#cynthia is so cute how she jumps in to answer. she will get a good grade in active listening class

[raydrawsdaly]

"don't make me LAUGH, they were—" 🩷💚

[geekygee01]

Won’t you be (mine) Chapter 2- Boobs and Bitch Boyfriends

Series Masterlist

Pairing/s: Steve Harrington x Reader

Chapter Summary: As your visits to Family Video become weekly Steve finds his feelings for you only grow. As the weeks go on, he gets the chance to really know you (and meet your daughter), but now not only is there a fiancée in the way but he may have some more competition for your heart.

Steve can't seem to get you off his mind no matter how hard he tries. He's met and dated many beautiful and unique women but there's just something special about you. It's like a switch has been flipped inside his heart, that's set his whole world on fire and he doesn't ever want it to burn out. You consume his thoughts, he looks forward to every visit. He's even volunteered for my shifts, any extra chance to see you he will jump at it.

Robin tries desperately to lower his expectations and bring him back to reality, mentioning your fiancée and child over and over but its like it goes in one ear and out the other. He just cannot seem to let you go, all Robin manages to do is make his daydreams and infatuation painful. It hurts knowing how much he wants you but can't have you, he has nowhere to put his buckets of emotions.

It's another Friday afternoon when he next sees you. A van blasting heavy metal music peels into the carpark, parking in a messy way that has Steve rolling his eyes. What kind of miscreant is about to come in and ruin his peace and quiet. But instead of some drunk, tatted up emo he expecting its you that slips out of the passenger seat of the van. He takes in your flattering jeans, and admires the way they hug your hips as you lean through the van window to yell something.

When you turn around he almost dies that the low cut of your shirt, it's like you came right out of one of his dreams. You pull open the side sliding door and climb back into the van, for a minute he worries you're about to leave without coming in. But just as fast as you jumped in you're climbing back out. One arm has some films in it, the other is clutching a child.  Your child.

The bell on the door jingles as you walk through, and maybe he's just being extra delusional but he swears your eyes light up when you see him.

"Well hello there," Steve grins "did you enjoy the muppets?" he teases.

Instead of some funny sarcastic answer from you he's come to expect it's the little child in your arms that perks up "Yeah!" she cheers excitedly.

Steve grins at her near contagious joy. She's a cute kid (she must get that from you), though she doesn't really bear much of a resemblance to you looks-wise, she must take after the fiancée. Steve tries not to dwell on him too much.

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it little miss..." Steve pauses as he realises he doesn't actually know your daughters name.

"Introduce yourself sweetie," you smile so sweetly at both Steve and your child.

"I'm Cynthia, I'm four," she tells Steve before hiding in her mothers neck.

"Don't be shy sunshine, this is mummy's friend Steve," you tickle your daughter softly in the ribs and she lets out cute squeals of laughter. Steve smiles fondly at the scene, you make a great mum, and the sight of that is really not helping his infatuation.

You walk up to the counter and Steve's hit with this odd mix of smoke, weed and... flowers? He must show some kind of reaction because you're quick to try and apologise "I'm sorry about the smell, Luce can't seem to go five minutes without a smoke. I though the perfume would kind of cover it but I think I just made myself smell worse."

"No! Don't be sorry, I didn't mean to imply you smell or anything. I guess I just got used to the stale air and the bland scent of mothballs and dust, you smell good." Steve freezes as soon as the words fall out of his mouth, he can't bring himself to make eye contact with you and is quick to try and change the subject, "so your returns"

You place the films down on the counter and Steve goes to collect them, but the second Cynthia sees Steve try to pick up the muppets she starts fussing "No! My movie!" she whines.

"It's not your movie sweetheart, we just borrowed it. And now we get to pick out a new movie while we're here," you placate her, she perks up a bit but continues to glare at Steve.

He finds it kind of adorable, the little furrowed brow and pursed lip, he can tell she definitely got that from you.

"Okay your returns are all sorted, you can just go ahead and pick your next movies," and if Steve waived your late fees again that's nobody's business but his own.

"Okay sweet girl, do you wanna go pick a new movie?" you place a gentle kiss on her forehead before leaning to put her down, the little girl in turn just clings harder to you and points at the counter.

"No thankyou, I want that one," she wriggles in your arms and points harder at the muppets film they just returned.

"We've had that one a lot honey, don't you want to watch a different movie?"

Cynthia resolutely shakes her head and points again. You let out a weary sigh "I guess we'll be taking that one again."

"Gremlins!" Cynthia pokes at your cheek and your eyes light up with recognition.

"Oh that's right, Luce wants me to get gremlins. Thank you sweetheart," you duck into the aisles to hunt down the movie. Steve's about to go offer you some help, try to spend more time with you when you reappear clutching two films.

Gremlins and Elvira. "Is Elvira for your friend too?" Steve asks as he scans them.

"Hm?" you hum "oh no that ones for me, there's just something about her, ya know?"

Steve doesn't quite know what to make of that but before he can say anything else you're looking down at your watch and cursing, before looking guiltily at your daughter and telling her 'do not repeat that'.

"Sorry I've gotta run, Richie comes home tonight and I need to finish cleaning the house and making dinner before he arrives," you grab the three films from Steve and he can't help but notice the shift in attitude, you seem a bit sadder and little Cynthia looks... worried? "Thank you so much." With a wave from both you and Cynthia you're out the door and Steve's left already missing you.

This Richie guy sounds like kind of a dick, maybe Steve actually has a chance, he could treat you so much better then any guy that demands this weird kind of housewife obedience from such a kind busy woman and seems to scare his own kid.

Maybe he could just give you his number, even as friends, you're the one who called him a friend, it couldn't hurt to try...

But as he's heading to the door he notices you yelling something into the van and suddenly the drivers side door opens and Eddie Munson spills out, sauntering over to a bin to throw away a cigarette before ambling back over to the van and taking Cynthia from your arms. Cynthia lights up and begins giggling when he tosses her up in the air and spins her around.

Steve glances over to you and notices the love in your eyes and the fond smile on your lips and he can't help but wonder about your relationship with this guy.

Even if you were to leave this Richie, would you just be running into Eddie's arms?

[sukieros]

VALENTINE KILLER

(teaser) chapter one

Jungwon × Reader × Jake × Heeseung — A boy born in February, a guy who was made in February and a man who likes February. Who's the real Valentine Killer?

a story inspired by Cynthia Eden's U.S.A Best Selling Book, Die for Me: A Novel of the Valentine Killer.

SYNOPSIS: In which Y/N, a good student, gets involved in a tragedy she never expected to happen only because of meeting the new student. Detectives from their town, were later on standing in front of her for an unknown reason.

DISCLAIMER: Please bare with my incorrect spelling and grammars. I'm still learning and growing up from my mistakes. This story will be mentioning triggering images that included blood. Content contain mature themes and violence.

Killing is great.

The sun peeked through your curtains as the wind came along, dancing with them. You felt the heat of the sun rays kiss your face as you rubbed and squinted your tired eyes.

It's morning now, you thought. And you have to go to school, again. You have to admit it, you hate going to school because it's difficult to deal with voices and behaviors in highschool. The generation's mindset now a days are scary and disturbing and no one can lie about that.

“Y/N! You have to go to school now!!!” It's your brother, Jay Park, yelling downstairs. You let out a sharp grunt as your head throbbed from the books you read last night.

Your body doesn't want to get off from bed but you have no choice because you'll be skinned alive by your family if you will skip class this day.

You did try, but it never ended well.

Screams are lovely, especially when they're muffled.

You screamed at the top of your lungs when a frog suddenly leaped from your window.

“Mother fucking frog! You son of a bitch!” You let our deep curses as you kept hitting the frog with your pillow and the frog kept jumping around every corner of your bed making you scream and throw yourself in front of your window.

You saw a figure standing and it revealed Sunghoon — the middle child, with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face.

“Thought Monika can wake you up.” He said proudly. You frowned and pushed his face with your hands.

Frogs are cute.

He knew you hate frogs but this doesn't stop him from scaring you. “Good Lord, look what you've done on my bed!” You yelled and the door opened with a mad Jay holding the knob hardly.

“It's 6:45 now Y/N you need to move your ass up!” He spatted. You just rolled your eyes as the eldest ranted about how lazy you are.

“You should learn from this situation, young lady or else you'll be sent to Forger's All Girls Academy.” He said with a stern voice.

You hate being locked up in a school and your schedule being almost controlled by other people. This punishment will be the worst one of all.

“I'm moving.” You said with a lame tone because you're tired about arguing with your brothers.

You walked out of your room as Jay trailed your steps until you reached the dining room. Sunghoon was already there eating with Monika, his pet frog. Your face crumpled in disgust, “Can you at least put her in the cage?” You demanded but the middle child just rolled his eyes and stuffed his mouth with rice and spam.

“Where's Yeji?” Jay asked as he motioned you to sit down on the chair which you did. “Shisswhosppingsinheerwumm.” Sunghoon choked as he answered the elder's question.

“Don't talk when your mouth is full dumb ass.” You stated while filling your plate with rice and spam.

He coughed many times and chewed loudly before gulping the food. Jay just sighed at his behavior. “She's in her room still sleeping.” He properly answered and drank his water beside his plate.

“She should be up now. It's February 14 and she's always being loud about her date. What's taking her so long to get down?” Jay curiously asked.

“I'll go get her.” You said as you stood up from your seat and climb upstairs to see the youngest.

Roses are Red.

You knocked on your sister's door waiting for an answer to come in.

Violets are Blue.

Yeji didn't answered so you took the opportunity to open the door but your nose was welcomed by a very foul smell.

Sugar is sweet.

You thought she's busy gaming and she's wearing her headphones on but surprisingly, there's no one inside.

And so are you.

You scanned the room and you have no idea where she went to but your eyes suddenly settled on the pink door.

Red are Roses.

You were having suspicions now because your sister doesn't usually leave her bathroom door, closed. It's always open because she loves the odor of it.

Blues are Violets.

You slowly approached the pinkish door and the smell is getting more fetid and it felt like you want to puke.

Sweet as sugar.

This smell is familiar to you that it's sending you a lot of thoughts — scary thoughts. But you kept denying that this is not real and it's just a hallucination.

Just like you.

You can't help it now because the disturbing thoughts running in your mind is twisting your stomach over the edge.

Red bloody roses.

You stood in front the closed door and slowly knocked on it. No answer. You knocked again and still, no answer.

Blues in the toilet.

You twisted the door knob and the funky smell is getting stronger as you slowly pushed the door.

Skin covered in violet.

The door fully opened and your eyes were lost.

Bruises sweet like cigar.

Your eyes met a feet, swaying and floating. It's nails were violet and it's skin is very pale.

Knife on head like regal.

Your body tensed up as you slowly trailed your eyes above.

Frozen like the ice, covered in sweat like fire.

You met the eyes. No, her eyes. And yours were in tears as your jaw were hanging. You want to scream but you cannot even do it.

Broken into piece, your heart is what I desire.

“AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” You finally let out your screams in horror as you cried and sobbed in the bathroom.

The hanging body made you cry. No. Yeji made you cry because the body was hers. It's cold, pale and two knives were stabbed in her, one on her chest and one on her head— dried blood has deep trails on her fare skin.

Slits were all over her pale and bruised skin, five, no... six, no... eleven slits were all over her. A rose was stitched on her eyes.

“No!!! Noo!!!” you cried more in trauma as you looked at your poor sister's body.

“What happened!?!” Jay and Sunghoon came rushing in Yeji's room. The two were huffing in breaths as they both ran to your spot and only to be surprised by a sight they never wanted to see.

They were tensed and frozen at their spot while you're now on the ground crying hardly. “Yeji!!! Who did this to you!!!!! AHHHH!!!!” You screamed at the top of your lungs.

It was very ugly. You never know what did she do to deserved a state like this. “Call 911 now!!” Jay yelled at Sunghoon who's now crying too, mad and furious.

You were now getting dizzy as you let out your cry. Sirens were later heard around your neighborhood while Sunghoon and Jay were calming you and processing together what's happening. Jay decided to leave Yeji's body hanging for a while before the FBI comes to investigate the scene. He knows that it was the worst idea but it's not a good move to touch her body for some sort of reason.

“She was just in her room last night.” Sunghoon sobbed as he hugged you. “She even happily bragged about her high scores yesterday.” He added. Jay was silent the whole day because he was too shocked. Especially you who firstly witnessed the body.

This will forever be a nightmare to the three of you.

“We found your sister's heart in an ice box from your own back yard. I think the killer purposely threw it out there or he immediately threw it before someone can catch him doing a crime over the victim.”

Nice to meet you. - VK🌹 “Engraved on the victim's body.” A detective said as he showed Jay the photo. The eldest thought that it's better for you to stay with the uniform to be safe.

“Lucky for your other sister to not discover he body too late because if she did, a box will appear in your porch and send her the greatest PSTD because of VK.”

“Who's VK?” He curiously asked. “Valentine Killer.” The detective spoke.

And that ringed him a bell.

5 Years Later...

“New university, new life.” You said to yourself as your held the straps of your bag while entering the Decelis Academy.

Be aware of anyone you meet. Jay's voice lingered around your head. Yes, the three of you became more aware of what's going to happen after the incident that happened in that house, that old house you guys left behind.

And you marked those words inside you.

Do you think this is easy? No sweet sugar, you'll always be mine.

RIIINGG!!!

The school bell rang and students are now rushing to get inside their classrooms while you're still lost even though your reading your subject and class list.

“You need help?” A boy with cat eyes, blue hair and eyeglass came to you. You scanned him, but he looks harmless. “Oh, yeah. I'm lost.” You said while walking and he followed you. “What's your first period subject?” He asked.

You were hesitant at first but he's not gonna hurt you. Maybe not, maybe yes, you're not really certain. “Hmmmm ethics.” You said.

“Really? I'm going to that room too!” He said as he's smiling genuinely. “Great, now we're going there. I don't know how does this map works.” You scoffed. “I went to that room while ago, follow me.”

You have doubts but after walking, you finally reached the ethics room and gladly the teacher didn't yet arrived.

“I'm Jungwon.” He said. “Oh I'm Y/N.” You introduced yourself.

“Nice to meet you.” Jungwon smiled.

Those words were familiar and it made you looked at his eyes and they were blank stare. His smile is different and it's sending you chills but you don't know why.

I'm not gonna let my guard down. You said in your mind.

“Nice to meet you too.” You replied back.

You can't runaway from me. Never. Again.

Oiiii, thank you for reading! I recommend you to read the novel, it's really thrilling! <3 I'll post my master list soon!

[primaphomet]

Are YOU 🫵 a fan of seeing how other people's characters change over time due to style and design evolution? Well, you're in luck! I happen to be sitting on four (4) redraws AND redesigns of old TMNT characters that were created around 2014 and never saw the light of day ever since! Below are the images and my general thoughts!

For each redraw I tried to reference the general shapes of the original drawings while still using my current artstyle. For the redesigns I gave myself full creative control with the goal of still maintaining the original concept/soul of the characters. I basically wanted them to look better in every way but still recognizable :D

First up is Cynthia!

- I'm 90% sure she was a blue-lined skink. As far as I know none of these characters were ever colored, I couldn't find any old drawings of them that weren't anything but pencil, but I somehow have their general color palettes engraved into my brain?? I remembered her being blue with blonde hair and stripes, so I rolled with that.

- Going into this I had the idea of making them a DnD-esque team, each with specific roles. I later decided to lean into a steampunk aesthetic, so Cynthia got to be a mechanic! She would provide support to the main fighters, while also providing items through crafting. She could also, like, throw a wrench or something idk

- Her design may or may not have been inspired by Helga from the Atlantis movie 😳

Next is Kaida!

- How did I even come up with these names? I must have scrolled through a baby name database until something jumped out because there's NO cohesion 😭

- Also wow a green snake how original 😑 We're just gonna go with the smooth green snake for simplicity's sake. I hung onto Kaida a bit longer than the others so she might have made it to digital art, but I sadly have nothing from before 2016 saved. I kept the redraw color bright because what teenager didn't go crazy with the saturation? For the redesign, however, I desaturated the green to make it go better with the brown. I also turned the hair into gorgon-like locs, as well as giving them light green "eyes" and "underbellies" to mimic gorgon hair

- Now I love snake people as much as the next person, but the biologist in my heart always hated that they just have. arms. You know what fixes that? SICK ASS BIONIC ARMS!!! ALSO, since snakes are know to be very stealthy and good at getting in and out of tight places, Kaida would excel at sneaking around, possibly to set traps or plant poisons? 👀So she obviously needed a wicked gas mask to pair.

Next is Sage!

- Idk why but she was the only one to have a mask?? Anyways she's a horned lizard that I distinctly remember having red hair. Overall her design changed the least because it honestly looked the best out of the four of them.

- If this were a fantasy universe Sage would have been the team magic user, but since this isn't that I leaned towards a researcher/archivist. She would be the one in the academic trenches, digging up clues and utilizing information in dungeons. I'm debating whether to have overt or even subtle "mysticism" in this universe (like ROTTMNT), so maybe she'll pull a Luz Noceda and use scrolls to channel powers.

- For her outfit I was getting big "mid 1900s academic craze" vibes, so I went with Fallout-esque active wear. Look out men, a woman is wearing pants!

Last is Asya!

- Asya went through the most drastic change by far. Not only did she have a fuck-ass hairstyle, but I genuinely could not remember her species or color scheme. Like wow a lizard with spots? What a marvel! I only remember her having grey-brown hair 😔 Looking at her pupils and round fingers/toes I THINK she might have been a tokay gecko? But I heard the call of the leopard gecko and I answered it willingly... So she got a cute crop, a chunky tail, and actual leopard marks instead of uniform dots.

- Having a long-range hitter would complete the team balance, so I went with a gunslinger to keep up the steampunk vibes. I was most inspired by fantasy western fashion and also maybe Ada Wong 😳 My brother actually helped me design the guns because I know fuckall about them. My original design referenced Bayonetta's guns because double barrels sound sick as hell, then he pointed me towards Nero's gun from DMC to make it look actually functional.

Aaand that's it! I hope you enjoyed this little analysis; I think it's useful and also a little fun to justify my choices made when designing a character, sort of like an art critique without the stress! Let me know your thoughts!

[oceandiagonale]

OC Sunday is back!! I've been a little hesitant to send anything because I know you've been doin a LOT lately and didn't want to overwhelm you, but seeing people talk about their OCs got me excited enough to get over my nervousness ksjdhf. I mostly wanna talk about her because her relationship towards Volo is so vastly different from Gene's relationship with him and it's fascinating to me!

Without further ado, here she is! Her name is Alessandra, and she was who I played with during my first PLA Playthrough. She's also who I played during my Brilliant Diamond playthrough, sooo she's canonically pulled from my Brilliant Diamond world post-championship and saving the world. She's chipper, spunky, and determined to see the best in people no matter what.

Having come from a much gentler world though, she was... not prepared for the trials Hisui would throw at her. She ended up getting some kind of scar for every Noble fight I had trouble with (as well as a marking from Arceus when she got eebie-deebied).

Over her time in Hisui, she started losing some of her memories from Sinnoh- and though she tried to hide it, this freaked her out to NO end. The only person who knew was Volo, who she immediately got attached to because of how much he resembled Cynthia who she had seen as a big sister figure before her fall.

When the Red Sky spread across Hisui, she willingly left the village to try and find out how to fix things. Volo quickly joined her, amd her gratitude towards him only grew. As they went to contact the Lake Spirits, Mespirit sensed that there was something wrong with the vibes and tried to warn her, but she didn't listen.

And then, well... the confrontation at the Temple happened. Alessandra was so in shock that she thought it had to be a nightmare, some remnant of her memories of when she fought Cyrus trying to taint her current life. But it was soon clear enough that it was reality, no matter how unbelievable it was to her. Through tears and confusion, she sent out her Typloshion and the fight began.

After a long drawn out battle, her Leafeon almost dying after jumping in the way of Giratina's surprise strike aimed directly at her, Volo was defeated. She had won, but she couldn't even bring herself to speak. She simply sat there, the rest of her injured team huddled around her to protect her with the last of their strength, but it was unnecessary. By the time she snapped back to reality, Volo was gone, the plate he had been taunting her with left in his place.

Alessandra spent the next several weeks despondent, a total opposite to her normal self. Eventually she got herself together enough to do missions again, and there she encountered Volo again in the Solaceon Ruins. They argued back and forth for a while about whether this world was still salvagable and capable of change, and Alessandra offered to help Volo find a place in the world again if he helped her in contacting Arceus. She had never admitted it, but she had her own frustrations with Arceus dropping her here away from everything she'd ever known and knew if anyone could help her get answers, it was him.

Now the two have an awkward, uneasy alliance- Volo still confused on why she would offer him kindness after everything he'd done, and Alessandra just relieved to know that not everything Volo had done was a facade and that the man she'd grown to see as a brother was still in there.

TLDR;

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, HER DESIGN, HER STORY, 100% WOULD READ MORE ABOUT HER IN A HEARTBEAT 😭😭😭😭

I'm so glad she got to meet volo after everything, it's so 👁️👁️🥊🥊🥊🥊 that we NEVER get to see him again in game and like, resolve anything, and it's like so unfulfilling, so MAN thank goodness her story actually has some catharsis and healing in it 😭😭😭😭😭���🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕

also her character design is literally just so cute, the freckles being from arceus is such a unique take on a blessing mark, just 🥺🥺🥺

[cultofbeatles]

parts of pattie boyd’s book wonderful tonight that involved george that stuck out to me:

pattie didn't have any of the beatles records at first and only bought please please me since she was going to be in their film 

“on first impressions, john seemed more cynical and brash than the others, ringo the most endearing, paul was cute, and george, with velvet brown eyes and dark chestnut hair, was the best looking man i’d ever seen.”

during a lunch break pattie and george sat next to each other and were both very shy 

george asked pattie “will you marry me?” and after she laughed he said, “well, if you won't marry me, will you have dinner with me tonight?” and she turned him down.

she deadass invited george to hang out with her and her boyfriend at the time.

pattie and george are both pisces.

once reshoots for the film were happening george asked pattie about her boyfriend, she said she had dumped him, and george once again asked her for dinner. she accepted this time.

brian epstein joined them for their first date.

they sat side by side and were too scared to even hold the others hand.

george got along great with pattie’s family.

pattie liked cynthia lennon but found her difficult to make friends with. 

“she wasn't like my friends, who enjoyed a giggle and some fun: she was rather serious, and often, i thought, behaved more like john’s mother than wife.”

there was a rumor that john and pattie were having an affair and pattie worried cynthia believed it. it wasn't true.

maureen cox (ringo’s girlfriend) was another beatles girl that pattie had a hard time being friends with. but said that she was “jolly and friendly, more relaxed than cynthia.”

pattie got along best with jane asher but saw her the least.

“i felt there was definitely a north-south divide among the wives and girlfriends. and i had the definite impressions that the girls from the north (maureen and cynthia) felt they has a prior clam to the boys.” okay shade, we see you. 

(talking about going on holiday with john, cynthia, and george) “it was a good way to split the group. john and paul were the closest in some ways and immensely creative together, but they clashed if they were in each other’s pockets for too long.”

george asked pattie to cut his hair while on holiday and one of the cleaners found his hair and kept it. 

(talking about george) “he was so beautiful and so funny.”

once a “weird looking man” tried to force his way into pattie and george’s house. pattie thought he was either a salesman or a jehovahs witness. it turns out it was paul in disguise. 

george said the only place he got peace was in the bathroom of his hotel suite.

pattie got a lot of letters saying that if she didn't leave george there would be a curse put on her.

 pattie’s cleaner was a male ballet dancer and “a terrific duster.”

pattie would count the days till george came back. once he jumped into the bed early in the morning to wake her up. 

those two would deadass not lock their doors and were surprised that clothes were going missing...what is with older generations and not locking their doors i -

george would be in the studio from 11 am - 11 pm. sometimes midnight. 

george’s mom loved when john would visit and would always ask him for an “upper.”

when john lennon is your drug dealer.

pattie wasn't a good cook but was optimistic.

“i loved listening to him (play guitar), loved the sound of the guitar in the house. sometimes i would start to talk and he'd be so deep in thought about the lyrics or the melody he was writing that he wouldn't answer. we’d be the same room but he wasn't really with me: he was in his head.”

pattie developed a kidney disorder.

(talking about the beatles dynamic) “in many aspects they were still children. they had few real friends apart from each other, and when they were asked questions they could answer as one - they were so much on each other’s wavelength. if one went to a gallery opening, they all went; if one bought a new car or new house, they all did. if one seemed in danger of taking himself too seriously, the others knocked it out of him.”

one evening george stopped the car and said, “let’s get married. i'll speak to brian.” they went to brian’s house, george went inside, and when he came back in the car he said, “brian says it’s okay. will you marry me? we can get married in january.”

briannnnnnn, is it my turn to get married yet pleaseeeee

pattie invited her absent father to their wedding but he did not come.

at the train station everyone left cynthia behind as she was carrying the suitcases and john was carrying nothing. peter brown had to go back and get her. 

pattie’s quote from the lsd in the coffee moment is hilarious to me. “you've just had lsd. it was in the coffee.” john lennon: “how dare you fucking do this to us?”

pattie and george didn't go to brian’s funeral in liverpool but george sent one single sunflower.

pattie stopped modeling because george didnt like it. and she felt like she lost a part of herself.

maureen was afraid of flies.

during the India trip, mia farrow told john that maharishi was inappropriate with her and john wanted everyone leave after that.

after India george and pattie’s relationship changed.

(talking about george) “some days he would be all right, but on others he seemed withdrawn and depressed. this was new: he had never been depressed before, but there was nothing i could do. it wasn't about me, but i found that my moods started to mirror his...so bad indeed, that at times i felt almost suicidal. i don't think i was ever in any real danger of killing myself, but i got as far as working out how i would do it: i would put on a diaphanous ossie clark dress and jump off beachy head.”

george became more obvious about his cheating. it hurt pattie.

george was gaslighting her.

cilla black was staying at george and pattie’s house and was uncomfortably close to george so pattie left. six days latter george called to tell her the girl was gone and she could come home.

“..but my ego was too fragile and i couldn't see it as anything other than betrayal. i felt unloved and miserable.”

“jane asher came home unexpectedly from new york and found another woman in the house, an american girl - and did what i should probably have done with george...”

george would start to talk about his feelings about paul or john but would stop bc he never wanted to admit that he felt left out. 

“we had once been so close, so honest and open with each other. now a distance had developed between us..”

(about yoko contributing to the beatles break up) “the four had never allowed anyone into the recording studios with them, but yoko not only sat by john throughout every session, he consulted her about the music they were making, which upset paul.”

during the let it be sessions there was a time with george and paul got in a fist fight and george left.

the same day john told George he was leaving the beatles, george’s mom told him she was ill and in critical condition.

i love that she vibe checked george. “he was bringing home bad vibes.”

george continued cheating and they continued arguing.

“my diary is full of entries about my unhappiness and the disintegration of our relationship.”

john came to visit george and pattie’s new mansion and said that it was so dark he didn't know how they could live in it, and george recommended that he took of his sunglasses.

eric clapton being a piece of shit and saying “if you won't be with me pattie i will become addicted to heroin.”

pattie said the only thing she had left was cooking and george took that away.

the couple was suppose to go on holiday together but george cancelled last minute bc he didn't want to go with her. he ended up going to spain.

“when i challenged him, he denied it and tried once again to make me feel as though i was paranoid.”

i'm not even...the whole fucking story of the george and maureen affair PISSES ME OFF more than i can describe. maybe i’ll make a whole other post but omfg i'm fuming. fuck them bothhhh. they deserve no rights.

george harrison, mere days before their wedding anniversary: “let’s get a divorce this year.” what an amazing new years resolution jerk.

ringo offered pattie a job.

when george told ringo about the affair pattie was so mad she dyed her hair red. 

george loved pattie’s little brother and was his role model but he wouldn't come to the man’s wedding even though he was invited.

the night pattie told george she was leaving him george came to bed in sadness and said, “don't go.”

“i'm going.”

george invited pattie to dhani’s eighteenth birthday party bc she “had to be there. she was family.”

george had become more of an older brother to her now.

pattie had learned about john’s death from eric clapton and immediately went to the beatles office in london to hang out with everyone there.

(after finding out about george’s death) “i couldn't bare the thought of a world without george. when i left him for eric, he had said that if things didn't work out, ever, i could always come to him and he would look after me. it was such a selfless, loving, generous thing to say and it had always been tucked away at the back of my mind. now that sense of security had gone.”

the last time they saw each other was when george called saying he wanted to visit her new cottage and see her.

pattie didn't go to his funeral nor did she go to the memorial concert that took place a year later. but she spent that day high on the mountains thinking of george. “i was happy to mourn him alone and in my own way.”

she would have dreams of george after his death. “oh george, it’s so wonderful that you are alive after all, this is so fabulous; i knew they had all made a mistake.”

and then she’d wake up.

[raevenlywrites]

Dasi High, for really reals

Finally got a first chapter I actually like!

I walked an expanse of endless sand. The night desert air carried hints of spice and stone and worried at my exposed skin with cutting cold teeth. I shivered and rubbed my arms in annoyance. This part of the dream was getting old.

But I knew that just over that dune lay a fire, and around the fire, figures danced.

Their long shadows cast out like the tails of an inverse sun, snapping and cracking like dark twins to the flames they danced around. Music made of wind and whispers pulled at me, urged me to come down, come dance, become a shadow.

I’d never once made it down to the circle.

I didn’t dream this scene every night, but I’d dreamt it often enough to be annoyed with its tantalizing tease. If I didn't’ waste so much time on the stupid sands, I might finally get to see who danced in that circle. A figure always broke off, coming to meet me half way, and though I got a little closer every time--

“It’s the top of the hour, and you’re listening to WKSR!”

I smashed my hand against the alarm clock, wishing I could hurl it into the dreamscape’s flames.

Never make a song you love your alarm tone, unless you’re ready to hate that song forever. That goes double if its from show you used to really love, but now associate with rage and dreamus interruptus and can never watch again. I flopped forcefully back against my pillow, tempted as always to just go back to sleep. What was out here for me in this world of pop songs and overly enthusiastic radio announcers?

Plenty, was the answer, and after a while the ennui of waking left me, and I rolled out of bed to wash the sand of sleep from my eyes. - “Hey.”

I looked up to see Brass standing in front of my desk, something held to his chest. Since it was neither latte nor donut, it was hard to muster interest in it this early in the morning. When he set the crusty old book down on my desk like it was supposed to mean something, I just stared up at him.

“Since when do you read?” I teased. Picking on Brass was one of the constants in my world. Sky was blue, grass was green, Brass and I bickered and teased.

He gave me a half-hearted smirk, but I could tell he was distracted. I leaned back in my chair, cocking my head in what I hoped was a sympathetic manner. This was why we hadn’t worked as a couple. Teasing I got. Real emotions? They seemed weird between me and Brass. And it was way too early for it. Best to just let him get it off his chest and get it over with.

He drew a deep breath in through his nose, reminding me way to much of all the times he’d started “a talk”. It was hard not to get automatically defensive.

“So you know how my mom runs that homeopahtic shop or whatever?”

I nodded, biting my tongue to keep from interrupting him. We’d been friends since diapers. I knew his mom as well as I knew my own. Maybe better. “Aunt” Cynthia was way cooler than my stick in the mud mom. And her shop carried some of the coolest stuff. Suddenly this rusty crusty Giles-like book got a lot more interesting.

“What’s with the Necronomicon?”

“It’s not a--“

He cut off, his mouth twisting in that sideway grimace that made his nose scrunch. I hated that I still thought it was cute. I distracted myself from it by flipping open the tome. “Tome” had a lot better ring to it. Yeah, I was liking this tome more and more.

“Apparently it’s a grimoire. Mom likes to collect them for old recipes and stuff, but this one...”

His fidgeting was enough to ruin the mystical communion I was trying to have with my cool new book. I propped my face on a fist, giving him a sort of “spill it” gesture with my eyebrows. I did a lot of talking with my eyebrows. I had expressive eyebrows, worked hard to get ‘em that way. They were kind of my signature thing now. I hoped. Too cool to speak. Talk to the brows. Yeah.

Brass wilted under my killer gaze, reaching down to flip a page in the book. I felt weirdly protective of it, annoyed that he’d dared touch it--even though it was his book. Just because he’d put it on my desk didn’t mean he was giving it to me.

“I thought you should have it,” he said, seeming to echo my thoughts. I felt immediately embarrassed and empowered at the idea. Heck yeah, bow before my cool mind powers--but ick, stay out of my thoughts. Especially since I still kind of like you. Double ick.

“Brass, what about this crusty old book makes you think I should have it?”

When in doubt, pretend you don’t want it. Lessons learned from Sassy the Cat of Homeward Bound fame.

“Cause you’re crusty old news!”

Izzy wrapped her hands around Brass’s arm, giving me her “trying too hard to be cute” nose-wrinkled grin. Brass’s nose wrinkle was better. But hers was cute, I could admit. Much easier to admit since I knew her passes at Brass didn’t mean anything. Izzy didn’t want to date him any more than I had. She’d just been smart enough to say no when he’d asked. Which made him more fun to flirt with now, I guess. I dunno. The mind of an Izzy is a mystery.

“No,” Brass said tightly, trying on the new tactic of “ignore the PDA”. Good for him. The blushing had been cute, but it made him look easy to rile. More fun to tease. Stoic man, that was the way.

“I thought she should have it because--“

“The vibes!” Dani invited themself in our conversation and I tried not to sigh. I loved my friends, I really did. We were tight, tighter than family. But now they were going to chat all through homeroom and there would be no coffee, no book, no ten minute nap. My desk had become socializing central.

“It’s the vibes, right?” Dani insisted, helping themself to my book. I let out a protest as they picked it up, but too little too late. They turned the book over and over, as if looking for a review or pricetag or something. “This thing totally has spooky vibes, just like our Ki.”

“It’s because she’s a Scorpio.” Oh great. Landon had invited himself over too. Party and Kiesha’s desk. “Scorpio’s exude a mysterious energy. But they’re secretly big cry babies.”

I stuck my tongue out at Landon-the-know-it-all, but he ignored me.

“No,” Brass insisted, taking his book back once again. He spread it out over my desk again, opening it back to that same page. It looked like a family tree. He ran a finger over the lines, indicating a very familiar name.

“It’s because it’s literally got her name on it.”

Everyone leaned in, casting an actual shadow on the page they crowded so close. It made the age-faded ink even harder to parse, but the “Kiesha” Brass had indicated was plain enough.

My book.

The urge to close it up and clutch it to my chest nearly overwhelmed me. Instead I leaned away, ostensibly to let everyone else get a better look. In truth, I hated ever looking too interested in anything. I had always been so obnoxious with my interests as a child. I never let anyone see anymore when I was really into something. Always play it cool.

But the book called to me, and the more I held myself back from it, the more I wanted to pour through its pages, discover its secrets. It was my book. It had my name on it. Fate had sent it to me.

My friend’s chattered turned to white noise in my ear. Distantly, I caught snatches of “where did you get it?” and “that’s so cool!” but all I could really hear was the pounding of my own heart in my ears. It felt like drums, dusky and ancient, and more important than anything else that might happen that day. Damn you, Brass, for giving me something so cool at the start of the school day. This was going to taunt me all day, just like that stupid fire circle.

I swooned as the beat of my heart joined the whispers of smoke and song. A hand on my shoulder made me jump. I blinked up into Brass’s concerned face.

“Ki? You okay?”

I nodded, shaky and shaken. I needed some air.

“Skipped breakfast. Could one of you snag me something from the vending machines?”

Izzy nodded and hopped off, knowing Brass would be completely distracted by concern for my well-being now. He still hovered like a protective mother hen, even though we’d broken up months ago. Talk about your brooding hero. Dani pulled Landon away and I sent a silent thank you to them for wrangling their snotty boyfriend. Landon was a great study buddy, but he had the personality of Metamusil. Good for you, probably, when you were ancient. We were too young and cool for his old man routine.

Brass crouched down by my desk so I didn’t have to crane up at him.

“Are you really good?”

I nodded, letting myself rest my head on his shoulder. Brass was a constant, weird ex or not. He’d been childhood friend longer than he’d been my... whatever we’d been, and enough time had passed that I could let myself take comfort from him again.

“Sorry about the book thing. I can--“

“It’s great.”

I cut him off before he could finish whatever he’d been about to say. I wasn’t about to let my “be cool” rule part me from my book. I pulled back to better look at him.

“I do really like it, weirdness or not. Thanks for thinking of me.”

“Of course.”

He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead, then stood and beat a retreat to his side of the classroom. Izzy came back with a Coke and some donut sticks, and I slid the book into my bag before any sticky accidents could befall it.

[ebthecelebrity]

Sometimes the Grass is Greener on the Other Side Because it’s Fake

Introducing Brenda and Her Insecurities…...

Brenda stares at herself in a full length mirror. She turns to the left then to the right, eyeing her booty. She sucks her teeth and sighs. “Ugh, why did my mama give me her flat ass!” She walks off in disgust and plops down on the sofa. She grabs her phone and opens up Instagram and the first picture she sees on her timeline is a chocolate IG Model in an orange bikini on a yacht. She clicks on her profile and scrolls only to see more half naked pictures of this model’s voluptuous shape.

“Her ass can’t be real,” she mumbles to herself.

She clicks off and continues to scroll her timeline. She sees her high school classmate with his two kids playing at a park, a photo of some cute puppies, and The Shaderoom’s petty commentary on rapper Bow Wow. She cuts her phone off and walks into the bedroom to find her boyfriend, Keith, laying on the bed scrolling on his phone. He was zoned in.

“What are we doing today?” she asks. He continues to scroll his phone.

“Keith!”

“Huh?” he replies startled.

“What are we going to do today? Did you want to go out to eat at that new restaurant off 49th Ave?”

“I mean...I thought we could hit up the beach later. You know, pack the cooler with some drinks and maybe get something to eat out there.” Keith replies.  

Brenda shrugs her shoulders. “Okay, I guess that’s cool.”

Keith smiles and grabs on her leg playfully. “Put on that sexy swimsuit you bought last summer, you know the black one.”

Brenda rolls her eyes. “Naaaaah, I’ll just put on some shorts. I’ll save that one for another time,” she replies.

She walks out the bedroom and goes back to the full length mirror and analyzes her body again. Truth is, she didn’t like it and definitely not in a bikini. She imagines her pancake shaped booty and A cupped breast looking pitiful in the midst of DD’s and Georgia peaches flaunting in the hot sun. Keith tells her all the time that she is beautiful, that he loves her body, but she just can’t seem to believe him. They’ve been together for two years but till this day, there are many times that she caught his eyes wandering. The beach was just a playground for her feelings to get played with under his dark shades. She truly resents going there but in order to keep the peace this Saturday, she agrees to his suggestion.

“I think my butt getting big, butt getting big, butt getting big…..” The song loudly blasts out of the bedroom. “Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it….” Brenda silently listens to Keith watch “The Buss It Challenge” on his phone. It’s the new tik tok dance challenge where women appear raggedy looking at first with bonnets, pajamas, no makeup, etc. and then they drop down and twerk in the camera made up with hair, makeup and form fitting clothing. Brenda knew you had to have something to twerk in order to participate. She saw women of all races do the challenge and pop their ass on the gram, gaining likes and lust. She heard whatever video Keith was watching loop in replay three times. Before she knew it, a tear rolled down her right cheek. She quickly wipes it away.

It’s been two weeks since Keith and Brenda’s beach outing. Brenda is now sitting in an exam room, waiting to be seen by a doctor. She nervously tugs at her shirt and looks around the room. A few seconds later, a short gray haired doctor walks in and introduces himself.

“Brenda London?” He asks.

Brenda nods her head. “Yes.”

“Hi, I’m Dr. Castlerock. Nice to meet you. What brings you in today?”

Brenda takes a deep breath and replies, “Well, I want a consultation on a Brazilian Butt Lift.”  

On the drive back home, she calls Keith.

“I scheduled it for August 16th,” she says.

“Brenda, why would you do this to yourself? I told you, I love every inch of you. It’s unnecessary man.”

She could sense the disappointment in his voice. “I don’t like every inch of me Keith! Why can’t you just support me?”

“I want to support you in everything you do, but this is not it. Where is your self love?” he replies.

“I got self love, and that’s why I’m doing it.”

“So you’re really just going to disregard how I feel about your natural body? Don’t I tell you all the time how beautiful you are?”

Brenda remained silent.

“And what about the cost? Isn’t it expensive?” He asks.

“I have cashed out my 401K.” she replies.

“Wow.” Keith replies.

“Listen, my butt has bothered me my whole life. I want to be the woman you lust after on Instagram. I want to be the bad bitch in the bikini!” Brenda cries. “You say you love my natural body, but you’ll love this even more.”

“Aight Brenda, do you. You’ve made up your mind. I just don’t understand, and I never will. I don’t lust after those females. I lust after you. I love you.” Keith replies.

Brenda bits her bottom lip and holds back tears. “I got to focus on the road Keith. I’ll see you when I get home.”

They both disconnect the call and Brenda lifelessly stares out the windshield of her car.

It’s now August 21st and Brenda can’t sit, drive, properly shower, or even have sex. She’s currently lying on her stomach on the couch, watching tv in a compression garment to help reduce swelling and discomfort. This week has consisted of strong pain meds, tears and a little regret.  Even with his disapproval, Keith agreed to be her caretaker for the next two weeks.  He walks out the kitchen area and hands her a small bag of Lay’s potato chips.

Brenda grunts in discomfort while lifting up off the couch a little to grab them. “Thanks”, she says.

Keith looks at her in an emotionless stare. “I got to make a few runs. You good?” he asks.

“Uh yeah, how long will you be out?” Brenda replies.

“I’m not sure.” Keith grabs his fitted cap from the back of the bedroom door and walks towards the front door.

“Okay, well be sa…” Before Brenda could get out “safe”, he had already slammed the door and walked out. The past few months leading up to the surgery had been difficult between them two. It’s like all the love and admiration Keith had for her went out the window. They had not really been intimate and he refused to discuss the BBL. Brenda yearns to get the man she fell in love with two years ago back. She feels that as soon as her recovery is here within a week or so and he sees her new curvy ass, they will bounce back. He will not be able to keep his hands off her. She smiles while envisioning the make up sex they will soon have and how things can get back to normal. Her phone rings. It’s her best friend, Sadie.

“Hey girl, what’s up?” Brenda answers.

“Girl….” Sadie reponses with a pause.

“What?” Brenda sits her upper body up in attention.

“I just saw Keith with a bitch.”

“Say what?!” Brenda tries to get up off the couch but suddenly feels a sharp pain in her upper left thigh. “Owww oh my God.”

“Take it easy girl, I did not want to call you with this shit, but you know I took pics of the evidence. Sending the pics now.” Sadie assures.

Brenda’s phone alerts with the text message. She quickly opens it up and clicks on the picture of Keith and a random girl hugged up outside of a gas station. Her mouth drops open and she’s in disbelief. The random woman has the biggest smile on her face while he holds her close and has both of his hands palming her booty.  Sadie yells the words right out of Brenda’s own mouth.

“How the hell is he going to cheat on you with a flat booty bitch?!”

Introducing Trevor and His Enviness…..

“Aye excuse me Sir, can you take this pic for me real quick?” Trevor hands his iphone X to a stranger walking by who agrees to snap a pic of him in front of a silver 2020 Mercedes Benz S 560. It’s valet parked outside of the Ritz Carlton Hotel downtown. The man snaps the pic of Trevor and hands him back the phone. Trevor looks at the pic for a hot second and smiles.

“Thanks man,” Trevor says.

The man nods his head and replies, “No problem bro, that’s a nice whip you have!”

Trevor is a little startled by the compliment but replies back. “Uh yeah man thank you.”

“Those are going for like $100k.  I’m sure it rides nice.” The man stares at the car in admiration.

Trevor nodded his head in agreement. “Oh yeah man, it’s laced out inside.”

“So dope, I’m trying to get like you one day bro,” the man says. “Take care and stay up.”

“You too.” Trevor replies.

Trevor waits until the man walks out of view and walks the opposite direction. He hurriedly walks two blocks down the street and stops at the bus station. He takes a seat on the bench and pulls out his phone. He pulls up the picture of him in front of the Benz on Instagram and captions “Just dropped 100 bands on the new whip. Talk to me nice.”  He clicks upload and chuckles to himself. The city bus loudly pulls up and comes to a screeching halt at Trevor’s feet. He jumps up off the bench and gets on it to go home.

That next morning, Trevor wakes up to a loud vacuum outside his bedroom door. The door bursts open.  He jumps up startled and rubs the cold out of his squinted eyes.

‘Really Mom?!” he says groggily.

His mom frowns her face and rolls her eyes. “It’s time to get up!” she says loudly over the vacuum. Trevor sighs loudly and rolls over to the edge of the bed. His mom, Cynthia cuts off the vacuum and looks at him annoyingly.

“If you don’t get a job by the end of this week, you gotta get out,” Cynthia says.

“This week?” Trevor asks, confused.

“This week is what I said. All you do is sleep in late and eat up all my damn food,” she replies.

“Ahhh man. Mom, you got to give me a little more time than that. Getting a job doesn’t happen overnight.”

“I don’t know who you think you are, but you are 30 years old still living with me and unemployed. You are not too good to drop them fries at Wendy’s down the street. I told you they were hiring last week and you still refused to put in an application,” Cynthia says. “I’ve had enough!”

Trevor sucks his teeth. “Man, I’m not working at no Wendys. I’ll figure something out,” Trevor replies.

“You got 5 days and I mean it,” Cynthia replies. She angrily cuts the vacuum back on and rolls it out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Trevor stares at the wall for a minute, in an effort to fully wake up. He has no desire to work at Wendy’s. In his eyes, it was not good enough. He decided to get up and look online for a job. He pulls his laptop out of the closet and begins his search with indeed.com.

“Hmmm...desired salary range? $75,000 a year will do,” He says to himself.

Upon clicking search, he finds a lot of great paying jobs with benefits but the catch 22 is, they all require previous experience. Trevor has a high school diploma. After failed attempts to get into very prestigious universities, he was unable to secure an acceptance. His mother begged him to attend the local Community College to start off with his electives, but he felt that was not good enough. Trevor had dreams of becoming a journalist. He enjoyed writing and he used to record his own radio show for leisure. In High School, his grades were just not up to par for some of the schools he applied for. This discouraged him, and he never thought twice about going back to school. That was 12 years ago, and he has since worked dead end jobs and has yet to move out of his mother’s house. He became somewhat of a hermit, not engaging with friends and family. He secludes himself from everyone. His social media shows that he is a successful businessman residing in Atlanta, but in reality, he is broke, depressed and his mother still makes his bed.

After 30 minutes of searching online, his frustration grows and he slams his laptop closed. There is no way he can work at Wendy’s.  He fears that his fabulous lifestyle would be exposed by running into anyone he knew. He opens up his Instagram and looks at his profile.

“532 likes?! Haha, that’s crazy,” he says to himself while admiring the photo of him in front of the luxury Benz from last night.  He then scrolls his timeline to find a picture of a black suit and purple tie that someone had laid out on a plush hotel bed.  He screenshots the picture and opens his profile up again. He captions “Rise and Grind. #GoodMorning.” and uploads it. He then puts his phone down and prepares to take a shower.  He opens up his dresser drawer and pulls out a pair of blue boxer briefs. They had a hole in the back.

“Damnit!” He yells and slams the drawer.

Three days have now passed and Trevor is in his room playing his Playstation. His mother, Cynthia busts in his room.

“It’s Thursday young man and I’m not playing with you. Have you found a job?” She demands.

Trevor doesn’t take his eyes off the game and responds. “I’ve applied to a few places Ma, can you give me some time? I can’t just find a job in a week like that.”

“You’re lazy! And I want you out tomorrow! You better go stay with your cousin or something. I am no longer taking care of a man child,” she replies.

Trevor pauses the game.

“Ma, are you really going to kick out your only son? I’m really trying.”

Cynthia throws an empty box at him. “Pack some things. It’s time for you to grow up,” she replies.

She walks out the room. Trevor just knew he couldn’t live with his cousin Maurice. He still owes Maurice $500 from weeks ago. He truly had nowhere to go. Finally, years of misleading people with untruthful social media posts, borrowing money without repayment, not willing to work low wage jobs, and trying to keep up with the Jones’ has suddenly come crashing down. In desperation, he opens up his computer and types in “PPP Loan.” He reads where he will need a legitimate business to qualify and knows the consequences. This fictitious lifestyle has pretty much caught up with him but now he’s desperate.  He wants the car, the money, the clout…. He clicks on the SBA website and begins to fill out an application.

[sweetlilpaulie]

The Magical and Mysterious Wishing Well Pt.II

Request for a Pt. II w/ angst. I’m really sorry guys.

George X Reader

Caution: Language, misty eyes (maybe, depends on your mood)

~~~

The boys had just gotten back to the studio, and started recording again. Cynthia had to go back home, get ready for work, and so (y/n) was left alone with the boys, Eppy and George Martin.

She couldn’t believe her eyes. She was the first outsider to hear these songs. She watched intently, listening to each take, each change, each improvement and each step towards the song she knew would be a #1 hit in a few months. 

“I think I'm gonna be sad, I think it's today, yeah. The girl that's driving me mad, Is going away.”

She closed her eyes, getting lost in their voices, tapping her foot gently on the carpeted floor. 

“My baby don’t care,                                                                                               My baby don’t care,                                                                                                 My baby don’t care,                                                                                                 My baby don’t care...”

(y/n)’s eyes opened once they had finished and they immediately landed on the shy Beatle, who was looking at her, amusement in his own eyes.

“Excellent. We’re done for today, you can go home now.”

The boys let out a cheer, and escaped the room, taking themselves outside. (y/n) found herself following them out into the chilly breeze. 

“So, how’d we do?” George questioned her.

“Excellent. I have a feeling that song’s gonna be legendary.”

“You think so?”

Oh, I know so, honey.

“Yeah, I really do.”

He smiled.

She smiled back.

“George, a light if you please?” Paul had come out of nowhere, fag between his lips. George, clumsily shoved a hand in his pocket, in search for his lighter. Unfortunately, before he could grab it, it fell out of his pocket. 

He picked it up sheepishly, and thrust it into Paul’s palm. 

“Care for one, m’lady?” Paul pulled out his pack.

Only get to live once, right? Probably a really dumb idea.

“Sure. Thanks.”

He handed her the ciggie, and she licked her lips before placing it between them. Then George yanked his lighter back, and lit (y/n)’s for her. 

Taking in a breath, she felt the immediate need to cough. She forced herself not to, eyes watering slightly as she did so. She blew out the smoke.

Huh. Definitely a bad idea. Oh, well. 

Paul and George chatted with her, almost aggressively. It was as if the two boys where seeing who could get the most information out of her sooner. There was definitely also some tension in between the two boys, (y/n) had noticed. 

She cleared her throat, after the two had started arguing about something completely off topic, and very childish. 

“Er..boys, do you happen to know where the loo is?”

George pointed to the studio and was about to give directions, but Paul interrupted him. Again.

“Here, let me guide you.”

He put a hand on the small of your back and urged you forward.

“Oh c’mon Paul, it’s the loo for Christ’s sake.” George grumbled.

As much as you liked Paul, you felt he was pushing it just a little bit. You were having a bit of a moment with George, and he rudely interrupted. 

“And here we are.” 

“Yes, thanks. There was no need....”

“I know. Actually, I was hoping we could have a moment alone.” he bit his lip.

You raised an eyebrow. “For what reason may that be?”

“I was wondering...If you weren’t doing anything...maybe we could...get to know each other a little better? Maybe...dinner? Tonight? 5:30 or so...?”

Oh, God this can’t be happening. 

“Erm...well, I was actually gonna have dinner with George so...” she awkwardly wrung her wrists as she looked down at her very non 60s shoes. 

“Oh, of course...” he seemed a bit disappointed at that. “Maybe tomorrow then?”

How could I say no? I mean he’s Paul c’mon! Two dates with Beatles in the same week? 

“Yeah, I think that should work.” 

He looked like a giddy schoolboy. 

“Gear! I’ll see ya soon then!” he then surprisingly gave (y/n) a peck on the cheek.

Now, she slightly regretted saying yes. She felt bad for George, and somehow, even though they weren’t dating, they had just met for Christ’s sake, she still felt she was letting him down. She thought it best not to dwell on it too much though. 

~~~

Since (y/n) didn’t know where to go, she decided to head to the Lennon’s house, Cynthia being the only girlfriend she had in this time.

Knock, knock.

John opened the door, and gave a wide smirk. 

“Can’t seem to get you away from me, eh?”

Rolling her eyes she simply replied “I was looking for Cynthia.”

“Right. CYN!” he called for his wife.

She came running to the door, a wide grin on her face. 

“That’ll be all John, thank you love.”

He gave her a peck on the cheek and headed inside. 

“So, how may I be of assistance?”

“Uhm, well...I wasn’t sure what to wear, I’m kinda....er...going on a date with George, and I didn’t pack anything nice...”

“Say no more.” she pulled (y/n) into the house, taking her to her walk-in closet. 

She pulled out several things: a shift dress, a blouse and skirt, a beautiful chiffon gown...

“Ah, here it is!”

She finally pulled out a very cute salmon cocktail dress with ruffled straps.

She held it against (y/n)’s body.

“I think it should fit well.” 

“Thank you Cyn.”

“Of course, darling.”

Cynthia headed out of the room, and (y/n) quickly changed into the dress.

Once she had left the room, she found Cyn and John sitting on the sofa, both of them smoking a cig, John reading a book, and Cyn resting her head on his shoulder. (y/n) perceived it as very intimate, and felt bad for intruding. Cynthia seemed to notice her presence in the room and waved a hand for her to come and join them. 

“Would you care for a cuppa?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Cyn pushed the cup and saucer on the coffee table, towards (y/n). 

Soon enough, after 3 cups of tea, and to (y/n)’s dismay, another cigarette, a knock came on the door. John glanced up from his book, at the door.

“Another visitor, ay?”

“That must be George.” (y/n) started to stand up, but Cynthia beckoned her back into her seat. 

“Here, allow me.”

She opened the door. 

“Hello George! Er... and Paul?”

What?!

“Hello Cyn.” (y/n) could recognize that voice from anywhere. 

What the hell is Paul doing here?!

“Well, (y/n) is coming.”

She stood up, legs wavering, slightly. 

When she came to the door, sure enough both George and Paul where standing there waiting to greet her. 

“Uhm, hello...” she muttered awkwardly.

Paul gave her a toothy grin, along with a greeting, George merely mumbled a ‘hi’ and barely glanced her way.

What’s with him?

They escorted her to the car. Paul, gentlemanly, opened the door for (y/n) as George went to the driver’s seat to start the car. She very uncomfortably, had sit in-between the two boys, who took up a lot of space.

This is not what I was thinking. 

Paul tried to initiate some conversation, but she just ended up giving monosyllabic answers, still wondering what his problem was. 

They had gotten to a club, which when they entered was filled with heat, music, and the stench of potent alcohol. 

So much for a nice dinner. 

They sat at the bar, and the bartender asked what they wanted. 

“A brandy for me.” George offered. Then he turned to you, which was the first time he had done so this entire night. But, it was not a look she liked very much “What d’ya want?”

“Er, a bottle of red, please.”

“I’ll have a scotch, ta.” Paul piped up.

George slammed the cash on the wood, making (y/n) jump slightly.

They drank some of their beverages. She never really liked the taste of alcohol, but she supposed that’s all you’d get at a bar. 

Paul once again, tried to start a conversation, whilst George silently nursed his drink. He was quickly becoming very drunk. 

They call it liquid courage for a reason.

Or more like, liquid stupidity. 

George slipped, rather awkwardly, out of his seat, and off to a girl who happened to glance his way several times through the night. 

Right in front of (y/n), he kissed her long and slow, eyes still on his date.

Asshole.

After having a very unnecessarily long make out session, he pulled her into the bathroom. Before the door had fully closed, he sent a smirk her way. Paul had seen the whole escapade as well, and was very annoyed himself.

“I dunno what’s up with him. He come’s to me askin’ if he wants to join ye at the club, and I knew he fancied you the moment he saw you. Now he’s off ter shag some skank.” 

“I don’t know either.” you frowned at the now closed door. You had worshipped George, always adored his style and his voice, his seemingly kind personality, but you guess maybe you didn’t know him well enough. He was, at the moment, being a drunk blockhead, and you lost all the admiration you had once had for him.

Soon enough, they came out the bathroom, recent activities, evident in their faces.  He gave her another kiss, and walked back to where Paul and (y/n) were sitting.

“So, you gonna fuck yet?” he snarled. 

“Excuse me?!” she choked out.

He rolled his eyes at her. “’ts obvious. So why don’t you get it done already?” 

“I have no idea what the hell is up with you, but you’re acting like a ass, and it’s pissing me off.” she glared at him, arms crossed. 

“Yeah, it’s pisses you off? I should be the one who’s pissed off! Leadin’ me on, and then goin off with Paul. If ya didn’t want me, just fuckin’ tell me so!” 

“Well, I certainly don’t want you anymore, George Harrison.” she fumed. And before she knew what she was doing, she pulled Paul’s face to hers. He lips melted into hers and they had a fight for dominance. When, they pulled apart, Paul looked at her with an air of shock, but obvious pleasure and lust in his eyes. George’s mouth dropped open, but then he quickly scowled, and headed towards the entrance.

“I see you’ve made your choice. I hope your happy.” he spat bitterly.

“I hate you George Harrison. I’ve now seen how cruel you really are.”

And with that, she never spoke another word to the man.

~~~

I’m so SO sorry, that took me 5 million years, I’m finally done! Hope you enjoyed. It’s kinda long, so yeah.. anyways, have a good day!

[luci-cunt]

Pad Thai / Fuck Off

[ @moonsandstarsaregay​ I’m sorry this took so long but tada! here’s your ficlet, just a lil mini from Carter’s POV. WARNING: RAVENSONG SPOILERS! but just barely :D <3333333

This is Homesong canon btw so it’s not exactly like the actual books.... there’s a bit of a..... twist >:3 you can also read it on AO3!

Enjoy!!!]

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Contrary to the apparently popular belief, Carter did actually take his position as mayor seriously. 

So jot that one down, Joe.

If he didn’t he might actually get more sleep in his actual bed, but as it was it felt like he spent most nights slumped over the desk in his office. Well, that was actually only part of it, and most nights Carter had the forethought to move to the couch by the door. In all honesty he didn’t mind sleeping at the office, in fact he did it regularly because he didn’t mind it. 

Living in the same house with your mom and your brother and your brother’s boyfriend and the weird wolf that won’t stop following you around is--shockingly--not all peaches and cream. Besides, his office was sick, the couch was the most comfortable thing he’d ever owned and he had an entire wall of windows he usually kept all the way open so he could pretend like he was outside. 

Sometimes he missed living on his own--how it had been when he was in college--but that hadn’t exactly been alone, which was the problem. Carter couldn’t stand the idea of living completely alone, even just moving in with his roommate--a guy named Joshi--had been like getting dunked in ice water after living with his family--his pack--for his whole life. 

But even that he was sure he could get used to, no--that wasn’t the real reason why he refused to get his own place. 

Before he hadn’t quite been able to pin down why it had felt so weird to think of moving out, and then it had hit him when Kelly moved. 

He didn’t have a mate. 

Both his brothers and his Uncle had all lived in the house until they found their mates. Technically Joe was still living in the Bennett house but he’d moved in with Ox first and then moved back in to leave the house to Kelly and Robbie later. Even Mark hadn’t left until Gordo finally let him move in. 

Carter just... didn’t have that. 

Instead he had his office, and the wolf that wouldn’t leave him alone. 

Speaking of… 

“Get your fucking nose out of there,” Carter snapped, kicking the mini-fridge door closed to stop the wolf from eating the thai-food leftovers he was saving for lunch. The wolf growled at him, nosing it open again so that Carter had to stop what he was typing on his laptop to hold the door closed with his foot. “I said cut it out, peanuts make you gassy as hell and I’m not dealing with that,” he said. They stared each other down for a moment, and Carter held up a finger. “You get in there and I’m kicking you out.”

The wolf huffed a breath like a laugh and then used his paw to shove Carter’s foot away. “Fucking cunt--” Carter said as he left his desk to tackle the wolf. They rolled over the fancy rug that had been a gift from some official Carter couldn’t remember the name of, both snarling and growling at one another loud enough that Cynthia--Carter’s secretary--could probably hear them. He could imagine her rolling her eyes and turning up her radio in the room next to him, but she was more than used to this by now. 

Eventually Carter managed to get a grip on the wolf’s middle and he shoved him into the couch, scrambling over and planting himself down in front of the fridge. The wolf jumped up, growling as he stalked over. 

“I told you to fuck off, and look--now instead of writing important emails I’m playing fridge guardian,” he said, scowling back at the wolf, who blew an annoyed breath out his nose into Carters face. “Wow, you’re so persuasive,” he mocked. 

There was a pause, and the wolf sat back and seemed to melt as it shifted, and then Gavin was sitting in front of him. His face scrunched in a pout and long, tangled black hair spilled over his shoulders. 

“Ass,” he said. Carter flipped him off. 

The first few times that Gavin had shifted out of the timberwolf Carter had thought he was being haunted. It started with little things, like books moved around and cups emptied when he swore he’d left them full. He hadn’t really thought much of it--maybe it was the stupid-white-person part of him but if his office was haunted that just made it so much cooler. 

Except then the things had gotten more noticable. If he fell asleep at his desk he’d wake up with one of the stupidly oversized couch cushions under his head, and the windows would open and close themselves while he was sleeping. He’d first suspected Cynthia, but she’d just given him a weird look when he brought it up. 

He didn’t catch on until one day when a bat flew into his windows and woke him out of a dead sleep and he’d caught Gavin before he could shift back. After that he was still reluctant to shift out of the wolf, but he’d stopped doing it in secret when Carter promised not to tell anyone he’d seen it. 

He didn’t actually talk to Carter until about a month after he started shifting out enough that Carter kept a spare pair of sweatpants at the office. He spoke oddly, like he’d never actually been taught how to. It had taken some getting used to but now Carter hardly noticed. 

“Not wolf,” Gavin said, pointing to himself and then the fridge. 

“Yeah well, I lied, I just don’t want you eating it because it’s mine,” Carter said, making Gavin’s scowl deepen. 

“Hungry.” 

“We literally just ate.”

Gavin shook his head in frustration. “Stupid ass,” he said.

“Right, because you’re a real Einstein,” Carter said, he pushed himself up enough to grab the sweats out of a drawer in his desk and toss them over. “And put some pants on--” 

Gavin rolled his eyes, mockingly quoting, “Man of position, blah blah,” as he did. 

“I’m the mayor, naked people in my office is frowned upon,” Carter said. “And not nearly as hot as it could be--you should grow tits.” 

Gavin flipped him off but pulled on the pants and laid on his back on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. After a moment Carter leaned his head back so it bumped against the fridge. 

“You still haven’t given me an answer, you’re like a fuckin’ fortune cookie written by a beetle.” 

Gavin wrinkled his nose. “Bugs are not good,” he said.

“Thank you for that wonderfully insightful answer, give me four to seven business days to process it properly and get back to you o-wise one.” Gavin pushed himself up so he could glare properly, Carter squinted at him. “You know what you are?” 

“No, please--tell,” he said flatly.

“An STD,” Carter said, leaning back again. “You just won’t go away.” 

Gavin frowned and shrugged like he did when he didn’t understand something. 

“A disease you get from fucking,” Carter explained. 

“So you had fun getting me?” Gavin said, with a grin. 

Carter rolled his eyes. “You were trying to kill us, I almost killed you.” 

“Yeah,” Gavin agreed, laying back down. Carter waited for him to explain more, but he didn’t. He breathed a laugh despite himself. 

“I think you’re the only one who manages to actually piss me off so much,” he said. 

“Lucky me.” 

“Beetle.”

“Man-baby.”

“Well that one’s new, where’d you get it?” 

“Mark.” 

“When were you hanging out with him?” 

“My business.” 

“Oh fuck off, like you give a damn about privacy.” 

“You are stupid, it’s different.” 

“No, actually it’s not--I managed to survive almost three decades before you showed up, I think I can make it a couple of hours without supervision.” 

“Wrong.” 

“Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve fucked anyone. Hard for that to happen when I’ve got the worlds biggest, dumbest ankle monitor glued to my leg at all times! No--you don’t get to look smug about that, your possessiveness is not cute in any world. Don’t shrug at me--I will skin you and use your pelt for aftercare.” 

Gavin growled at him, eyes flashing violet, but it wasn’t nearly as intimidating while he was human. Hell it wasn’t even that intimidating when he was a wolf. It was a little surprising when Gavin suddenly lunged at him, successfully knocking him over and sitting on his chest so he could rifle through the fridge. 

“Hey! I just said--god how the hell do you weigh so much get--off--fucking--!” He groaned and stopped struggling as he realized it was useless, Gavin grinned down at him and slurped noodles obnoxiously. 

“I cannot stand you.” 

“Yum,” Gavin said as he dropped a peanut on Carter’s face. Carter smacked his hand away, and then sobered a bit. 

“Are you actually ever going to explain anything? Because if you’re just going to keep being cryptic let me know so I can rub it in your face when you finally crack.” 

Gavin chewed thoughtfully for a moment. “No explanation,” he said, then he grinned. “My business.” 

Carter scowled, reaching up and flicking his forehead. “Ass,” he said. 

“STD,” Gavin corrected, already focusing back on the stolen pad thai. 

“At least tell me why you won’t shift in front of anyone else,” Carter said. Gavin’s jaw clenched, “You stole my lunch, you owe me,” Carter pointed out. 

“Hard,” Gavin said after a moment. “Too many things, easier to handle as the wolf,” he went on. “And, it’s bigger--better teeth.” He bared his teeth to prove his point and Carter rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, it’s way harder to rip out throats as an omnivore,” he said dryly. 

“You don’t like the wolf because I can drag you,” Gavin said with a laugh that made Carter roll his eyes. 

“You caught me,” he said, forcing himself to keep his mouth shut to keep the rest of his thoughts in his head. 

“Stupid,” Gavin said, smiling dopily. 

Carter opened his mouth to retort, but he and Gavin heard the sound of Kelly talking to Cynthia outside. Gavin dropped the box of pad thai and shifted before Carter could blink, and he scrambled up, growling and brushing noodles off the front of his shirt. 

“Fucking asshole,” he snapped, tossing the box at Gavin’s head. He just made a whining noise almost like a laugh and then jumped on the couch as Kelly opened this door while knocking. 

“I picked up a sandwich from Oasis, Robbie ate a few bites but--” Kelly cut himself off as his eyes landed on Carter, who was picking himself up off the ground and glaring down at his stained shirt. “Did you trip?” he asked, unsuccessfully hiding a laugh. 

Carter glared. “Something like that,” he bit out with a significant look towards the wolf on the couch, who was pretending to be sleeping. 

“Well, I’ve still got a few minutes of lunch--Tanner dragged Robbie back to the shop because apparently Gordo set the computer on fire, want me to grab you a shirt?” Kelly asked, still smirking.

“While you’re at it grab me a knife and a tanning rack,” Carter said. “Cynthia!” he called, and she poked her head in the doorway, one brow raised. She scanned the office and followed the trail of noodles from Carter’s shirt to the empty box on the floor by the couch and gave him a flat look. 

“You don’t pay me enough to clean up after you,” she deadpanned. 

“Fuck off,” he snapped, “Just get me a broom or something.” 

“That’s carpet,” Kelly said, dropping the tinfoil wrapped sandwich on Carter’s desk. 

“I didn’t ask you, did I?” 

“Your office is going to smell like peanuts for the rest of your life.” 

Cynthia wrinkled her nose and then wheeled away. 

Carter glared at Kelly. “Weren’t you getting me a shirt?” 

His brother laughed, already turning to leave. “Have fun scrubbing!” he called over his shoulder. 

“As soon as I’m done with this asshole I’m coming for your ass!” Carter snarled back. He turned to the wolf on the couch, who was watching him with one eye open. Carter jabbed a finger at him. “That’s not an empty threat, if this shit doesn’t come out you’re the replacement carpet.”

Gavin just closed his eye and curled up more. 

It made Carter wish he could actually follow through on his threats.

[zayray030]

Misunderstandings are Disastrous.

Summary: Oliver is a good person. He really is. So he doesn't understand why he's comforting a drunk Iris who thinks her husband's cheating on her. He's gonna kill Barry. OR Barry and the others have been acting really wierd for a month and Iris rightfully jumps to conclusions.

How did Oliver ever get put into these situations. He was a good man. Sure me might have killed a few people and cheated on a couple of people, but at the end of the day he tried his hardest to be a good person.

Do that's why he was extremely confused on why he was consulting an extremely drunk Iris about her place in Barry's life.

“I'm sure he loves you Iris. Why would you think otherwise?” Oliver asked, trying to get to the source of the problem. He's sure by the time Iris has finished he would be able to dig up at least 50 different times where Barry gushed about Iris, at least.

“Well it started a month ago…”

~A month ago~

“Hey babe!” Iris greeted happily when she saw Baeey in the kitchen. She had just come back from C.C Citizen and she really wanted to see her husband again.

“Oh, hey Iris. What are you doing here?” asked Barry distractedly, not looking up from his phone. Iris frowned slightly at his tone before smiling again and soldering on.

“Well I just got back from jitters after writing a really long article on the newest crime sprees that the Flash had stopped and I really wanted to come cuddle with my husband!” she said excitedly but Barry still hadn't looked up from his screen. “Barry?”

“Oh, um yeah, that's nice. Listen Iris, I have to go somewhere. I'll see you tonight.” said Barry before getting up and walking out. He hadn't even given her a kiss goodbye.

Iris just shook her head, thinking it was nothing and maybe he was recovering from another meta attack. Oh well, they'll cuddle tonight.

~A week after that incident~

“Hello, this is Barry. Please leave a message.” came Barry's voice from the phone. Iris sighed again and let her phone drop on the counter of Jitters. Iris had been acting weird all week and he had been ignoring all her calls and Iris was starting to get worried. Was he being mind controlled?

Suddenly, Iris heard the sound of the door opening and when she turned around she saw a very beautiful woman walking in and she couldn't believe who was behind her. Barry.

Iris felt something stir up in her chest but she pushed it down. Now was not the time to tune in with her emotions. She quickly looked around the room and saw a hidden spot where they wouldn't be able to see her but she would be able to and sat there.

Iris felt her heart crack the more she sat there and watched Barry talk to the beautiful woman and laugh with her. Insecurity shot up in her and so did jealousy but she squashed them down. Barry would never cheat on her. He was too loving for that. But Iris couldn't help but think of those times where Barry seemed almost bored with her and she felt her eyes stinging with unshed tears. She rubbed at her eyes quickly. No! She would not jump to conclusions about her loyal husband!

But Iris couldn't help but feel her heart crack even more when she saw Barry give the woman a hug longer than strictly necessary and saw the woman kiss his cheek. Iris held back a sob until Barry walked out with a woman and only then did she bring her hands to her face and sob.

~A week after that~

“Sorry Iris, but today is meta day.” said Cisco sadly as he and everyone else got ready to go out in town.

“Find a really cute girl that Barry told us about,” said Ralph. Frost slapped him over the head. Or maybe it was Caitlin. Who knows?

“Oh?” Iris said quietly, taking a step back from everyone hurt and betrayal rippling through her.

“What this dumbass means is that we're just going to pick some clothes that we can wear without our powers getting in the way and Barry met this really nice woman who can make clothes like nobody's business.” said Frost, with her usual cold tone but it was surprisingly gentle when directed at Iris.

“Yeah, what the ice lady said. Plus, I really want to buy some more jackets.” added Allegra.

“Okay, that's cool. Um, have a nice day.” said Iris awkwardly as everyone walked out to the elevator. While Iris was walking away she heard something that caught her ears so she stayed back slightly.

“Christ that was close.” muttered Cisco.

“Next time don't be so obvious. Barry doesn't want Iris to know and I agree. She deserves it.” snapped Frost.

“Yeah! Don't ruin it. He doesn't want her to know until the last minute possible and we're going to respect that.” agreed Allegra and Iris could imagine the small glare she must have on.

“I'm sorry but I feel weird when I lie to Iris.it doesn't feel natural.” argued Ralph.

“Well Joe, Wally, Cecile, Jackie and Kamilla are willing to do it so pull one for the team, Ralph!” said Cisco as the elevator doors closed.

Iris felt her heart crack again at knowing the fact that her own family and friends were willing to sit back and watch her husband go behind her back. Iris knew she shouldn't be jumping to conclusions but it was getting harder and harder to be able to deny the fact that her husband might be cheating on her.

After all, the evidence and the strange interactions have been proof enough that maybe, just maybe, that Barry is cheating on her and the others are supporting this. Iris quickly ran to the canteen and flopped down on one of the couches and sobbed her heart out at this new revelation.

~Currently~

“... and other odd things have been happening across star labs and whenever I hang out with the others they're just so secretive and they keep sending me these looks and - and-” and Iris could no longer keep her tears in and sobbed out.

Oliver quickly put an arm around and tried to soothe her like he would soothe Thea when she got scared, nervous or upset and let her cry on his shoulder.

“It's going to be okay, Iris.” he said softly while also vowing to kill Barry for his stupidity. “I'm going to need you to take this drink for me. It'll make you sober but won't give you a hangover.” he said gently as he took out a small vial full of red liquid.

Iris nodded slightly, still sniffling slightly and drowned the drink in one go. Oliver looked into her eyes and saw her pupils go back to their normal color and huffed out a breath of relief.

“Hey, you better now?” he asked gently.

“No.” she answered and Oliver could understand that. He just wished that Barry could think twice before he did something dumb like this again. It's as if anything Oliver taught him went through one ear and out the other.

“Understandable. Come on let's go.”he said gently before calling over a waiter to pay the check. Iris didn't protest like she usually would and just stood up and shivered slightly, her shirt dress and heels doing nothing to keep her warm. Oliver shrugged off his jacket and placed it around her shoulder.

“Can we go to star labs first? I left my laptop there by accident.” she said. Oliver nodded secretly elated that he was finally going to where he wanted Iris to be in the first place.

After Oliver had paid for all of Iris's drinks they quickly got into his limo and drove off. For the most part of it Iris was quite apart from the occasional hiccup and Oliver just kept bouncing his legs, nervous. With how bad the others had been he was sure it was going to be a complete disaster.

When they got to star labs Iris briskly walked in, wanting to get out of there as quick as possible and went straight to the Canteen

It was completely dark when they walked in and Oliver held his breath as Iris switched the light on.

“SURPRISE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY IRIS!!!!” Everyone screamed the moment the light was turned on. Iris jumped back, fear in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared as she saw the scene.

There was a huge banner that said ‘Happy birthday to Iris Ann West Allen’ in big, bright, bold colours and there were steamers all around along with cakes and candy all on plates. The normally pristine area was filled with so much decoration and there was a mounting of presents on a table at the corner of the room. Drinks were placed everywhere and all her friends where crowded around the front.

“Do you know how long I've waited?” asked Cisco as he sighed a sigh of relief. Oliver just shook his head thinking over and over that this was a bad idea.

“Iris?” Barry asked when he noticed his wife had gone silent. Everyone had turned to the small woman and they could see tears collecting in her eyes.

“So you aren't cheating on me?” she asked quietly. Everyone paused in their laughter and turned to stare at her. Why did she think that?

“What? Of course not, Iris! Why would you think that?” asked Barry speeding over to his wife and tilting her chin upwards. Oliver shook his head again and groaned quietly in his hands.

“You kept on ignoring me and when you did talk to me you sounded so cold and dismissive and you guys kept avoiding me and I saw you hang out with a pretty women and ignore my calls and I saw her kiss your cheeks and i-” Iris lost the battle with her tears and started sobbing in her husbands chest.

Over Barry's shoulder, Oliver could see everyone's guilty and ashamed faces.

“Iris, baby, I so desperately wanted to tell you about this but they wouldn't let me talk to you. They even had to lock me over on Cynthia's earth just to keep me quiet. I so desperately wanted to call you and give you all the attention you deserve but they took my phone away and knocked me out.” said Barry to his wife, soothing her doubts away. Well, most of her doubts anyway. It'll take more than a few words.

“Oh.” she said quietly, but tears were still streaming down her face.

“We're so sorry Iris. But if Barry was cheating on you, which he isn't, I would never stand by him. I would tell you straight away and post every ugly picture I have of him in the Citizen.” said Kamilla, coming to her sister figure and giving her a hug.

“And plus, I would burn his face off.” added Allegra, joining into the hug.

Slowly everyone began giving Iris apologies and telling her one hundred percent that if Barry tried anything with her they would without a doubt, one hundred percent, end his existence.

By the end of it the only person not in the hug was Oliver but Iris fixed that soon enough by pulling out a blind arm and waving it around signalling him to come over and dragging him over.

“Now come on, birthday day girl! It's time for you to party and dance the night away!” cheered Sara pulling Iris to the dance floor and Iris let out a small giggle and soon mostly everyone was on the dance floor.

“How the fuck do I make this up to her?” Barry quietly asked Oliver, Kara and Kata

“It's going to take time. A few words can't change what she's thought about for a month. Therapy is a good idea and reminding her you love her every time you talk to her. And also, when throwing her a surprise party, don't you dare ignore her.” said Oliver. He had recently begun to see Iris as a sister and he wasn't going to stand around and see her upset.

“I mean I got her tickets to go to the best spa in America so I think it's best to think that maybe she needs a good day to relax with friends.” said Kate, as if she was challenging Oliver. Oliver just scoffed and smirked.

“Well I got her a free day to whatever thing she what's from the Queen beauty spa.” countered Oliver and before those two could get into a fight Kara stepped in between them.

“Oh, no, no, no. This day is Iris's special day and none of us is going to ruin it. We already ruined her month by making her think that Barry was going to cheat on her. So Barry, a way Iris could forgive you is if you put your speed to use.” said Kara not realising the double meaning to it until Oliver and Kate cracked up. “Oh, shut it.” she snapped.

“Anyway, what Kara said. You're practically a human vibrator. Put that to use for her birthday gift and make sure she stays happy. After that we're all going to grovel at her feet like dogs for ruining her mental state.” Kara finally got out after she'd finished laughing.

“Couples dance!” yelled Cisco dragging Kamilla to the dance floor. Barry sped over to his wife and danced with her. Everyone's eyes were kept on the couple and they felt their eyes glisten. Those two have gone through so much, they deserved this little money between them.

The night was spent partying and dancing with Iris opening up presents and everyone apologising. The ones who couldn't get drunk kept an eye out for everyone. By the time the night was over Iris had happy tears in her eyes and most of her worries had subsided. Her feet ached and all she wanted was a night with her husband.

“Come on, let's go. Let me give you your present.” he whispered into her ear and she could see Kara blush bright red from where she was talking to Oliver and Kate.

“Yay.” she said quietly and he quickly picked her up bridal style and ran out with her. Iris faintly heard everyone calling them goodbye and she relaxed into her husband's chest.

He opened up their dorr and gently ran then to their bedroom and gently placed her on the bed.

“Let me show you just how much I love you, baby.” he whispered into her ear and Iris just nodded before gasping softly.

Maybe an entire month of worrying whether your husband was going to cheat on you wasn't good but Iris couldn't deny the after effect was very nice.

At least that's what she told herself when she woke up to her naked body sore all over and her husband's smug smirk.

[bechloe-are-acadorable]

Beca walked into her apartment smiling like she had for the past couple of weeks. It was really starting to freak Fat Amy out “Seriously Beca what is wrong with you?” She asked sitting up, Beca frowned at Amy “What are you talking about?” Fat Amy rolled her eyes “You seem so happy all the time, you’re even smiling, are you feeling okay?” Beca scowled at this “See that’s my scrappy little friend I’ve grown to love” she added.

“Sorry I forgot happiness was a crime” Beca scowled, she couldn’t however keep the smile off her face for long. Fat Amy looked at her curiously. “Shit I get it now!” She yelped causing Beca to wince at the volume “Do you love them?” Fat Amy asked curiously.

Beca immediately flushed red at the question “Amy for the last time Chloe and I aren’t together!” She sighed out as Fat Amy’s grin widened. “I never mentioned their name ya know” Beca cursed internally.

Maybe she’d been crushing on Chloe for a long time. And maybe she was so happy to be home lately because it meant spending time with her favourite person. And maybe just maybe the fact that Chloe and Beca had recently begun spooning in bed due to the cold weather, further contributed to Becas upbeat mood.

“I... I don’t know what you’re insinuating but stop it” Beca spluttered as Amy’s shit eating grin remained. “Beca loves Chloe! Beca loves Chloe! Chloe and Beca sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” The door began to open and Beca kicked Amy in the shin, quickly silencing her.

Chloe’s smile was the first thing Beca saw and she melted slightly ‘I’m going to tell her’ Fat Amy mouthed and Beca went into to full blown panic mode. Her eyes flew wide open and she stopped breathing.

Chloe glanced over to her friends “Becs are you okay?” She asked the younger girl. “Me? I’m fine” Beca squeaked out sounding similar to Ross from friends. Chloe frowned before taking her coat off, Beca took this chance to glare at Amy and mouth ‘don’t you dare’ Chloe turned and Beca smiled widely at her.

“Okay, now I know something’s up, why are you doing that?” Chloe questioned, her eyes flicking from Beca to Fat Amy and back again. “Doing what?” Beca said entirely too defensively “Smiling like that” Beca relaxed her face. “What I’m not allowed to smile now?” She laughed awkwardly “Not like that no, it’s creepy” Fat Amy couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips.

Chloe turned and focussed on Amy “What were you two up to before I came in?” She asked the Australian as panic set in her eyes “Ummm... uhhhhhhhhhh” Beca quickly jumped in “Fat Amy and Bumper broke up!” Beca yelled out the first thing that came into her head.

Chloe’s mouth dropped open, Beca mouthed a ‘sorry’ over Chloe’s shoulder as Chloe leant down to hug Amy. “Amy I’m so sorry, are you okay?” ‘You owe me one’ Amy mouthed over Chloe’s shoulder, whilst Chloe was still hugging her and Beca nodded a thank you to her.

“Me? I’m good, you should see Bumper though, like a koala that’s had its nards bitten off” Chloe pulled back and shared a confused look with Beca. “Okaaaaaay... Well then how about a girls night? We can go out and drink until we black out!” Chloe exclaimed enthusiastically.

Beca groaned “Fuck yeah! I haven’t been out in sooooo long!” Fat Amy shouted. “You literally went out three night ago” Beca reminded her “Yeah, practically a lifetime ago” Fat Amy said matter of factly. “Oooh! I’ll put it in the Bellas chat and see if anyone else wants to come!” Chloe quickly sent a message into the chat before going to have a shower.

“That was close” Beca breathed out “Why didn’t you just tell her?” Beca laughed at the mere suggestion “You know why Amy, a girl like her would never go out with someone like me” Amy frowned at this, she was 110% sure that the ginger had a crush on Beca. “I think she would, I mean she flirts with you enough” she shrugged back.

Beca sighed, this was true but Chloe was just a flirt. She flirted with every single Bella, it wasn’t like Beca was given any special treatment. “Beca sweetie?” Chloe called from inside the bathroom, Becas cheeks grew rosy at the pet name Chloe had started a couple of weeks ago.

“Yeah?” She called back “Can you go to the shop and get us some alcohol pretty please” Beca groaned loudly “Why me?” “Because I take forever to get ready and you don’t take long to get ready because you’re so naturally pretty” Beca felt her blush deepen “Fine but you know you look gorgeous 24/7” Beca called back, throwing her jacket on.

Fat Amy made whipping noises and Beca rolled her eyes “Do you want me to get you anything or not?” Fat Amy nodded “Bottle of wine and a bottle of vodka” Beca nodded back, not bothering to ask Chloe what she wanted, she already knew.

Beca checked the group chat as she walked to the shop. So far Emily said she was in as were Flo and Aubrey. Beca picked up multiple bottles of wine along with vodka and coke and began to walk back to the apartment, thankful for living close to it. She set the alcohol down before jumping in the shower and getting ready herself.

Beca lay on her and Chloe’s shared bed as the other two girls finished getting ready, it turns out most of the Bellas could make it. Beca got up as she heard the first person knocking on the door and let in an excited looking Emily who immediately hugged her “Hey Em” Beca said wriggling out of her grasp.

“The others are finishing getting ready, want a drink?” She led her to get a drink and soon after Amy joined them, half a bottle of wine in her hand “Started early I see” Beca noted “Hey legacy” Fat Amy said chugging the wine “When are the adults joining?”

Half an hour later and the Bellas were in the crammed apartment. Most had brought a drink with them and they were all drinking quickly, much like they had done during college. “Let’s play a game!” Fat Amy announced “Oooh yay! I love games!” Emily said enthusiastically as Amy rolled her eyes “I’m not talking about monopoly legacy, how about...” she seemed to ponder it for a second “Mr and Mrs?”

There were a couple of murmurs and nods of agreement “Cool so Chloe and Beca let’s go” Beca glared at Amy as she fetched the two whiteboards and pens off the fridge. “So every time you get it right we all have to drink, every time you get it wrong you two drink got it?” Chloe nodded enthusiastically.

“First question, what is Chloe’s worst habit?” Beca thought for a second before scrawling down an answer as Chloe did the same. Beca showed her answer ‘She hogs the covers at night’ Chloe smiled as she turned her board around ‘Stealing the quilt’ it read. The two girls high fived as everyone else drank.

The next round - Becas pet peeve revealed matching answers also ‘People getting in her personal space’. “She doesn’t seem to mind it when it’s Chloe though” Cynthia Rose mumbled as Chloe rested her head on Becas shoulder and she went bright red.

“Chloe’s best feature” Beca thought about this, Chloe had a million things about her that could be classed as her best feature. “Hurry up Beca!” One of the girls called, pulling her out of her trance as she shot them the finger. She quickly wrote down her answer.

“Okay Chloe what did you put?” Chloe showed her board ‘My eyes?’ They all looked at Beca expectantly. She gulped and turned her board around to show the one word she’d written ‘Everything.’ Becas eyes stayed glued to the floor, “Awwww” she heard Chloe sigh as she slipped her hand into Becas.

“That’s so gay!” Cynthia Rose yelled as the rest of the girls laughed. “Don’t be mean! She’s cute” Chloe defended Beca, kissing her quickly on the cheek, only contributing to Becas blush. “Shots?” Fat Amy suggested to a roar of approval from the other girls.

Fat Amy lead the Bellas to the kitchen area to line up shots, Beca remained where she was still extremely embarrassed. Why had she written that? Idiot. “Hey?” Beca looked up at Chloe’s soft tone “I think everything about you is pretty perfect too” a small smile appeared on Becas lips. “Now come on let’s get drunk!”

Shortly after the girls arrived at a club and some of the girls -Flo, Jessica and Ashley- were already pretty drunk but Emily was by far the least sober. She had only just turned 21 and the excitement of drinking and clubbing was almost too much for her.

Beca strode up to the much taller girl, a glass of water in her hand “Hey Em, drink this” Emily smiled widely and began to drink the drink, thinking it was alcohol. “This tastes like water” she commented after downing half the drink.

Beca laughed “It is, you need to slow down okay?” Emily pulled her into a hug and Beca patted her back clumsily “You’re Aca-awesome Beca! Thanks for always looking after me!” Beca shrugged, she normally wasn’t one to look after people but Emily was like a little kid she and Chloe had somehow adopted. She smiled at the thought of one day having real kids with Chloe before shaking the thoughts free from her head.

She smiled at Emily before turning and looking for Chloe, she wasn’t hard to spot with the gorgeous signature hair colour. Beca went to join her but was stopped by Amy “Shawshank, hows it hanging?” Fat Amy had drunk at least twice as much as any other Bella yet was still only tipsy.

“Yeah it’s not horrible actually” she confessed “You spoken to Chloe yet?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively “What? No!” She yelled “Well here’s your chance” Beca glanced round to see Chloe bounding over towards her. Her face immediately split into the smile that only Chloe could coax out of her.

Chloe pulled Beca into a hug before putting her arms around her neck and dancing with her. Becas breath caught in her throat and her heart skipped a beat, Chloe was dancing with her tonight of all nights!

Beca cautiously moved her hands to Chloe’s hips as Chloe leant in and her lips brushed against Becas ear. One of Chloe’s hands snaked up to cup Becas cheek, Becas eyes immediately finding Chloe’s bright blue ones. She inadvertently licked her lips and glanced down at Chloe’s lips before her eyes returned to Chloe’s.

Holy shit was Chloe leaning in? Becas eyes fluttered shut the second Chloe’s soft lips touched her own, she pulled Chloe in closer as the pair shared a slow, soft kiss. Altogether too quickly for Becas liking, Chloe pulled away. Becas eyes opened and she looked up breathlessly at her best friend.

“Thanks there was a creepy dude and I told him I was with you” Chloe mumbled. Beca felt her heart sink but she nodded back, trying not to let her true feelings show before subtly glancing around and searching the crowd for the threat.

Chloe pulled herself slightly out of Becas grip “Anyway Aubrey will be wondering where I am, you coming?” She asked sweetly. “Nah I’m good” Beca managed before Chloe kissed her cheek and walked off in search of Aubrey. Beca stood there on her own, her feelings swirling around inside her before deciding to go get something strong to drink.

She turned around to go to the bar “Hey dyke, go kiss your girlfriend again it was hot!” Some douchebag frat bro leaning down against the bar said as soon as she turned around. Beca didn’t know what came over her but her hand balled into a fist and she let it fly, punching him square in the face.

He recoiled in pain as Beca shook her own hand in pain. “Out!” One of the barstaff yelled before signalling security. Beca raised her hands in surrender and skulked off to the exit.

Crouching down in the alleyway, she let the tears come out. Yes her hand hurt and yes she was annoyed for getting kicked out of the bar, but most of all she was sad about Chloe. Devastated really. For a second there she thought Chloe was kissing her. That she might actually have a chance with her. She was so fucking stupid!

She wasn’t sure how long she was there before she heard Chloe’s bubbly laughter and Aubrey’s sharper one. She sniffed and dried her eyes, quickly standing up “Hey Becs!” Chloe took one look at Beca and knew something was wrong. “Bree, I’ll be in in a minute” Aubrey shrugged and left the pair alone.

“What are you doing outside alone?” She questioned, walking closer to her best friend. Beca shrugged “I may or may not have got chucked out” Chloe’s eyes flew open in shock “How did you manage that?” Beca laughed humourlessly “I punched a guy” Chloe’s mouth dropped open “Again? Beca what have I told you about punching guys?” Beca laughed at this “He was a dick” she shrugged again.

“Are you okay?” Beca nodded “My hand hurts a bit but I’m fine” Chloe quickly picked up Becas hand. “Shit Beca that’s bruising and swelling already, it might be broken” Beca shrugged once again. “I should get you home” she murmured “No don’t ruin your night out for me” Beca protested.

“I was going to go home anyway, Em needs to be taken home and I thought she could crash at ours” Beca nodded “Okay then” Chloe smiled widely and kissed Becas cheek. “I’ll go grab her, be two minutes, you stay here” the brunette nodded in agreement and waited for Chloe.

About ten minutes later the door swung open and Chloe staggered out, propping a very drunk Emily up, Beca immediately rushed over to help Chloe keep the younger girl upright. “Beca!” Emily exclaimed loudly “Come on kid let’s get you home” Beca sighed.

The girls managed to get a taxi relatively quickly and bundled inside, Emily propped up in the middle of them. Emily put one arm around each of them “I’m so lucky to have you guys as my aca-moms” Tears slowly trailed down Emily’s cheeks and Beca looked over to Chloe panicking slightly, she really didn’t know how to handle tears.

“Hey Emily we’ll always be here for you, we’re family now” Chloe said sweetly, this made Emily cry even more “You guys are the best” she sniffed slightly before leaning her head on Beca. Becas eyes became wide with panic, seeing this Chloe gently reached over and guided Emily’s head to rest on Chloe’s shoulder instead.

Emily was flat out asleep by the time the taxi stopped at their little flat. The girls just about managed to wake the youngest girl up and half dragged half carried her up the stairs before plonking her on the makeshift bed on the floor. She was out like a light.

The two best friends laughed at Emily’s state before deciding to go to bed. “Beca?” Chloe called as Beca looked up from a drooling Emily. “Yeah?” “Can you help me with my zip?” She asked innocently, Beca nodded and tried to undo her zipper. Her hands shook with nerves and she cursed herself internally.

She eventually got there “God you’d make a shit lesbian! It’d take you about 3 years to undress a woman” Beca bristled at this “I’d make a great lesbian!” She shot back as Chloe arched an eyebrow. “Well you’re a pretty good kisser I suppose so you’d have that going for you” Beca smiled at this.

“Pretty good?” Beca cocked an eyebrow at Chloe, a cocky grin emerging on her face. “Well I didn’t have long enough to properly assess you so I’d have to stick with pretty good” Beca scoffed at this. “That was your fault, you pulled away! And I’ll have you know that I’m a great kisser!” Chloe sucked in a deep breath “Prove it”

Beca didn’t give herself enough time to even think about it, knowing that she’d talk herself out of it if she did. Grabbing her firmly by the waist, Beca pulled her closer and kissed her. Chloe’s hands shot up, one resting on Becas neck and the other tangling in her hair.

The kiss remained at a soft, slow pace for a while, both of the girls enjoying the intimacy of the moment. It was Chloe who grew impatient, wanting more from the kiss, she tentatively brushed her tongue against Becas bottom lip. Beca smiled slightly before parting her lips and sliding her tongue into Chloe’s mouth.

Chloe moaned - yes actually moaned - into Becas mouth, Beca couldn’t help but smirk at this as she kissed Chloe with a renewed passion. She was totally in control of the kiss, in control of Chloe and she loved it.

One of Becas hands moved down to rest on Chloe’s ass and she squeezed it, causing a sharp intake of breath from Chloe. Beca didn’t know where her new confidence had come from all of a sudden, but could tell that Chloe was enjoying it.

Beca walked Chloe backwards until Chloe’s legs hit the mattress of their shared bed. Beca pushed her onto it and sat in the girls lap, straddling her before kissing her deeply.

Emily made a noise from behind the pair causing Beca to break away and glance at the still sleeping girl before she realised what was happening. She grinned down at Chloe and stood up leaving the older girl staring at her from her position sat on their bed.

“Better than pretty good huh?” Beca smirked as Chloe nodded mutely. Beca could see her swallowing before saying anything “Yeah, that was... amazing” The smirk remained on Becas face. “Yeah it was”

Chloe’s eyes raked all over Becas body “I take it back, you’d be a great lesbian” Beca was oddly proud of this statement “I know” Chloe looked up at her with hooded eyes, darker than Beca had ever seen her usually bright blue eyes.

“If you think I’m a good kisser, you should see what else I’m good at” Beca said flirtily “Show me” Chloe whispered before reaching out and pulling Beca back into her lap for another passionate kiss.

[queenraikichi94]

A song to heal a tired sould 9 (Raikichi x Piers)

Rated: Teen and Mature

Warnings: Bad language and NSFW

Note: Rakichi is around 25 years old

----------PART 9---------------------

“I still think that this isn’t a good idea, uncle”

“C’mon, Raikichi. I know you don’t trust him, but it’s better to have him under vigilance than having him as our enemy”

I sighed as I decided what clothes I should wear for the lunch we were going to have with Chairman Rose. When I arrived at home few hours ago after spending last night with Piers, my uncle explained that Chairman Rose wanted to offer me something, and since it looked important, I couldn’t say no, despite my total distrust on the man that confront Piers yesterday. With a sigh, I took a simple white dress and I went to the bathroom to prepare myself. Once I was done, I pulled my hair into a ponytail using a white flower adornment and then, I looked to my makeup kit. Glaceon tilted her head and when I was near to take the brush in order to cover my scars with makeup, she jumped onto the dressing table and closed the kit with her paw. “Hey!” I complained but she shook her head “Oh, c’mon, Glaceon” I sighed as I rolled my eyes, but she kept her paw on the kit. “Yeah, I know I should show the scars with pride but...I don’t know...” Glaceon made a sound that meant ‘You are a survivor, a hero, and the only who takes the risks to save people and Pokemon when they are in danger, so yes, show them’. I sighed again as I stood up in order to put a pair of white sandals on my feet and then, the rest of the accesories: the Dynamax band, the Z-Power Ring and my Keystone. Once I was ready, I took a white purse and a light blue jacket and I went to the living room where my uncle was dealing with my rebellious Galarian Zigzagoon.

“Raikichi, could you tell her not to bite the cushions?” he asked as he tried to pull her away from the cushions before cursing when she bite him “Ow!”

“Zigzagoon, don’t bite” I said as I took her on my arms “Sorry uncle, I caught her this morning but I don’t understand why she has done that”

“Galarian Zigzagoon are a bit more agressive than their Hoenn counterparts” he said treating the small wound on his arm 

“But she didn’t bite me...Wait, maybe...I think that I know what’s happening”

“Then we should discuss that while we travel to Hulbury” my uncle said putting his jacket on. If it was weird to see Piers with different clothes than his uniform, seeing my uncle on a formal suit was...More weird? 

I nodded and I returned Zigzagoon to her Dusk Ball and then, we exited the house, taking a Flying Taxi to Hulbury. During the flight, my uncle told me to relax, cause he noticed I was nervous. Easy to say, difficult to do. I sighed and when we exited the Flying Taxi once we arrived to Hulbury, I tried to calm myself down. “Come, the restaurant is on this way” my uncle said and I followed, with Glaceon at my side.The restaurant was very VERY luxury, and that was making things worst since the people that were inside looked so haughty and arrogant, something I noticed when I heard some of them speaking bad about me when the saw me. 

“Uncle, why we have to be in this restaurant?” I asked in low voice “I don’t like this...”

“I didn’t choose it; it was Chairman Rose’s idea”

Now everything had sense. Chairman Rose was going to play on his battlefield. My uncle noticed that as well and he cursed to himself as we approached the table were Chairman Rose and a woman I’ve never met were waiting for us.

“Kabu, Raikichi, I’m glad you’re here” he said shaking our hands “Oh, Raikichi I want to present you Oleana. She’s my secretary and my second in command of all the companies I have in all Galar”

“So this is the World Champion? Chairmanm, if I can say this, I expected someone more...imposing” she said very derogatory. Oh, you wanted war, bitch? You would have war.

“And I expected Chairman Rose’s secretary not to be so...haughty and arrogant that only judges people by their appearences and not by their goals” I said with a challenging gaze directly to her “You’re not the only one who can play this game, Miss Oleana” Fuck you, bitch.

“How dare you...”

“Please, please, calm down” Chairman Rose said “Oleana, Raikichi has gathered a lot of sucesses since she became the World Champion, so there isn’t any need of speaking to her like that” Fuck you bitch. Again. I could see a little tic on her eyes as she was controlling herself. Two could play this game, and I wouldn’t let that haughty bitch to humillate me only because she was always after Chairman Rose. Maube her position had something related to her particular treatment to other people, but I wansn’t going to allow her to piss me off like that.

We sat down and we ordered the food; my Glaceon nuzzling my hand in order to comfort me. I smiled softly as I stroked her head while I heard the conversation until the waiters brought us the food. “So, Chairman” my uncle started “You said you had an offer”

“Oh, yes” he said “In some months the Gym Challenge will start and I was thinking on asking you, Raikichi, to have an exhibition match with Leon during the opening ceremony. Of course, only if you’re agree”

“That sounds...” I started before being interrupted by Oleana. Bitch.

“Excuse me, Chairman, but this girl is the last thing the League and the Gym Challenge need. Look at her; what people would think about her if they saw her againts our Champion and what they would say if she beats him? Maybe you are proud of those scars, but for me and I’m sure that for a lot of people here, those are the proof of you not having care and...”

“I had enough hearing all your shit” I said standing up 

“Raikichi...” my uncle said, trying to calm me down

“I’m not going to stay here hearing her insulting me, and insulting all the things I did in order to protect people and Pokemon” I said very angry “Now, Oleana, go and face the dangers that I usually face and if you don’t die in the process, come and we’ll speak again. Maybe you’ll lost a leg, but hey, you don’t care. You only care of people having a pretty face. This is for you. Fuck you off and never try to speak to me like that until learning how to respect people.” I said taking my jacket and my purse “And I hope you don’t speak bad about my family, cause that would cross a line that you won’t be able to cross again. Good evening”

Ignoring my uncle calling me, I left the restaurant, Glaceon after me. I also ignored the Flying Taxi that was waiting outside. I needed to calm down and a walk would help me.

-----KABU’S POV--------

Seeing my niece that angry made my heart shrink with worry, but also, I was angry. Not at my niece; but at the woman that insulted her. Raikichi had faced multiple dangers that only someone with her title could deal; and I was sure that many regional Champions didn’t have the guts to face those dangers sometimes. Oleana didn’t understand that; she didn’t want to understand that, and all of that ended with my niece leaving the restaurant. When she was a child, I always cared of her despite not being in Sinnoh. When she won the Sinnoh Pokemon League and faced Cynthia in order to claim the World title, I was there to see my brave niece gathering her first big goal. And now, Oleana decided to insult my niece’s achievments.

“That was rude by your part, Oleana” I said, holding my anger inside me. It was weird to see me angry, but after seeing what happened between Raikichi and Oleana, it was difficult to control my anger “Raikichi put her life in danger many times in order to protect people and Pokemon”

“Then she was a fool doing that. There are more people that can do that”

“Would you have the enough courage to face the legendary Palkia and Dialga at the same time you have to stop a crazy man that wants to destroy the world using both legendary Pokemon? Would you have the enough courage to stop a man that wants to manipulate all the people and having them thinking and believing in his speechment? Would you have the enough courage to face a man that wants to use a destructive weapon to destroy everything?” I asked “Or what about helping a poor guy that was near of being killed by a Salazzle?”

“I heard that the boy was a grunt of something called Team Skull” Oleana said “If I was her, I wouldn’t save him”

“But she isn’t you and she didn’t care if the boy was or not from Team Skull. She cared for his life and she saved him” I said standing up “It’s clear that you should know people better before judging them” I added and then, I looked to the Chairman “If you excuse me, I have to find my niece”

Without letting them to say something, I took my jacket and I exited the restaurant as I heard Chairman Rose arguing with Oleana. With I sigh, I called my niece, but she didn’t answer the call. I tried two more times, and I got the same result, so I decided to give my niece her space and time to calm down. As I approached the Flying Taxi, I texted to her that I’ll be waiting at home and if she needed something, she only had to text me back. Then, I took the Flying Taxi back to Motostoke.

---------RAIKICHI’S POV----------------

Fuck that bitch. She really got me on my nerves with her haughty maneers and her way of talking to me like that. Holy Arceus. why people like HER has to exist?! I kept walking ignoring the little pain of my feet, Glaceon following me worried. “Fuck that bitch, ARGH, I REALLY HATE HER!” I yelled to the sky and then, I took a deep breath before exhaling all the air I took in that deep breath. Glaceon tilted her head and rubbed her fur onto my legs “Don’t worry, girl. I won’t let that bitch to treat me like that”

We kept walking until we arrived at Turffield and then, I got trapped into a bunch of fluffy Wooloos. Glaceon tried to sneak away, but a Wooloo got her up on his back. The Wooloos managed to make me fall to the ground and despite of getting my dress all dirty, I couldn’t help but laugh. They were so cute and fluffy. “Okay, okay, you’re tickling me!” I laughed

“Hey, Wooloos! C’mon, what are you-Don’t do that, you can hurt someone without intention!” I heard someone saying as they approached the bunch of Wooloos. I recognized that voice. It was Milo, the Grass Gym Leader from Turffield, and now he was making the Wooloos to disperse “Raikichi! Are you alright? I’m so sorry, I didn’t want the Wooloos to surround you” he said helping me to stand up.

“Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry” I said removing the grass strands from by dress

“Your dress...”

“Oh” I said and then, I laughed “Don’t worry about the dress. In fact, I was going to take this out once I get home...By the way, do you need help in the farm?”

“Of course, but may I ask why? I don’t want to sound rude...But you look a bit exhausted” he said

“Nah, don’t worry. I ask cause I want to do something to distract myself” I replied “Let’s say that the lunch I was having with my uncle and with Chairman Rose didn’t end well and I need something to calm down before going back home, so if you don’t mind having me helping you...”

“Oh, then, c’mon” Milo said with a big smile on his face 

We took the Wooloos back to their fenced and then, we went to see how the orchards were since soon it would be the harvest season. After two hours, we finally got the tasks done and I sat down on a trunk near the farm in order to take a breath after doing that amount of effort. “Here, take this” Milo said offering me a fresh lemonade that I took and drank half of it in one sip.

“Thank you” I said after giving a great sigh and savouring the lemonade 

“You know, Piers was here few hours before you came here” 

“Really?” I asked, blushing a bit and being glad that he didn’t notice it

“Yeah” he said after drinking a bit of his lemonade “He was searching for something and I helped him”

“And what was he was searching?”

“Well, he told me it was a surprise, and he told me not to tell anyone” Milo said “You know, he was always hiding his true self behind that cold mask, but since he knows you, he feels more comfortable showing his feelings”

“I see...” I murmured blushing again before shaking my head “Oh, I wanted to ask you a small favor”

“What is it?”

I let my Zigzagoon exit from her Pokeball and then, she quickly ran to try finding a battle with the Wooloos but Glaceon stopped her. “I caught her this morning and I think I did when she was ready to evolve, so I was thinking on having a battle with her and help her with that”

“Oh, then, follow me”

We went to a small battlefield near the farm. Milo told me he used that battlefield to train when he wasn’t in the Gym, and after taking our positions, he choosed his Eldegoss while I choosed Zigzagoon of course. The battle started, with Eldegoss showing his experience in battle and putting Zigzagoon in problems, but then, she showed me the moves she learnt, leaving both Milo and me with our mouths open when she used Ice Beam againts the Eldegoss and then, after many hits and many moves, she started to glow; she was evolving and I couldn’t be more happy than that moment; if my legs didn’t hurt a lot, I would been jumping of happiness. The glow dissapeared and Zigzagoon was now a Linoone, a Galarian Linoone.

“Look at you, girl! You’ve evolved!” I said as Linoone tacklehuged me and licked my face. Glaceon celebrated it too and I managed to get up again, both Glaceon and Linoone were rubbing their furs againts my skin “Thank you so much, Milo”

“Don’t worry, Raikichi. We’re friends and friends are there for helping each other” he said 

“I should go back home now before my uncle decides to start a rescue if I don’t appear at home” I said with a yawn “I’ll come again to help you in order to return you the favor”

“You don’t have to, but if I see that I need help, I’ll tell you if you want to come”

I nodded and together with Glaceon and Linoone I mounted on the Flying Taxi that took me back to Motostoke. Once I arrived, I sighed and I made my way to my uncle’s house, only to be interrupted by a small bunch of people that were wearing similar clothes to the ones the furtives used. “Hehe, look what we found. The bitch that made our friends to end in jail” one of them said “Look at you, you look as the filthy bitch you are. You will pay for ruining our business” he said trying to grab my wrist but was interrupted by the Shadow Ball my Glaceon used against him “Your filthy Glaceon will pay for this” he groaned and commanded his Toxicroak to use Poison Jab againts her.

“Glaceon, dodge it!” I ordered and she did it, but then, another Toxicroak appeared and used Birck Break, hitting her on her back and throwing her away “Glaceon!!”

“Not so fast” the man said as he grabbed my wrist “You’re going to...Akh!”

Linoone had used Bite againts him and I got free and when his Toxicroak tried to use Poison Jab on her, she stopped the Pokemon using Thunderbolt. I had enough of this shit, but when I was going to command another move to Linoone, Glaceon jumped and now she was at her side, but poisoned, and using a Z Move with her in that condition wasn’t a good idea. “Glaceon, Linoone, use Ice Beam!!” I ordered and the furtive’s Pokemon were now frozen, but then I saw that there were two Thievuls coming for us. Glaceon was trying to keep up despite of the poisoning and Linoone didn’t recover all from her previous battle with Milo. With a curse, I cursed myself for not bringing more Pokemon with me, so I decided that the best was retiring, but I ended in the floor after being attacked by the Thievuls that used Dark Pulse, making also Glaceon and Linoone to end on the floor as well. Glaceon tried to keep fighting but I got her. I didn’t want her to get more hurted.

“Where is your strenght now, Champion?” the furtives said and laughed, insulting me and my Pokemon

But before I could reply, a Dark Pulse and a Flamethrower hit the Thievuls, throwing them to their trainers. “Raikichi!!” I heard my uncle saying as he approached me with Piers at his side.

“Hey, are you alright?” Piers asked kneeling at my side

“Yeah...But Glaceon and Linoone...”

“Piers, take my niece to my house” my uncle ordered as his Salazzle took position ready to battle

Piers nodded and after allowing his Obstagoon to take my Glaceon and my Linoone with him, I let my boyfriend to carry me on his back. Glaceon was shivering due the poison that was affecting her and I couldn’t help but feel guilty for that. “Babe, don’t cry, please” he said. Shit. I tried to hold my tears but it was impossible “I’m with you, and that’s all what matters, ‘kay?”

“Okay...” I said with a sob before seeing that we were entering in the Pokemon Center that was near my uncle’s house. Piers put me down and held me firmly as we approached Nurse Joy and let her take care of my Pokemon. While we waited, Piers held me close to him, waiting in silence as I let my tears away until I started to calm down “S-Sorry...I’m the worst trainer that...”

“Don’t continue that phrase, babe” Piers said stroking my cheek as he removed wipped the tears away 

“But look how Glaceon and Linoone are! I should have been more careful and maybe that Toxicroak wouldn’t have hurted Glaceon and...”

Piers rolled his eyes before kissing me, interrupting my words. Luckily for us, no one saw that. When we broke the kiss to get some air, he leant his forehead againts mine before hugging me “They took you by surprise. You were tired, and when someone is tired or exhausted, their reflexes are less than when they are fine...So please, stop thinking that about you, babe.”

“I really had a bad day, and all of this shit started in that damn restaurant” I said 

“Your uncle told me a bit of it, but if you want, you can tell me later once we’re in your home”

I nodded and when Nurse Joy called us, we went to the counter where Glaceon and Linoone were waiting, full recovered. With tears in my eyes, I hugged them and after thanking Nurse Joy, we went to my uncle’s home. Uncle Kabu wasn’t home, so I suppoused he was still dealing with the furtives. Glaceon and Linoone went to the  living room and Piers let his Obstagoon out of his Pokeball to be with my Pokemon. I was so tired that my legs failed, but Piers was quick and held me at time.

“Easy there, babe” he said going to the bathroom with me “I’ll prepare you the bath. Where are your sleeping clothes?”

“Under the pillows of my bed” I said as I started undressing slowly, trying to ignore the pain of my body. Piers quickly went to my room and as fast as he went, he returned with my sleeping clothes. He put them on one of the bathroom cabinets before starting to fill the bathtub with warm water.

“Let me help ya” he said removing the ponytail and my accesories. He stroked gently my skin, checking the small bruises I got “They’ll pay for this”

“They will have enough with my uncle’s punishment” I said as I finished getting undress

“But they are the friends of the ones that tried to hrut you when you defended Linoone” Piers said stroking my cheek “They hurted you, someone really precious to me, and I’ll make them pay”

“Piers...I don’t want you to get in trouble...” I said trembling “I don’t want you to get hurt...”

He stayed silent for few minutes before hugging me. Then, he kissed me and helped me to enter in the bathtub. I sighed in relief when I felt the warm water relaxing my tired muscles, and I got even more relaxed when Piers started to massage my shoulders, his callouse hands working in the right spots. After that, he went to the living room in order to check if my uncle had returned, and then, he came back. “It looks like Kabu is still with them”

“I should have deal with them...”

“Raikichi, please, stop saying that” he said as I cleaned myself “You were exhausted, and you didn’t expect to be battling againts six people at the same time, so please, babe, don’t say that”

I looked at him and I sighed before nodding and smiling softly. I finished cleaning myself and when I was ready to get out of the bathtub, Piers helped me and then, he helped me to get dried and dressed. With care and with a strong I didn’t think he could have, he carried me in bridal style to the living room and put me in the couch. “I’ll prepare you some dinner, ‘kay?”

I nodded and got comfy in the couch, smiling softly when I saw Obstagoon playing nice with Linoone. Glaceon jumped next to me and curled, her head on my leg. “I’m glad both of you are feeling better” I said

Piers made a simple but delicous dinner and after that, we cuddled in the couch watching some films in the TV until I fall asleep on Pier’s arms.

-------PIERS’ POV------

I didn’t expect to find Raikichi fighting a bunch of furtives in the middle of Motostoke, but there she was, and she was dealing with the friends of the bastards that decided to hunt near Spikemuth. Now, we were at his uncle’s house, cuddling in the couch. Kabu told me to take care of Raikichi as he dealt with those criminals, and there I was, hugging my brave girlfriend as we watched some silly but in a way, good films until I heard a very very small snore. I looked at Raikichi and I discovered she had fallen asleep. I couldn’t blame her; she was exhausted after all the thing that happened with Oleana, the work she did in the farm helping Milo cause she needed to get distract and then, the fight with the furtives. How a girl like her could have that amount of energy? I shook my head and smiled as I stroked her back gently. I understood her; Oleana could be a bitch, and with me, she always showed that haughty face cause she didn’t consider me a good Gym Leader only cause I rejected to use Dynamax. Fuck that bullshit. 

I sighed and then, I heard the main door opening; Kabu had returned home. He sounded tired. “Hey” I greeted him and he approached us “It took you too long deal with those bastards, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, but most of the time it was trying to avoid them to run away” he said with a sigh “How’s Raikichi?”

I pointed at her and he sighed in relief when he saw her sleeping. “We should take her to her room” he said and I nodded, being careful cause I didn’t want to wake up her and slowly, I went to her room and left her on the soft bed before covering her with the blankets. I smiled when I saw her hugging the Galarian Zigzagoon plushie I gave her.

“Piers?” Kabu called me and I went to the living room “Thank you”

“Don’t thank me. Ya know I’ll do everything for her”

“Then why you don’t stay tonight? She needs you after the hard day she had today...And don’t worry, I don’t mind if you sleep in her room. I trust you the enough to know you won’t do anything that would hurt her”

“I told you, I would never hurt her” I said and then, I yawned 

“Go to sleep. Both you and Raikichi deserve a rest”

“The same for you” I replied and then, I went to Raikichi’s room. I closed the door behind me and I kicked my boots away. I removed also the ponytail and my trousers before laying down next to her under the covers. I smiled as I stroked her cheek gently before hugging her. That made her curl closer to me as I embraced her with my arms. Glaceon curled at our feet and quickly fall asleep, and I followed my girlfriend to the dream world minutes later.

-----RAIKICHI’S POV------

I woke up with the chirps of the Rockidee that were outside in the balcon of my room. Slowly, I opened my eyes and I smiled when I saw Piers sleeping next to me, with his arms around me. I closed my eyes again and I nuzzled his neck. He stayed, he could have gone to his house but he decided to stay here, with me...He really loved me, and he didn’t stop showing me how much he loved me. With a soft sigh, I tried to get back to sleep, but failed, and that made him chuckle a bit as he woke up.

“You stayed...” I murmured againts his neck

“Of course I did, babe” he replied stroking my hair “I stayed cause I wanted, and also, cause your uncle asked me to stay...”

“Thank you, Piers...”

He smiled and then I rose my head to kiss him. “You smell sweet...Vanilla?”

“I knew you would like it, so yes” Piers chuckled as he hugged me again

“What time is it?...Oh shit, I had to go to help my uncle at the Gym”

“Nope” he said wrapping his arms around me “Your uncle said that you have all this day free, and since I have my day free as well, I have plans”

“What plans?”

“Doing things with you and having a lovely meal at the evening” Piers said “What do ya think?”

“That sounds fine for me”

Piers smiled and then, he stood up and after putting his trousers on, he exited the room, leaving me blushing madly. After some minutes, he came back with a bag on his hands. “I texted Marnie to bring me some clean clothes” he said before taking my hand and pulling me gently to his arms “Let’s go to have a delicious breakfast and enjoy this day, ‘kay?”

“With you at my side? Of course, babe?” I said kissing him

After the breakfast and getting ready, we went to do some activities to have me distracted cause I couldn’t stop thinking on what happened last day. Piers told me that we were going to stay at night in Wyndon, so he helped me to prepare a small bag with some clothes and things and once we were ready, we took a Flyinf Taxi to Wyndon.

Wyndon was really REALLY big. I was amazed at all the things I was seeing. First we went to visit some boutiques and then, we tried the battle in the Battle Caffé in which we on, with a bit of difficult, but we won. We had lunch after that and then, we went to visit more places during the evening, including the galar Hurricane. The views from the cabinet when we were in the highest points were beautiful.

“You’re enjoying, aren’t you?” Piers said smiling soflty

“Yeah...I really appreciate all the effort you doing to cheer me up. It’s really working” I replied smiling as well

“Then we should get to the next part of this special day” he said as we exited the Hurricane and then, we went to a restaurant to have a romantic dinner. We talked about his ideas for the concert and he suggested me to do a contest performance in the middle of the concert. I wasn’t sure but I told him I would think about it.

After the dinner, we went to the The Rose of the Rondelands, one of the most expensive hotels in the all Galar, and knowing that Piers had booked one of the most expensive rooms of the hotel made me look at him with curiosity. “Leon’s idea.” he said as we entered in the room, closing the door behind us “He wanted to pay the room but I said no cause I could afford easily with the money of the concerts and the money I win being the Gym Leader” he added as he removed his ponytail and then, he unbuttoned his shirt before kissing me “Did I tell you how much I love you?”

“Yes...But I love hearing you saying that, babe...” I said as he removed my clothes slowly after , and then, I did the same with his clothes. Once we got naked, we sealed our lips in a tender but passionate kiss as we laid down in the bed. Piers kissed me gently as he stroked my sking gently as well. I moaned when his lips went to my neck.

“Babe, if you want me to stop, if you don’t want to do this, tell me, ‘kay? I don’t you to feel uncomfortable” he said

“I want this, Piers...I want you...” I said to his lips beofre kissing them

Piers kissed my lips once more before going down, kissing my skin until he reached my wet entrance. Slowly, he started to lick my clit as his fingers stroked my entrance before entering a finger inside, making me moan and arch my bacl as I pulled his hair away gently. He entered a second finger and then a third one and I started to see the stars. We’ve talked a bit about when we were going to have sex the first time, and we were agreed that this first time would be romantic, and if we wanted it rough, it would be another day.

“Ah...Ah...Damn, Piers, this is so fucking good...” I moaned as I arched my back more and then, I reached my orgasm as I moaned his name. Piers went up and kissed me making me taste myself on his lips “I...I want you, Piers...Inside me...”

Piers nodded and after taking a package, he took the condom from it and covered his hard lenght with it. Once his cock was covered by it, he lined himself with my entrance and pushed himself in slowly with a moan. Fuck, he was big, but not too big that could hurt me. His lenght was enough to fill me. “Can I move, babe?” he asked softly and when I nodded, he kissed me as he started to rock his hips softly. We both moan as I crossed my legs around his waist. Piers moved a bit faster as we moaned louder. “Fuck, babe, you’re so good” he groaned with a moan as he bite my neck softly “You’re so fucking good” as he moved a bit faster than before “My goddess...My muse...”

“Ah...Piers...You’re so fucking good too...” I moaned even louder as I reached my orgasm again, crying his name as I moaned. Piers kept rocked his hips until he reached the climax as well. Both of us panted, trying to recover our breath. Once we recover our breath, Piers pulled out of me and after covering the condom with tissues and throwing it to the trash bin, he returned to bed with something on his hand. With his free hand he covered us with the blankets and I curled next to him. Then, I heard a noise coming from my belt and Glaceon exited from her Pokeball, and when she jumped onto the bed, she gave me the look that meant ‘I was tired of being in my Pokeball so I decided to get out sin you had finished your stuff’. I chuckled as I traced circles on my boyfriend’s chest with my fingers until he gave me a box. “For you, babe”

“What’s this?” I asked opening the box and taking out of it a Love Ball. I looked at him and then, I moved it and a Pokemon went out of it. I blinked twice until I realized that it was an Applin that after noticing me, went to nuzzle me before greeting Glaceon. “It’s so cute...Thank you, Piers”

“Here in Galar we have the tradition of giving an Applin to the person we want to confess our love or to the one that we actually love and we want to show them how much we love them”

“So that’s why you went to Turffield and asked Milo for help?” I said and he nodded before chuckling as I hugged him tightly “I really love this, Piers. I’m...I’m without words right now but...Oh, Piers, I love you, I love you so much. Thank you, thank you” I said kissing his face a lot before kissing his lips

“I love you too, babe” he said kissing me back before laughing when Glaceon sighed and curled herself to get some sleep. Then, he looked at me when I yawned, so he allowed me to lean my head on his chest “Did you enjoy this day?”

“Of course I did, babe...” I said closing my eyes, tangling my legs with his as I laced my fingers with his 

“Sleep well, my lovely muse...” he whispered before kissing my temple and bthen, he closed his eyes as well “I love you...”

“Love you too...” I whispered before I fell aslee, quickly followed by Piers.

[mrswalkerwritesagain]

Tequila Truths - Damien x Gabi

Prompts: Drunkenly confessing feelings from @cora-nova and You caught me doing something dangerous flipped out from an anon. Thank you for the prompts! I hope you like this! 

This is set about a year before the events of Perfect Match. 

Word Count: ~1600

Damien carefully adjusts the lens on his camera, trying to catch the money shot of Mrs. Cynthia Dyer cheating on Mr. David Dyer with Mr. Dyer’s half brother. It’s honestly not the most salacious job he’s ever taken, far from it, but it still leaves him with that pit in stomach, humanity sucks feeling that most of his cases give him. That’s the burden of being a PI though. Dyer’s half brother has just arrived at the seedy City Center Motel when Damien’s phone buzzes on the seat beside him. 

“Sorry, I can’t come to the phone right now,” he mutters. “I’m busy getting paid to be a peeping tom.”  

Damien starts snapping rapid-fire photos of Mrs. Dyer opening the door and enveloping the half brother in a passionate embrace and the phone stops buzzing briefly before starting up again. Damien snatches it up and answers without looking at the caller ID. 

“What?”

“Are you Mr. Damien Nazario?”

“Maybe. Who’s asking?” 

“Mr. Nazario, this is Gwen at St. Vincent’s Hospital. You’re listed as an emergency contact for Gabriela Park.” 

“Gabi?” Damien’s breath catches sharply in his chest. “Is she okay? What happened? 

“She’s currently admitted to our ER with some hand lacerations and she’s receiving fluids since she came in quite inebriated. We tried to reach her first contact, but there was no answer. Will you be able to come and pick her up?” 

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Damien says, adrenaline and worry making him fumble as he starts his car and heads to the hospital. Gabi, what did you do?

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At St. Vincent’s Hospital, Damien is a little more gruff with the staff than they probably deserve, but he can’t relax until he sees Gabi, until he knows she’s okay. He barks her name at the registration staff who call back to have a nurse come get him. He paces the ER waiting room anxiously until a young guy in gray-green scrubs calls his name and leads him through a labyrinth of hallways to a small, curtained-off bed where Gabi lays on her side, watching an old episode of The Crown and The Flame on a TV mounted to the wall. 

“Gabi...”

She looks up and blinks a few times before smiling sleepily at him. 

“Heeeeyyy,” she slurs, “Damien! It’s you! I knew you’d come. I told them you’d come. Nadia sleeps like a log, but I knew you’d come for me.” 

“Yeah, of course, always,” Damien nods his thanks to the nurse and sits beside Gabi. He looks down at her, something more than friendly concern coursing through him. She looks so small curled up on this hospital bed. Her makeup is smudged and there are dark circles under her eyes. Both of her hands are wrapped in thick layers of gauze. He picks one of them up and holds it between his hands.

“What the hell happened to you?”

“I fell down.” 

“Yeah, I kind of assumed that. How? Why? Why are you drunk off your ass on a Tuesday at 2:00 in the morning?” he drops into interrogation mode far more easily than he’d care to admit. Old habits refuse to die and he carefully watches as she answers him, looking for the truth behind her words. 

“I...ugh...I....” Gabi frowns deeply, looking away from him as an embarrassed look colors her features. “I found out that stupid Andrew has been cheating on me.” 

Damien has to bite his tongue from saying I told you so. He’d hated Andrew the Asshole on sight. Nadia had teased him it was because he “liked” Gabi, which made him sound like a lovestruck middle schooler, and she was totally wrong. He’d hated Andrew because he was a dick, a dude-bro, and a Yankees fan. While Damien never wants Gabi to hurt, he’s relieved that her latest boyfriend is out of their lives. 

“I know there’s more to the story than that,” he urges Gabi to continue. “I mean you didn’t shatter a wine bottle with your bare hands, did you?” 

“No, no wine,” Gabi laughs a little and then cringes, “but there was tequila involved. A lot of tequila which gave me the idea to find him and let him have it. So I went to Segal’s. Down by the docks.” 

“What?” Damien shouts, jumping from the bed and glaring down at Gabi. “What were doing in a place like that? Jesus Christ, Gabi! Do you know what kind of shit goes down there? You could have been hurt! Why didn’t you call me and let me handle it? God, you could have...”

He turns away, unable to finish the sentence, and rakes a hand through his hair. God, the things that could have happened to her. Damien lets out a slow breath to keep from berating Gabi again. He doesn’t have a lot of people that he likes, trusts, or cares about in this world and Gabi has managed to become someone he really likes, absolutely trusts, and cares deeply about. If anything had happened to her...

“Damien.”

He turns back around and Gabi is standing right behind him. Before he can overthink it, he wraps her in a tight hug, crushing her to his chest and laying his cheek on her head. Gabi’s arms slip around his waist and she nestles against his chest with a sigh. Her clubbed hands land on the small of his back, patting him gently. 

“So, what happened to your hands?” 

“I kinda, sorta threw a beer bottle at Andrew,” Gabi says. She shrugs without moving from his embrace and he can’t help but chuckle. 

“Of course, you did.” 

“I missed which is a good thing, I guess, but it kind of exploded on the wall. I tripped when I tried to leave and I landed in the glass.” 

Damien closes his eyes to keep from exploding with worried anger once again. He can picture her in the dimly-lit dive bar, stumbling and slurring and cursing out her ex. She’s such a spitfire, this one. But when he imagines her falling on the sticky wood floors, glass piercing the tender skin of her hands and no doubt causing tears fall from her big brown eyes, his heart just aches. He hates that he wasn’t there with her. 

“I’m so glad you’re here, Damien,” Gabi’s soft, tired comes through his thoughts and Damien leans back to look down at her. He tucks a stray curl behind her ear as she asks, “Can you take me home?” 

"Yeah, let’s get out of here.” 

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Gabi sleeps all the way to her apartment and Damien practically has to carry her up to her third-floor walkup. He keeps his arm firmly wrapped around her waist as he guides her through her messy apartment to her even messier bedroom. He uses one hand to toss stray t-shirts, jeans, and dresses from her bed, clearing a space to sit her down. 

“Why does this keep happening, Damien?” Gabi asks in a weary voice. 

“Well,” Damien answers as he walks into the bathroom to grab her a glass of water and some Tylenol. “You keep picking guys who are just...the worst.” 

“That’s not helpful.” 

“I know, but...Gabi, what are you doing?” Damien’s voice comes out choked as he walks back into the bedroom to find Gabi sitting on the bed without her shirt on. He spins on his heel and forces his eyes to the ceiling, but it’s too late. The mental image of Gabi clad in a simple gray cotton bra is burned into his retinas and it’s far more arousing than he would ever have thought...not that he’s thought about it before...much. Not the time. Not the time. Not the time, he chants to himself. She’s brokenhearted, drunk, and it is NOT the time.

“You can turn around,” Gabi says a moment later. Peeking over his shoulder, Damien breaths a sigh of relief when he sees she’s dressed in a slouchy, over-sized t-shirt and sleep shorts. Still looks cute as hell. He hands her the water and the Tylenol and she dutifully swallows it down before climbing into her bed. Damien pulls the floral comforter up over her. 

“You know you don’t have to keep settling for these guys who aren’t worthy of you, right?” Damien tells her gently and Gabi gives him a wry, sad smile. 

“Yeah, well, I can’t wait for you forever.” 

Damien freezes, staring down at her. She didn’t say what he thinks she said, did she? He shouldn’t ask. She’s out of it and she won’t remember this in the morning. He should let it go. 

“What did you say?” he croaks out and cringes. Apparently his mouth has different ideas than his mind does. Damn it. 

“I’m saying...I want you and I think you want me too.” 

“Gabi...”

“I know you’re not there yet, but hurry up, okay?” Gabi yawns as her eyes drift close and Damien watches as she falls asleep, leaving him with a heart pounding from panic and excitement. 

It’s truth. He does want her. He wants to be with her. But he’s not there yet. He’s not ready for that as much as he wishes desperately that he was. 

“Just hang on, Gabi,” Damien whispers, brushing a kiss on her forehead and smiling at the way she wrinkles it in response. “I’ll get there. I’m working on it, I swear. I’m going to become the man you deserve. I promise.” 

[meggtheegg]

Wow, I did not expect you to answer my question about the Evan actor interpretations so fast! Thank you so much! You said that you could do an analysis on the actor's interpretation on Evan as a character, so I was wondering if you would be willing to do that? I'm going to New York in a few weeks (planning on seeing MLB in DEH) and I am really excited to see DEH for the first time ever!

You’re so welcome! And that’s super exciting! Seeing DEH in person is so powerful, in a way that bootlegs just can’t capture. You’re gonna love it!

And, as requested, here’s some character interpretations :D

Michael Lee Brown - As I said before, MLB’s Evan is definitely on the autism spectrum. But, he doesn’t know it. His official diagnosis seems to be anxiety, and that’s what he’s running with. But the social anxiety is a direct response to people’s actual reactions to him, not a fear of what might happen. He doesn’t really understand social norms, and the way he talks and acts seems different to others. He’s had negative experiences with people, many times before. When Zoe calls him weird and he says “I know,” it feels like an exchange that has happened a lot. Especially with a friend like Jared, who breaks apart everything he says and does, he is extremely aware of the fact that, try as he might, he doesn’t always know how to act. And all the therapy and anxiety medication isn’t helping him much, either, because neither of them are addressing the actual cause of his struggles. Because of that, he feels broken. He avoids talking to people out of fear that he’ll get it wrong, and he has this desperate need to keep everyone around him happy all the time. His worst fear is people being mad at him, and that’s a big thing that pushes him through his every decision. It’s what makes him keep the lie going, it’s what makes him send Alana the note, and noticeably, it’s what gets him to admit the reason he broke his arm. With other Evans, Mike and Alex were gentler in that scene, coaxing the truth out of him, but when it’s MLB, they both yell at him. He doesn’t like big shows of emotion, in general. Seeing Cynthia cry is almost as painful for him as being yelled at. I think his Evan is in the unfortunate situation where he’s extremely empathetic, but struggles to process and deal with emotions. As for his relationships, he sees through some of Jared’s bullshit but does believe that he doesn’t actually want to be friends. He loves his mom, but doesn’t entirely trust her. He thinks she wants to “fix” him, and resents that enough to push her away. His crush on Zoe borders on a special interest. He knows every little detail about her, and I think it’s a compulsion at this point to learn more and more. Cynthia and Larry definitely become his surrogate parents, to the point that he forgets about Connor every so often, but whenever he’s reminded of him, he looks devastated for them. Especially for Larry. Also, I don’t remember if the others do this, but he has a bit of a freudian slip during “To Break In A Glove.” Instead of immediately saying “Connor was really lucky to have a dad who cares so much about taking care of stuff,” he just says “Connor was really lucky to have a dad.” He quickly catches himself and adds the rest, but he makes that a noticeable moment. 

Colton Ryan - The first word that comes to mind with Colton’s Evan is fear. He’s a very frightened kid. Where you feel like MLB’s Evan has had a lot of negative social experience, Colton’s Evan seems to just overthink everything. His mind jumps to the worst possible outcome of every situation, and he constantly does damage control for something that may never need it. He and his mom have a better relationship in the beginning, and it only falls apart once he becomes close with the Murphys. It’s like he doesn’t notice the flaws in their relationship until he experiences a different one. The things he says when they’re fighting come across as true, but they seem to have popped into his mind in the moment, rather than being something he’s wanted to say for a long time. The biggest thing he needs is a supportive figure in his life, and that’s what the Murphys provide. He needs reassurance that he’s doing a good job. He’s a really smart, nice kid with extreme self-esteem issues. Once he gains confidence, he thrives. His crush on Zoe feels more like a typical high school crush than an obsession, and their relationship is actually pretty sweet. (Colton is the only Evan who had believable chemistry with Laura Dreyfuss, in my opinion.) In the scene before Only Us, you really feel like you’re just watching two teenagers talking to each other. But, the loss of that relationship doesn’t feel so important because most high school relationships end, and that’s exactly what they feel like. A high school relationship. Fun, but ultimately temporary. He and Jared work off of each other really well, and you feel like they’ll actually make up after the end of the show. From the start, Evan’s very aware of his bullshit, and he’s just as sarcastic back to him. Even though Jared is probably one of the biggest things tearing his confidence down, he’s also one of the only people he’s comfortable with, in the beginning. They’re both relaxed around each other, and it’s the thrill of the Connor Project that pulls him away, not a genuine belief that Jared doesn’t care if they’re friends or not.

Taylor Trensch - Where Colton is frightened and MLB is awkward, Taylor is bubbly. He is the smiliest Evan, always cheerful and thinking of the positives. You sometimes get a glimpse into the idea that it’s an act, but a lot of the time, it seems genuine. He doesn’t seem to realize that Jared’s comments are mean-spirited, or that Connor signed his name in awkwardly large letters, and he seems genuinely grateful for both. Zoe seems to intimidate him way more than Connor does (and maybe that’s what he likes about her.) Taylor’s Evan is a double-sided coin. He’s the most outwardly friendly of the Evans I’ve seen, but also the most selfish. He almost seems to be manipulating the situation with the Murphys from the beginning. The fact that Taylor plays down the anxiety so much makes his actions feel more like calculated plans than split-second decisions. Once For Forever has happened, he is all in on making the lie as convincing as possible. He seems blissfully unaware of a lot of things, dismissing Jared in Act 2 with the same big smile and cheerful tone he always has. He’s shocked whenever anyone’s mad at him, like it never crossed his mind that he wasn’t being nice. He’s also the most in denial of how he broke his arm. He’s sobbing by the end of that scene, and still doesn’t seem to have accepted it. When he tries to tell Heidi about it later, he breaks down sobbing again. This Evan is more immature than the others, and either knows exactly what he’s doing or has greatly misinterpreted what he’s doing. He’s a master at convincing himself of things that aren’t true, and it makes sense that he does the same to other people.

Roman Banks - Roman is a very shy Evan. Much like Colton, he tries to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible. He’s a genuinely sweet kid, but he really doesn’t know where he fits in. And, I think his father leaving has had the biggest impact on Roman’s Evan. If I really wanted to overanalyze things, the fact that Heidi is white and Evan isn’t adds another emotional level to that plotline. He’s missing an important figure in his life and is constantly trying to fill that void. He’s also very much a kid. He hasn’t been exposed to a lot of the world’s problems, and when he’s thrown into the spotlight, he doesn’t seem to know what to do with it. He has a desperate need to keep people from worrying about him, so he puts on a very thin mask that a lot of people don’t see through. His mom, especially, takes everything he says and does at face value, when he wishes she would look harder. With the Murphys, he feels like it’s a little safer to not be completely okay all the time, because they aren’t either. They’re grieving their child, and they are able to provide each other mutual comfort. He helps to fill the void, and they let him be a little more vulnerable. He and Zoe together are just cute. They’re kids who are smitten with each other and have no idea what to do with those feelings, and it’s kind of adorable. Roman and Mallory work together really well, and seem like genuine friends irl. He doesn’t put her on as much of a pedestal as the other Evans sometimes do. He just really, really likes her. He’s a little more awkward around Larry, because he’s not really sure what to do with a father figure. But, when he takes a moment to open up to him, there’s finally a moment of real bonding, and from that point, Larry is constantly gently reassuring him. When the truth comes out, where it usually hits hardest that things with Cynthia or Zoe have been broken, Roman’s Evan losing his bond with Larry is what stands out the most. There’s a sort of relief during the scene before So Big/So Small, because finally, for the first time, he’s vulnerable with Heidi, and she accepts him. You can see the weight that’s lifted from his shoulders, and his improvement by the orchard scene feels like it was largely because of that freedom to be open with his mom.

[you-thinks-wrong-romeo]

Someone to Rely On

Zoe Murphy x Reader Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 1,425

Warnings: Mentions of Connor’s death, but no details past that, mentions of weed, HARDCORE CRUSHING ON ZOE the biggest of moods

Requested by anon: Thank you for answering! Can I request a fake dating Zoe Murphy with a side of mutual pining then please? lol (or honestly anything you can think of for her if you would write for her because you're fab)

A/N: Thanks for the compliments! I tried to make it fluffier, but that didn’t happen. Part 2?

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“Hey, Y/N!” Zoe greeted as she ran up to you. She hugged you tightly and quickly releasing you from the embrace.

“Hey, Zo,” you replied happily, laughing lightly at her enthusiastic greeting.

“I have so much to tell you about Jazz Band!” She said, launching into a long story about some kid, being really sweaty and awkward around her after her last show.

“Well, maybe he was nervous to talk to you. That’s the kid with anxiety, right? He’s in my English class,” you replied, “I mean, you’re pretty cute.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” she replied, “but you have to say that, you’re my best friend.”

You felt a pain in your stomach at the words. It was just a flash, but you knew what it was. You were Zoe’s ‘best friend’. You didn’t like when she liked someone else, whether it was a boy or a girl. You didn’t like when someone flirted with her or asked her out. You didn’t like it when she called you her friend.

A while ago, you had thought it was purely platonic love and protectiveness. Around a year ago, though, you had realized something.

You had a huge crush on Zoe Murphy.

“Umm, Y/N, are you okay?” She said, waving a hand in front of your face.

“I’m fine,” you replied, smiling at her, “just lost in thought. I should get to class.”

The rest of the day passed quickly. It was an oddly peaceful day, the kind of peaceful that only exists before a storm. Unfortunately, you didn’t notice it until it was too late.

You got to your house, just lying down on your bed when your phone went off.

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Zo

Can you come over?

Y/N

Definitely. Why?

Zo

Can’t write it. Can barely believe it. Just please, come?

Y/N

Okay. I’ll be there in a few.

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You got to the Murphys’ home, quickly finding the spare key and letting yourself in. You climbed the stairs quietly as to not disturb the quiet atmosphere. You walked to Zoe’s room. Before you entered, you saw that Connor’s door was open. Not only that, but Cynthia Murphy was sitting there on Connor’s bed. Connor never let anyone in there.

As you walked to Zoe’s room, you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for whatever was causing such strange behavior in the Murphy home. As you stood there you were hit by the odd yet familiar mixture of weed and cupcakes. The smell reminded you of the first time you had come over after Connor had started smoking at home. You and Zoe could hardly stand the stench of the weed, and you had been coughing since you got there. Zoe marched down the hall, armed with just a bottle of Velvet Sugar. It was new, you remembered, you had just gone to the mall together because she had run out of it. She walked to Connor’s door and started to spray it everywhere. She backed up as she did this, creating a barrier between Connor’s room and hers.

You opened the door to Zoe’s room as you went back to the real world. She was just sitting there on her bed. She looked completely emotionless. It was unsettling. She sat completely still until she noticed you a minute later.

“Hey,” she offered weakly.

“Hey,” you returned, your voice small and comforting, “what’s going on? Connor’s letting your parents in his room now?”

“He doesn’t have much say in the matter,” she laughed at her own, rather morbid, joke.

“What does that mean?” you asked, confused about Zoe’s humor in such a gloomy atmosphere.

“Connor’s dead,” she simply stated, as if it were the simplest thing in the world, “and you know the weirdest thing? I don’t care.”

“Zoe,” you said uneasily as you say next to her. You weren’t sure what today to that. “You can’t mean that.”

“But I do,” she flopped back to lie down, “I mean every word. He was a terrible person. He was a monster, and I shouldn’t have to remember him as anything different. My mom says that he tried, that he ‘deserves to be remembered with dignity,’ but what about what I deserve? I know it sounds self-centered, but-”

“I know, Zoe,” you cut her off when you noticed the tears sliding down her face. You wrapped your arms around her as you lay next to her. She quickly buried her face in her shoulder.

You both fell asleep soon due to the stressful day. You woke up an hour later. Seeing Zoe when you woke up was, well, confusing for a second, but after you realized the situation, you just looked at her for a second. Her face had returned to a more calm and somewhat happy expression, making you smile. She was so incredibly wonderful, and you couldn’t tell her that. Well, at least not in the way you wanted to.

You got up to see if you could sneak some food back up to Zoe. You had just entered the kitchen when Cynthia Murphy came in behind you.

“Oh, Y/N! You’re here!” She stated in an oddly perky voice.

“Yeah. Zoe needed some comfort with all of, well, you know,” you said, trying to match the home’s sad mood.

“Yes, I’m sure she did,” she said as if trying to convince herself of it, “when did you get here?”

“Zoe texted me when I got home, so probably about… 3:00?” you answered.

“Oh. So you’ve been here for over an hour?” She asked you.

“I guess,” you said back, “we sort of fell asleep. Tiring day, you know?”

“Of course,” she nodded understandingly, “so can I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” you spoke uneasily, wondering what she may want to know.

“Are you and Zoe dating?” She asked nonchalantly.

You panicked. You didn’t know what to say to that. Were you supposed to answer her? Laugh awkwardly?

“Mom!” Zoe yelled as she entered the room, saving you.

“What?” Cynthia asked.

“That is such an awkward question,” she answered.

“I’m just wondering. Dating someone might be good for you right now. Having someone at the funeral, someone to rely on,” she said as if it were a suggestion. You and Zoe both knew it wasn’t a suggestion, it was an order. She had to bring someone to the funeral and to any family events for the time being. You knew that, but nothing could prepare you for what Zoe did next.

“Well, mom, if you must know, yes. Y/N and I are dating.” She wrapped her arms around you, and kissed your cheek softly. You wished that you could stay in that moment forever, but you knew you couldn’t.

Eventually, Cynthia left the kitchen, and Zoe quickly jumped back. She looked scared, and sort of panicked.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N! I just panicked and I acted out of instinct,” she tried to explain the lie she had just told, “I can say that we broke up or something if you don’t want to pretend to date or whatever.”

“It’s fine, Zoe, it’s going to be okay. I’ll be your girlfriend if you need me to.” You grabbed her hand and pulled her into you as she looked like she was going to cry again.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“It’s okay. Plus, if I broke up with you now I’d be an asshole,” you laughed.

“The asshole that got away,” she returned, her mood improving already.

“Do you wanna go back upstairs? Watch some Disney movies on Netflix?” You asked her.

“Yeah,” she sighed, “you’re so nice.”

“I mean, I’ve gotta take a care of my girl, right?” You asked jokingly.

“Yeah.” Zoe agreed.

You ended up asking your parents if you could stay the night. They agreed once you explained the situation to them. Neither you nor your parents ever mentioned your feelings for Zoe, but they knew. They knew how you’d do anything to help her. They knew how you looked forward to your “friend dates” whether you went to the mall or watched Netflix, you were excited any time you saw her.

You fell asleep holding Zoe. She had curled up into you as she slowly and peacefully drifted off to sleep. You both basked in the feeling of being so close to your crush, and, for a small time, you were both content, maybe even happy. You soon followed her lead, falling into a deep sleep. Neither of you worried about the next day.

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