’d said something about it, she claimed to just be feeling under the weather. As if it were a lingering flu or something—a going-on-three-months-now flu.

So when she covered her mouth with a muttered curse, he went on instant high alert. He had managed, however, to learn to remain calm during these instances—and that was progress, right?

Instinctively, he reached over to place a comforting hand on her back and rubbed it gently, though worry sparked in his eyes. “Hey, you look like you’re going to be sick. You ok? Do you need help getting to the bathroom? Or I can grab the Tums? Some ginger ale? Whatever you need, just say the word.”

ELENA

Elena shook her head at everything Mateo suggested, keeping her hand clapped over her mouth. God, she really couldn’t deny it anymore, could she?

“It won’t help!” Elena snapped, the pent up anxiety and tension just exploding. “It won’t help. I’m not sick, it’s- it’s worse. How can we both have been so oblivious, especially me? How did I not notice-”

She buried her face in her hands to hide her watering eyes. “I’m-” no, she should turn to face him. “I’m pregnant, Mateo. I’m pregnant.”

MATEO

I’m pregnant.

How could two little words have such a huge effect on one person. Ice coated his insides as a storm of thoughts and emotions burst into Mateo’s mind at those words. Shock. Fear. Panic. Worry. More fear. More shock. More worry. All of these emotions and more swirled in his mind as he stared unseeingly ahead, shaking his head in denial.

Pregnant? Elena? How? When? Was it even possible? How long? Oh. My. God. What had he done?!

He was having trouble taking a breath as he tried to process the implication of what she’d just told him, though coherent thought alluded him. Did that mean that he—he being, Mateo—was going to be a dad? To a baby? With Elena? Oh. My. God.

A moment later, he snapped out of it, noticing Elena crying and realized that this had been the source of the fear and anxiety he’d been sensing coming from her. Words failed him as he scooted his chair closer and reached to wrap his arms around her and gently pulled her against his chest.

“I—I don’t know what to say—” he finally managed to croak quietly, “Except that I’m so so sorry, Elena.” His own eyes filled with tears, stinging as he tried to blink them away, only managing to send them trickling down his cheeks.

ELENA

Elena laughed mirthlessly and wiped at her eyes. Why was he crying? He’s not the one pregnant, she thought bitterly. It wasn’t fair to be so angry over his reaction because the logical part of her knew it was justified, but the emotional part of her was only thinking about herself. That was what made him a better person than her.

“Why are you apologizing, I’m the dumb bitch that can’t remember birth control pills.” Elena muttered, covering her face with her hand.

“What are we supposed to do, Mateo? I can’t be pregnant right now. I can’t. I can’t, I can’t, and I’ve talked over all my options with Naomi and I can’t - I can’t think because I can’t wrap my head around it, and I want it to be a false positive but the hospital did a blood test and I really, really am like three months pregnant. Almost.”

MATEO

Why was he apologizing? Because he knew he was the dumb ass who had caused this, that’s why! It was all his fault, and he knew it!

“Three months?” he echoed back in a hollow tone. He cast his mind back three months and that—that was right about the time they’d decided to ignore the doctor’s orders and just have sex anyways. And there was only one time in that time he could remember having completely unprotected sex—that very first time when they’d both literally lost their minds.

He just—he needed to hold her, to help ground him and keep the panic at bay. He knew that as long as they were together, they could handle anything.

But he also needed to look her in the eye, to tell her what he needed to say. So he pulled away, just enough to meet her gaze, keeping hold of her shoulders. He worried his lip, trying to find the words to say that might help and not make things worse.

Brushing a strand of hair from her eyes, he watched her with his eyebrows furrowed together, worried. “I—honestly don’t know? Just that, whatever we do, we’ll do it together. If you’ll let me, that is.”

He reached down and took her hands in his, saying, “I swear, I’m with you, Elena. Every step of the way, ok?”

ELENA

Elena shook her head and let it hang low as stray tears fell on their hands. She didn’t know what it was she wanted him to be there for her through, though. Yeah, she and Naomi had laid all her options out there on the table when they talked. They were both ardently pro-choice and Elena had not completely eliminated that option yet actually.

Still, not all of Avalor was on the same page as her and Naomi. Avalor was much less religious than the rest of Latin America, but Elena would have caused a scandal if she didn’t show up in public with an ash cross on her forehead on Ash Wednesday. Just ending the inconvenient, poorly timed, unwanted pregnancy would be her decision if she actually felt like she had the freedom to make the best choices for herself.

Elena wasn’t just Elena though. She was the rightful queen and deposed princess of Avalor. Every action even in secret could come to the public light even years later. Imagine the public shame if anybody found out.

So, no. Elena didn’t have a choice. Like it or not - and she hated her situation - she was pregnant, and going to remain pregnant.

“Having an abortion would cause a scandal if the hyper-Catholics in Avalor ever caught wind of it.” Elena said plainly, letting go of Mateo’s hands and holding her head high, blinking away the rest of her tears. “So that’s out even if I wish I could give it a fair shake as an option. If I was anybody but who I am, I would probably go that route.”

That wasn’t to say she didn’t want...she did want, one day, to marry Mateo and have children with him. Right now, while they were in exile from their home, was not the time. But Elena was not a woman whose body belonged to herself. As the first in line to the throne of Avalor, Elena was always expected to reproduce someday, and it was fortunate that Elena always knew she one day wanted to.

As the ruling branch of the royal family of Avalor, the heir to the throne had two jobs. To prepare to rule with a fair hand, and to bear heirs to the throne.

“So I have to have the -” she swallowed, unable to bring herself to say the word ‘baby.’ Not yet. “- I have to stay pregnant.”

Soon, when she was done processing what was happening to her life and to her body, she would be able to acknowledge it fully. As of now, she was still numb, still full of regret, and still felt so betrayed by her own body.

“That’s what is going on, so.”

MATEO

Having an abortion––

Now, Mateo was not the type to have an opinion on, let alone speak up about controversial topics the way Elena and Naomi were. The very idea of getting involved in such things filled him with anxiety to the point where he was useless and unable to function. Honestly, for the most part, he felt that most of those issues were best left to each individual.

Live and let live, right?

But when the word “abortion” came out of Elena’s mouth, directed towards her pregnancy––their unborn child that was part him––a fresh wave of sorrow, overwhelmed him. He didn’t know what to say, because of course it was her body and he had no say over what she chose to do with it.

But their baby––the thought of never having the chance to meet them was upsetting to the point of tears.

It was all so confusing.

He loved Elena and wanted what was best for her, and their unborn child was part of her. Though, to a lesser extent, it was part of him too. He wanted Elena to be free to do what she needed to do for her own well being and happiness. But he also had this strange sense of wanting to do what was best for the tiny person that was growing inside her.

Regardless, he knew he would support whatever decision she made, even if it broke his heart.

And then there was the fact that she was doing that cold, calculating political thing she did whenever she talked about her position as ruler of Avalor. It made him crazy when she did that, when she put her own needs aside because of “the way it would look” to the idiots who had done nothing to help her since all of the political unrest began so many years ago.

“Just stop. Please.” he said, his tears drying up as he scowled, shaking his head. “This isn’t about what THEY think. They aren’t doing a damn thing to help you while you’re stuck in exile, so I don’t think they get a say in this. This is about what’s best for you and, to a lesser extent, what’s best for us. We’re the ones who have to live with our choices, not them.”

He sighed deeply and reached out for her hands again, giving them a squeeze. “Please, Elena. You know how I feel about the political image stuff. I get that its part of the “rightful queen of Avalor” package, but I don’t believe you have to do anything. You always have a choice. However, should you choose to stay pregnant, then I will be here for you every step of the way.” He met her gaze evenly, determination sparking in his eyes as he insisted, “I’m not going to run away from this, I swear, Elena. I’m with you, always.”

ELENA

“Because they’re suffering more than me, living under a dictatorship! I forgive them, I do, even though there’s nothing to forgive.” Elena argued. “And you don’t understand. You don’t understand because you’re a commoner. You’re a private citizen whose life was always your own.”

Since her first breath Elena belonged to Avalor first, her parents second, and then herself. Her parents never said as much but her life experiences made that abundantly clear.

Elena let out a cold, bitter laugh. “Sure, I have a choice. Nobody is holding a gun to my head. But neither option is ideal, so is it really a free choice? What’s best for me is undoubtedly to not be pregnant. But I don’t think you agree with me there. You don’t have to see reagents to see the face you just made. God, I should have just handled it on my own the second I knew and avoided this conversation, but now I’ve told you and — and now I can’t even look you in the eye and say I don’t want this. If you keep telling me I have permission to think selfishly then I might make the choice that’s best for me and I’m not convinced you’ll forgive me.”

She wriggled her hands from his grasp. “I never had an actual choice. My body belongs to the Flores royal family line. So I’m pregnant. And abortion is out of the question, so here we are, Mateo. Both on the most wanted list of a dictator and about to complicate things further.”

MATEO

At her words, Mateo flinched away with an audible gasp as if he’d been slapped, his eyes going wide and his brows knitting together as he stared, speechless.

Really, if she’d wanted to hurt him, she’d found the perfect angle of attack—using his social status compared to hers against him. He knew all too well how common he was, and how not evenly matched he was for her.

But then she started putting words in his mouth and making assumptions about his motivations and his eyes narrowed.

“I think I’m starting to understand,” he said cooly, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms as if to warm himself, “First, you think I’m too common and too stupid to understand your position—not that I’m surprised, I mean, I’ve always thought so, so why shouldn’t you? And now I’m apparently not important enough to have thoughts and feelings worth even hearing if you already regret telling me before taking half a second to listen!”

The volume of his voice increased as he spoke until he was nearly shouting. It was the strangest thing—he wasn’t one for yelling, and certainly not at Elena. But everything in his mind was still spinning and he did not know how to navigate this new territory.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, willing himself to calm down—and willing her to calm down while he was at it, hoping it would work. He didn’t want to be mad at her, he wanted to help—even if letting her lash out at him hurt. He had it coming, didn’t he? This situation was at least half his doing.

“Look,” he said, quietly now, choosing his words carefully, “I’m sorry. Forget I even said that. This isn’t about me. I said I would support you, no matter what you choose, and I mean it. Take that however you want.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and looking at the floor as he finished, “I just don’t want you to make a choice in either direction that you will regret, alright? And—I mean, like I said, its your body, your choice, right? But, if you want to know the truth, I will take a complicated life with you any day over a life filled with regret—because I’m not convinced you wouldn’t regret terminating this pregnancy later—wondering what might have been once its too late.”

ELENA

“Typical man.” Elena scoffed, not really meaning anything she was saying at this point. She was hurt and scared and when she was either of those things her instinct was attack, attack, attack with a poison tongue.

“I wouldn’t regret it, because it would be the smart thing to do. I’m twenty-five years old Mateo, I think I understand my mind perfectly well. But.” She held up her hands and stood up from the table. “I told you I’m going to remain pregnant, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

She began to pace the floor, afraid she’d snap at him even worse if he touched her again, gave her comfort she didn’t deserve.

“So I really don’t think we have to talk about it more.” They did. But Elena was trying to avoid it.

MATEO

Typical man? His head snapped up at the barbed words. What the hell was that even supposed to mean?

He watched her pace a moment, sympathetic. He couldn’t help but notice the way the venom coming from her mouth didn’t match with the reagents now swirling around her. She was scared and anxious and hurting and he knew that was a recipe for one angry wolverine of a princess.

He made a split second decision, understanding that she was probably going to yell at him again, but also knew that she needed him—even if she was in 100% denial of any such thing.

Standing, he moved the few steps over to where she paced, folding her in his arms as soon as she turned around and held her tight. He didn’t have the words to fight and honestly didn’t think anything he could say would help. Actions would speak volumes where he couldn’t.

He could feel her fear and tension pounding into him like a tidal wave, so hard it was almost painful and he struggled not to give into her frantic panic. He willed his magic to calm the fear, imagining it wrapping around her like a warm blanket or a hug. It wasn’t a skill he’d quite mastered yet, but he hoped it would help, if even a little.

“It’s going to be ok, mi amor,” he murmured, so quietly it was almost a whisper, holding her close. “It’s going to be ok.”

ELENA

Elena made to throw Mateo’s arms off of her, but his presence that one second infuriated her just as quickly calmed her. Barely. She did not smile and she did not feel at ease but she didn’t feel like her heart was going to fly out of her chest. She didn’t want to lash out at Mateo anymore.

She didn’t want to get away from him, and instead, wanted to be held.

“You don’t know that.” Elena said quietly, almost a whisper. “But thanks for the sentiment.”

MATEO

Mateo sighed with relief when she neither pushed him away, nor did she yell at him. She relaxed ever so slightly in his arms, the raging storm of emotion receding a bit.

Perhaps the worst was over? He could only hope.

“I do so know that,” he insisted, stroking her hair with on hand. “Because I know that as long as we have each other, we can handle anything that comes our way.”

Was that cheesy as hell? Yes. Yes it was. But he didnt’ think that made it any less true.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m shocked and terrified and have no idea how to do any of this,” he continued, his voice shaking with emotion, “But, I feel a lot better knowing we’re doing this together.”

ELENA

Elena would’ve called him cheesy and smiled had she been capable of either of those things right now. While she couldn’t yet smile at or tease him, her white hot anger was still keeping its distance, and her anxiety was replaced with an uneasy calm.

A numbness.

“I really, really do appreciate that you’re trying to say things to make me feel better. And maybe you mean them, I know you mean them, but I’m just not able to believe them right now. Do you understand?” Elena said, apologizing with her facial expressions and tone but not with the actual words ‘I’m sorry I’m pregnant and not happy.’

“You have to understand that I am dealing with a lot right now. And so are you, I know that, but I’m the one—” she swallowed. “— I just want you to know that I appreciate you trying to make me feel better. I’m not going to feel better today but thank you for trying. Can we… can we give up on trying to make me feel better for today? I do feel better than I did an hour ago. But I think that’s the best we can do for today.”

She laced her fingers with his and did manage a thin smile.

MATEO

The truth was that Mateo hadn’t been aiming for sunshine and roses. Really, he wasn’t so foolish as to think that anything about their current situation was going to be easy and nothing but time would bring peace.

If he was being honest, he was terrified and felt the old self loathing and guilt creeping in with whispers of “I told you so,” and “Look what you did, you’ve hurt her” and “They’d all be better off without you.” It took every ounce of courage and determination that he possessed to keep telling that voice to shut the hell up, and this was not about him. Elena needed him and he would be there for her.

He could sense Elena’s panic and rage had receded, and that was enough for him.

Returning her smile with a nod and a tiny smile of his own, “I understand,” he said quietly, “I won’t say another word about it until you want to talk.” He glanced around to the living room and their bedroom door beyond and then back at her, asking, “I think we could both use a quiet afternoon—how about a nap? Or maybe we could watch a movie on the couch? Or—” he cringed, shooting her an apologetic look before finishing, “If you don’t want to be around me right now, I—I understand. I can take the couch if you want to be alone in the bedroom.”

ELENA

“I wish I could sleep for weeks.” Elena lamented, burying her face in Mateo’s chest.

Elena closed her eyes and just stood there pressed against him. She stayed safe in his warmth for a moment before sighing and figuring it was time to use words again.

“You can nap with me.” She said quietly. “I’d like that.”

MATEO

A sigh of relief escaped him as she rested in his arms, perhaps not the same as always because this moment felt so big, like they were standing on the edge of a completely different unknown than any they’d faced before.

But she didn’t hate him for what he’d done to her and so long as that was true, he believed they would find their way.

He held her and petted her hair, more than willing to just be there in the moment as long as she needed him to be.

At her words, he simply smiled and nodded quietly, murmuring, “That sounds perfect,” before taking her hand and tugging her to the bedroom. He kicked his shoes off, pulling off his hoodie and jeans and slipped under the blankets, pulling the covers back to wait for Elena to join him.

ELENA

Elena couldn’t say anything. She was afraid if she did she would yell at him again and say things that she didn’t mean like “you wouldn’t understand, you’re a commoner.” The C-word wasn’t fair. It was too harsh.

She curled up next to him and laid there in silence for so long that she thought he’d fallen asleep by the time she craned her neck up to look at him.

“Mateito. Are you asleep?” Elena whispered. A beat. “I shouldn’t have accused you of not understanding. I know how thoughtful you are and how much you think of me.”

MATEO

Mateo was not, in fact, asleep. His arms had curved naturally around her when she snuggled up to him and he’d been lying there with his cheek resting against the top of her head. There were too many thoughts and worries and questions plaguing him and his chest far too tight to actually find sleep, but having Elena so close had brought a small amount of calm to the storm in his mind.

“Hmmm?” he murmured quietly, smiling a little at the familiar, childhood nickname. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I get it, you were upset. And maybe you’re right. I don’t understand the royal obligation thing as much as I should, seeing as I’m dating literal royalty.” He shrugged.

“But I will always try to make sure you, Elena Flores, the woman I love, are taken care of first and foremost—even before our people. Because if I don’t look out for you, who will?” He said this matter-of-factly as he kissed her hair and tightened his arms around her.

ELENA

Elena craned her neck to press a kiss to his cheek and then buried her face in the crook of his neck. She did not feel like everything would be okay, no, but she felt a little bit better knowing that Mateo was in her corner no matter what. Not that she actually truly worried he wouldn’t be - this is Mateo she was talking about! - but the explicit verbal confirmation was a comfort.

“I forget, sometimes. That I’m a person, and not just an extension of the royal institution.” Elena admitted as she stayed pressed against his warmth. “Keep looking after Elena the Person, because Elena the Princess has enough people over her already.”

She exhaled through her nose and closed her eyes. “Thanks for letting me have time to...sit with you and this information and let it really sink in. We can talk about it more tomorrow, but for today, just. Thank you. Thank you, Mateo. For being kinder than I deserve.”

MATEO

Finally starting to feel a little drowsy, he held her a bit closer, resting his cheek against the top of her head and murmuring a simple, “You’re welcome.” A yawn slipped out as he added, “Te amo, Elenita, and I’m here for you. No matter what.”

In spite of the whirlwind of emotion still going on in his mind, he closed his eyes and snuggled down under the blankets, feeling warm and sleepy with the woman he loved in his arms. Though he knew their lives would never be the same from that moment on, at the same time, it felt like nothing had changed. They still loved each other and they were in this life together.

He knew deep in his gut that even though nothing felt like it was ok in that moment, as long as they had each other, everything would somehow work out in the end.

#eleteo #mateo #ta-daaaa

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pinksweatergettingbetter · 7 years ago

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warning, the following has mainly snarky (and possibly furious) opinions on Spirit of Justice. Reader discretion is advised.

Okay folks. this is it. part 1 of the final chapter

here we go.

trial day 2?? oh yeah i forgot they split this game up in the worst, uneven way possible

wow that cutscene was

something alright

wow datz actually managed to hold onto the snow globe. kudos?

what the fuck

i think i heard it wrong but Dhurke’s objection sounds like an old man

I'm pretty sure i heard it wrong

missed the bass

who was that no– oh Garananana

i guess she's gonna be the final boss instead huh

im so tired i cant even snark properly

“is that kosher?”

i like it

oh god

what.... what is she wearing

i mean

fuckin

TALK about madonna-whore complex. oh yeah, time to turn super evil?? bear your midriff! show off dem tiddies!

look, SOJ. theres only one bad bitch in ace attorney who can pull off floaty tendril hair, and its NOT ga’ran.

i cant believe i have to look at this train wreck for the rest of the trial

“heh heh heh. its all coming back now. the feel of my blood pumping through my veins”

this is perhaps because youre actually moving now, your eminence.

can we just dispense with the trial and have a good old fashioned anime fight? cmon apollo, spike up that hair and grab your BFS.

“meep”

WHATS WITH THE MEEPING

BONNY DID THAT TOO

SOJ ITS 2016 ...ACTUALLY ITS 2028 YOU HOLES

everyone in the court: :O what??? whats wrong with rayfa??? why is she sad???

oh i dunno maybe because her fucking Father just got brutally murdered?? maybe??

what the fuck is up with SOJ characters being dumb as a bag of bricks when it comes to other peoples’ feelings regarding death of loved ones???

phoenix: shits fucked, thats why?? apollo: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“seems like she's worse off today than she was yesterday”

hey game you'd better not be implying any shit

“discipline”

soj

alright, back after another longass break. i can do this.

( That’s oddly compassionate of him, all things considered )

I was about to defend Nahyuta because what kind of person wouldn’t try to spare a child from witnessing that kind of trauma... but then again, this is the Sadmad who purposefully tried to trigger someone into losing a trial so

(shrug emoji)

grana’s gone into full HORHORHOR BITCH MODE

partially I'm totally numb because i dont have any stakes in her newfound ebilness, and partially I'm tired of this weird new trend of child abuse in the new games

“Barbed head.”

oh my god

the first person she goes to after realizing that her caretaker is gone is fucking Phoenix

im gonna cry

“ive been reduced to “royal robe remover”” NO NICK YOU’VE BEEN UPGRADED TO DAD BY SOMEONE WHO’S NOT YOU

( ‘It’s like she’s grooming Mr. Wright to be Nayna’s replacement’)

I know this game is all about confusing bullshit for heartwarming moments and vice versa but guys

good lord

my heart

i really needed that

(sigh) they really couldn’t get someone who sounded like a fucking 14 year old to do her voice?? really???

rayfa: (looks like she's going to die and collapses)

apollo: this is not good...

gee apollo you really think so?

wait a fuking second

we went through the whole dance cutscene and we’re not even going to see the pool??? does that mean the priestess has to be conscious and present for the images to be visible? ...and how does that work, anyway?

i just realized, a medium could use a pool to see the dead, but how the hell could they project it for others to see?? does she literally open a portal to hell???

(sigh) i just regret sitting through that cutscene again

“cabal of traitorous lawyers”

i love that

(Seriously Dhurke? This is no laughing matter.)

this basically sums up Dhurke’s entire personality

...yknow, i know what they were trying to do with his character– i really do. i know he’s supposed to come off as a dashing, cavalier rebel who laughs in the face of danger.

but they overshot endearingly irreverent and ploughed straight into fuckwaddome. if you want a character to be charming, they need softer moments too. Dhurke isn’t a bad person, but he’s kind of an asshole when you get right down to it, and nothing so far is proving otherwise.

ok ive heard Dhurke’s Objection again and it doesn't sound like an old man– it just sounds about as overblown and ridiculous as Manfred von Karma’s (not to mention about as deep)

LET DHURKE SAY BITCH

... i guess

another perfect example of Dhurke being kind of a fuckwad: he keeps needling the queen and baiting her in ways that could get himself killed, which would be all fine and dandy if he were the brave resistance leader being tortured for information in the bowels of a dungeon.

...but here’s the thing.

IF YOU DIE, DHURKE, APOLLO AND PHOENIX DIE TOO. DID YOU FORGET ABOUT THE GODDAMN DC ACT? ITS NOT JUST YOUR DEAD ASS ON THE LINE HERE SO SHUT YOUR SASSY TRAP AND THINK ABOUT SOMETHING OTHER THAN YOUR *AMAZING WIT* FOR ONCE.

you’ve got 2 extra lives on the line here.

...3 if my suspicions are correct.

stop calling him son please you abandoned him in an orphanage and didnt contact him for 14 years.

...and if he can’t call you ‘dad’ you have no right to call him ‘son’

coming back to this after ghost trick has convinced me that one of ga’ran’s lackeys miiiiiight be related to Cabanela, baby

“Wright... I can see we are kindred spirits, you and I! Hah-ha ha ha ha ha!!”

FUCK YOU DHURKE

“It’s pretty easy to spot the difference between a soulless man and the soulless shell of a man”

ok that did get a laugh out of me, good job dhurke.

apollo: pls dont get us killed dhurke: mmmm ok ill try but I'm not promising anything lol

://///

“But remember, son, if you truly believe in me, you should be able to prove my innocence.”

do i even have to list how many reasons thats wrong and a shitty thing to say

“Such Insolence”

You’ve been beat out, Not So Fast

Ga’ran used Gust!

Apollo flinched and couldn’t move!

“I could behead you at any time”

she's got a point; she’s a fucking despot, there’s no reason to actually hold a trial. i mean i guess she wants to shut up the rebels but just killing them would be a lot easier and its not like she has any qualms about murder

“Aw shoot, ya got me.”

again, not an appropriate reaction for whats going on buddy

lol get fucked kjudge

DGFUFUS OH COOL

WE GOT GUILTY (excited cheers from the audience)

the applause and the shots of everyone with :O faces is making me feel like i just won a gameshow

wheres my cheesy jingle

also i love how Dhurke’s like “oh shit!! my assholishness has directly resulted in my son’s death!!! did NOT see that coming!!!!!!!!!”

again the sound mixing is drowning out the background music (sigh)

“your benevolence? I’d be happy to lend an ear if you’d like to talk!”

>this is it, this is why he leaves the series guys. Apollo is too good for these sinful games.

DAMNIT DHURKE, YOUR SHIT MOUTH IS RUBBING OFF ON YOUR SON

hmm

we’ve got an april may here

“Rayfa, I shall buy you a new servant”

so Kooraheen practices slavery..? I mean, she.... she said ‘buy’, not hire.

“she would have left shoeprints”

do you know what evaporation is your malevolence

wait wait wait

that doesn't make any sense

the only prints leading out are from Inga, but the prints inside the building are from Nayna? how did she avoid leaving prints leading inside, then?? did she just long-jump over the dirt path???

the guards are not fanboying, apollo, they’re toadying. there’s a difference.

apollo: maybe the place he was stabbed and the place he died were different

(the game only continues after you carefully explain what dying of blood loss is three years later)

to be completely fair, there are actually stories of people who were unaware of being stabbed

furthermore, when you get stabbed, you’re not going to be the most rational human being on earth.

phoenix, don’t give sadmad that point, especially when he’s currently assaulting your protege

now, as i was saying, Apollo’s suggestion that Inga was stabbed in the back and then ran into the temple is perfectly plausible; running to shelter from an attacker is probably the first thing you’d want to do when injured, and the tomb was a pretty safe place, i’d wager.

tbh i really don’t know why they’re arguing about him feeling the pain as that wouldn’t really impair his movement considering he was stabbed in a place that wouldn’t affect his ability to walk???

but yeah apparently he was doped up to shit so

...i highly doubt back pain medication is strong enough to negate a stab wound. on the other hand, if it is and your back pain is THAT intense, Inga, you need to see a fucking doctor pronto.

...yeah shots straight into the spine is one step away from surgery; not to be an asshole but I'm not sure Inga was doing so well anyway before he went

huh. are they really gonna give us an actual choosable choice to abandon Dhurke and save our own skin? Cause that would be interesting; a lot like the old games where you could “”choose”” to defend a client or not.

to be clear here, though, i wouldn't choose “no” even as much as i dislike dhurke. we know (sigh) that he’s innocent, and even if i dont like him it’s our duty to defend his shitty ass

OH HOLY FUCK

THERES THE CHOICE

wow. y’know SOJ, i dont much like you, but you fuckin Did That. well done.

also thank you for the Justice pun it is much appreciated.

“And while I can’t say I’m used to it, this isn’t exactly my first rodeo”

FWHAT

>game flashes back to the Ahlbi case

DSKJFLS THIS IS LITERALLY THE “at second rodeo: this isn't my first rodeo” POST

YES OK WE’VE SEEN THIS CUTSCENE TWICE NOW ALREADY

WE GET IT, RAYFAS GOT COLD FEET ABOUT BEING QUEEN

MAYAS IN THE GAME

phoenix: allow me to mansplain how rayfa is feeling despite how fucking obvious it is. after all, we know our players have the mental and emotional capacity of goldfish!

oh hey mansplain is a legit word in the dictionary

cool!

why are they building this up?? just fucking tell Rayfa to do her stupid dance again and get on with it; we already did this at the beginning of the trial

“Hmm... Indeed. It would be problematic.”

ohohoooohohohhhihgjhgo

oh her nails are actually tiny pen

thats neat

thank goodness Kooraheeneese is an up-and-down written language– otherwise they’d have to make a whole new animation for the english game teehee

“....................But... Horn Head needs my help”

oh my heart

dan she just straight up begone’d her

see the one thing that falls flat here is that, during a regular trial, the prosecution saying “oh, ok, have it your way; you can try to prove your theory” holds up a little more since they... you know. don’t have absolute power.

where as, with Garananana, its more like she's just a huge posturing pushover. especially since every other minute she's saying “ok, I'm gonna kill you for REAL now.”

rayfa: b but if i fail you'll be killed!!! i dont get it...

apollo: i literally just finished explaining that I'm 100% ready to die for my shitty job that was like 5 minutes ago

it is sweet to see that he’s cheering her on though. good big bro

I'm finding small solace in this beautiful moment of “your foreign dad and bro are here for you babe reach for the stars”

Athena’s probably flashing a double thumbs up from the gallery too

“But... I finally know now. I know in what I can trust”

Bobby, from the afterlife: YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE

Garan: What??? my tiny 14 year old daughter is going to do a thing i don’t want her to??? fuck there’s no way i can shut her up. not even with all of my large adult man guards who could easily just escort her out of the courtroom without any resistance because they’re my fucking royal guards and I'm the Queen

oh shit she took off her own cape

im so glad i muted the game so her awful voice actress couldn’t ruin this cool moment

and now as this long ass cutscene plays out again, i simply cannot help but wonder about the poor choir and how long they’ve been on standby

where do they keep the choir during trials

whats it like singing the dance of devotion song every trial

oh finally here we go. alright, lets see what the magic party pool has in store for us this time

...o ...ok then

OH! OH SHIT

Inga’s face blind?!

Y’know I did have a few thoughts about that when we discovered his notebook but I didn’t think they’d actually go that route... though, thinking about it now, it is pretty convenient.

...ok everyone’s freaking out. maybe they’ve never heard of face-blindness? ...or maybe its not face blindness after all

im pretty sure it is though

i dont know why but everyone being like FUCK ITS GOD and phoenix being like “whoops shits trippy now” made me laugh pretty hard

ok i gotta say I'm actually a little invested now, even if its just because i think face-blindness is an interesting thing to incorporate into a murder case. again, a convenient thing, but an interesting thing all the same.

ahh fuck i keep forgetting how the stupid seance works

welp, there goes one of my souls... (sigh)

..apollo you dont need to show her the picture of her dead father to say “he had a cell phone”.

the voice was coming from INSIDE THE PHONE

RAYFA HAS A PET FROG????

WHAT

SHOW US THE FROG SOJ

SHOW US THE FROG! SHOW US THE FROG! SHOW US THE FROG!

...why would Rayfa interpret the sound of the warbaa’d (something she’s familiar with) with a lion’s roar (something she’s unfamiliar with) ??

oh i see thats why Vore Machine is an idiot

for plot convenience

Datz Are’bal, a man who throws fire crackers at children.

...sounds like an are’bal guy.

bahdum-tshh

“The joker who got a kick out of startling Ahlbi with his Dragon Snot Snaps”

...something tells me that if Datz found out about Youtube, he’d be one of those “””prank””” channels.

also WHY ARE THEY CALLED SNOT SNAPS

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

“happy-go-lucky”

i think you mean vaguely sociopathic

(sigh) ive finally been worn down to the point where i need a walkthrough. ive... been beaten...

boy ahlbi’s just a font of knowledge isn't he

DID SHE JUST BREAK HER NAILS OFF

PLEASE SAY THOSE WERE STICK ONS

HOL SHIT

MMMM LAY IT ON ME NICK

face blindness

... i mean theyre not calling it that but thats what it is

yeah yeah channeling blah blah come on! youre in the LAND of channeling !

shduhjahdjk

I'm picturing Inga running into his own dead body and flipping his shit

oh man. thats the end of Trail 2 part 1.

guess i’ll see you guys on the other side... heheh.

#soj spoilers #sulking over SOJ #ooc #its a LONG one]

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thehalfworld · 7 years ago

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Fanfic MST: ITS MY LIFE!, a Portal fanfic [part 12]

Oh yes, friends, it’s back! It’s been entirely too long (two years too long, to be exact) and I hope you’re all ready for some more vaguely Portal-flavored nonsense.

No real warnings for this chapter, just typical MarissaTheWriter ridiculousness. And canon character death, maybe, depending on whether or not you take the events of this chapter at face value (and, if I remember this story correctly, you probably shouldn’t).

Recap: Chell and GLaDOS have fused into one entity, P-body is pregnant, and Marissa for some reason decided that Rattman is the only one who can prevent disaster even though dude is strictly a non-action guy. She located him and now the two of them are planning on taking down the Chell/GLaDOS fusion.

Chapter 1

Previous chapter

AN YOU GUYSARE ALL SO WEIRD! YOU WERE GIVIN ME GOOD REVIEWS THEN YOU SAY IM A TROLL AN THAT YUR GONNA KILL ME AN PUT SALT IN MY THINGS?

That is pretty weird, yeah.

(I’m not even sure what she’s referencing. Maybe a play on “assault”?)

IF IT WERENT FOR THE PEPOLE HOO REALLY LICK MY STORY LIKE THE BUZINESS GUY AN SEPHRAL AN CAT NOT BOUNCY ID STOP IT RITE NOW!

I dunno who Sephral is, but “the buziness guy” is user ASBusinessMagnet (later a recurring character in MarissaTheWriter’s stories; I’m pretty sure we got married at one point), and “Cat Not Bouncy” is Tumblr user catbountry, who was going by “Not Cat Bountry” on Fanfiction dot net and who did a dramatic reading.

PS - I NO THAT GLADOS IS SPELLED GLADOS I CALLED HER FUSION CHELLGADOS BECOS CHELL ALREADY HAS THE LS AN IT SOUNDED MORE COOLER!

See, I told you she’d explain that. All makes sense now, right? Perfectly logical writing decision.

ITS MY LIFE!

CHAPTER TWELF: THE FINAL BATTLE

Bit of a misnomer, since this is not, in fact, the final chapter.

(Actually, if I remember correctly, MarissaTheWriter may have been writing by the seat of her pants; it’s possible she initially intended this as the True and Honest Final Battle.)

Ratman an I were goin thru the air ducks to get to CHELLGADOSs layer were the final show down wold be.

Oh my god, she means her lair, not her layer. That literally took me years to figure out. Holy fuck.

Wheatly was growlin an tryin to be scarry becos he didant have weapons so he was lick are cheer leader.

Considering what happens when Wheatley actually tries to be the bad guy, I think this is preferable.

We intered the layer an saw CHELLGADOS buildin turrents but these ones was speshal becos they cold walk a round an shoot an stuff!

Hey, I played Portal 2, I saw the turret assembly line. It’s pretty much autonomous. She doesn’t have to build them herself, and honestly I think she’d find it beneath her.

But maybe things have changed since I left the building.

"INTURDER!" One of the turrents called to CHELLGADOS. CHELLGADOS looked at me with all the angry she ever had.

That’s a phenomenal amount of anger. Surprised Marissa didn’t combust on the spot.

"Marrissa Roberts you have interfeared with my plans for the last time becos now I will kill you."

All right! Time for some murder!

Then she seed Ratman an got more angry. "RATMAN IS A LIFE? NOW YOU WILL BOTH DYE!"

I doubt she cares about killing Rattman, considering that she didn’t do so before and that he poses basically no threat on his own. Like I said… non-action guy.

CHELLGADOS taked out her portal gun wich was modified to shoot bullets lick a reel gun but cold shoot portals to just in case.

Okay, but does it really shoot bullets? I ask because the turrets use spring-loaded action in order to fire the entire bullet, which is obviously a hell of a lot less effective despite delivering more bullet per bullet. Explains why Chell can take so many hits without dying.

Point being, there’s no evidence Aperture Science knows how guns are supposed to work.

She fired the portal gun an it hit Ratman with a boom an I thot he was dead for sure.

But Ratman gotted up!

What? Is he still alive?

"Silly CHELLGADOS you cannt hurt me becos..." He pulled down his pants an I saw that he had replased his man thingys with... the space an rick cores!

…I know we’re leading up to a “balls of steel” joke, and I shan’t comment on that, but this raises so many goddamn questions. How do you replace your testicles with personality cores? A personality core is a hell of a lot bigger, and heavier, than a human testicle. Also, Space Core is in space, so how did Rattman get ahold of him? Did he shrink the cores somehow? How did this make him immune to bullets? How did he fit two personality cores in his pants? Why did he need to flash everybody?

My brain is hurting over this and I know it’s only in the story because the author wanted to make a stupid pun. Moving the hell on.

"IVE GOT BALLS OF STEEL!" (Thats from a game called Duke Nukum Forever its funny) The space core was still thing he was in space but Rick was mad at been one off Ratmans tentacles.

One of his tentacles? Are we in a hentai now?

"Well then ill just portal you into space like Wheatly an see how you like it you wont!" CHELLGADOS shooted a nother portal unner Ratmans feet an he was sucked into s space. "No dont you are my dotter Chell!" Ratman yelled as he got sucked in.

Uh… what? How? I thought Marissa and Chell were both Cave and Caroline’s kids in this story. Wasn’t that established several chapters ago?

"OMG HOW?" CHELLGADOS an me said at the same time to gether. "It all storted a long time ago..." Ratman gave us the down lo as he was just barely hanging on to the portal. "I used to work for Gabe Jonson affer he changed his name to Cave in onor of his dead brother. Caroline was got shot as you no Marrissa an was put in a robot body that was called... GLaDOS!"

Right, we know. How is he hanging on to the portal? Can you do that? I don’t think you can do that.

CHELLGADOS o-mouthed at his shockin words.

Did she forget she spent the beginning of this story being a goth emo over the revelation that she used to be human? Like… this isn’t news anymore.

"Gabe new he wold have to dotters named Marrissa an Chell but since GLaDOS was a prototip she an Cave coldnt make baby normal way an instead used the artificial enseamanation an grew test toob babys.

Hey, what the fuck is the “normal way” to have sex with a giant robot? Seriously, please inbox me if you know. It’s for a friend. I swear.

But there was a miksup an my dna got used instead of Gabes for one of the toobs that toob was... CHELL!" Then Rutman coldnt hold on any longer an fell into space an died.

Why did Aperture Science have a sperm sample from Rattman on file? How did they get DNA from Caroline, since her physical human body no longer exists? How does Rattman know about the mixup? Who carried the baby to term? How did two white people birth a woman of color? How did two white people birth a woman of color? I don’t know if I brought this up earlier in the MST, but I am directing that question at every “Chell is Cave and Caroline’s daughter” theorist too. You’re not off the fucking hook.

Then CHELLGADOS started shackin an looked funny. Chell was fightin back a gainst GLaDOSs control! "Marrissa there is not much time left you must kill me to stopped GLaDOS once and four all!"

Okay, but we know what happens when Marissa kills Chell — thanks to having consumed the “zombie taters,” Chell will just turn into a zombie. You don’t want the most tenacious woman in the world after your brains, but especially not when she’s fused with the most massive collection of wisdom to ever exist, who also hates you.

I o-mouthed becos Chells brane damage was cured so now I coldnt put her out of MISERY lol.

That’s actually not the concern I expected Marissa to have. She has no problem killing disabled people, but being fused with a homicidal AI who is using your body as her puppet is A-OK, even when the victim is begging for death?

Man, this girl could use some new priorities.

"But I cannt kill you Chell yur my sister there must be a nother way! Chell got sad "Hurry GLaDOS is takin control!" An she started lollin with evil. There was no way I cold kill Chell an then I rembered that GLaDOS used to be Carlion an that made me not want to kill herr neither.

Yeah, and remember how she used to be a well-written and complex character who cannot be reduced to a mere villain and who actually likes Chell so much she keeps writing songs about it?

Sorry, there I go talking about canon again.

"Bloody hell Marrissa shes powerin up!" Wheatly screemed from inside my jump soot an I looked up an saw CHELLGADOS was floatin in air an electric stuff was comin out off her. "THANKS MARRISSA YUO REMINDED ME THAT I USED TO BE CARALIN SO I REMBERED THAT I HAVE POWERS TOO!"

Hey, uh, what the fuck?

I o-mouthed, that dumb ingineer forgot to make it so only I gotted the powers! I didant no what to do now an it seemed hope less when a herd a sound. "Hey b**** were heer for backup!" It was... ATLAS AN P-BODY!

Who are they here to back up?

"OMG why are you jersk helpin me?" I asked while o-mouthin from the shock. "Becos CHELLGADOS is half yur sister an we dont lick you so we dont lick Chell neither!" Atlas eksplained. "An I rembered that you gave us the drugs an beer in the first place so if it wasnt for you we woldnt have drugs an beer!" P-Body added an Atlas nodded like yeah!

I guess that’s reasonable. I, too, feel indebted to those who give me drugs and beer.

We started ti fire are portal guns at CHELLGADOS an the portals combined to make a big portal black hole.

Co-op mode would benefit from the inclusion of this feature, I think.

"OH SH**!" CHELLGADOS screamed as the GLaDOS parts were all sucked out off Chell.

Should have attached them better, I guess.

Ones all of GLadOS was gone we closed the portal an Chell falled down on the ground. "Chell I safed you!" I rant to my sister an gave her hug. "Marrissa Im sorry, but the damaje from GLaDOS was to much..."

“…not to mention, having my butt sliced off after someone used their powers a little too recklessly…”

An she dyed in my arms. "Nooooo Chell my sister you are died!" I cried soooo much an Whealty cried to becos they was frends even Atlas an P-Body looked kinna sad.

Isn’t Chell gonna turn into a zombie now or are we not doing the zombie stuff anymore? Was that only because she was brain-damaged? This fic is confusing.

I put down Chells body an stand up when there was a clikclak nose be hind me.

Oh no! Not a clikclak nose!

"LOL we tricked you to get yur guard down Marrissa! Now die b****!" An Atlas an P-Body lolled an shot me in head.

I’ve probably mentioned it before, but I love that the author of this mess has no problem writing over-the-top violence but feels the need to censor the word “bitch.”

"Marrissa!" Wheatly screamed an ever thing got really black an I died.

Love the prose.

TO BE CONTINUED?

Yes, indeed, we’re not done with this fic yet!

OH NO MARRISSA IS DIED!

Oh, yes.

CAN WHEATLY SAFE HER?

Well, seeing as she’s dead, I think it may be a bit late for that.

FIND OUT IN THE NEXT ONE PS IM THINKIN OF MAYBE WRITIN A SPINNOFF A BOUT TEEN FORTRESS 2 AN GABE JONSON AN CARALION LIVIN IN PORTAL HIGH SCHOOL WHAT DO YOU GUYS THIN?

She actually did write that spinoff, by the way. I’ll put my MST of it up on this blog at some point.

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#itsmylife.mst #fandom:portal #halfworld.mst

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How to Ask Out a Boy, According to Mermaids ~*~ [Mersisters]

In which Attina needs help!

[feat. Andrina, Arista, Alana, and Ariel. Adella and Aquata in spirit. <3]

@arista-the-musical, @alana-the-badbitch, @ariel-the-rebellious

Attina BREAKING NEWS: okay well not totally sorta kinda WELL andrina knows because i told her last night but anyways anyways GUESs WHO GOT A BOY'S NUMBER LAST NIGHT for the first time E V E R

Ariel: OMG OMG WHO

Alana You're welcome

Attina yes yes, shout out to Alana for giving me the gumption where would i be without you. [kissy face emoji] Attina ANDD his name is Paul. he's superrrrr handsome and charming.

Andrina and a dad,

Alana so when are you meeting

Ariel OH HE'S THE DAD GUY

Alana wtf Alana ew

Attina okay YES he is a dad but Attina babiessss Attina they're so cute

Alana double ew

Ariel he's really nice he seems like a good dad Ariel also he gives good advice

Attina wait, ariel how do /you/ know him??

Andrina wait how does ariel know him

Arista Sorry guys I had to wrestle my phone away from Van.... but now that I'm like caught up ATTINAS GONNA BE A STEP MOM

Ariel and he knows about safe sex

Andrina wait

Attina woah what

Alana what

Ariel texting!

Alana clEARLY NOt Alana if he has kids

Attina Oh god, I didn't even /think/ about that. Attina Maybe it was an accident?

Andrina so let me get this straight, your mystery guy was texting about /safe sex/ with Ariel

Ariel well yeah but he says that he was married and they wanted babies or something i think

Andrina ????

Attina Wait. He /was/ married???

Ariel it was a long conversation!

Andrina ?????

Arista Glad I don't have to worry about pregnancy anymore~

Ariel I think? I don't remember!

Andrina Honestly, I don't even know where to start with this

Attina Do you still have the texts???

Alana l m a o

Ariel Yeah! Hold on, lemmie get em

Attina Sidenote: Arista you should still be being SAFE

Ariel Okay okay he's a bartender... scrolling...

Arista I dunno guys like maybe he tried to do the right thing and marry the lady he had the kids with because he wanted to be responsible. Attina likes responsible

Alana when you bang him, you can look deep in his eyes and know he was telling your baby sister about rubbers

Attina ALANA

Ariel He likes chocolate

Alana i am just saying

Andrina I mean, he could have told her a lot /worse/

Arista No chocolate would be a deal breaker

Attina everyone likes chocolate ariel i need to know if he was MARRIED

Andrina could've gotten his dick out

Ariel OH, NO. NOT married

Alana that is also true

Arista unless he's allergic

Ariel he clarified that very distinctly

Attina Oh thank god. Okay SEE you guys

Alana woop de doo atty not a divorcee

Ariel He also said good boys like to be asked out by girls

Attina Look, he's very sweet and I'm not going to judge him for mistakes he's made. Not a Attina: WAIT what

Alana told you

Ariel You should ask him out!

Alana you listen to him and not me Alana do it do it

Ariel Safe and consensual sex matters, uhhh

Attina I CANT ASK HIM OUTTT

Andrina I really feel like we need screenshots before we can go forward with this convo because frankly i dont know if this guy tried to hit on ariel or not based on the info i'm getting

Arista Okay, so I'm like not the most observant but that sounds like a line to Ariel... Jumping from baby to oldest kinda fast. I wonder why I didn't get a line from him. Did anyone else get a line?

Andrina: see ^^^^

Andrina THANK you arista

Ariel His kids come first

Alana maybe he's gonna go through all of is

Ariel ASK HIM OUT

Alana **ys

Ariel I'm still reading hold on

Alana GODDAMNIT

Attina oh god

Andrina SEND SCREENSHOTS

Arista If there's one thing I know its music and boy lines

Alana nails are drying

Ariel OKAY OKAY

Arista oh wait thats two

Ariel [screenshots attached]

Arista or multiple

Attina wait ariel, he didn't hit on you did he???

Alana you can count arista im bloody thrilled

Ariel He was not hitting on me!!!

Andrina OKAY EVERYONE. Focus:::::

Arista ... Arista [sad face emoji]

Ariel Oh he didn't use a condom Ariel You should use a concom

Alana yes, attina, listen to ariel Alana i can buy them for you if you're scared

Andrina wow quoting shakespeare. u think he googled that

Attina GoD Attina I don't think so, he seems like the bookish type, honestly Attina he told me to impress him with movie references

Alana ariel for the love of god how little about sex do you know

Andrina ok h o n e s t l y these seem pretty pg, i am embarrassed on behalf of ariel if anyone Andrina love you ariel

Alana ' Is sex hot bc it's sweaty?'

Attina I feel like we apparently don't talk about sex enough

Ariel Listen, I hadn't been in the water for a while! I wasn't feeling right!

Attina all that pruning go to your head?

Alana are you going to tell us about the birds and the bees

Ariel Also sex is confusing. They tell you one thing in school and then movies and t.v shows portray otherwise.

Arista Guys he must like really like Attina because like he said he says nicely no to girls he doesn't like. So like he must really like Attina or he would've said no. No pity dates nope

Andrina ^^^^

Ariel Yeah pay attention to what Arista said!

Andrina yes getting back to the point now that we've #crisisaverted

Attina I don't know I don't know maybe he was just being NICE

Ariel He IS nice!

Arista Then wouldn't that make him a liar? right guys? right? Arista because he told ARiel one thing

Ariel No no he has kids and he's nice and he gave Attina her number!!

Arista and then is just "being nice" and saying yes so

Ariel Attina ASK HIM OUT!!!

Attina Well, maybe he was just taking pity on me like lol what is there to like

Andrina b o o attina stop that

Ariel Ummm, so much????

Alana oh my god attina

Arista You is kind. You is smart. You is... I don't remember the rest of that quote of the movie I watched with you Atty but it doesn't matter because those two things are true [okay hand sign emoji]

Arista Also Vanellope says hi and that you're super cool Attina

Attina important. That's the last one THO also probably the least true of those lmao

Andrina well if vanellope says it

Arista and that I look really cute when I'm worried

Alana if you dont text him i will

Arista and that I should stop typing everything she says, no serious-- Oh right yeah

Attina boys don't care about kind or smart

Andrina dont be a misandrist, attina

Andrina kidding Andrina dont generalize men attina

Alana actually jk i dont want to deal with kids

Attina He knows you're my sister so i doubt he'd give you his number

Alana how does he know??

Arista I thought that meant she didn't like woman

Attina oh wait that might be a good idea we can test him and see if he really would just give his number to anyone

Arista women*

Attina I pointed you out the other night

Alana wow

Attina WHAT he asked about my sisters and i couldn't find andrina

Alana no i meant wow about the whole TESTING HIM Alana sometimes you just have to take a chance

Attina also arista misandry is like the opposite of misogyny, which is what you're thinking of. i know, they're very close together

Alana on loooveee

Andrina ok as much as i'd love to fake-hit on Dilf Patts, that really wouldn't prove anything because he's a free bloke right now and i'm amazing so

Alana ask arista

Attina well we cant all have super cute nerdy girlfriends we're weirdly perfect with

Alana thats why you have to TAKE A CHANCE

Arista yeah like the ABBA song should be paul's theme song playing behind him right now "TAke a chance on me"

Arista wait what

Andrina AND attina what if you ran into another cute boy tomorrow and you hit it off and you gave him his number too?? you didn't enter into a social contract that's why you have to A S K H I M O U T

Arista what are we asking me Arista I was too busy singing ABBA

Attina ARIsTA got asked out not the other way around Attina what if i push too much you know i push too much

Andrina ok new strategy

Arista I kissed her first before she asked me out tbh

Andrina you text him Andrina first Andrina you Andrina make riveting conversation Andrina you entice him Andrina into Andrina asking Andrina you Andrina out

Alana flash your tits Alana no dont do that

Andrina second date, alana

Arista whats up with your phone Andrina

Alana lol

Andrina what Andrina do Andrina you Andrina mean

Attina more like maybe six or fifth date

Alana yeah Alana what Alana do

Andrina fourth date, but we'll debate it at another time

Alana you

Arista wow maybe it's my phone

Ariel Don't flash your tits! Ew!

Attina ALSO where is ariel did she disappear? alana go see where she is Attina oh hello sis

Ariel I had to pee Ariel LISTEN

Alana 😇

Attina im not flashing my tits at ANYONE

Ariel He said he likes when a girl asks him out!! Ariel So ask him out!!!! Ariel If he says no there are other of fish in the sea Ariel Some literal

Attina okay okay Attina wait

Andrina i can't believe you just made a mermaid joke Andrina yes i can

Arista yeah def ask him out, boys are more clueless than me sometimes

Ariel Well we ARE mermaids, remember?

Attina he told me to text him interesting animal facts right

Andrina no i forgot

Alana wait we are????

Ariel OH OH

Arista how could you forget Andrina you have a tail

Attina B U T

Ariel TEXT HIM MATING FACTS

Alana holy shit thats why i had a bloody tail in the bathtub Alana yes be like Alana the female praying mantis decours her mates head Alana real sexy

Arista you had a bloody tail? ew Arista also ew to the following

Ariel Did you know penguins mate for life? That'd be really cute to say

Attina no you don't understand i already told him about how starfish put their stomachs out of their bodies to eat

Andrina she shared with him that fact about starfish's digestive syst-- Andrina great minds

Alana perfect the praying mantis wont throw him off

Attina I TOLD HIM that he was kind of like a penguin

Andrina yeah he'll be like eat my head

Attina but saying they mate for life is er a little strong

Ariel SO IT'S THE PERFECT FACT

Andrina then youll be SEXTING

Alana that's sexy Alana eat my head

Ariel Don't eat his head

Attina im not going to SEXT im trying to get him to idk go to dinner

Arista nah boys don't like teeth

Ariel Oh! Oh!

Andrina facts about animals and food

Alana here's a wild idea

Andrina be like

Ariel text him about LOBSTERS!

Andrina did u know that animals, eat,

Alana "hey paul, do you want to get dinner?"

Ariel and then be like HEY SPEAKING OF LOBSTERS

Attina i can't do another sea creature that might be too obvious

Arista Oh oh oh, I like Lan's

Ariel and then ask him to go eat lobster Ariel which i might not approve of but

Attina what if i went for something totally innocent and left field like idk

Ariel or just ask him if he likes lobster! Ariel OH I KNOW

Attina a leopard only succeeds at 1 out of 7 hunting attempts lol bc then it's like me, trying to date,,

Ariel "How much does a polar bear weigh? Enough to break the ice!"

Alana well at this point literally ANYTHING

Ariel that's classic!

Alana thats cute ^^

Arista Very cute I like it

Attina oh that is kind of cute

Andrina all of these are GREAT options

Ariel leopards must be hungry alot :C

Attina nah their kills last for a week

Alana then its time to move on

Arista yeah no... self-decapitation? self...dep... whatever that word is with the texting and being down on yourself with the leopard

Alana yeah don't self-decapitate, atty

Andrina self-decapitation is exactly the correct word

Ariel Oh okay

Attina ugh. Attina should i go with the polar bear one then? what do i say after that?

Ariel Self-deprication, guys. Come on.

Andrina well it would depend on what he says?

Ariel Don't listen to them, Arista

Alana well it depends on what HE SAYS

Ariel yeah you gotta see what that is

Arista Self-deprication. Cool. Got it. Thanks Ariel!

Attina okay let's do a mock version just imagine he says something even /better/ and /cuter/ back

Ariel No prob Ris! Ariel CAN I PLAY PAUL Ariel I'm an actress now. I can do it.

Alana what if asks for tit pics

Ariel Alana!!

Attina he's not gonna ask me for nudes alana i think we've already established he's a /gentleman/

Arista I'm sure Andrina has some lying around

Alana 'm just saying boys can surprise you

Ariel do NOT send nudes

Andrina oh yeah totally Andrina borrow my nudes

Attina also does anyone else wanna take a shot at being paul or is ariel it?

Alana yes andrina pass along the nudes

Andrina i'm just giving them away absolutely

Ariel pfft like the brown hair won't throw him off at all

Alana well ariels the only one whos like Alana directly interacted with him

Attina okay okay go then ariel

Andrina wait i wanna go next though

Ariel okay okay so where is my cool animal punch line that your totally awesome sister gave you Ariel give me something to go off here

Attina hey how much does a polar bear weigh? Attina wait Attina should i say the whole thing what if he knows Attina what if it's too cliche

Arista then its cute if he answers

Ariel omg if he knows and says it back that would be SO CUTE

Arista you guys are like the same person Arista something to laugh about

Alana ^^

Arista cliche's are a talking point

Attina what if he thinks it's lame bc everyone uses it

Alana then you can be self-decapitating

Attina honestly? yes.

Andrina ok this is taking forever

Ariel "Enough to break the ice, I'm guessing. Nice animal fact." Ariel SEE that would be CUTE

Attina then what do i say?? thank you???

Arista wait is that a fact? Do all polar bears weigh enough to like break ice?

Ariel Self-DEPRICATING Arisa

Andrina idk use your people skills Andrina say words

Attina with global warming, probably

Ariel yeah! say thank you! Ariel and then like Ariel something witty

Attina something witty. Attina do you even KNOW ME

Andrina just do the sun emoji and the guy with the shades Andrina do that several times

Alana just do it

Arista wait what why are we yelling SElf Depreciating at me

Andrina then say that thing about global warming

Ariel "I've got a ton of them up my sleeve. But I don't give them out to just anyone."

Alana because we look so much alike, ris

Ariel make it sound like he's special!

Andrina and then you're talking about global warming what topic could be HOTTER

Arista depreciating? deprecating?

Alana this is takign too long

Arista no we don't

Ariel DEPRICATING

Alana has left the conversation.

Attina wow ariel wtf how are you better at this than me that's not fair i've been alive much longer.

Ariel I dunno

Attina has added Alana to the conversation.

Ariel I try really hard Ariel I think too hard?

Arista You're so dramatic Alana why aren't you in the play

Ariel Maybe I'm not the best person to give advice

Attina whattt what do you mean

Alana spoiler alerts u dont have to try so hard

Attina things are good with you and dash aren't you???

Alana ur all hot

Andrina this really IS taking TOO LON G THOUGH

Ariel I haven't even been kissed yet okay I'm obviously doing SOMETHING wrong

Attina thanks, alana

Alana andrina can u steal attys phone

Arista Yeah, you're waiting for him

Attina also andrina i can't text him TONIGHT it's late, he's got babies

Alana and just do it

Andrina that's a really great plan Andrina attina ignore what was just said

Attina and it's okay ariel, it'll take time!!

Ariel Yeah don't wake him he needs sleep when the babies sleep Ariel UGH but I want to kiss him already :CC

Arista Then kiss him

Attina not to be hypocritical, but, you could kiss him!!

Alana how are you supposed to shag with the kids in the next room

Arista Idk that's what I did with Van

Alana kiss him!

Attina you both like each other, right??

Andrina very quietly Andrina duh

Ariel But what if he hasn't kissed me because he doesn't want to???

Arista he's a boy

Alana thats not fun, andrina

Andrina um if you make up a game that you're spies it is

Attina maybe he's just shy

Andrina gags Andrina duct tape

Alana ball gag Alana ok i see it

Alana atty, let's go to the sex shop

Andrina NO Andrina LETS TEXT Andrina THIS

Arista Oh can I come!

Andrina BOY

Alana YES

Ariel Woah I thought she's supposed to have sex with Paul! Ariel With condoms!

Alana to both lmao Alana oh ariel

Arista I definitely need new toys

Ariel What? Ariel Oh ew!!! You're talking about like... vibrators and stuff!!!

Attina IF we have sex it will not be for a /while/ okay he's got babies im sure he doesn't want to be serious with anyone until he knows them really well

Alana mhm

Ariel I don't need these images!!!!!

Alana andrina just take her bloody phone

Andrina SHE Andrina LOCKED Andrina HER

Arista is it with the bloody tail? why is there blood?

Andrina DOOR

Attina I did. Attina HE NEEDS to SLEEP

Alana how long have you been alive ris

Andrina i'm gonna climb up your fire escape you bitch

Alana and listening to people speak

Ariel Arista there is no bloody tail okay

Attina bloody like the curse word arista, darling

Ariel Everything is fine

Arista It's different over text. Inflation and stuff

Ariel Guuuuys Andrina can steal her phone in the morning

Andrina look, if he's a sensible guy, he has the phone on silent just DO IT

Attina also andrina i think you're not listening to the whole I'LL TEXT HIM TOMORROW AT A REASONABLE TIME Attina no i need to be considerate

Ariel Be considerate!

Andrina n o

Alana inflation

Ariel He's a good Daddy!

Alana oh yes get him to be your daddy, attina

Ariel We already have a Ariel OH NO GROSS Ariel ew ew weew ewwewew !!!

Alana youre catching on, i'm so proud

Attina alana stopppp that's my future maybe person im seeing you're talking about

Ariel I did a lot of research after texting him okay

Arista Wait we're getting more siblings?

Alana yes surprise

Andrina ok so can we all just agree that you are going to text him tomorrow can you put an alarm in your phone can you promise me to do this so we n e v e r have to d o this a g a i n

Arista ohhhh you meant Daddy as like Daddy Arista gotcha

Attina yes yes you can come watch me do it if you want andrina

Ariel You guys are gross

Alana send me snapchats Alana all of us Alana the asking in action

Ariel I want screencaps! Ariel NO NUDES!!!

Alana no nudes

Attina no one is sending nudes, ariel

Ariel Good

Alana ariel's still underage

Ariel Hey!

Arista Andrina we probably are gonna do it again. There are seven of us

Attina ^^

Andrina i mean this specific first-text-to-paul situation

Alana not all of us need to be coached

Attina well hopefully there will be no need for it

Ariel Don't let your dreams be dreams!!!

Alana when sending a text to Paul

Ariel Just do it!!!

Arista yeah but some Arista idk who knows

Andrina well arista is taken so that's one down

Attina i'm sure i'll need all of you to help me choose an outfit for our date but you can come over for that

Arista yeah paul's not my type

Ariel I'm taken... I think?

Attina i'll make martinis!!!

Andrina i will happily pick out an outfit with you

Ariel Are you taken if you've only gone on one date and it ended in punch being poured on your head?

Andrina that's how my first date went totally

Attina um have you hung out since then? have you DTRed

Alana have you talked since then???

Ariel well DUH

Attina at least it's memorable??

Alana ew dont say that atty it sounds weird when old people do it

Ariel we went to school and he's visited me at rehearsal!!

Arista ^^^

Attina im not THAT OLD

Ariel also what's dtr

Arista aw he visited you

Alana define the relationship

Attina defined the relationship y'know had the "i dont want to see other people" phase

Ariel OH Ariel no we have not

Alana lmao thats when i run Alana well just ask! Alana if you wanna

Ariel but he did say he's gonna take me on a surprise date

Andrina holla

Ariel and play me a song

Attina oh see, there you go!

Andrina one of THOSE

Ariel and I asked him what I should wear and he said I should just look nice, which I always do

Alana wow

Arista You need to record the song. So I can judge

Alana ask him to play wonderwall

Ariel HIS WORDS Ariel not mine ok

Attina ooo yes secretly record the song

Andrina wow show up in sweat pants, no make up

Attina that's so SWEET

Ariel OH i LOVE wonderwall!

Andrina subvert his expectations Andrina smash the patriarchy etc etc bla bla

Arista wonderwall is so cliche

Ariel NO i have to look GOOD

Attina wonderwall is a perfectly lovely song

Ariel i'll try to record it but i also just want to be in the moment, y'know?

Andrina you can look good in sweatpants

Attina ugh yeah i guess i understand

Alana yoga pants make any ass look great

Ariel and Wonderwall is not cliche :C

Arista yeah if wanna be bored to sleep and be like every other dude with a guitar

Alana ^^

Attina i think him playing her anything is lovely and sweet and thoughtful

Arista I have high musical expectations okay

Ariel I'm going to specifically ask him to play Wonderwall now Ariel because sccrew you guys Ariel THANK YOU Attina

Alana i was 100% not serious when i said that, i need you to know, ris

Attina xoxoxo

Ariel I think I'll wear a dress

Attina wow look at us triton girls going on dates and shit

Andrina wow don't generalize us

Arista I was almost shocked Lan, thought I knew you better. I do know you better tho

Ariel Lana, would you do my makeup?

Attina OH ARIEL IDEA

Alana yessss

Attina why don't we pick out outfits on the same night!!

Ariel Omg that would be so fun!!!

Ariel and thank you Lan!!!

Ariel: 😄 😄 😄

Attina i mean obviously im getting ahead of myself paul needs to say yes first there is a like one in seven chance remember--like a leopard

Arista I think Ariel bringing her whole closet to Attina's will be kinda time consuming

Ariel I won't bring all my clothes, just some options

Attina yes but we can DRINK at my house

Andrina i'll make the drinks thats my contribution

Ariel Oooh okay!

Alana i'll bring my stuff

Ariel Then I won't be so nervous! Ariel And maybe I /will/ kiss him!

Arista you should

Alana wow

Attina you'll have to tell us all about it!!

Alana thats so pure

Ariel Just don't let me get drunk okay

Arista unless he plays wonderwall

Alana will do

Ariel Aristaaaaa

Attina especially if he plays wonderwall 😉

Ariel 😉

Alana andrina what is your verdict on wonderwall

Attina and you get cut off after a drink and a half ariel

Ariel Okay, okay!

Attina and you have to spend the night

Ariel That sounds perfect anyway

Andrina i think wonderwall in the right context is perfectly ironic

Ariel Hey question

Andrina this doesn't sound like that context

Alana good

Ariel Where the heck is Aquata???

Alana what ariel Alana idk swim camp

Ariel Is she ignoring us???

Attina probably sLEEPINg like we should all be

Ariel OH

Alana training

Ariel Did she leave for swim camp already??

Arista Oh I stole her pillow again, so she's probably angry at everyone

Ariel That makes sense

Alana idkk

Ariel Why do you keep stealing her pillows??

Arista I don't notice that I do it. I just talk to her and the pillow ends up in my room. Idk she has so many idk why she misses one

Attina she's been doing that since they were little

Ariel I think that's like called something

Andrina also why would she be angry at all of us for your crimes

Ariel ummm

Arista because it found its way into Alana's room?

Attina yeah andrina and i dont even live there pfft

Alana she's just training or something idk Alana let her live her life

Attina well that /does/ means she's sleeping bc she actually wakes up at a decent time

Attina like i've got to. i've got /work/ tomorrow

Alana lol true

Andrina noon is a perfectly decent time

Attina unlike most of us

Andrina i have work

Attina is that when i should text paul then? noon?

Andrina do i have work Andrina hey attina,,,

Ariel Hey! I'm a student!

Alana yes

Arista Hey! I work. My gigs are just at night

Ariel This is my break time!

Alana i make money by batting my eyelashes

Attina that was mostly a shot at andrina xo

Andrina seriously do i have work Andrina am i working Andrina when am i working

Attina come in at noon

Ariel Wouldn't you know if you were?

Andrina so you can text paul

Attina yes.

Andrina got it Andrina look ariel, let ME live MY life

Attina don't forget or i wont' do it

Ariel I am! Ariel I'm just SAYING

Andrina that's putting a lot of pressure on me

Ariel Although I did almost miss rehearsal the other day, so I can't blame you for not knowing...

Alana wow

Attina yup my future happiness rests in your hands, dear sister

Arista dsakj

Attina ariel! how do you miss being /juliet/

Alana dont fuck up andrina

Andrina where have i heard that before lmao

Ariel I was distracted!!!

Alana by dashy poo?

Attina omg dashy poo

Ariel ew don't call him that that's gross Ariel his name is DASH

Arista Dashy-kins

Ariel and NO Ariel not that either guysss stoooop

Arista Dashanova

Attina sidenote: what kind of name is dash? i know his brother and his name is jack jack which im assuming is just a nickname for jack but dash????

Ariel He could be like THE ONE I don't want to be thinking of him as Dashy-poo ew

Andrina what kind of name is andrina

Alana man if i ever get a boyfriend ever im gonna give him the wORst nickname

Andrina there are some questions we'lll never answer

Ariel I think his full name is Dashiell! Ariel or something

Alana like the guy who wrote the maltese falcon?

Attina oh, that makes more sense

Ariel I'm not sure though

Attina well i don't know where you pulled that name from otherwise lolol

Arista why would someone write about a dog-bird

Ariel Did I show you guys all the snowglobe he got me???

Arista wait here's a dog-bird???

Alana its edgy, ris

Arista: there's**

Andrina don't crush someone's artistic vision

Attina he got you a snowglobe!! that's so cute!!!

Ariel [sends picture of snowglobe]

Ariel It plays music!

Alana cute

Arista does it bark or screech?

Attina awww that's perfect for you ariel

Ariel It's how he asked me to prom

Alana depends on its mood

Ariel He's like, the sweetest

Alana wow

Ariel AND HE HAS SUPER SPEED

Attina ohhhhh i think i remember you telling me that now

Ariel ISN'T THAT SO COOL

Andrina super,

Attina he's a magick then?

Alana double wow

Arista Not always the best in certain situations

Alana maybe he wont freak out with the tail thing

Ariel Yeah!

Ariel Um... maybe

Attina you're NOT telling him abotu the tail thing

Arista idk that might hurt, like being with a jackhammer

Ariel But yeah and he even saved someone once with it!

Alana but attina what if theyre in loooveee

Andrina like Andrina being Andrina with Andrina a jackhammer

Attina it's too much of a risk

Alana omfg

Arista your phone is doing the thing again Andrina

Attina that's for when you're /married/ and fully committed

Alana maybe he can vibrate his body really fast

Ariel Andrina stop!

Alana and concentrate that

Andrina wow Andrina im Andrina not

Ariel I'm not going to tell him

Andrina doing Andrina anything

Arista Wow idk then weird

Attina i know, ariel. it just--stresses me out when people JOKE ABOUT IT

Alana what if someone dumps you after

Ariel I wish I didn't have a secret TO keep from him

Alana and youve already PROFESSED your love

Attina that's why i said it's for /marriage/

Alana and theyre like wow u lied Alana this whole time Alana lmao

Attina well anyone who really loves you will understand

Arista so you wanna be trapped with someone who would dump u over a tail?

Andrina i feel like it goes first date, flash tits, mermaid secret exposed

Attina it's not like it's dangerous

Alana exactly

Attina exactly, arista. it's for our SAFETY

Alana to andy not atty

Ariel Daddy thinks it is

Attina all of ours

Alana well thats why you donT MARRY SOMEONE BEFORE THEY KNOW

Ariel But what does he know? He's just an angry old man

Alana tahts why im not getting married

Attina i mean, being a mermaid is dangerous. to us. not to anyone else. Attina we're not werewolves or vampires. but if people know they'll--you know.

Andrina bang bang

Ariel When I get married, it's going to be with someone that knows and loves me and won't make anyone keep any secrets, especially not our children.

Alana i mean some people still dont like fairies and sorcerers Alana lots of people also don't like lies

Attina thank you andrina. for putting it so eloquently.

Ariel But how do you know when to tel someone? That is like... ??????

Andrina what im here for boss

Alana idk like i said not my plan Alana im just messing with everyone

Andrina same i'm gonna marry like, a shark

Attina i know, ariel, it's hard, but--well, talk to us. talk to daddy.

Ariel If you wait too long they get MAD and then if you don't wait long enough they might not Ariel NO Ariel We will NOT talk to Daddy

Andrina or an eel Andrina or a jellyfish

Alana im gonna marry an octopus

Andrina maybe an eel-jellyfish hybrid

Attina once you've been dating someone for a while, daddy will come around

Andrina wow that's a good one thing of all the tentacles

Attina he knows we cant keep it a secret forever

Alana exactly

Ariel Pfft, suuuure he will

Attina he will. i know he will. he's just trying to keep us all safe.

Ariel Whatever

Alana shouldnt you be sleeping attina Alana big day tomorrow Alana texting a boy

Andrina ^^^

Attina yes yes true

Attina good night, love you!

Ariel good night! love you too!!

Arista nighty night

Andrina night losers

Alana ^^

#bdrparista #bdrpalana #coral #attista #atlanta #1+2 #1+4 #1+6 #1+2+4+6+7 #texts #coral texts #attista texts #atlanta texts #how to ask out a guy according to mermaids #wow tagging this was a BITCH #ariel archive

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faceoffdoodles · 8 years ago

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FACE OFF: ALLSTARS LIVEBLOGGING - GREEN SCREEN EDITION

NOTICE: I had many more pictures of this episode, especially at the end of my reactions, but for some reason Tumblr failed me and wouldn’t save the post NOR save it as a draft, so I had to refresh everything and, at the moment of pasting what I hadn’t saved, the pictures didn’t make it, so the bottom half of this post doesn’t have many pictures to show what I react to, so it may be a little confusing, just a heads up.

It’s that time of the year again where I react to the latest Face Off episodes! First I tried doing reviews but those took some time, and I often forgot important points I wanted to add so I found it more fun to react to what was happening and write it all down, and it feels alot more genuine to me and hopefully to you too!

It’s the All Stars now so it should be GREAAAAT!

AWWW HERE WE GO

There was no one on the thumbail so no one is eliminated? Hopefully, I don’t want them leaving so soon..

Wait... they’re all in pairs already? Aren’t they supposed to like meet individually

Did they choose them?? How was that?

These makeups looks cool AG

MCKENZIE IN A PARACHUTING SUITE, LOOOVELY

CIG AND GEORGE... TOGETHER???

IS THIS A WET DREAM I’M HAVING??

They will be the most entertaining duo of all time holy shit, I can’t believe this

AND THEY’RE BOTH SO TALENTED

HOW CAN ANYONE EVEN COMPETE

Ben & Evan and Cat & Niko are back, cool!

I like Niko & Cat’s team more, they are really cute

Ben and Evan are alright, I jsut wish it was Ben and Jordan and they would’ve been UNSTOPPABLE

LOGAN AND ADAM, I like that their names end similary

SO is this season all teams or what???

Gage & Rachel seem lik ethe most random matchup yet, what the hell

TEAM RAGE SOUNDS COOL AF THO

So maybe they’re perfect

Team “I shaved my head on both sides”

Really digging the Rachel haircut tho, loooove it

SOMEONE STOP MCKENZIE SHE’S SO EXCITED TO HAVE THIS EPIC HELICOPTER ENTRANCE

TOO FAST, MCKENZIE

McKenzie: “Welcome to Face Off: The Amazing Race edition!”

I dig any shade of blue Keaghlan dyes her hair on

I hadn’t even noticed BEN AND EVAN’S AMTCHING SHIRTS

Yeah yeah you always say that McKenzie, nothings gonna cha-

what

ALL TEAM? Both of them go home??

I’m..

I’,m not sure how I feel about this format, I

I JUST WOULD HAVE LIKED TO HAVE NORMAL ALL STARS ELIMINAITONS DAMMIT

Why CAN’T They

Ughh I’m frustrated at the uncalled change but, alright, I’ll deal with it

Are there even going to be individual immunity challenges?? I loved those!!

Niko’s haircut is taller than ever

Jasmine: “Butt”

Thank you, Jazz

McKenzie looks so cute on that suit, God

GREEN!! SCREEN!! TECHNOLOGY!!

That sounds so COOL

This changes everything holy shit

THIS OOPENS UP SO MUCH DOORS I HOPE THEY TAKE FULL ADVANTAGE

Man, Emily & Tyler are both young, very talented dudes, they’re going to kick ass if they don’t falter.

EMily is basically a child prodigy of makeup, it’s amazing how much she can do.

SOMEONE STOP THEM BEFORE THEY WIN

JK i’d love it if they both won

I like octopuses and I think those who got octopus will have the best chance of making it safe at least

I absolutely love Emily’s style

Evan & Ben’s intro was so cheesy, jesus christ

Their idea screams failure, I like the ambition but if I didn’t know Neville any better, he’s gonna hate it so much

Sassy Stella and Juicy Jasmine, both are really amazing with a distinctive style so I’m expecting a lot

Their creature idea looks pretty cool as well, looks a bit like a jellyfish creature, WHICH I’D LOVE

They totally paired Keaghlan and Melissa because of the blue hair

BLUE TEAM! BLUE TEAM!

I’m watching you Keaghlan, I’mma see the things I couldn’t see on S7

I still think the green screen is one of the best ideas of the show

Okay but, is the winner of All Stars individual or as a team? That’s my biggest question, I hope they separate by mid season

GEORGE FUNNYPANTS IS BACK!! YES!

Fun Fact: I wrote “Jason Funnypants” before I wrote George, for some reason I keep thinking George’s name is Jason.

I love George’s funny side, Cig is surprisingly normal right now

“I’m happy if you’re happy!” That’s sweet and all with Cat n Niko but one of them’s gotta make decisions

HOLY SMOKES GEORGE’S BELLY is the roundest belly I’ve seen, I didn’t think he was that fat

The way Gage delivers confessionals is really funny to me

“We gotta..” *GASPS” “...pull this off.”

Oh snap the clay just SMACKED against the floor, bad news for Evan (and Ben)

MICHAEL WESTMORE!! I missed you, it’s been a lonely year!

Emily n’ Tyler look like they’re doing something really cool

I actually don’t recall if Cat had that arm tattoo. I think not. Also is Cig’s iconic captain hat gold yellow now??

“I just want to start fabricating..” “I just wanna give you kisses” GOD they’re so sweet

Cat’s face after that is hilarious btw

(George thought it also applied to him)

Jasmine’s tentacles don’t look toog ood tbh

The short shots are BACK! All I ever needed, George n Cig are the most perfect team.

JUST LOOK AT THIS

EVEN CIG IS HURRYING GEORGE’S ANTICS NOW, but I understand they’re on a hurry haha

Now that I think of it, their idea is pretty similar to Ben and Evan’s idea, just with smaller legs

It’s MOLDING TIME and you KNOW what that means

Adam confessional! I forgot he and Logan are a team here, it’s weird

yes, someone had COWL PROBLEMS, this time it’s Niko n’ Cat and it actually looks like it’ll be bad

It’s great hearing Niko’s accent again <3

THEY OPENED IT... with force

Polyfoam Run of Shame it is!

God knows Tyler is the best at “really creepy thin arms”

their creature looks cool af tho

RAGE’s team looks like it’s doing a shrimp Predator

the transparent claw idea ROCKS tho, love the creativity on this one

Emily’s tie dye shirt gives me life

“Possibly the first makeup on Face Off to completely disappear”! OOH I want to see this

I would Love to be a Face Off model

Logan looks like my uncle

I feel like I’ve seen Stella n Jasmine’s alien before

I really ought to start giving these teams some nicknames

Bluehair team’s alien looks really cool so far, Keaghlan is focusing on a GREAT paintjob so I know it’ll be great

ARE THE LOVE TEAM REMAKING CIG& GEORGE’S TUNA MAN FROM SEASON 7??

Hello darkness my old friend

There’s so much green on the screen *ba dum tss*

Something tells me the Love Team (Cat and Niko) are going to be on bottom

The Benevan (Ben & Evan) team are also shooting for down there

Team RAGE (Rachel & Gage) look promising though,

Team Love’s glowing blue eyes are amazing

Team Funny (Cig & George)’s creature looks creepy but AMAZING

“I guess it’s finished” - Evan making me laugh, good start

THERE THEY ARE!! THE JUDGES!!

Glenn, Ve Neill and Neville at work and thank god, their wits seem like they are untouched.

I’m waiting for the great Neville quote of the season <3

Okey, Team Talent (Emily & Tyler)’s creature looks fantastic, very smooth with rocky texture and shards coming out of the shoulders, I love it!! tHE TINY ARMS ARE AMAZING

TEAM BENEVAN’S DADDY LEGS MAKE ME LAUGH, it has nothing to do with the head

Also Ben can really pull off a Steve Jobs cosplay

One thing I don’t like is that contestants are aware that they are in a non elimination challenge, I dunno, I guess it can affect how they do the makeups

Blue Hair team did a floaty alien, like it has no legs but I dig it

I LOVE TEAM FUNNY’S SUITS

Nice hair on chest look, too

Their creature looks pretty good as well, it’s what Benevan’s creature should have been

They really pulled it off a LOT better

Ugh, Team Sassy (Stella & Jasmine) looks so plastic

“I’m hoping the judges will just overlook it”, oh NO they WON’T

TEAM RAGE SHRIMP’S IS AWESOMEEEE

I’m guessing that will be 1st place

Hmm, Team Ladam (Logan & Adam) looks sillt, it’s like a bird without skin, it’s like they skinned the bird hunter makeup from Season 10

Ok, Team Love seemes rushed but I LOVE THE TENTACLE SKIRT, it looks fantastic and shiny, so, props to Cat for That.

Although I wish they hadn’t put the eyeballs and just let it have glowing blue eyes

I still tand the green screen idea is one of the best things they’ve ever come up with, why hadn’t they thought of it before??

HERE COMES MY FAVORITE PART

JUDGE SASSINESS

“He looks like a mexican wrestler” - Ve Neill, OH MY GOD IT DOES I HADN’T SEEN IT THAT WAY

In a closer look, Team Funny’s makeup looks like a rat with a testicle hunchback

It’s just ewww but well done, so I can’t copmplain.

Remember kids, Neville loves his shapes

I’m surprised Glenn loves Team Love’s paintjob, so they might be safe

Well, technically, everyone is safe here, I know no one’s going to be eliminated

But at least it doesn’t put em on bottom

STEBEN JOBS AND EVAN TO THE CENTER

They know they fucked up, I don’t like seeing their disappointed faces ;(

The legs are coming out of the shoulders?? I’m no Neville but I also don’t see the sense in that

VE “YOU’LL BE STITCHIN’ IF ITS NOT BITCHIN’” NEILL WITH THE SASS

IT WAS SO STRONG IT MADE EVAN SCOFF

Ben “Steve Jobs” Ploughman is in danger

As expected, everyone loves the transparent scorpion, I too, love it.

Nice to see Gage n’ Rachel back in form after a long absence.

I love how the model still tries to sell the makeup, must be Megan.

Okay, on clearer view, Team SAssy’s creature is a mess, it looks like a paper ball with tentacles

.I don’t like how the red head sticks out either, nothing is cohesive in this

Also the model’s arms are passing through the tentacles, this is what Jasmine hoped the judges would overlook.

Team Blue is on top as well!

Their creature is pretty but not quite “transparent scorpion” level

Glenn loves the head

VE “SO BITCHIN’” NEILL

Bitchin’ counter: 1

“Not even a side of garlic would make it better” HOLY SHIT NEVILLE

NEVILLE “NONSENSE ON STAGE MAKES ME RAGE” PAGE

NEVILLE “ALL THE FORMS SHOULD FOLLOW THE NORMS” PAGE

NEVILLE “IF THE FORM AINT PRETTY I’LL GIVE YOU NO PITY” PAGE

wAIT WHAT

KEAGHLAN AND MELISSA WON THIS ONE I’M QUITE SURPRISED

Maybe it was because it was better scultped

So yeah I understand it

No one eliminated, McKenzie warns them to step it up

SO NEXT WEEK IS 2 PEOPLE ELIMINATED

Ben and Evan are ready for a comeback

And they seem in real trouble next episode, so WE’LL SEE ON TUESDAY Conclusion: Great episode, great premiere, great, great challenge idea! I love this green screen challenge and I hope they make a comeback soon, even in this same season. Hopefully it’ll replace focus challenges, but I don’t think so. I still am unsure about the team format or how it’s going to work out in the finale, are we going to see 3 teams or 2? 6 people in a finale seems like a lot so I’m leaning towards too, but even then, will the winner be individually rewardd or do they alsp win the competition as a team? Because if it was going to be teams I’d prefer for them to bring 20 people back and ahve a higher number. Anyways, the creatures were cool, the judges are back with the sass that I missed so much and, I forgot to react to this but the friendliness is back too! When Niko was trying to open the mold, almost everyone was there to help him, there were like 6 people trying to help them, I’m glad to see it’s still so sweet and drama-free. I love art guys, thank you for it! See ya next week! On with the drawing! Also, sorry it’s late but I’ve been sick and busy with social life and school life and what not. It doesn’t help that the internet took down my favorite page for watching the show hours after it premiers so I have to wait days for it to get shown so I can screencap scenes from the show so >:(

#face off #syfy #liveblogging #season 11 #all stars #mckenzie #here we go!#makeups #sfx #greenscreen

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justanotherstoryteller-blog1 · 7 years ago

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Dusted Conscience

"So this is what you've been talking about?" Frisk sits down to have a closer look on a glowing, golden star, "A save point?"

"Correct, you can come back in time only to a preditement positions. To the moment when you are touching one of these."

"Preditement? By who?"

"I don't know, no one seems to see them for the exception of you, me and apparently him," Flowey waves with his head towards the door which leads back in the ruins.

"Hmm..." Frisk stretches out his hand and touches the shining star.

"Frisk?" Flowey calls with a little bit of a worry, Frisk wasn't moving for quite a while.

"It feels so... warm... and comforting," Flowey gives Frisk an incredulous look.

"We don't have time for this, we have to keep moving."

"..."

"Damn it! Leave the point be!" Frisk sighs and finally walks away from the point, "Now, let's move."

Frisk does as he was told and soon both of them were on the way through a snowy forest. It wasn't a regular forest through, trees were growing very closely to each other forming literal walls leaving only a narrow pathway between them.

"Something is not right. It is too quiet in here."

"Isn't it a good sign? If someone is around you will hear them from a long distance thanks to snow."

"Or it means that we are walking into a trap. Stay here, I will scout ahead."

Frisk loses Flowey's sight shortly after he leaves. It really was very silent, he could clearly hear his heartbeat. Tick-tack, tick-tack, almost like a watch, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick— "Don't you know how to greet a new pal?" Frisk's heart missed the tack, "Turn around and shake my hand." What should he do? Run? Comply? Frisk takes a deep breath and turns towards the direction of voice, a wide grin welcomed him. A skeleton? This place makes dead walk? "You know, it's rude to leave me hanging," Frisk finally notices his outstretched hand, he hesitates a moment before shaking it. It is surprisingly soft for a bones, like a rubber.

"Oops, looks like I forgot to refill my whoopee cushion after last use," he shows his hand with the empty air bag, "Was a pretty good try, almost got ya. Call me Sans, Sans the Skeleton," he hides his hand in a pocket of his blue hoody, "And you? Do you have a name, kiddo?"

"Frisk..."

"Nice to meet ya, Frisk. Chilling out?"

"..."

"You look like a someone who is waiting for something."

"Umm, no."

"So, you just like the weather, huh?" he walks past Frisk and stops in a few meters, "Whelp, it's lovely for sure," he glimpses over his shoulder, "Hey, how about a little walk?"

His recon took longer than Flowey expected. Yet, it was quite informative. Guards were all over the place, it would be troublesome to avoid their patrols and posts even if they won't find out about the kid. Flowey just hoped that kid didn't got himself into a trouble while he was away.

"Hehehe! And how about this one, why do the skeleton laughs?"

"I dunno, why?"

"Because I've tickled his funny bone."

"Hah, a good one! Hey, what's white and has wheels?"

"Hmm... a car?"

"Bone, I lied about the wheels."

"This one was just horrible!"

"Hehe! Yeah."

What is this? Looks like Frisk has found himself something to do in Flowey's absence. The kid was sitting in some kind of a long abandoned watch station, telling some awful jokes with the skeleton. Well, he is friendly at least.

"Having fun, Frisk?"

"Oh, hello Flowey!" kid peeps out of the station and smiles even wider.

"Flowey? So, this is why you were standing in the middle of the forest."

"You know him, Sans?"

"Everyone does. The royal guard made this sure."

"If you two are done joking around, it's time for me and Frisk to move, we have a long way ahead."

"Wait a sec, actually I am supposed to be on lookout for suspicious talking flowers."

"Sans?"

"Well, since we've got this new war king has declared that every single monster in the Underground now has to serve in the royal guard, it's kinda like our duty now."

"So, what's now, boney? I'm here."

"Whelp, my orders are to find you. There was nothing about reporting back once I do," a sigh of relief is heard.

"Thank you, Sans."

"Heh, don't sweat it, kiddo," Flowey turns his head towards the way he came from.

"Someone is coming here."

"Oh, this must be my brother. You should hide somewhere, he has a thing about fulfilling duties."

Sentry station was a pretty tight place, it barely had space for two. It also was full of ketchup bottles which made it even more tight. Good thing that Flowey doesn't counts for second.

"Hey, what's up bro?"

"You know "what's up", Sans. We have orders to find the damn flower and you are sitting here doing nothing! Our squad will be punished again because of you, if the captain finds out."

"Hey, she can't know all. And besides what makes you think flower is here? You are the boss and all, but even you can't know everything."

"I just feel it. It's here somewhere. And you'd better start looking! Or I will put you on the watch next time we camp! And no ketchup for you till we find it!"

"Alright, alright, Paps, I will!"

"And stop calling me like that! It's Lieutenant Papyrus! And put on your uniform! You are on duty! Now, how do you respond to your commander?"

"Yes, Lieutenant Papyrus, sir!

"What are you doing now?"

"Putting all of my backbone into the search, sir!"

"And?"

"Putting on my uniform, sir!"

"Great, now proceed with your orders."

"Ok, you two can come out now," Sans says after Papyrus's steps in snow have finally subsided.

"Your brother seems rough," says Frisk while climbing out from their cover.

"Nah, he is just tries to be a good comm, you can't really make a name for yourself if you are soft."

"All of this is very exciting to know, but we really have to go,"

"Yea, you probably should do that. Oh, and one more thing. My bro has traps all over the place, they might hurt if you are not careful."

"I have a bone for deadly traps, there were a lot of them back in the ruins," Frisk proclaims proudly.

"Heh, looks like you got it all covered. See ya, then," Sans picks up one of ketchup bottles from the station and prepares to leave, "Oh, and don't forget to tell some puns to my bro if you see him, ok? He can't live without them."

Sans certainly wasn't kidding, traps really were all over the place. But they were only a small part of a big trouble. Guard posts and patrols made it very difficult to slip unnoticed.

"Do you have a plan for these too?" Frisk asks about a couple of dogs siting near a small campfire right in their way.

"They weren't here last when I checked. Looks like one of Papyrus's search parties made themselves a picnic."

"Shall we wait until they leave?"

"We don't have enough time. We are on the run, remember? I will simply remove them from our way."

"You mean... kill them?"

"We can't let them see us and live. They will alert the rest of the guard."

"No! Don't hurt them!" Flowey lifts his brow.

"What do you mean "Don't hurt them"? If I won't hurt them, they will hurt us."

"Let me try, we always can go back if something goes wrong, right?"

"Humph, fine. It's your life after all. Speaking of which, looks like they have sniffed you," Frisk didn't noticed how dogs picked their axes up and started to slowly approach, "Or perhaps you should've been more quiet. Doesn't matter anymore, good luck, heh, kiddo," Flowey disappears leaving Frisk alone.

"We know where are you hiding! Show yourself, or we will drag you out! This territory is off limits by the order of the Captain!" barks one of the dogs.

"Don't you think you are a little bit too harsh, sweetie? They might be scared, or lost. Come out, we won't harm you," asked the other one in a much more friendly manner, her voice calmed Frisk a little. This may actually work.

"Emm... Hello. I really am lost, couldn't you please show me the way?"

"See sweetie? You don't have to be mean all the time. Come out, little one, we will take you back to the town," Frisk steps out of the trees, "There we go! Wasn't that scary, right, little one?" so Flowey wasn't right after all, kid even smiles upon that thought.

"Wait, there is something wrong. It has a weird smell, like a... ketchup and... flowers, and something else, what kind of monster are you?"

"Are you some kind of a skeleton, little one? They are the only one we know who likes ketchup."

"Well... I have a skeleton inside of me..."

"Inside of you? You mean like a fish? But you don't smell like one and fish can't talk."

"Wait! I remembered where I sniffed a smell like this before! When the Captain briefed us about the humans."

"Are you sure, sweetie? Human could not sneak in here past all our security."

"Human could get in here through the ruins. They are very close to the surface, there might be holes in the celling."

"Nonsense, human would've been caught a long time ago by other patrols. You are not a human, are you, little one?"

"..." dogs exchange multiple meaningful glances.

"We are sorry, little one. There is no other way in this case," she lifts her axe.

"Wait, we don't have to fight!" Frisk easily dodges her swing, axe is a pretty slow weapon.

"Of course we don't have to, you can just die and make our work easier, brat," the other dog launches his own blow. Kid has dodged again, "No more places to run, brat!" and he was right, Frisk felt a tree with his back and deadly axe already was on its way. He closed his eyes, but death didn't came. There was only Flowey and two piles of dusty powder on the ground.

"Is this... a town?" Frisk asks, the first thing he says in a while. Kid was unusually quiet since their encounter with dogs.

"Yeah... something like. Called Snowdin. It should be safe here, since monsters don't know how humans look. Just stay away from dogs and you should be fine. You should go have some rest in the local bar if you are tired, you may even get some food," Flowey hands over a small sack of dusty coins.

"I'm... not hungry," with another "Humph" Flowey takes money back.

"I will scout the place. Find me when you are done."

The bar surely wasn't the worst place to be in, at least it should be warm in there. "Grillby's," says the sign, without a further delay Frisk pushes the door and steps in. The place was pretty empty, there was only a couple of customers and a bartender. A good thing, less monsters around means less detection chance. Frisk walks in the farthest corner and flops on the seat. A safe, warm, place is the only thing he needed now.

"Something in your mind, kiddo?" for some reason Frisk wasn't surprised to hear Sans from nearby seat, so he didn't even turned his head.

"Hello, Sans."

"Give me the usual, Grilbz... and something for my friend," Sans says to the bartender, "It's the flower, right?"

"..."

"So, what has he done?" Sans takes a big sip from a ketchup bottle Grillby has supplied him with.

"He... killed the pair of dogs," Sans nearly chokes, "They tried to attack me. Why didn't they listen? No one has to die because of this."

"Huh, looks like he had no choice."

"I... don't know what to do anymore... I just don't know. Everyone I came across suddenly die because of me."

"W-w-wait, kid. This wasn't your fault. They didn't left the flower any other option. Sometimes you don't have any other choice, but to fight."

"It's not like this. There is always a choice, you always can set things right, you just have to be determined to do a right thing."

"Not a bad piece of a saying, for a baby bones. Paps would like it."

"Really?"

"Yeah... He was pretty excited about king's order to expand the royal guard, he have been dreaming to join them for years. It wasn't quite a thing he imagined it to be through. One day I caught him while he was sitting on a cliff, tossing rocks into the water. Was his first day as a comm, he wasn't quite expecting cap to put him in charge. Everyone else was laughing at him, called him worthless, weak, unworthy to wear the uniform. But he ain't be my brother if he would let such silly things get into his head. He made a promise that day. He said: "I am, the Great Papyrus, swear: I will make them all recognize me! I will show them who really deserves to wear this uniform!" And look at him now, a lieutenant of the guard," he takes a large swig again, "Actually, can YOU promise me something, kiddo?"

"Huh?" Frisk gives Sans a surprised look.

"From now on you will do things in a right way and also promise me you'll stop blaming yourself for something you are not guilty of. You are spoiling the look of Grillby's with your worried face."

"Heh, thank you, Sans."

"Buy me a drink some time. Hey, how skeleton knows it is about to rain?"

Is there even a single wound that some bad jokes, warm food and good company can't heal? Frisk surely won't say there is, he felt much better now, thanks to Sans's effort.

"You surely took your time," Flowey greets the kid near the save point on a far side of the town, it was foggy, even though the place was cold, "I hope you rested well, we still have a lot of distance to cover. Save and let's continue," Frisk touches the golden star and takes moment to enjoy it warmth, "Are you seriously going to waste time again? Let's go already!"

"Nyeh-heh-heh!" a sudden laughter came out of the fog, "It seems my search is finally over, the flower came to me on its own and it has brought a human to me. What a convenient coincidence, I must say! Two criminals in the same place!"

"Damn," Flowey curses, since it was the Papyrus voice, there could be no means to avoid confrontation now.

"By the royal law you are under arrest!"

"No, we are not!" Flowey summons his roots and readies for a fight.

"Nyeh-heh-heh! Excellent! I finally would have some exercise!" Frisk barely dodges a bone flying into his face. Next one hits kid into a leg sending him on the ground. "Ahhh!" a sound of pain is heard.

"My turn!" says angered Flowey.

"No! Don't!"

"Damn it! Are you stupid? He certainly won't stop! I will handle this, just stay out of trouble."

"Don't!" the kid tries to stand up, his leg hurts a lot but appears to be all right, "Let me handle this, I won't fail this time," Flowey gives an angry growl, but backs off without saying a word.

"So, Papyrus, isn't it?"

"It's Lieutenant Papyrus for you!" his words are accompanied by another barrage of bones.

"We don't... have to... fight!" Frisk says while dodging the never ending rain of bones.

"Your fate has been sealed the moment you joined the flower! Now face your demise!" he stops throwing his deadly bones and stretches out his hand to the ground. The ground shakes and moment later the poor kid finds himself impaled on a set of sharp bones emerging from the ground. The last thing he saw was the merciless Papyrus's gaze.

Flowey yet again has told Frisk to stay back and yet again kid has refused. And again he died, and again, and again, and again. Yet he wasn't going to stop, every time he died there was a distant whisper in the darkness: "Stay determined," Frisk didn't know who it was, neither he knew why they are encouraging him, what he knew is that he was doing the right thing, he just had to try harder. He died few times again, but ultimately he made some progress.

"You are... a formidable foe. To stand that much, you must be a skilled combatant," Papyrus has stopped attacking giving Frisk a little time to rest.

"I don't want to fight!"

"You already are fighting, it is no longer important. Unless you are indicating that you want to surrender. A judgment would be fair, if you'll stop resisting."

"Why can't we just talk about this? There is no reason for anyone to die."

"Conversation is not a part of my orders," Papyrus continues his assault, yet it is slightly weaker than before. Frisk has found a weak spot!

"Papyrus, you don't want to do this either!"

"I have to, I have sworn to protect the underground from any threats."

"You've sworn to protect, not to hunt the innocent! You don't even know why you were ordered to kill Flowey, don't you?"

"Doesn't matter! You are a threat and should be treated as such!"

"Why? Who we threaten? Can you name a single person?"

"The whole monsterkind!"

"Are we a threat for you, Papyrus?"

"Of course not! Nothing is a threat for the Great Papyrus!"

"See? We do not threat the entire monsterkind. So who are we threatening?"

"..." he pauses his attacks.

"Papyrus, you are not an automaton, orders are not always right,"

"Good soldiers obey their orders—"

"Good soldiers do what it takes to protect the innocent! How called the ones who kill the innocent?"

"..."

"Papyrus, what is their name?"

"Murderers..."

"Are you a murder?"

"..." Papyrus looks absolutely devastated, he drops the bone he was about to throw, "I..."

"Who are you, Papyrus?"

"Just... go. My squad should return from their patrol soon." Frisk and Flowey gladly accept his offer.

"Thank you, Lieutenant Papyrus," Frisk says before leaving Papyrus alone.

"Wow, Frisk. You've actually made him to listen, this is quite impressive knowing how fanatical he is," Flowey congratulates the kid when they reach next save point where the kid could have a little rest.

"..." Frisk silently collapses next to the save point and leans against the wall.

"What's now? I didn't even touched..." he spots glistering drops on Frisk's cheeks and those are not water.

"She didn't had to die... none of them had! They are dead because of me, because I had no will to save them!"

"Stop scourging yourself. What is done is done. Tears won't change that."

"..." the weeping continues.

"Frisk, we don't have time for this. We are persecuted not only by our mistakes," kid doesn't react, "Frisk, if you won't stand up their deaths would be pointless."

"...Alright, alright... I just need few minutes to catch my breath," Flowey says no more.

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