#do you got games on your childhood clubhouse?

[fae-morrigan]

locations that I think should come back:

I mean, I think we saw this for what, six issues before kid amazo destroyed it? then, it wasn't used in adventures or challenges at all. I think it'd be neat if they fixed it up and used it again. I wanna know what all the shit in this shot even does. it was so underutilized in book.

I think it'd also be neat if it became a team base/clubhouse for all their friends, not just jon and damian. So much of the Supersons friendship is defined by their isolated childhoods and being the only kids like them, but that's just not true anymore. neither of these characters are isolated nowadays, they both have friend groups outside of one another that could easily be brought together into one big community. use the fortress of attitude as the weird teenage dirtbag hype house. plus they can play D&D in there!

[pandorasprongs]

CHAPTER THREE | so inviting, i almost jump in.

'it's nice to have a friend' masterlist + playlist | previous chapter

PAIRING: jamie tartt x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

SUMMARY: jamie and reader go out for drinks and meet a familiar face that brings up a painful memory for both of them.

WARNINGS: language

A/N: i'd like to apologize in advance for this one because the end is just 100% angst so brace yourselves sorry :')

It was like deja vu. Over the past weeks, you and Jamie started hanging out on a regular basis. Late nights and weekends were often spent eating pizza, watching old movies, and searching for old schoolmates online. He even helped you re-organize your room when he arrived during one of your cleaning days. You uncovered a box of old toy rings that Jamie gave you every birthday of yours for five years.

Initially, Jamie would message you if he was on the way. But the more he came over, it went back to your usual habits of him just showing up at your door at random hours of the day. When you weren't home, he'd message that he dropped by and then you'd call him when you got back. He'd race over to watch another one of your favorite childhood movies.

You hadn't realized how much you missed it all till you started spending time with Jamie again. You missed it so much that you may have neglected to mention to Liv how often you were with him. Despite the mini-sermon she gave you weeks ago about confronting Jamie, you hadn't actually made any moves to do it. All of this started to feel normal, regular, and the thought of disturbing that scared you too much. Even if there were times where you were annoyed at how casual he talked about the past few years of radio silence from him. Or how he'd mention his Man City teammates and you felt like tensing up every time.

There was no need to bring it up anymore, something you repeated to yourself. Plus, you were noticing that Jamie was now closer to your childhood best friend than the one who broke your heart. But still, you were cautious around the footballers Jamie associated with. Even when the season started again and Jamie would offer to tour you around the clubhouse or reserve tickets for the games, you'd always politely decline. You're sure the AFC Richmond players aren't terrible people given how highly Jamie would talk about them, but better to be safe than sorry.

Besides, with his now swamped schedule, you hadn’t seen Jamie recently. The most you did was when he’d send messages before training or games to which you’d answer with a “Good luck!” It was weird in the beginning, given that when he was at Man City, Jamie didn’t do any of that, but you hoped that this meant he wouldn’t leave again.

The next time you did was the night after one of their games, which continued their winning streak, thanks to Zava. While you knew Richmond fans — well, Liv and Frankie — were absolutely ecstatic to have him, Jamie despised the guy. You stopped yourself from pointing out the hypocrisy of him hating the player for being self-centered and thinking highly of himself.

You guess it’s working though because now you’re watching Richmond secure their fifth win in a row with your neighbor’s kid, Ronnie. When her mom found out you were a Science professor, she practically begged you to tutor her kid (and occasionally babysit). Ronnie was in primary school, so the lessons were pretty simple and you’ve been doing sessions every week to help her out. You always rewarded her afterward with whatever she wanted to watch on your TV that was age-appropriate, of course. This time, — after running back to their flat to get her Obisanya shirt, — she decided on watching the game. 

“Zava’s incredible,” she murmured next to you, staring at the screen as if in a trance. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the reaction. The game was finished and so the channel was just playing match highlights, which for Richmond, were mostly their current star player. Sometimes, you’d spot Jamie in the background and even though the rest of the team was cheering along, he was having a hard time masking his resentment.

When you were finally able to drag her away from the TV, you heated up two plates of lasagna. Ronnie’s mom still hadn’t knocked on your door and you didn’t want to leave her alone in your flat, so she was having dinner with you tonight. For the most part, it was just like eating with Jamie. She was non-stop talking about the match which turned to talking about her favorite players and future games. It reminded you of Jamie as a kid, who’d go on and on about the exact same things.

As you’re washing dishes and Ronnie’s answering some extra worksheets, — she asked for them! — you hear the doorbell ring. You go over and find Jamie standing at the door, much to your surprise.

“Hey! Didn’t know you were coming over,” you say, but after noticing his exasperated expression, you tilt your head. “I know you don’t like a certain teammate, but I thought you’d at least be happy about the win.”

Jamie sighs. “I know." He gives you a weak smile, and you have to admit that even that simple act made your heart skip. “Is that lasagna?”

Jamie enters the room without warning and as soon as he does, your eyes widened remembering who else was there. You turn to the dining room table at the same time as Jamie and together, watch a 9-year-old stare in awe.

“Oh my God,” she let out. “That’s Jamie Tartt!” She walks over to you, leaving behind the worksheets. 

You lean over and whisper to Jamie, “Forgot to mention I’m watching my neighbor’s kid.”

But Jamie’s already jumped into celebrity mode. He crouches down and confirms, “That’s me.” He glances at her oversized jersey before asking, “You a fan of Richmond?”

Ronnie nods her head enthusiastically. “I’m Ronnie! Congrats on winning!”

Jamie chuckles, and thanks her. “Nice to meet you, Ronnie.”

You hear someone approach the door and clear their throat and you turn to find Ronnie’s mom looking curiously at you. You turn back to Ronnie — who has now launched into a full monologue about how much she loves the team — and exclaim, “Look who else is here! I think it’s time to head back to your flat, Neens.”

She pouts at that statement, but one look from her mom and she was waving goodbye to the player. You quickly collect all of her stuff scattered around the place and hand it to her mom, who seems too exhausted from her shift to even notice the other person in the room.

Once you close the door, you lean on it and sigh in relief. “Sorry about that. I sometimes watch her after tutoring if her mom isn’t back, yet.”

Jamie shakes his head. “Nah, not a problem. I love meeting fans. Real ego boost.” 

Yet another countless eye roll. “Calm down. You’re not even her third favorite player.”

Jamie scoffs, almost offended but after remembering the lasagna, he heads to the kitchen for a plate of his own. You walk beside him and after tripping over a loose marker Ronnie left, you fall forward. Jamie's reflexes kick in and he catches you quickly and you grab hold of his — really broad, you notice — shoulders to steady yourself.

Now you're stuck in a position that happens in almost every 90s rom-com you've watched: your feet diagonally off the ground with Jamie's hands gripping tightly at your waist. Both of you are too much in shock to move and simply look at each other with wide eyes. Your faces were close, too close to be platonic if it was intentional. So much so that if you leaned forward, just a little bit…

You snap out of the trance and move to stand straight up as Jamie lets go of you. You head over to the sink and quietly curse at yourself and that stupid blue marker. Things haven't been weird between you and Jamie for ages. And you weren't going to let the possible resurfacing of your feelings ruin that. Not again. Plus, if you were already burying your old feelings of resentment, why not add onto it too?

You go back to washing dishes when Jamie asks you a question. "Are you doing anything Saturday night?"

Given what just happened, your mind wanders off in the romantic direction before you shake your head. Instead, you respond, "I think you know better than anyone that I never do anything Saturday night." You reply as you wipe your hands. "Why?"

"Just wondering if you want to get a drink with me. Well, you get a drink and I get water 'cause fucking Roy’s banned me from alcohol till the season’s over. I just really need a night out. Fucking Zava, I swear." Forget the fact that he was technically at a night out with his teammates earlier; he more of just wanted a night out with someone who isn't so related to his football life. Or, he just really wants a night out with you.

You snort at that last comment but oblige anyway, ignoring the feeling of disappointment.

Jamie and you had only ever hung out together in the comfort of your own home. You'd just assumed that it was to avoid any unwanted press and since the bar he mentioned was one of those members-only pubs, it makes sense that the first time the two of you hung out publicly was there. But seeing as it was a pub, it's not going to be a romantic not-a-date date that you'll be going on.

Though, you soon realized how different it was from your usual places. Everyone there was dressed up so formally and you were glad that you picked the black trousers that you usually only wear to work over your everyday jeans that had paint stains at the bottom of them. Maybe you had worn it in case Jamie at the last minute decided to take a detour to a nice restaurant, but you were relieved either way.

The two of you ended up just sitting in the bar while Jamie complained about his most recent Twitter feud. Christ, you pray for Keeley Jones for having to deal with all his PR nonsense. When he starts shit-talking Roy for getting him up at 4 am for training, — “I thought he was joking!” — you end up tuning out of the conversation knowing how long the rant was going to be.

Your eyes drift off behind Jamie when you notice a familiar face. Suddenly, it felt like the walls were closing in on you. You could feel your breathing hitch and your fingers were scratching the inside of your palm. Before you could even consider doing anything, he reached you.

"Jamie Tartt!" The footballer's train of thought is broken and he turns to his former teammate to greet him. "Haven't seen you since you went off to be a reality star!"

Jamie simply rolls his eyes at the comment. "Well George, I haven't seen you since they forced you out of Man City!"

"They couldn't afford me anymore," He shrugs before his eyes land on yours. You shift in your seat and you can see the exact moment when Jamie notices how uneasy you've become. "And who's this with you?"

He doesn't remember you. And why would he? To him, you were just another crazed fan at a pub, one of many he's encountered over the years. You doubt that the memory of that night stuck with him the way it did to you.

"This is (Y/N), an old friend of mine," Jamie adds carefully and you build up enough courage to shake his former teammates' hand, but not enough to stay in this conversation.

"I'll let you two catch up while I get another drink." You explain, in an obviously fake cheery voice, but only Jamie spots it. He reaches out for your hand on the table to comfort you, but you swipe it away before he can.

You head off to the other side of the bar to order another beer, but you can't stop your eyes from shifting over to the pair of them again. Jamie looked so comfortable laughing and talking to George. You scoff at the sight. How could he act so chummy with that guy when he was the driving force for why the two of you ended on shitty terms in the first place?

Jamie's told you all about how he's been working on himself and trying to become a better person, but a part of you still feared that one interaction with that guy would unravel everything. He was an absolute prick; the number of fights and scandals Jamie had been in for his entire career was nothing compared to the amount George had in his first five years.

You wanted to trust Jamie, but he was always quick to change who he was when he was around certain people. You just hoped he had grown enough to not let his Man City "mentor" — too many of George’s scandal photos had a 19 to 22-year-old Jamie Tartt in the background — bring back the side of him he's tried so hard to erase.

You don't know how long they were talking, but by the time they moved over to the pool table, your vision was already starting to blur. The drinks just kept coming. Flashbacks from that night started to come in too: the spotting Jamie in the crowd, the confrontation, the holding back of tears, and the walk-out. You couldn't look over at the pair of them without an intense pain appearing in your chest.

Jamie looked back to where you were supposed to be seated and found you spacing out into a corner. It was the same dreamy and tired look you had the first time you tested your alcohol limit when your parents were out of town. Immediately, he abandoned the game of pool and rushed over to you.

"Maybe that's enough alcohol for tonight." Someone pulls the Cosmopolitan from your grasp and you squint your eyes to identify them as Jamie.

"Ha, that's rich coming from you." You can't remember how many times you've had to help Jamie sneak up the stairs and into his bedroom after a night out. "Aren't you still busy hanging out with that Man City prick?" Lack of tactfulness is the most obvious sign you'd drank too much.

"Woo, a little harsh there," You hear George come up to the two of you. You rush — well, more of stumble — forward to confront him, but Jamie holds you back. The retired footballer points out, "She's a feisty one."

"Let's bring you back to your flat, yeah?" Jamie offers softly, but you remove yourself from his arms and shake your head.

"I am perfectly capable of getting home by myself." You grab your clutch from the table. "Don't want to ruin another night for you guys, right?"

A pang of guilt visibly hits Jamie, but George is just left confused. You start to walk towards the exit and get to the door till you feel someone gently take hold of your left arm.

"You can't even see your phone clearly to book a taxi. I'll drive you home." Jamie's voice is low and whatever common sense you have left takes him up on your offer. He turns his head to say goodbye to George, but all the former footballer does is shout, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" following by a boastful laugh.

You clench your clutch at the comment, but Jamie brings you out the door before you can turn back and do something that'll land you on the front page of the Sun the next morning.

When you get to Jamie's car, he carefully helps you into the passenger's seat and puts on your seatbelt before getting into the car himself. Once the car starts, you take the chance to close your eyes in an attempt to remedy the throbbing headache you feel is already coming on.

You don't know how long you stay like that, but when you open your eyes, you're already at your building. You slowly get out of the car and once you make it to the sidewalk, Jamie asks, "Can’t believe you just downed a dozen drinks like a recent divorcee."

"I wonder why," You scoff and side-eyed him, unwilling to move your head from looking forward. You see the footballer's expression drop and suddenly you understand what Liv was going on about. You finally break. "How could you still be so friendly with him, Jamie! He’s an absolute arse and everyone in England knows it!"

"He was my teammate! And still a major name in football, even after retirement and all the shit he’s done. I didn't want to risk anything!" Maybe if you were sober, you'd accept that reason. There were countless alumni, tenured professors, and chairmen that you had to suck up to just to keep your job. But were drunk people ever known to be rational?

"Is that why you let him talk to me like that? Back in the pub?"

"You two barely spoke a word to each other," Jamie points out but you shake your head furiously.

"I mean back in Cardiff!" You exclaimed loudly and you knew for a fact that at least one of your neighbors had heard your outburst. But you didn't really care.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. You went to walk up the stairs, expecting it to be the end of it. If Jamie didn't have anything to say, then what was the point? He'd let you walk away and tomorrow morning, you'd be back to normal and you can just pretend this night didn't happen. You've done it before.

"You said you didn't want to talk about that." Jamie finally speaks up.

"I thought I didn't," you admit, your voice levels lower than before. You continue walking when you feel a presence following suit. You stayed in that silence till you made it back to your flat. It's a miracle you didn't tip over on the way in, but spite was enough to power you through.

Jamie closed the door behind him and sighed, "I couldn't just ignore him at the bar."

Suddenly, any fear of confrontation seemed to disappear. Your anger resurfaced and you spit out, "You seemed just fine ignoring me for seven years." You turn to face him and for a second, the pitiful look in his eyes almost made you back off. Almost. "Or is abandoning your best friend easier when she's not some big-shot footballer?"

"I know you're mad," Jamie starts and you angrily run your hands through your hair.

"Yes, I'm mad, Jamie!" You shout and you watch him take a step back, but you don't falter. "I'm mad at you! Seeing George tonight just reminded me of it and how a part of me still fucking hates you for taking their side."

"I've been trying to apologize—"

"I know, Jamie, but I'm still pissed at you, okay? For leaving me like that! And for letting me leave that night! I mean, how could you? Just throw away a decade of friendship for some football assholes that threw you away the second they could." Everyone knew how Jamie's career with Man City ended and it was surely a sore spot for the player, but at that moment, you didn't care.

Before Jamie can even defend himself, you start again. "I... fuck Jamie, I loved you. You were my best friend. I would've spent every waking hour with you if I could've. But you couldn't care less about me, right? The moment someone more famous than me believed in you the same way I always did. You just stopped answering my calls, and my texts, and even my parents when they asked you for me! Worst of all, you didn't give me a single reason why!

"Honestly, I would've been fine if you did stop being friends with me, as long as you gave me an explanation. Even if it was for some stupid reason that I wouldn't understand or hate you for, because at least I could've moved on! Instead, I spent years wondering where it all went wrong. If I could've done something, anything to change what happened." You start to feel the strain on your throat and know for a fact that at least one of your neighbors would be eavesdropping, but you were finally letting it out.

Your voice comes out hoarse, "And then the next time I did see you, in that pub, you were a whole new person. A complete and utter prick, Jamie. After that night, I prayed that you'd come to your senses. Do the decent thing and apologize, even if it was just a fucking text or something. But no, you kept ignoring me and pretending I didn't even exist. So I forced myself to stop thinking about you. To stop caring about you calling me. To stop dreaming about you telling me you fucked up and that you were sorry. So I could move on with my life."

You look away from Jamie and around the living room in an attempt to stop the tears from flowing down. You were unsuccessful. "And after years, I did move on. I went to London, got a job, and stayed as far away as I could from football. From you. But God, you always find a way back to me, huh?

"It just had to be you who found me in Nelson Road that night. It had to be you who picked me up, who drove me home, and reminded me how happy I was when we were kids. So much so that I thought I'd be fine without an apology! As long as I had you back in my life, it'd be fine. But as you can tell now, it's not." The amount of alcohol in your system was wearing you down and you were starting to get tired.

You start to lose your balance when Jamie's there to catch you, but you harshly push him off you. He doesn't seem affected by your strength, but even then, he moves back.

  "Just get out, Jamie." is all you manage to say this time and after hesitating for a moment, he does. Now you're left alone again, only with your thoughts and the realization that any chance of bringing back what you had with Jamie was gone.

A/N: and that's that! i hope this teases the interlude nicely cause i'm sick of being so vague about that night since that's up next and trust me, it gets worse in that one... anyway i hope you all enjoyed this one!

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[mitz-prompts]

prompt: hannigram, baseball AU

so i was rereading some of my old baseball fic and i was thinking about how the really special thing in those fics, that i can't really pull off in other fandoms, is the focus on like... analytical masculinity, and brotherhood. like the way it's so easy for some cis men to be Men, and Brothers, and Relaxed In Their Own Skin, and how interesting it is to write from the perspective of the men for whom it is not easy, but they nevertheless have to pretend it is in order to be accepted by the specific culture they find themselves in (professional sports)

and i started noodling with like... if i had to write an alternate universe where Will and Hannibal were also inside the culture of professional sports, where would i place them?

and how would they respond?

so okay. Will. let's start with Will.

if you put Will Graham in a professional baseball clubhouse, i could definitely squeeze some masculinity angst and homosexual longing out of him.

but i also don't love the idea of him being a player, because i think that playing sports - being physically fit and getting a lot of sun and nutrition and aerobic exercise - would create a way healthier neurological baseline for will graham than what we're used to in canon.

also i think to progress in a team sport, to keep getting promoted from the high school leagues all the way up to the majors, you can't be an antisocial dick 100% of the time. you have to be able to play on a team and people have to like you, to some extent. otherwise you wouldn't make it that far because your team would keep losing and/or people deliberately wouldn't scout you because you'd be too much of a social poison in the clubhouse.

and the idea of will graham actually doing that seemed ludicrous to me

so i scrapped the idea of him being a player

what he COULD do is analytics. he could definitely be the moneyball guy. he could definitely do the math. and he could also have impeccable insights into other teams' players, he could catch on to little things that change the game. he could be hired on as a stats guy and wind up being the guy who can magically clue you into the opposing pitcher's tells.

the question then becomes - how did Will get into baseball in the first place, if he wasn't a player? how did he wind up dedicating his brilliant mind to baseball instead of being a cop or a bug scientist?

enter: dad graham. he wasn't a boatyard mechanic, at least not at first. he was a player

i couldn't decide if he was just in the minors or if he got to the majors... i feel like he would have to be a minor leaguer to establish the poverty angle of will's childhood, but i like the idea of Will getting to see the major league clubhouse as a young kid. maybe dad was briefly a major leaguer but didn't have a notable career.

the point is, will didn't have a mom, and got dragged all around the country by his dad's career, and he LOVED it

will graham was never an athletic kid

and, though he wouldn't know it until later, he was gay. and probably autistic.

and he did not, could not, navigate the rules of masculinity as demonstrated by dad and colleagues. if there were other kids in the clubhouse, will didn't get along with them. he wasn't relaxed like them, he wasn't casual, he wasn't comfortable in his own skin.

he envied what the adult men had

he sorely envied the camaraderie and trust and confidence that he could only mimic but never truly internalize

he grew up watching and watching and watching. and idolizing. and coveting.

maybe he did start to play a little bit, too, but i imagine he got bullied badly in school the few times he did go. or bullied somewhere else. or something. i just want some rude kids to beat him up so bad that it permanently fucks up his shoulder for life. and he has to look at his dad's face after, and know that his dad is disappointed in him somehow. for permanently killing the dream that his only son might play pro ball the way he never could.

so anyway. will's obsessed with baseball and finding his way into the industry because he needs dad's approval one way or another.

dad probably dies at some point. it's very sad. but will's already on this path. he sees pitching stats in his dreams. it's his entire consciousness. it's all he knows how to do.

he's probably in his 20s during the stat revolution in baseball, when moneyball happens and they all realize they can use computers and math to make a team do better. and will becomes a hot commodity. he gets promoted and promoted and scouted by other orgs

maybe he settles in at his dad's favorite major league team. feels like some kind of karmic justice.

so when he's in his late 20s, he starts traveling with the team. since he's the stats guy and he's the secret weapon and he can give tips in real time.

surreal, to be on the airplane with a bunch of young men his same age. they mistake him for a player sometimes, at first. some of the players try to talk to him, give him nicknames. he's not good at it, never has been. but he does catch himself staring at them sometimes. the way they touch each other, like it's no big deal. the way they flirt and tease and shove each other around. the way they jostle and joke and sleep on each other's shoulders and make crude jokes and prank each other.

he wants it, he tastes it salty on his tongue. he gets very well acquainted with his hand. he keeps his head down and wears his glasses and plaid shirts, just far enough on the outside to not get dragged into the clubhouse dynamics he observes from behind the wall of the fishbowl

and then they all stay the same, but will keeps getting older, and before he knows it, he's in his late thirties, and older than every player in that locker room, but it still feels like they're dad's friends, and he still has lurid fantasies where they hold him down and fuck him. But. He's dealing with it.

so that's Will

enter Hannibal

I don't know what the fuck Hannibal's backstory would be to get him to this point; frankly it feels necessary that he would have some sort of childhood trauma informing his entire vibe. but let's pick up with him at age 15 or 16, and he's getting involved in the Japanese leagues

He's obsessed with Baseball.

Well

He's obsessed with hurtling rock-like objects at human beings at high speeds.

Baseball is a sublimation of that obsession and he pursues it gleefully

I think it'd be easier for him to slip his way into the Japanese leagues to start with because I think it'd be easier for him to lie convincingly there

because the culture of baseball in Japan isn't as diametrically opposed to Hannibal's entire aesthetic in quite the way the American baseball culture is

anyway he somehow socially engineers his way into a kinesiology degree, and maybe some pitching coaching

and he's very pleased for many years doing secret things that nobody knows about

flash forward thirty years to him getting hired as head pitching coach on the team that Will works for

i think Will would be fascinated by Hannibal's ability to code switch

He dresses down and acts like one of the guys when he's coaching, you literally would not recognize him. slides much closer to Nigel than Hannibal. but it's all a performance.

Hannibal's whole personality changes if he's speaking to the team owners, or even the team manager

he's a chameleon. he's very comfortable in every situation.

he's one of a kind

and the stats, somehow, SOMEHOW, show Will something absolutely mind-boggling

which is that, somehow, somehow, buried in the data, there's a statistically significant trend suggesting that hannibal is deliberately coaching the pitchers to throw in the top of the zone more often. they're missing at the top of the zone more often than missing at the bottom of the zone. they're getting tired faster. it's completely absurd.

Will tells Jack about this, but the team is having an absolutely blessed season, their record is way over .500, and Jack is entirely uninterested in messing with a good thing.

but this cannot be the secret sauce that's making them win. it's just not possible. this trend means that when the pitchers get tired, they lob one right down mainstreet, instead of burying one in the dirt -- when the pitchers blow up, they blow up bad

but things are smooth sailing despite all that. jack thinks it doesn't matter if hannibal is giving the pitchers bad technique, because hannibal is clearly winning the head game with their confidence, and that's making all of the difference. he starts calling hannibal "dr. lecter" and the players pick it up as well.

will stalks hannibal and pores through the data, blah blah blah, relationship development and tension and AU stuff and romance.

eventually we discover that hannibal's anachronistically gothic library at home is full of manuscripts and artworks and historical tomes about humans being stoned to death

and he's got some kind of like. framed oil painting. of randy johnson murdering that fucking mourning dove with a 100mph fastball

hannibal has sketchbooks full of little drawings of medical diagrams of the human skull. and reparative surgeries.

and basically. basically. hannibal just wants to ply the strings of fate just enough that one day, one day, he'll get to watch someone get murdered by a baseball. he's obsessed with the idea of seeing human brain matter smeared on the backstop.

and will is horrified by this but literally no one believes him, because it's absolutely ridiculous

and eventually hannibal seduces Will, as one does, and they conspire to make the murder pitch even more likely. the end.

also maybe will gets some dick at some point

[ortizobsessed]

No Matter What

This one was requested by @aimkatsz. It’s longer than any other fic I’ve written before, but I’m pretty confident it’s also one of my favourites. To anyone who takes the time to read the entire thing, thank you.

Reader x Juice where you and Juice are very close friends, and he comes to you distraught and in need of comfort. (This is intended to take place in the midst of the Season 4 craziness)

Note: I am in no way trying to say that sex is the magic cure to all mental health issues (and I tried to make that clear in my writing) but I truly believe that a moment of intimacy shared between two people at the right time can be beautiful and very powerful.

Warnings: Mention of a suicide attempt, a few swears, and smut.

Word Count: 3267

Masterlist

Things between you and Juice were complicated, in your eyes at least. What started out as a casual friendship, talking for a few minutes here and there when you crossed paths at the clubhouse, soon blossomed into what you knew would be a life-long bond. Although unsure of what exactly that entailed, you knew you needed Juice in your life no matter what, just as much as he needed you.

The feelings you had for him started out small, when you began noticing all the little things he would do. Like the way he hugged you a little bit longer than the rest of the guys did. Or the way he smiled at you from across the room. Or the way he laughed at your jokes, even when you knew they weren’t all that funny.

It was late one night, and your phone rang. “Hey Juicy!” You became painfully aware of just how fast you always seemed to answer your phone when you saw his name popped up.

“Hey Y/N!” Hearing him say your name made your stomach flutter; that was new. “What are you up to tonight?”

“I don’t have much planned actually, so I’ve got some free time.” With this new self-awareness, you found yourself trying hard to play it cool.

“Great, well I was thinking of having a games night, maybe watch a movie or something. Would you be interested?” You knew any time Juice held a games night, everyone was there. You were more than happy that you were part of the core group of people he always invited, but something in the back of your mind wanted it to be just the two of you. Apparently Juice had the same idea, because when you asked who all was going to be there, his response was, “Well...that’s the thing. I was hoping you would be okay with it just being the two of us this time? The guys get a little rowdy sometimes,” he teased.

You laughed right along with him, “Really? I hadn’t noticed!” Breathing in deep, you attempted to calm your nerves before continuing with, “But yeah- yeah that would be fine with me! Maybe now we’ll finally be able to figure out who the real Mario Kart champ is!”

“Oh, you are so on!” The excitement in his voice was obvious, and you couldn’t help but smile.

Countless times that night you found yourself staring at him just a little too long.

One final lap was left on Rainbow Road, you and Juice were neck in neck, one tiny slip up away from being the loser. That’s when it happened, a lone banana peel laying right in the middle of the track, and Juice ran right into it. You made the final push over the finish line and threw your arms in the air.

“YES!” you yelled, pure adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Juice dropped his head and shook it side to side, before looking up at you, a huge smile on his face. “Okay- okay! You won, fair and square!”

Taking a deep breath and looking him in the eyes, you humbly thanked him. “Well, you made me work for it, that’s for sure!”

Then all of a sudden it hit you, like crashing into a brick wall at 100 miles an hour. You could see a future. In a flash you saw Juice teaching your kids how to play the game, one of them sitting on his lap, his hands over top of their tiny fingers, helping them move the controls.

From that day on, things were a little fuzzy around him. You couldn’t help but replay that night over and over and over again. But nothing seemed to come of it. You’d convinced yourself that it was all in your head. Besides, was the amazing friendship you had worth risking just to find out if he felt the same?

Fast forward 8 months.

Juice had been very distant lately, and it was getting more and more difficult to ignore as the days passed. The happy, playful person you had come to know and love over the past few years was slowly fading. You’d attempted to get him to talk about whatever was bothering him a few times, but he just kept telling you he was “fine”, it was just some “club shit”.

It was a Thursday night, and as you sat at home mindlessly flipping through the channels on your TV, all you could think about was Juice. You debated calling Chibs a couple times to ask if he’d noticed anything weird about him lately, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. If it was all in your head, you would be worrying the club for nothing. But you couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. You decided that if you didn’t hear from Juice by the weekend, you were going to call someone and figure out what the hell was going on.

A few minutes later, you heard a soft knock on the door. You turned the TV off and set the remote down on your coffee table. Looking through the peephole in your front door, you saw that it was Juice.

Before you knew it, you had the lock flipped, the door open, and you were standing face to face. It didn’t take long to realize that he had been crying; his eyes were puffy, and his breathing was heavy.

“Juice! What’s wrong?” You wasted no time, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and pulling him close. The lack of response from him frightened you. As you released him from the hug, you slid your hands down his arms until you were holding his hands in yours. Giving them a light squeeze, you motioned with your head for him to come inside.

Once inside, you flipped the lock on the door and turned to face him again. He pushed the hood of his sweater off his head, and that’s when you noticed it. Large patches of bright red and purple all around his neck.

“Oh shit- Juan-”

Tears started to build in your eyes, and it wasn’t long before they were rolling down your cheeks.

“What happened?! Who did this to you?!”

You could see it in his eyes; no one did this to him.

“This- this wasn’t an accident...was it?”

He still hadn’t spoken a word, he just shook his head.

Almost like a switch had been flipped, he went from standing completely still, unable to speak, to pacing back and forth in your living room, mumbling to himself.

All you could do was stand there, trying to wrap your mind around this new information. “Juice tried killing himself. What happened? When? WHY? What the FUCK.” Taking a deep breath, it took everything in you to calm yourself down. You needed to be strong for him. This wasn’t the time for you to lose your cool. He was suffering, and he’d come to you for help.

Taking a couple slow steps towards him, you reached out your hand. He was still pacing back and forth, but this time as he passed in front of you, your fingers brushed against his arm lightly, and he stopped. It was clear he was starving for human connection. Without looking at you, he reached his shaky hand back and grabbed a hold of yours. You two stood there for a couple minutes in silence, just holding each other’s hand, until you noticed his breathing slowly return to normal.

All he needed was to be close to someone, know that someone cared. You knew he’d been alone for the majority of his life. The few things he’d told you about his childhood, why he moved to Charming, broke your heart, but in the silence they were all you could think about.

He finally spoke, his voice soft, “I always fuck everything up.”

“No, Juan, you don’t-”

He cut you off, “Turns out I can’t even do this right-” Laughing softly, he pointed to his neck.

You didn’t know how to respond. Closing your eyes, a single tear escaped and rolled down your cheek. When you opened your eyes again, he was standing in front of you, staring into your eyes. “I’m really sorry, Y/N. It must not be easy to care for someone as broken as I am. I’m sorry I’m putting this all on you.”

You shook your head, and brought one of your hands up to the side of his face. “You never have to apologize to me. I’m here, Juan, I promise. No matter what. Just tell me what happened,” you pleaded.

He explained it all. Everything from Roosevelt and the info about his father, up to what happened with Miles. Your heart broke for him.

“There’s nothing I can do. I don’t know how to get out of this. I just want it all to stop.”

You needed to do something, anything to get his mind off of the seemingly never ending pile of shit that kept coming his way. “Okay, then tell me if there’s something I can do. Anything- anything to make this hurt you’re feeling stop.”

Breathing deep, he took his time answering, as if going through a mental list of all the things he needed to make himself feel whole again.

“I need to know that someone needs me.”

His words broke your heart all over again.

“I need to know that YOU need me, Y/N.”

Your shoulders slumped as all your feelings for him, the ones you’d been pushing down for so long, began to surface.

“Make love to me.”

That was a really big first step. Although you would be lying if you said you’d never thought about it before, you didn’t want to take advantage of someone in such a vulnerable state. “Juan- I- I don’t know if that’s such a good idea-”

“No- please- please don’t turn me away ‘for my own good’. I need you, Y/N, I always have. I hate that it took hitting rock bottom for me to finally do something about it.”

You sighed deep, and tears threatened to escape once more. You could hear it in his voice, the desperate plea of someone searching to belong. This would be so much more than just two people fucking. He needed to be close to someone, intimate with someone he loved, who loved him back. And though you knew this wouldn’t be the cure for all his problems, you hoped it would at least give him some sense of comfort.

Feeling your body give in to what it had been craving for so long, you stood on your tip-toes and kissed him gently. You lingered for a few seconds, before squeezing his hand that was still in yours, and leading him to your bedroom.

Once at the foot of the bed, you motioned for him to sit down, and he did. Walking over to your nightstand, you pulled a condom out of the top drawer, and made your way back. Standing in front of him, you placed the condom on the bed beside him.

Leaning forward slightly, you kissed him again, whispering against his lips, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

When you pulled back, you noticed a couple tears escape from his eyes. As you wiped them away with your thumbs, he nodded. “This is all I’ve ever wanted. I need this. I need you.”

Giving him a soft smile, you leaned forward and kissed the top of his head. Trailing kisses down the side of his face and down his neck, being extremely careful not to put too much pressure on the fresh bruises.

Sliding your hands over his shoulders, you found the zipper on his sweater and pulled it down, pushing the sweater down his arms and off his body. He wasn’t wearing a shirt under the sweater, so you picked up your trail of kisses right where you’d left off. Kissing the side of his neck tenderly once more, you continued down the front of his chest until you were on your knees in front of him. Kissing his bulge through his pants, you could tell he was already aroused.

You looked him in the eyes, hoping he would see the love you had for him. Undoing his belt buckle and pulling down the zipper on his pants, you reached over and grabbed the condom wrapper. As you tore it open, he shuffled himself back, pulling his boxers and pants off in one smooth motion. Once his pants were out of the way, he rested one of his hands on your head as you rolled the condom down his length, and placed a soft kiss on his tip.

Standing up once again, you reached for the hem of your shirt, but felt Juice’s hands on yours. He joined you in standing up, as he grabbed a hold of the bottom of your shirt and pulled it over your head for you. As he reached around your back to undo your bra, you took advantage of the close proximity of your bodies, wrapping your arms around him and running your hands against the soft skin on his back. You trailed more kisses across his chest from one shoulder to the other, before he slid your bra down your arms and tossed it to the side.

Neither of you had spoken a word yet, your actions were saying all that needed to be said.

Looking into each other’s eyes, you smiled softly at him as you undid the zipper on your jeans, slid them off your body, and kicked them aside. Placing your palms gently against his chest, his arms around your shoulders, you kissed him passionately. You were completely breathless when you pulled away, feeling the warmth of his skin pressed against yours.

Placing his hands on your shoulders, he turned you around so your back was to the bed, and encouraged you to sit down. Sliding yourself back to the middle of the bed, Juice followed closely on his knees, until you were lying on your back and he was hovering above you.

Sliding your legs apart, he nuzzled his body between your legs, and placed both of his hands on either side of your face. As his kind brown eyes stared into yours, every emotion you’d ever felt for him came flooding in. You wanted nothing more than to show him just how much you cared for him; you loved him.

Your arms were wrapped loosely under his arms and around his back, pulling him down on top of you. The weight of his body on yours was comforting, and you felt all your anxieties disappear. You could only hope the same was happening for him.

Running his fingers through your hair, he kissed you tenderly and asked, “Is this okay?”

You nodded, “Yes Juan, this is perfect.”

A soft smile found a home on his face; it was both beautiful, and heartbreaking.

Reaching one of your hands down between your bodies, you grabbed his length and lined him up with your core. Moving your hips in a circular motion, you heard Juice moan quietly into your ear as he slowly pushed himself inside you.

You both laid still for a moment, just wanting to feel each other.

Still lying flush with your body, Juice started moving his hips, back and forth, back and forth. His pace was slow and passionate, and you could feel every inch of him leave your body, only to enter you again moments later.

You only switched positions once. He had pulled himself out of you slowly, rolled off you, and encouraged you to roll onto your side. Lifting one leg slightly, you felt his chest against your back as he slid himself into you from behind. His length was hitting all the right spots in this new position, every thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

His cheek was resting against the back of your head, and you reached your hand back, caressing his cheek. With his hot breath on your neck, his arm reaching around your body to play with your breasts, it didn’t take long for you to reach your tipping point. Moaning his name, your body began to shake, and you felt him pull you close.

He began moving in and out of you again, and moments later you could hear his breathing hitch. His hips stilled, and his legs shook. His length still inside you, he emptied himself inside the condom, sighing heavily against your shoulder.

“I love you, Juan.” The words fell out of your mouth so naturally, it even caught you by surprise.

Unable to answer you, he simply pulled his length out of you, causing you to groan at the emptiness. You turned over to find that he had rolled onto his side, facing away from you. The person lying next to you was broken, and you knew it. Shuffling yourself towards him, it was your turn to hold him. You wrapped your arms around him, and placed a loving kiss between his shoulder blades.

Crying after sex; such a taboo subject, and something generally viewed negatively. There he was, mere seconds after cumming inside you, visibly shaking as tears streamed down his face, but judgement was the farthest thing from your mind. 

“I love you so much, Juan. More than you ever thought possible.” You hoped that repeating it might help him realize that you weren’t simply caught up in the moment when you said it earlier. “I just never knew how to tell you. I didn’t want to lose what we had. I love you too much for that to happen. I was afraid.”

He took a couple more shaky breaths, before rolling over in your arms to face you. Moving your hand to the side of his face, you wiped away the remnants of tears that lingered on his cheeks. As he leaned close, he kissed your lips, and whispered against them, “I love you too, Y/N. Thank you.”

Caressing the side of his face, your foreheads pressed together, you felt like there was still so much to be said. ”Juan- I’m going to say something, and I just want you to listen, okay? Really hear what I’m about to say, alright?” You pulled your face away from his so you could look him in the eyes, “Please?”

He nodded slowly, a single tear escaping from the corner of his eye.

“Okay,” you said gently, “This thing that you’re so worried about-” you hesitated, wanting to be gentle, but also wanting to get the point across, “your father-”

His body reacted physically to your words; his eyes shut, his chest tightened, and his brows furrowed. You gave him a few seconds to breathe before you continued. “I think you need to tell the club. Look at what this has already done to you. This can’t continue. I can’t watch you live like this anymore-” a lump in your throat stopped your speaking. Swallowing hard, you continued as calmly as you could, “I can’t lose you, Juan. I just can’t.”

He opened his eyes at this point, and wrapped his arms around you.

“And no matter what happens, you will always have me. I’m not going anywhere.” Your voice broke again, but your words were sincere.

He nodded, and with that, you knew he understood what needed to be done. He knew he couldn’t go on living like this, either, and knowing he had you by his side gave him the confidence he needed to face his demons.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

MAYANS MC X READER + STRAY DOG

Angel Reyes / Bishop Losa / Taza Romero / EZ Reyes / Coco Cruz / Miguel Galindo

Word count: 1124

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. English isn’t my first language, I’m sorry if I have some mistakes with grammar. The gif isn’t mine.

If you wanna know how could be with other Mayans, tell me! I'll write it too.

“Yo! Mi dulce! Papi is at ho... THE HELL IS THAT?”

“Surprise!”, you yell at him with feigned innocence, taking the dog in your arms. You found it in your way back home, walking lost and hungry. You couldn't simply leave him alone. The dog looks like a six-month-puppy. He's friendly moving his tail with energy and trying to escape of your arms to jump to Angel.

“Tell me you didn't name him...”Angel sighs, looking the happiness on your faces and the same puppy eyes the dogs has. He rubs his forehead falling on the sofa. The Reyes can't believe you actually bring an animal without asking him.

“His name is Donny”, you finally say trying not to laugh, walking to your boyfriend to leave it on his lap. The dog starts to lick his face, with an Angel trying to avoid it before fall in his charmings.

“Ok, ok... Fine! He can stay... But I'm the one to you, you hear' me? I have your attention first. I'm the alpha, you hear' me, Donny? Mommy is mine”.

“Please, don't”.

“C'mon, cariño! He was lost!”

“(Y/N), I said no”.

“Look, he wants to kiss you”.

“Please dON'T. ONE OF THOSE... FUCKIN' SHITS BIT ME IN MY CHILDHOOD”, you've never seen Bishop more scared running to the kitchen and closing the door, while you're freaking out in laughs. He's the bravest man you've ever met. You know everything about him. But, oh, god! This has you in tears.

“Obispo, it's a fucking puppy!”

“Go hell with him! He's not staying!”

“Then, I'm leaving too”, you say with pursed lips, playing that game he hates.

He opens the door a little, looking through the opening with angry. That's not fair. But life isn't either. He tries to touch his head, quickly pulling his hand away when the dog moves his head. You can hear how fast his heart is beating. But he tries again just for you. He doesn't want you to leave him. You're the love of his life.

“I'm gonna put him a muzzle, if we have to be alone”, he finally answers opening the door at all. “Don't fuckin' mess with me, little son of the devil. I'm the fuckin' rey de los m...”

The puppy jumps to him without expecting.

“HOLY SHIT, GET HIM AWAY FROM ME, (Y/N)”.

“CAN WE KEEP IT, MI AMOR?”, Taza lays on the floor, letting the dog jump on his chest happily while he's barking and the man is laughing.

You were afraid, thinking he was gonna tell you ‘no’. But you forgotten Che is an animal lover and has a fucking farm. He loves him. He fell in love with the puppy in the moment you came home, carrying him in your arms with a sad smile on your face and your legs shaking a little. You were trying to give him pity. But you're checking that it wasn't necessary.

“How are we gonna call him?”, Taza looks at you full of life and love, giving him some kisses.

You can't answer at first, 'cause you're busy looking how the two loves of your life are meeting.

You're laying on the grass, spending some free time of the MC and sharing a taco, in a park near of the clubhouse. You're talking about tomorrow's party and planing the time you have to go to Felipe's shop, to have the meat for the barbacue. From nowhere, a soft cry starts to come beside you. Both turn around, finding a dirty puppy with tears in his eyes.

“Hey, buddy, 'you hungry, ah?” EZ asks him offering the last piece of his taco. The dog eats it quickly, moving his tail after that getting near of you.

“He's lost”, you say touching his head with some lovely pats. “Can we bring him home... please?

The man looks at you with an eyebrow up, thinking about it.

“Do you think is a good idea?” He asks without being convinced.

“Have a family is always a good idea, baby”.

“... Ok, you win this time”.

“You think he's gonna get angry or what?” Letti asks you opening the principal door of the house.

“Well, it's gonna cost me a lot of rides. If you know what I mean”.

“Ugh, gross”, Letti laughs coming in.

“What's gross, hm?” You two can hear Coco's voice in the kitchen, walking to you a few seconds later.

He looks the puppy, then you, then Letti, like he's watching tennis. He can't say anything. Not sure if he's angry, happy or confused.

“My bad!” You say with a smile in your lips, receiving a sigh from him shaking his head.

Nestor didn't say anything when you asked him to stop the car. You were looking through the window, when you saw that little and lonely puppy walking by the streets. You took him home. Nestor knows Miguel better than anyone and, for the gesture on his face, you know he's not gonna like the idea. But you're mostly alone in the big house without doing nothing, so this dog is gonna bring you some live.

“If you wanted a dog, I could buy you a fucking dog kennel!” He yells at you really mad, after being arguing for twenty minutes.

“Are you fucking serious, Miguel? Do you even know what happen' in a place like that?” Shit, he's fuck up. “You're out the whole day! I got nothing to do 'cause you don't want me to work! And I'm going to keep this fucking and beautiful puppy without caring a shit about what you think”.

He stays in silence. He's scared as fuck 'cause you never yell at him before. And it's sexy. But it's terrifying.

“And you know what?”

No, he doesn't wants to know anything else. He just wanna run away from you.

“I'm gonna call him ‘Miguel Galindo’. Then I could say ‘MIGUEL GALINDO IS MY FUCKING DOG”.

[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

First official comfort character

For those that know me my comfort characters are all very important to me. Most people that haven’t talked with me extensively though might guess that my first one was Pinky from Pinky And The Brain. That’s where you would also be wrong though! My first comfort character was also my favorite underrated Disney character. I mentioned him briefly in my video with Rob Paulsen, as he is voiced by my hero Corey Burton, my first comfort character was Ludwig Von Drake! 

(A gif of him before I explain so I do not look nuts later.) 

For those of you that are like most people that I have met you might be scratching your heads you might be wondering who in the world is Ludwig Von Drake? If you didn’t grow up with this character, you probably will have no idea who he is. Von Drake is the second uncle of Donald Duck. He is an inventor, multi PHD, quirky and kooky duck that has an Austrian accent. He is usually used as a source of comedy as his machine’s that builds tend to go astray from what he actually wants them to do. (For example, his segment on House Of Mouse, Von Drake’s House Of Genius). I am going to give you an example of my favorite segment of this sketch! (I have said “Ludwig! What was that kooky noise?!” Way too many times in my life but nobody ever gets it.) 

I technically don’t exactly “remember” Von Drake from House Of Mouse. I have only faint memories of laughing at the quirky nature of him and how he would constantly get into trouble with his inventions. If I were to put a label on when Von Drake became a comfort character it was with the series Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. I would watch the show religiously every morning when I was seven. My favorite character was Von Drake. I loved him so much when I was a kid and this is when my first comfort character was born. 

Von Drake as a character is just so much fun! That’s the one word that I would use to describe him. Writing for him is fun, watching him invent things is fun even if usually they stray from the actual idea that he initially had and as a kid I just loved his voice. I had never heard anything like that when I was growing up. This is where I start to wonder why I was diagnosed as late in the game as I was at 17 because whenever Von Drake came on screen when I was a child it was happy stim time. 

I don’t want to say that I eventually forgot about Von Drake. Because that’s simply not true! I didn’t forget about him and what he meant to me as a child. I just got preoccupied with other characters namely Pinky. I would still remember the song that he sang in House Of Mouse about where all the characters sat in the show.

After my diagnosis I found a renewed vigor to know who voiced my childhood characters. The first one I looked up was Von Drake’s. Imagine to my surprise “HOLY SHIT HIS VOICE ACTOR HAS ASPERGERS TOO!” Suddenly I felt this new love for my favorite member of the Duck family. This newfound love has cultivated into what I lovingly call my “Von Drake Days” where I literally annoy everybody around me because I will not shut about an Austrian duck that nobody knows. Corey’s love and will to stick true to the character that the late Paul Frees created still amazes me. He stays true and yet his Von Drake is so very much his own now. I love listening to both (my only gripe is that Frees’s Von Drake was in better quality. But it’s old so *shrug* what are going to do.) 

My love for Von Drake is something that is really hard for me to explain. Part of it is nostalgia. But most of it is this genuine love and admiration for what Corey can bring to a character. He brings so much life and personality into Von Drake. There’s just so much passion behind the voice and I love that. There’s also the animation. Ward Kimball was his original animator from back in Walt’s time and he was known for his fast and fluid hand motions which made him perfect for Von Drake. 

(Look at this hand animation I LOVE IT SO MUCH it’s so spastic and so Ludwig at the same time.) 

The way that the artists continue to draw him in the quirky style that Kimball started off in is one of my favorite nods to the original artist. Ward Kimball is my favorite of the Nine Old Men because he was the animator for my favorite funky duck man. 

This long post was basically just for me to vent about why I think Von Drake deserves to be more popular. My dream is if my own cartoon gets off the ground that I would love to make a hand drawn show for Ludwig Von Drake. I think that it’s about time that Disney started to give him more screen time and give Corey more work than he actually gets. I think that both Corey and this character have brought me so much joy over the last four years of my life since my “official diagnosis” (I’ve always been aspie). I just love this character so much and he needs more love in the world.  

[some-days-we-get-sundays]

Avalance couple questions- basically little one shots

First road trip:

Sara and Ava went to go visit Ava’s pretend parents in Fresno.*let’s just pretend they can drive to Fresno.

Sara: Look Ava I know I held a knife to your moms neck the last time but it was only because I thought something bad had happened to you and that they had something to do with it. But I really wanted to meet your parents for the first time, with you by my side. None of my significant others had normal parents. Yours are fake but they’re like out of an old navy catalog and...

Ava: Honey-

Sara: Right. Anyway I really would love to get to know them with you. We can both get to know them together and i dunno, make it a regular thing maybe? And you can meet my parents too. So what do you say, road trip?

Ava: Wait, did you say you held a knife to my mom’s neck :?

They decided to do it the old fashion way and take a car so that they could have an excuse to buy junk food for the road trip to Fresno. Well Sara wanted the excuse. Ava got apples, carrots, pears, and granola. Sara got sour patch kids, peanut butter cups, skittles, lunchables (even though Ava made them both sandwiches), twizzlers, and bbq flavor chips. They played 20 questions and would you rather. They took turns driving while the other dozed off. They argued over what to listen to on the Bluetooth. Ava wanted Taylor Swift and Sara threatened to break up with Ava just for suggesting that. They belted out some Lizzo and Ariana Grande, they listened to H.E.R and some classic rock after that. One would always try to hold the others hand while driving until they would swerve on the road and have to pay more attention to the road instead of each other.

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First impression of the other:

Sara: Scared and horny. She first sees Ava in her pants suit threatening the legends. Sara is turned on and then she realizes that Ava is being mean to her crew so she prepares a snappy comment just to see pants suit squirm and get more agitated. It’s super arousing to Sara watching this tall beautiful woman be so bossy and demanding and giving orders. But Ava isn’t on the legends side so Sara doesn’t like her... even if she’s fucking gorgeous.

Ava: Damn I finally get to see this captain “bad ass” in person. And jeez it should be a crime to have eyes that blue. What is she like 5 feet tall. She’s so tiny. How can this little human do all the damage she’s been doing for so many years as a legend and then even before that as an assassin. I knew she was... pretty but damn she’s like insanely pretty. Beautiful really. And that damn attitude... I’d like to take her down a peg. And that smart mouth of hers. Making fun of my outfit, that’s original. What I wouldn’t give to wipe that smirk off her face with my lips. Woah no. Sara’s bad. Bad Sara. Bad hot Sara. Fuck I’m so screwed.

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What do they argue about the most:

Sara’s life before the legends, Ava being the C word. Sara hiding things from Ava because she’s scared to ruin the relationship and Ava finding out and getting upset. Sara not letting Ava take care of her sometimes and wanting to handle things on her own. Ava is very nurturing and wants to take care of Sara but she often forgets that Sara had a very troubled life after the boat accident. Sara is used to hard shit and used to taking care of herself. Even when she was with Nyssa, both Sara and Nyssa were raised on survival, not love. Sara has to remember that Ava loves her with no obligations or strings attached. Sara doesn’t have to be scared with Ava, she doesn’t have ultimatums with Ava. So even though it’s been some years, Sara still has a hard time letting her guard down. Ava makes sure to look Sara in the eyes, softly hold her face and push Sara’s hair back and tell her that she can open her heart to Ava and that Ava wants to be there for Sara and that she loves Sara with her whole being. Ava tells Sara that even though she died a couple times and was an assassin a couple times that it’s still Ava’s job to protect Sara even though Sara could kick Ava’s ass if she wanted. Sara still tells Ava that she was taking it easy on her that day that they fought each other on the wave rider. Ava says, “you wanna bet.” And then they fight each other all the way to the bedroom.

Sara doesn’t understand what it’s like to realize your whole life was made up. She and Ava fight on occasion when Sara forgets sometimes how Ava came to be. Sara will bring up things that she did as a child and Ava doesn’t have those memories. When these things happen, Sara takes Ava’s hand, runs her thumb over Ava’s fingers and kisses Ava on the cheek. She then vows to make new memories with Ava every time that Ava is feeling particularly sad about being a Clone. They’ll go to chuck E cheese, they’ll have water gun fights, they’ll build a clubhouse and make forts and continue to go camping (without the monsters), they’ll watch some of Sara’s fave cartoons and kids shows, they’ll make up handshakes and play video games, they’ll play truth or dare, they’ll go to the 80′s and 90′s and walk around the mall, Sara will take Ava to live concerts and shows... Sara assures Ava that even though the past was fabricated, her present and future with Sara are very real <3

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Favorite things about each other:

Sara likes Ava’s height. Even though mostly everyone is taller than Sara, not everyone has the perfect height difference between them like Sara and Ava do. Sara likes when Ava swoops down and captures her lips. Sara likes standing on her tip toes and having Ava’s arms wrapped around her body. She likes when they’re hugging and Ava slightly lifts Sara off the ground. Sara likes when Ava spoons her because Ava’s body is soft and it perfectly engulfs Sara’s body and makes her feel like she’s in an Ava cocoon. Sara daydreams sometimes about the curve in Ava’s top lip. Those pouty lips of Ava’s send Sara overboard every time. One of her favorite things to do is suck on Ava’s top lip. Ava also has princess hair and Sara often calls her princess pants suit. Sara can spend hours lazily running her fingers through Ava’s locks. She loves when Ava let’s her braid them while they watch movies. Sara also likes Ava’s legs, they are so toned and they go on for days. Sara doesn’t mind when she gets caught hungrily looking at them either. Sara likes the pet names that Ava calls her. Oliver never called her pet names, and Nyssa called her beloved but Sara likes being Ava’s baby, Ava’s babe, Ava’s sweetheart, Ava’s honey. Sara likes that Ava makes breakfast for them both. Sara isn’t always the best at taking care of herself but Ava makes sure she’s eating properly. Ava’s heart is just so big and she cares so much. It makes Sara ache sometimes, how much Ava cares. Sara loves that Ava worked her way to the top. Nothing was handed to Ava. Ava is brilliant and extraordinary. She can take care of herself, just like Sara. Ava was a woman in a man’s world of monsters and she held her own. She can fight her own battles, just like Sara but she likes that Ava allows herself to cry and be sad and confused and admit when she needs help. Sara learns from Ava how to be more vulnerable and how to forgive herself.

Ava also likes Sara’s height. She usually is self conscious about being so tall but Sara makes her feel beautiful. She loves leaning down and closing out the world as she kisses Sara. She loves wrapping Sara up and protecting her. She doesn’t want Sara to go through anymore pain and when she engulfs Sara, she imagines that she is shielding her from any more heartache. She likes that Sara is so small but so fierce. Everyone around her is taller but when she walks in the room, she’s easily the tallest most strongest, fearless person there. Ava is in awe of Sara’s confidence. Sara told Ava about her past, but she still thinks some things have been left out to spare Ava. Ava doesn’t mind and knows that Sara will tell her when she’s ready. Ava knows this is probably everyone’s favorite physical feature about Sara but she doesn’t care. Those damned blue eyes of Sara’s. Holy shit. The first time Ava saw them in person she gasped. How is it possible to have eyes so blue. Ava feels lucky that Sara only has those eyes for her. She thinks just getting to have Sara in her life makes up for the fact that she is a Clone. Sara makes it all better. Ava of course also likes Sara’s abs. Sometimes when they’re lounging on the bed, Sara sprawled out in every which way, Ava slips her hand under Sara’s shirt and runs her fingers over Sara’s abs. She sometimes will lightly kiss them too. And it’s more tender than it is sexual. Ava sees little scars here and there that she traces with her fingers and kisses with her lips. She doesn’t ask Sara about them. Ava is fascinated by all of Sara’s martial arts skills and often gets Sara to show her some of the moves. Ava thinks Sara is the strongest person that she knows. She has fears but she does stuff anyways. She powers through her fears and doubts, she doesn’t hide or run from her past like she used to. She embraces who she is. She doesn’t apologize any more for who she was or how she had to survive.

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What do they do in their downtime?

Besides making up for lost childhood memories, Sara and Ava are homebodies. They obviously use the jump ship for vacations and weekends away but mostly they like to hang out on the time ship in Sara’s room. They lie in bed together and talk, they play video games, Ava reads and Sara puts on earbuds and speed reads audio books. They read the same book so that they can discuss it with each other. When they do go out they like to try all the suggested restaurants from different time periods and areas. They like to go watch movies in the theaters from all the different time periods as well. Sometimes they’ll have picnics or lounge on different beaches. They’ll go to art shows, and cute shops, and museums and they absolutely love walking around old bookstores together- the older the better. Mostly they love to just spend time together. It’s rare that they want to be apart like some couples. Ava and Sara have almost lost each other too many times and they’re always around the Legends, so they cherish anytime together when it’s uninterrupted and just the two of them.

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Who is more jealous

Ava keeps finding out all of the people that Sara has slept with. She’s not mad and she doesn’t blame these people. Who can resit the charms of Sara Lance. Ava certainly couldn’t. She doesn’t blame Sara either. Ava knows that Sara loves her and she now knows that Sara doesn’t want other women. Sara didn’t even want an Ava clone. She could have had her pick of a number of Ava look alike’s but she wanted this Ava. But those insecurities run deep. She’s more secure the longer that they’ve been together but when they’re around attractive people, Ava stands closer to Sara or grabs her hand and squeezes it. Sara squeezes it back every time and Ava relaxes. Then when they are alone, Sara shows Ava how much she only wants her.

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Who is more romantic

Sara is. Sara loves spoiling Ava. And cooking dinner for Ava (ok sometimes Gideon cooks but it’s the thought that counts). Sara loves getting Ava random gifts just because. Her and Charlie and Zari like to sneak away on the jump ship and go shopping in different time periods and Sara always finds cute little trinkets or jewelry or books to bring back for Ava. Ava doesn’t like the commercial holiday and hates her birthday but Sara loves to go all out. Sara likes the moonlit walks and the nights under the stars. She likes going to fairs and winning prizes for Ava. She grew up watching movies where the guy always kissed the girl in the rain, or made a big speech or got flowers just because. And even though Sara grew into this tough bad ass who died many times and had to do terrible things in order to survive, under all that she’s still that same little girl watching those movies, not even being able to believe that she gets to have this fairy tale. She gets the girl and fights the monsters, demons, and dragons on the way.

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First to Wake up/Go to Sleep

Sara usually wakes up before Ava but it’ll be anywhere from 2-5 in the morning. She still has nightmares so she’ll sometimes get up and go make Tea and take it back into bed with her. Ava wakes up at the normal time and when she see’s a mug that wasn’t there before on the nightstand, she feels bad because she knows that means Sara had a nightmare. Ava will make breakfast (even with Gideon insisting to let her do it) and then she’ll rub Sara’s back or stroke her hair till she wakes up. Ava usually falls asleep first unless it was a super tough day then they both knock out at the same time. Sara usually is the night owl though. She always seems to have so much on her mind keeping her awake. Once Ava has fallen asleep beside her, Sara snuggles in and spoons Ava, burying her face into Ava’s neck.

[fierytragcdy]

eddie & richie.

richie knows eddie far too well for that excuse to work. if the machine really was broken, he’d be hailing every healthcare professional into that room – a charming trait that his mother had most certainly stamped upon him. one richie might have come to find a certain fondness for, even in his desperation for eddie to live and let live, to stop worrying so much about everything. “oh really? a broken machine, ‘ay? now i’m really worried. the eddie i know would be pressing that button over and over again to call a nurse in for a broken machine, maybe you’ve bumped your head?” the words are stuffed into this feigned naivety, and the more richie talks to eddie about it, the more certain he comes that maybe, just maybe, eddie kaspbrak; the boy he’d pined for from childhood did, in fact, feel the same way about him. the boy who’d told him off or told him to fuck off whenever he’d tried to make him and the other’s laugh, the boy who he’d always been too eager too impress, might have loved him back. fingers brush against his temple, leaning in as if to inspect it. “hm…looks okay to me, but then again i’ve always thought that you did need your head tested…and what a better time?” his head cants a little, a smirk filled with laughter filling up his expression as the other threatens him with the paps, "…you might make a killing, and i’d very much respect you for taking up the offer. comedian bully seems a lot less common. from my experience around others, they were definitely the ones getting bullied.” it’s said in jest, but he wasn’t immune from bullying. one of the reasons why richie had hidden his feelings for so long – one of many. now though, he’d forgotten all about that. now that eddie was looking at him the way he was, making him feel as though he mattered. for more than just how entertaining he could be. 

maybe it got exhausting after a while, even if he enjoyed every minute of it. sometimes richie just needed to breathe. to be. once eddie’s given the go-ahead, he rests his other leg over eddie’s own. it happens naturally. it certainly can’t be helped. not once eddie’s is hooked on his own. once all of his body is on the bed, he turns to face eddie too; careful with it, not wanting to knock into him all too much. when he rests his nose against his shoulder, his own heart picks up pace. richie thanks his lucky stars that he isn’t connected to a heart rate monitor, because he’d have been exposed now too. “there. we’ve always been able to make the best of a tight space.” he reminds him, though he’s not sure why he does. because now he’s thinking about it. about the time he’d been on the hammock and eddie had forced his way upon it too; all petty squabbles and feet in his face. richie had acted so irritated then, but he’d never felt safer snuggled up with eddie. never felt warmer, softer, fonder. eddie bought it all out of him. he remembers the countless other times they shared tents and beds and dens, always inevitably ending up cornered together, always inevitably acting irritated by it, always bringing it upon themselves. richie’s bought out of his daydream by the sound of the apology, “you better be…” is what he starts with, trailing off before he wiggles to make himself all the more comfortable. “…you don’t have any reason to say sorry, eds.” 

the kiss to his shoulder surprises richie; in a way he can’t disguise or make a joke of. he doesn’t want to, because maybe if it does it won’t happen again and he so desperately wanted it to. for it to be more than a fleeting moment, or an action bought on by some fog that eddie was potentially still in, due to the fact he’d only just woken up after a very traumatic incident. tender still; his fingers stroke across his healing cheek, a blush tinging his own skin as the question leaves eddie’s lips. there’s no disguising how he feels at this point, even if it remains unspoken. “it might be.” richie admits quietly, croakily due to his stunned surprise over eddie’s former action clogging up all the words in his throat. “i didn’t bring the entire contents of my wardrobe with me, i had to get creative…” it’s a weak attempt at an explanation, but he can’t say he wants to try particularly hard to disguise his feelings anymore. he had come the closest to losing eddie he ever wanted to and he didn’t want him to disappear from his life again, never again. “…and it smells nice.” he carries on, which does very little to help any case against him wearing the garment because of any other reason besides the fact that it was eddie’s. and richie wanted to be as close to him as possible, even when he was lying right there in front of him. “suits me better anyway.” he carries on, but even when the words fall; they’re softer, the smile on his lips impossibly fond. “and yeah, i missed you. i missed you when i’d forgotten who you were, if that even makes any fucking sense.” he chuckles softly, though for once it’s void of much humour. without another word he presses a kiss to his temple, lingering there for a second more than entirely necessary. 

how he had thought richie would let that pass was beyond him. he knew richie like the back of his hand and it was inevitable that he would call him out on his excuse. “maybe it isn’t a broken machine,” he mutters, colour flooding to his face. richie tozier was an asshole of epic proportions for doing this to him. and yet, he was still fond as ever of the man beside him. disgusting, right? “i don’t know. maybe i did. you tell me. i blacked out, remember?” he sort of regrets mentioning it because he knows that it must be a sore spot for all of them, but especially richie. he remembers the terror he felt when he saw richie caught in the deadlights. the relief he felt as he leaned over him and saw that he was okay. then, nothing. well, not nothing. he was still conscious for a while, but it was hazy and he thinks that is probably a good thing. he can only imagine what his friends looked like in that moment, what they looked like as they fretted over him and how to defeat it. his skin tingles as richie touches it and eddie looks up at him, eyes wide and far too innocent looking for the things he’s seen and done (most of which all before the age of fourteen). “like i told you when we were kids, my mother had me tested. for everything. if it was a disease, she had me tested for it.” it was easier to mention it now, laugh it off. as a kid, he had told richie during a sleepover when the others were passed out. they were alone and eddie confided in him because it was richie. it was sweet, stupid, funny richie and eddie never felt safer than when he had richie by his side. “could you imagine if i did? it wouldn’t even be worth it. not to ruin your rep. besides, how can i go on record and call you a bully when you used to throw yourself in the line of fire for me?” he hadn’t remembered that before they went into the house, had he? had it just come back now? who knew? but eddie remembered and his heart swelled at the memories.

being tangled up on the bed with richie was a dream come true. and truthfully, it was one that had come true a number of times when they were a kid. in the hammock (more than once), in tents, on floors, in beds (never eddie’s because what would his mother have thought if she walked in on that?). “yeah, we have. and i don’t know how, cause you were always taller than me. too long legs and your arms, too. but we always made it work, huh?” his eyes light up at the memories. they had come flooding back when they were in the clubhouse after ben had fallen in. eddie had been glad to not have been hooked up to anything then, the memory alone almost killed him. “remember the hammock? god, you were so rude about that, all the time. you’d never get out when it was my turn. i had to climb in with you.” he never once had to, but it was more comfortable and it felt safer to be in it with richie. there was something about close to him and pressed against him that eddie had never had replicated. it was just something that richie did to him, it seemed. eddie used to scowl at the others when they pushed the two of them together, but he knew now that they knew more than they let on. they knew more than eddie and richie did themselves. they did it for their own good, but life had a funny way of working out and they never got the chance to find out if they felt the same way about each other. “maybe. but... i am. i can’t even begin to imagine how scary that was. to... to not know if i was gonna live. i had a brief moment of that when you were caught in the deadlights, but you were okay. i...” he trails off and then looks up, a little more confident in himself. “i saved you. and then you saved me, rich.”

eddie could see that the kiss had thrown richie off and that was probably a good thing. he was off his game and eddie could probably beat him at his own game. god, he did look good when he was flustered, though. perhaps that meant more than eddie was willing to explore right now. “oh, that’s right. you only brought a bag that had, what? a pair of underwear and a spare shirt?” he teases, eyes fond as he watches richie. he knows there was no real reason for richie to take one of his hoodies. he would definitely be better suited to have one of mike’s or ben’s. there was another reason why he took eddie’s and he was almost determined to find out why. and, oh, he wasn’t expecting that. “’cause it smells like me?” he asks carefully, unsure if he wants to know the answer. there’s always the chance that richie will make light of it and ruin the mood. again. “well, it’s not like i could wear it again now, asshole. you stretched it out with your broad as fuck shoulders.” oh, so maybe eddie would be the one to ruin the mood. figures. he goes to respond to what richie says but then, well, richie decides to press his fucking lips against his temple. what a dick move. he knows exactly how richie felt earlier now and his heart is racing. the monitor is going crazy and honestly? eddie feels like he’s died and gone to heaven with the way it feels to have richie’s lips against his skin. 

he’s pulled from the daze by a nurse in the doorway, arms over her shoulders. “mr. kaspbrak. i wish, for my own sanity, i could take the monitor off you. i can see your room from the nurses station, so i haven’t come in until now.” she gives them a knowing look and eddie’s cheeks flood with colour. if the ground could open up and swallow him whole, that would be preferable. “mr. tozier. if you could be careful up there. he’s due for a change in dressing in an hour, at which time you will need to get off the bed so that we can make sure he’s comfortable.” she looks like she wants to say something more, but she doesn’t. and eddie is very, very thankful for that. “i’m sorry. he’s an idiot and i can’t stop him from doing anything.” she rolls her eyes and smiles, before turning to walk away. eddie smacks the back of his hand against richie’s chest. “that was so embarrassing, rich!” eddie is kind of living off the feeling, though. and he sort of wants to kiss richie now, because the nurse all but confirmed it was richie making his heart go crazy. but she can see them, like she had said. he has to settle for leaning up and simultaneously pulling richie down so that he can press a longing kiss to his cheek. 

[medea10]

Medea’s Top 10 Saddest Moments in Anime

[addytheheartbreaker]

"Meet TJ the Monster"

Name: Tyler Jack Crawford

Age: 23

Height: 5'8 ft

Weight: 68 kg

Mask singer belong to: T-Pain

Friends with: all of the Masked Singers, Rabbit (best friend?), Dog and the Dog brothers, Doll.

Appearance: Black guy, cyan-lavender hair, huge and soft dreadlocks ponytail, green eyes (only his right eye), enucleation & Evisceration (his left eye), left eye stitched in black thread, purple eye-shadow, thick eyebrows, abnormal giant hands (Acromegaly), sharp nails, missing front tooth, very Obese body.

Clothing style: Giant furry coats, sunglasses, gloves and gold accessories (main signature clothing), suits, hip-hop fashion clothing, a fusion of hip-hop and fancy suit clothing, gangster style, leather jackets and rock star theme style.

Facts about TJ:

•the friendliest, gentlest and childish monster you ever met.

•his coat is so huge and so furry. He can consume himself with his coat turning it like a huge furry ball or he even let people (who are skinny or almost fat) hide on his genormous coat.

•Yes he can hide something bigger then an average person. He also hide many huge weapon.

•Ever since he was born, he is actually born abnormal the more he grew older before it looks normal. But when he is delivered, he has a enucleation & Evisceration on his right eye and some abnormal conditions since birth.

•on age 13 his mother asked if he decided to wear a prosthetic eye or not. Even he imagine what it is look like with two eyes but he decided not to because he likes being unique.

•He had been isolated from outside the world all through childhood due to the bad environment of since those dark era's but has many friends in the neighborhood.

•He has issues including reckless behavior, anger issues, mood swings and it is rumored that he did some unknown illegality that can't be explain.

•in age 13 again. He develop some abnormal condition beside his missing eye. Those conditions are his enlarged hands known as acromegaly, sharp nails that can't be cut and overly obese like appearance.

•TJ needs to wear gloves because of how oily and sweaty his hands are. His mother made those large gloves for him.

•He is a victim of bullying through elementary to highschool. Bullied physically, verbally and blackmailed by a group of bullies after before and after Joen's accident and the fall of the Roger Family.

•Loves playing video games. Mostly horror, action, RPG, and other theme of games.

•his room is simple but has a theme of childhood mix in music studio, and pastal/neon lights.

•Monster started learning music and singing in age 10.

•Owns 3 cars, a mansion (which is a mansion disguise as a cave), a huge boat, and a room filled with alcohol collection.

•He use purple eye-shadow because it is his style and needed color on his face. Lea was the one taught him how to apply it.

•TJ is an old classmate to Joen since 4th grade.

•TJ is one of the witness from Joen's accident. At first he was terrified then avoided him because his mother told him but secfetly feels sympathies and concered after found out about Joshoa's abuse on Joen and his brothers.

•in age 18, he visited Rabbit's asylum just 1 whole week to meet him. The reason why he visit Joen on his 18 age is because this is the age old enough to enter the most secure asylum. And, he wanted to apologized to Joen and told his secret about his shame after T-Pain is now silent.

•so the two boys are both equally went to shame and TJ wishes to free Joen and his brothers out. Such a kind heart TJ!

•Rabbit is also a neighbor to him quite far from the Monster's house since Rabbit lives in a amusement park.

•Before the Masked Singer, when TJ and Joen meet again. TJ didn't recognized him or recognized that his appearance, behavior and attitude changed. Same goes to Joen who is also didn't recognized TJ.

•Bee and Peacock were like his new parents to Monster.

•all of the other masked singers (especially Rabbit) were like his siblings. Him being the youngest of the group.

•His hobbies were making mixtapes or music, playing various video games or games, partying, and sports like baseball and golf.

•TJ was involved with T-Pain about the golf accident. With his mentor being the most injured, Monster is injured less but only he had lost his front tooth.

•He is a alcoholic and a party monster.

•Everyone on the masked singers (minus Rabbit, Poodle and Alien) hide all of alcohol at all cost.

•On freetime, he will always called Rabbit to play video games or go to Bee on helping her clean. If not, he will go on dancing and singing himself in his room.

•A cutie looking like an angel above!

•He has a collection of golden accessories. Gold chains, gold necklace, gold knuckle brace ring and more. He is also obsessed of wearing sunglasses and hats thanks to his mentor T-Pain.

•Loves watching cartoons and childish things.

•a singer (Bebe: "not to everyone"? You just proven yourself to everyone! Ronnie: yeah! You sing wonderfully with or without your mentor's auto-tone), songwriter, producer, performer.

•He secretly let Joen on buying a drink at his "clubhouse" (a VIP party house).

•accourding to Joen, he feels intimidating that TJ is much more stronger then him. The only time that makes him more intimidating was when he has been carried above him. (Joen: *shivers*)

•The Deer, Hippo and Monster- the big boys trio.

•his has the angelic soul full voice, trained by T-Pain.

•TJ always push away from people and go on isolation. According to Lea, he might be insecure about what happen to T-Pain of the over use of auto-tone. Another theory from Linette is that he has anxiety attack, paranoid and depression.

•Joen knew TJ has depression. He told Joen after he kick off on Simi-finals.

•A fighter who fought his own demons. He didn't told Unicorn about his problem, but he went on psychotherapy and exercise a little.

Unicorn has already aware of Monster keeping more secrets inside of him.

•despite he is called a "Monster", don't let his own 'monster' get out from his cage inside. (Taquilla: or else, he will do something you wouldn't expect.... Joen: .... Yeah....)

•beside the Rabbit being his neighbor at the same town. Taquilla, Victoria, Hippo and Deer are also his neighbors too.

•TJ considered Joen his best friend. Joen only saw him as a simple friend and turn buddies together after the end of the Masked Singer.

TJ told Joen who his mentor is after the end of Simi-finals. Why attached to Joen? Is because he wanted to make up to him after TJ avoidance to him.

•with his unknown illegality, Monster did got arrested 6 times and tried to ran away from the cops. That is then he met Dog and his brothers.

•Monster knew about the whole criminality story of the Dog brothers but he actually talks to one of Nicol's brothers. He is still friends with Doberman Dog (Nicol).

•Monster met Doll when Rabbit introduce his long lost forgotten friend and Dog mentioning about her before. Doll kept thanking him to win the competition.

•his opinion on Doll, he likes her and he supported Rabbit that he has someone to watch him. He also adores when they are happily together smiling almost like they went back as kids again.

[inktail]

ohh, I got a tag-back from @fallintosanity :)c

Which two fictional characters would you most like to see stranded on a desert island together? That would depend muchly on context, as in whether the point of the island is the countdown to a timely escape, or if this is a new slow burn & mutual pining trope to get the characters to kiss already. Both would probably involve Ignis, at this point in my life. 

What’s your favorite board game, and why? Its rare that I meet a board game I don’t like. I have fond, inaccurate memories of monopoly, and we’ve been playing a lot of Ticket to Ride at family dinners, which is only enjoyable if someone and her husband wouldn't hoard the all cards until the last rounds to get all the longest tracks. >:I Hedgehog and I played Mr. Jack at the convention last month, which was also pretty fun. A bit easy, once we were doing it right, though. I recommend the improvised hard mode, where you don’t flip the pogs and track your suspects manually. 

What song is your current earworm? The She-Ra theme song at this very second, since I just finished season 3. Usually the Beatles, otherwise. The song about Desmond and Molly is a fun one. 

Peanut butter: crunchy or creamy? Creamy. For the longest time i was sure I didn’t like peanuts, and refused to eat them when avoidable. Even though I loved peanut butter on toast... but I still chose not to buy crunchy peanut butter for that old bias.

Zip-up hoodies or pullover hoodies? Pullovers used to be my jam, before my boobs got huge. They’re too much of a hassle anymore, but i miss how cozy they are.

Have you ever had a secret handshake with someone? What was the handshake? I have very vague memories of ‘secret’ club house entry handshakes when me and the girls around my neighborhood were single-digits little. The clubhouse was just the playhouse on the swing set, and the club theme changed multiple times a day. 

What book was a formative part of your childhood? Unicorns of Balinor, most likely. I don’t remember reading any ‘high’ fantasy before those. Pern came along in 6th grade L.A.

What’s your earliest memory? given its been more than 20 years, I couldn't tell you which came first, but I do remember a few things from the house we moved out of when I was 5. I remember that our backyard was full of toads, and the first time I touched the electric fence in the back lot, and how i used to visit my neighbors just whenever. I got to play with a typewriter this way, and often had breakfast with the lady next door (who we still camp with to this day, and who will not let me forget my morning visits. In my night gown.)

Do you have any body modifications (piercings, tattoos, etc)? Is there a story behind any of them? I have my ears single pierced, but I’ve never felt much compulsion to expand on that. I don’t know what I could possibly commit to for a tattoo, but I have given some minor thoughts to a second ear piercing, but so many dress codes forbid them. :/ 

Which fictional universe would you most want to be part of as an ordinary person? What about as a protagonist or supporting cast? My gut instinct says Pern, but they live like medieval farmers so uh. Digimon, maybe. Do I get the soulbonded creature/friend if I pick support cast? because sometimes that’s all I want in life. I crave that deep emotional bond. I would befriend a stick if it shared my hyperfixations. 

When you jump off a swingset or climb on top of the slides, what story are you acting out? i dont recall very distinctly, but I’m positive my internal stories involved the cyborgs from Cyborg 009 because it involved flying. I mostly jumped for the thrill of it--I really loved those stomach flips. I was not a slide climber. Its more fun to go down them.

[machihunnicutt]

FIC-VEMBER DAY ONE

Good lord, I’m late on day one. See y’all tomorrow, here’s some Anne.

When You Aren’t Looking

(or read on ao3.)

Anne had been pestering Marilla about her tea party menu all week. Naturally, pestering was Marilla’s word. Anne preferred “diligent reminding” or “dedicated attention to detail.” She couldn’t help it. This was the first tea party since the previous tea party’s fiasco, and Anne was going to get everything right this time.

“I’ve collected the things I need for the finger sandwiches,” she said, Saturday afternoon. She’d already been in the kitchen for hours, unsupervised, apart from Marilla’s frequent checking in, and was proud of her progress thus far. “The cheese and ham and cucumber slices...and oh, there are the scones!”

She rushed to the oven as Marilla watched her from the doorway.

“Now, Anne, don’t get carried away.”

“The scones are lemon and thyme. I think it will be an enchanting combination of flavors, don’t you?”

Marilla frowned. “Why now, I suppose it isn’t the most traditional of combinations, but they seem to have turned out just fine.”

Anne looked down at the golden tops of her steaming baked goods proudly.

“Diana and Cole should be here soon. All I need to do is finish the sandwiches and then move everything to my serving trays.”

Anne had set the table that morning: smooth beige table cloth, pine cones and holly arranged into a centerpiece, Marilla’s nice tea cups and platters with gold trimming that Anne had sworn on her life to protect, and neatly folded napkins. Anne set out her cooled scones and assembled the sandwiches. She laid out the food on the table.

“Well, you’ve done a lovely job Anne,” Marilla said sincerely, and Anne beamed.

“I think a tea party is just what we need,” she said. After the shock of Diana’s near “end of childhood”, the persistent injustices of Cole’s treatment at school, and Anne’s tragic loss of her hair, they needed something to lift their spirits.

Diana and Cole were impressed with the table. Anne took their coats and led them inside with her best impression of elegance and grace. Diana beamed at Anne’s centerpiece and told her the whole table looked like something out of a storybook.

Anne sat them down and did her duty as hostess.

The three of them liked to play adults sometimes, when all it meant was an afternoon of fancy things and mock seriousness. The game didn’t last long. They dissolved into giggles when Anne called Diana the beautiful and distinguished Ms. Barry as she offered her some tea.

Cole smiled one of his small but supremely happy smiles that made Anne feel particularly satisfied when they were directed at her. He took another bite of his scone.

“Show us some of your sketches, why don’t you?” Anne said. “I know you have your sketchbook with you.”

“That’s a great idea,” Diana chimed in. “If you don’t mind sharing, Cole.”

The kinship between the three of them was a relatively new development. Anne remembered the surprise written across Cole’s face when she led Diana and the other girls (save the snobbish Josie Pye) to sit with him at lunchtime. It brought up feelings from not all that long ago, the burning shame of being whispered about and ridiculed, of no one but Diana daring to share lunchtime with the orphan trash. Anne remembered tensing up every muscle in her body, like she was preparing herself for a fight, every time she entered the Avonlea School in the early days. She remembered how exhausting it had been to stay constantly on guard. It was exhausting but necessary, if you didn’t want them to see you cry.

She’d consulted Diana and Ruby before she invited Cole to the clubhouse. When they agreed with her assessment that he was a kindred spirit, she made him pinky swear to protect their fortress of friendship. She could see her own seriousness staring back at her when he agreed.

“They aren’t very good,” Cole was telling Diana. He tugged his sweater sleeves further over his hands as if they were so unskilled that they needed hiding. “I need more time to practice. But if you’d really like...”

“We’d be honored,” Anne cut in. “Wouldn’t we Diana?”

“Deeply honored,” Diana echoed.

Cole smiled. “It’s in my coat pocket. I’ll fetch it.”

Anne and Diana nodded attentively and he stood. When he returned, he handed it over the table to Anne, who took it with extreme care and placed it between her and Diana.

“I like drawing landscapes,” he said, as Anne opened the first page to a lovely drawing of a farmhouse and expansive fields. She and Diana took turns marveling at Cole’s detailed studies of Avonlea places: the schoolhouse’s exterior early in the morning, when deer weren’t scared away by the students and the sunlight created marvelous shadows; the creek in the wood, newley frozen over but still bursting with life in its cracks; and the clubhouse, looking enchanting and mossy as ever.

“Although, lately I’ve been trying portraits.”

Diana turned the page to a lovely sketch of herself. In it she was laughing, and Anne had to stop and really stare at the drawing because it was so close to the real Diana, not entirely in her physical representation, although he’d done a splendid job on that as well, but in the feeling Anne got when Diana laughed. Every bit of joy and fondness and deep pang of friendship was there, on paper. Anne could see as much about the artist as she could about his subject.

“That’s me!” Diana exclaimed, after a moment of held breath. “I’ve never seen myself like that,” she said, quietly.

“What do you think?” Cole replied, nervous  and not meeting their eyes. Anne watched Diana as she gathered the words to answer.

“I think it’s wonderful. Thank you,” she said, smiling at him in the way that brought out her dimples.

“It’s beautiful,” Anne said, and Cole looked up at her briefly. His face was flushed slightly, and Anne realized he wasn’t used to compliments. His art was something to hide: from Mr. Phillips’ ridicule, from Billy Andrews’ bullying, and from everyone in Avonlea who looked at him and thought him strange.

Diana turned the page. There were sketches of the girls at school: Diana, Tillie, Jane, and Ruby gossiping and smiling and huddling together at lunch time. They turned the pages through numerous sketches of their classmates, everyone who wasn’t nasty at least, including a whole page of Anne drawings.

There was Anne keenly focused on her school work. There was Anne telling a story with grand hand gestures. There she was looking determined and brave in front of the class, probably during the spelling competition. He’d drawn her with her braids and her hairstyle with ribbons, and even her short hair. There were more drawings of Anne than anyone else. They spanned several pages of poses and expressions, and Anne was about to say something when she turned the page again and was caught off guard.

Cole had drawn Gilbert Blythe. The sketch of him was beside the last of the group of Anne sketches. Gilbert was sitting at his desk at school, elbow on the table. His chin was leaning gently in his palm and his mouth was curled into a small smile. Cole had captured him effortlessly, from the dark tousle of his curls to the slouch of his shoulders. Anne hadn’t seen Gilbert like that though. His expression was so soft and open. He looked distracted, and almost romantic.

“I’ve only done that one of Gilbert,” Cole said, and Anne blinked, realizing she was still staring at the sketch. “I was meaning to draw you again, Anne. But I kept noticing him looking at you, and I hadn’t drawn any of the boys at school yet so I...” Cole hesitated. “You don’t think it’s strange, do you?”

“He was looking at me?” Anne said at the same time as Diana said. “It’s not strange at all.”

Now Diana and Cole were staring at her. They looked at each other briefly as Anne’s face flushed.

“I mean, I don’t care. Why would I care one bit what Gilbert Blythe does with his eyes?”

“I just thought he was an interesting subject. I don’t know why he was looking at you so intently,” Cole said.

“Intently,” Anne repeated, taken aback, though the drawing clearly indicated the careful intent with which Gilbert was looking.

“These really are lovely, Cole. Thank you for showing us,” Diana said, glancing over at the still flushed Anne.

“Yes, thank you,” Anne added.

“You can have one if you want,” Cole said, gesturing to the sketches. His hands had found their way out of the depths of his sleeves.

“Really? We can?” Diana’s face lit up.

“Of course. They’re all practice anyway,” he said.

“You should take that one, Anne,” Diana continued, pointing to the page.

“Of Gilbert?” Anne exclaimed.

“Of you,” Diana said, with a smirk. “The sketch of you beside the one of Gilbert.”

“Oh,” Anne said, feeling her face heat up again. “Right, of course.”

“You can take the whole page if you want, Anne,” Cole said. “If you don’t want to split them up,” he added.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to rip the paper down the middle,” Anne said. “It seems an awful shame to do something like that. And since they’re on the same page it’s like they’re a set...so,” she trailed off.

The Gilbert drawing was good, and Gilbert was her friend. It wasn’t strange to be interested in keeping it. There wasn’t any harm in that. It didn’t mean anything worth suspicious, knowing looks.

“Well, I’ll take this one,” Diana said, flipping to the page with the drawing of her laughing. “And I’ll keep it forever.”

Cole laughed and Diana tore the drawing out of the notebook with care.

“Your turn,” Diana said, handing over the sketchbook.

Anne turned to the drawing of her and of Gilbert, tore it out, and tucked it into her dress pocket before they could talk any more about it. The conversation changed, the contents of Cole’s sketchbook fading from their minds as the daylight began to fade from the sky.

She saw them out when they’re party was finished. Cole stopped her in the doorway.

“You won’t show Gilbert, will you?” He asked, hesitantly.

She looked at him with confusion.

“The drawing...” he continued. “I’m not really friends with the other boys at school, but he’s nice to me, at least. Well, really he’s nice to everyone.”

“When he isn’t being arrogant or competitive,” Anne cut in, rolling her eyes.

Cole cleared his throat. “I wouldn’t want him to think I was strange for drawing him. I wouldn’t want him to convince the other boys that I’m always watching them.”

“I don’t think it’s strange,” Anne said.

“I didn’t expect you to, Anne. You’re lovely and understanding. I don’t want to make myself seem more different than I already am.”

Anne wanted to say that Gilbert was different too, and Diana and Marilla and Matthew. All of the most important people in her life were perceived as too strange or sad. They all ignored what the mean-spirited, backward people in Avonlea had to say. Anne would never tell Gilbert that she included him on this list. She would never tell him that when he set off on the steamer to see the world, she thought the world of him. She thought he was special and brave and kind.

“I won’t tell Gilbert,” she said instead.

***

Roughly 15 minutes later, as Anne was clearing the table, Gilbert Blythe showed up on her doorstep.

“I’m sorry,” he said when she opened the door. Since the initial hair pulling fiasco, Gilbert Blythe had become increasingly apt in the art of apology.

“What are you apologizing for? You just got here.” Anne said. Gilbert’s dark hair was dusted in snow and his nose was bright red. He’d evidently forgotten his scarf.

“I’m sorry to be bothering you. Marilla said you were having a party and I...well, Matthew is giving Bash some pointers about farm work and I had to show him the way to Green Gables so I’m here. Marilla told me to go in because of the cold. Am I interrupting your party?” She detected a hint of hurt feelings in the way his voice tilted and shoulders tensed.

“No, my  honored guests have departed already. Come in,” she said. “It was a tea party,” she added. “With Diana and Cole.” She thought to add that she didn’t think he’d be interested, and had therefore elected not to extend an invitation, not that she didn’t want him there.

Gilbert’s shoulders relaxed. “I’m sure it was lovely,” he said.

“It was, quite. I pride myself on my hosting capabilities. You may have me beat in arithmetic, but I’m sure I could best you in a competition of elegance and refinery.”

“I’m sure you could,” Gilbert said.

He stepped inside and she took his coat. He stood, tall and shifty in the doorway for a moment before she spoke again.

“I have some scones left over. And I could make tea?”

“Don’t trouble yourself.”

“Nonsense,” she said, turning abruptly to the kitchen and assuring he was following as she set to work preparing a kettle. “The scones are just there,” she said, pointing to the plate she’d left on the counter. He took one and stood awkwardly by the counter as Anne put on the kettle. The few times he’d been in the house at Green Gables he’d moved through the places she considered most comfortable and inviting as if he were afraid to touch anything.

Anne wished for a Green Gables Gilbert could exist in with ease. She imagined him at the kitchen table across from her, spreading jam on toast and quizzing her for the spelling competition. She imagined Gilbert sinking into the sofa in the living room or perched on the loveseat when the sunlight hit the window just so and everything was golden and languidly happy.

Of course she would never tell Gilbert any of this.

“This is amazing, Anne,” he said of the scone and she smiled.

“I told you I was an excellent hostess. The perfect hostess has the perfect menu.

“I’m sure Diana and Cole were grateful.”

“They were.”

The kettle whistled and she took it off of the stove.

“How is work on the farm going, with Bash?” She asked as she located a clean tea cup.

“It has its challenges,” Gilbert said, running a hand through his hair. “Bash still hasn’t acclimated to the Avonlea climate. And it feels different to be back here without my father. But I’m glad we’re home. I missed Avonlea, and the people.”

“The people,” she repeated. She’d found a tea cup and was in the process of pouring. When she looked up and saw Gilbert looking right at her with the same quiet intensity Cole had captured on paper. The dreamy, far-away look was even more commanding in person, and Anne didn’t realize she’d spilled tea on the counter until Gilbert’s expression shifted to one of concern.

“Anne?”

“Sorry! Distractions, I’ll just--” she looked around frantically for a cloth and then Gilbert was beside her, with the dish rag she’d left on his side of the counter. Their hands brushed as he sopped up the spilled tea and she shifted the saucer out of the way. The both jumped back from the contact and the picture in Anne’s pocket fell out of her pocket and onto the floor.

Of course he was the one to pick it up, and of course it had opened to reveal its contents, because nothing in Anne Shirley-Cuthbert’s life was simple.

He stared at it for a moment too long, and Anne wanted to rip it from his hands but couldn’t, because she was scared of ruining Cole’s work.

“These are beautiful,” he said at last, voice hushed. He didn’t move to hand it back, so Anne just watched him look at the drawings, dark eyes scanning them slowly and brows gradually furrowing. “Did you draw these?” He looked up.

“Cole did,” she said, and then instantly regretted her big, honest mouth. “Don’t tell him I told you. He doesn’t want any of the boys to know he draws people in class.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” Gilbert said seriously. He handed the drawing back. “Though I’m flattered.”

“He draws me more than you,” she said, teasingly. “That’s the only one of you.”

“And now you have it,” Gilbert said.

Her grip tightened on the paper. She was looking down at the Gilbert of pencil shadows and sketched lines, but it occurred to her that she missed so many glances and smiles and amused eyebrow raising from the flesh and blood Gilbert. She missed him every time she blinked. She missed him every time her face flushed and she felt on instinct that she had to look away. Anne was tired of looking away. Anne wanted to see what Cole saw. She looked up at him.

“Cole said you were staring at me when he drew it. Do you stare at me, Gilbert?”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

The snow had melted into his hair and made it droop over his forehead chaotically. “Sometimes I do,” he said quietly.

“Why?”

“Because you’re my favorite person to look at, Anne,” he said. “And I missed you when I was gone. And I’m making up for lost time.”

They were looking at each other now, really. Anne knew her face was as red as her hair. She knew her freckles would look like pox and her eyes would be big and watery, but she didn’t look away. Neither did Gilbert.

“I missed you too,” she said.

When Marilla came in to tell them that Bash and Matthew were finished and that Anne needed to clean up her mess, they were still staring at each other. Anne made Gilbert take a scone for Bash and promised she’d make him a real cup of tea next time. He nodded, and thanked her for her hospitality.

She hung the drawing up in her room, across from the window so the light would hit it first thing in the morning and she would remember what it felt like to be looked at like that.

She would remember how warm it felt.

[toomanysurveys9]

Were you happy or sad when you found out your babysitter was coming? i didn’t really have a “babysitter”. if both of my parents left, we hung out with my grandparents, and they lived with us... Did you have a boyfriend in kindergarten? i did not. i barely even had friends. Did you ever play hopscotch at school? yeah. Did you refuse to eat your vegetables? i don’t think so. What did you usually dress up as on Halloween? i don’t know. it changed every single year. i tended to prefer things opposite of princesses though.

What was your favorite television show? when i was younger, i loved rugrats, johnny bravo, and dexter’s lab. Did you have D.E.A.R. time in school? (Drop Everything and Read) not that i recall. but it’s possible that we did. i think we had something similar, but i don’t know if it was called d.e.a.r. Did you ever read the ‘Magic Treehouse’ series? i loved those books. How about the ‘Bailey School Kids’ series? i do not know what those ones are. Do you remember the first movie you ever saw in theaters? i do not. we didn’t really go to the movies much when i was growing up. Who was your best friend in elementary school? ariel, leslie, juliet... at different grade levels. but those were the main ones. Did they continue to be your best friend in middle school? ariel and leslie yes. juliet moved back to mexico before the end of elementary school. Did you ever watch 'The Land Before Time’ movies? the first one. loved it. Did you ever watch the show 'Arthur’? yeah. i thought it was great. Did the tooth fairy give you a lot of money? a dollar per tooth. How often did you visit your nearest grandparents? my nearest grandparents lived with us so every single day. Did you ever play with 'Little People’ toys? i don’t know for sure but it’s possible. at least from time to time. How about Polly Pockets? yes although i didn’t own them myself unfortunately. Did you collect anything when you were a kid? books. cds. barbies maybe. lol. Did you get an allowance? i did not. i occasionally got money if i wanted to do something or get something, but usually it was all about saving money from birthday and christmas time. i was able to get a job when i turned like 16-17. What was your favorite sport to play? What is it now? i didn’t really like sports. and i still don’t really like sports. What foods did you not like then that you do like now? mexican food. Were you into American Girl dolls? no.. they were so expensive for no reason. What was your first pet and what did you name it? the first pet that actually belonged to me was my pet hamster, angel. Did you ever read the 'Junie B. Jones’ books? yes. i loved them. What did you want to be when you were a kid? singer for most of my childhood. and briefly i thought about a  crime scene investigator. What was your first word? Your first sentence? (If you remember) my mom has said my first word was “dada” but i have no idea about sentence. Have you moved into a new house since you were a kid? we have moved quite a few times throughout my life. i want to move significantly less while wy and ellie are growing up. Do you live in a new state? it’s not new anymore. i did live in florida the first two months of my life though. Were you friends with your neighbors? not really, no. it wasn’t easy for me to make friends. my siblings all had neighbor friends though. Did you enjoy exploring your backyard? i only really “explored” one backyard. we would look for toads and little tiny frogs. otherwise, we’d play in the backyard often. Did you bake cookies with your grandparents? not that i can think of. but it’s possible. What was your biggest fear when you were a kid? people. Who did you look up to most? my mom probably. and my cousin liz when they were allowed to be around. Did you ever play the 'Reader Rabbit’ computer games? i don’t think so. there were a few computer games i absolutely loved though. Did you have a swing set in your backyard? we did for awhile at a couple houses. we loved it. How about a sandbox? we did at one of our houses, but ticks kept hanging out in it so my parents got rid of it. How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike? like five or so? i don’t know for sure. Did you ever spy on your neighbors through the window? i don’t think so, no. Were you a teacher’s pet in kindergarten? i don’t think so . but maybe. i guess i’ve kind of always been a bit of one. until college at least when i literally talked to no one unless i had to. Did you ever build a treehouse or a fort in your yard? no. i always wanted to make a clubhouse. i’d go through grocery store ads and make lists of the different foods and things i’d have in there. Did you ever find anything interesting in your yard? just toads and frogs. Did you ever have 'themed birthdays’? i guess we did that a lot. Did your parents let you drink soda? occasionally, but not super often. Did you ever watch 'The Powerpuff Girls’ or 'Dexter’s Laboratory’? yeah. i loved them both. Did you sleep with a blanket or stuffed animal? a winnie the pooh blanket i had forever. even through high school . i still have it even but it’s literally falling apart. Did you ever have a night light? i think we did, at least for a little bit. Did you watch 'Winnie the Pooh’? yeah. Did you ever have an imaginary friend? What was their name? i had pebbles from the flintstones as my imaginary friend.. What kinds of games did you play with your friends during Recess? i loved tether ball. the swing sets. and four square. Did you dream of being a princess or did you not really care about that? i don’t think i ever did, but i could be wrong. Did you have a special name for your pacifier? What was it? i don’t know. Did you watch 'Blues Clues’? yeah. lol. What kind of car did your parents have? for most of my childhood, they had a ford minivan. Did you ever flush anything down the toilet by mistake? it’s totally possible. Were you afraid to sleep by yourself? not really until christian sexually assaulted me when i was a child... What was your favorite subject in elementary school? i loved when we went to the library or had reading time. How often did you go to the park? kind of often. What was your favorite kind of cake as a kid? chocolate i guess. Did you ever want to grow up? well, yeah. i thought it was this awesome thing and i’d get to do so much more.

[differentandrebel]

We’re just friends - Jax Teller #1

Warnings: Make out session (if that’s a warning)

A/N: I took number 49 from the last Prompt List I reblogged and made that.

Jax isn’t with Tara in this imagine. Hope you enjoy!

                                                      ***

You were Lyla’s friend for many years. You two spent your childhood together in Charming but when you were sixteen you moved. And a few weeks ago you turned to Charming. There you searched and found her and you two returned the contact. This morning she said she was going to meet you at lunchtime but she never showed up. You got worried and now you were in front of the clubhouse, a place you’ve never been. You knew that Opie, her boyfriend, worked there so you went to talk with him. 

You saw Opie in the car park. You knew who he was because Lyla introduced you two a few days ago. 

- Hey, Opie! 

- Y/N! What are you doing here? -he said smiling.

- Well, Lyla said me that she was going to meet me at lunchtime in my house but she dind’t show up. Do you know where is she? -I asked him worried.

- Oh, shit! -he said closing his eyes- I forgot it. She called me when she was at work and said me that she had to stay in CaraCara. She gave me your number to call you and tell you if you can meet this afternoon, but I completly forgot. I’m sorry.

- Oh, don’t worry, it’s okay. I can meet her when she come back.

- Okay, you can be here in the clubhouse until she retuns. There are tables inside and you can get a drink. Free -he told me and winked.

- Thanks -you giggle.

I went in and I sat down at a table. A few minutes of silence passed until two men, one young and blond and the other older, appeared.

- Who are you? -the older one asked me.

- I’m Y/N. I’m Lyla’s friend. Opie told me that I could be here.

- Oh, okay. Nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Clay and this is Jax.

Jax. He was a handsome blond man. And he was looking at me with a sexy smirk.

- Nice to meet you too -I said with my sweetest smile.

Then, Clay went outside and Jax stay in front of me.

- So Y/n... it’s a beautiful name.

- You think?

- Yeah. And what are you doing here, in the MC?

- I’m waiting for Lyla, Opie said that she was finishing the work.

He nodded.

- You are.. you know, a pornstar, too?

- No -I laughed-. I work in a store  -I explained him.

- Well, you could be a nice one -he winked.

I took well the comment, so I followed him the game.

- Yeah, I could. Actually, I’m pretty good at that.

First, he raised his eyebrows surprised but then he smirked and he approached to me.

- Prove it to me.

I smiled and I put my mouth to his. Then, I kissed him slowly. He opened his mouth and his tongue got in my mouth. The kiss was getting deeper and he stood up. He helded out his hand and I followed him until a small room. He closed the door and took off my shirt. We kissed more deeply and passionate than before, if that’s even possible.

- We’re just friends, right? -he ask suddenly broking the kiss.

- Yeah -I said with a smirk-. We’re just friends. 

And I took off his shirt.

[iamcom4ta]

I met Osé on my way to my pole dance class.

For some reason best known to the universe, decided to walk briskly to class.

I am getting late!

I had no idea this walk will take this long...dammit!

I heard the sound of a bike far behind me.

I have a large love for bikes!

My boyfriend and I usually play guess games, we guess the brand and horsepower of the bike by its sound before it comes into view.

I was alone today, I did my guess, but I was wrong.

It was a Harley-Davidson classic!

I whistled in admiration.

I quickly waved down the rider.

The rider stopped and removed the helmet, that was when I discovered it was a lady.

Impressive! I gushed

I know right? Osé replied proudly

Me; Can I get a ride? I'm running late for my dance class.

Osé; Sure, hop on with this helmet, please. I need directions also.

Me; Sure. Thank you so much. Especially for the privilege to ride on this classic.

Osé; It's my pleasure to have you ride with me. What kind of dance are you going for anyway?

Me; I am going for a pole dance class.

Osé; Wow! Do they have such dance classes in this City?

Me; Yeah, this will be my fifth class with them, they are good.

Osé; Omg, I am so glad to meet you! I have been looking for a pole dance studio in the whole country for so long!

We arrived at the dance studio right on time.

Me; Come in and check it out.

You can watch me practice my dance lessons on the pole if you have spare time.

She accepted my invitation, inquired at the front desk, while I quickly changed into a dance outfit.

She stays through my dance session.

She couldn't take her eyes off me

I had to put on a show, on the pole to impress her.

It worked *wink*

At the end of my session, I quickly freshened up to join her.

On my way to sit by her, I noticed her right hand on her belly and a frown on her face.

Me; Okay, did I miss something?

You were impressed with my pole performance a few minutes ago, what changed?

Osé; I know we just met and this is supposed to be a personal conversation and I'd love to start my classes right away......but I and my husband are trying to get pregnant.

Me; oh, I see. You can start after the baby then.

I won't advise you to do anything that will tighten your pelvic.

Because this pole dance is a core conditioning and strengthening exercise.

She nodded in agreement, but the frown is still on her face.

Me; how long have you been married for?

Osé, 22 years...22 Short fun-packed years.

Me; wait..what?! You look too young to have been married that long.

Osé; We get that a lot (Smiling) Ralph is my childhood sweetheart, my twin flame, my soul mate. We got married when we were 18 years young, and we've been experiencing bliss ever since.

We never really wanted children.

We were content with each other.

We have been so engrossed with living our adventurous lives, travelling, hiking, biking.....we have relocated to 8countries since we got married.

Osé's phone rings.

It's Ralph on the line.

Osé; Hey sweets! Can you believe there is a pole dance school here in Bírí?

I am currently sitting in their studio right now.

I met this lovely lady that brought me here.

I watched dance on the pole, she dances so well!

Ralph; Awesome! Our search is over!

When are coming over to the club?

I'm starving.

Osé; I'll be with you in 5mins.

Ralph; Okay pumpkin, Invite your new friend.

Osé; Hey girl, let's go have brunch. My Hubby wants to meet.

Me; errm... I have some errands to run before I go get ready to meet my appointments for today.

Osé; Common girl..!

I accepted the invitation

We hopped on the bike and rode off to the clubhouse.

...TO BE CONTINUED SHORTLY.

Com4ta™

#1com4ta #com4ta #storytime #storytelling #StoryTellingChallenge #story #storyteller #storyofmylife

[micaljason123]

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• Preserve young children active. Our youngsters want not less than one hour with exercising daily. This consists of participating in outside the house, sporting events as well as calisthenics. With out consistently planned work out, young children may favor to watching increased television set, and participating in movie as well as video games to get extended durations with time. Whilst these actions usually are rousing creativity mindfulness, people contribute not even attempt to a child's fitness level as well as enhance anxiety within the spine. Extra young children throughout the last period of time have problems with upper back pain as well as severe headaches simply they do not receive ample exercise.

• Environment healthy and balanced restrictions close to electronic digital activities. Start out which has a non-threatening uncomplicated talk concerning what they've got discovered on line media channels consumption to be able to encourage them to think devoid of defensiveness. Future, have the specified limitations to be able to cellular telephone as well as texting usage. By way of example: virtually no phones at dinner or perhaps certain furthermore of your day. Question to become "friended" so you're able to periodically check for just about any concerns. Being a spouse and children, specify a lot of time period on a daily basis or one morning a week wherever everyone really does real world activities as well as alternative activities together. System an exciting spouse and children holiday by using everybody operating in the act as well as unplugging all of electronics.

• Take in water. Liquids is often a important element keeping in mind your child's muscle groups functional as well as staying away from a great injury. Young childhood must drink concerning 8 8-ounce associated with waters per day. More radiant childhood must drink at least your five 8-ounce glasses per day. Carbonated refreshments, fruit juices and other sweet drinks are certainly not a substitute. Sugar-sweetened drinks usually are the principle causes that combine mister to diets. An average of, Us citizens take concerning 22.2 teaspoons with mister on a daily basis, which usually adds up to 355 calories from fat per day, an increase with 19 percent since the year 1970.

• Get vitamin supplements on a regular basis and get away from "cool" supplements. A multi-vitamin as well as fish oil usually are of benefit to get our kids. To lower the pain sensation coming from make contact with sporting events one may want to consider: Nutritional Chemical, Nutritional B as well as amino acids, Thiamine as well as Nutritional A. Kids under the age of 18, must prevent performance-enhancing products because creatine monohydrate, but alternatively must check with their private coach concerning weekly weight-training sessions.

• Planning your young sportsperson to get sporting events activities. It is vital for parents as well as trainers to help you make their sports athletes'human body as well as discover how to defend all of them coming from sports-related injuries before people happen through acquiring the ideal loosen up stretching out as well as weight-lifting exercises. Painstaking walk, leaping piece of string and/or moving little mild weights, starting to warm up several different groups of muscles before each exercise, game or perhaps fulfill elevates flexibleness as well as lowers injury. All devices needs to be fitted correctly and grow damage-free.

• What about sports? In the past 25 several years, sports transferred karate because the favourite group game in the Usa States. Nonetheless, several kids are lasting minor to be able to severe head trauma, neck and back injuries, severe headaches, dizziness, frustration as well as insomnia resulting from participating in sports, specially in "likely" your ball. "Proceeding" your baseball could be the planned utilization of the head to redirect your baseball which usually is mainly responsible for dispute over possible everlasting head and the body damage. Kids must receive right techniques from their private coach harmless as well as "likely" your baseball must take place out of till concerning 14-16 years of age which usually is dependant on maturation as well as continuing development of your spine. Also, smaller sized golf balls needs to be useful for younger player, and stringent administration with the rules by the private coach, underlay with goal content and employ with teeth guards.

• Dad and mom must motivate an easy selection with actions that come with: boarding, rock climbing, golf, etc, to be able to motivate development as well as action with muscle groups, suspensory ligaments as well as bones throughout the entire body.

• If the injury occurs. Assume RICE--Rest, Ice-cubes, Retention, as well as Peak which is the recognized diet to be able to follow. Use your its polar environment for approximately 20-minute each hour, until the swelling is definitely down. Immediately after 20 units, its polar environment may exhaustion your capillaries as well as produce a high temperature reply that frequently raises swelling. Attempt to have a child switch your injured part of the body the moment possible. When the pain sensation remains and does not strengthen regular, is definitely cozy to touch, a child begins to perform a nausea, or perhaps the pain sensation would seem available -of-proportion to be able to the degree of shock, think about taking your son or daughter to your medical professional and/or chiropractor.

• Lighten your child's load. A different as well as troublesome pattern is definitely appearing because of the make use of overweight bookbag for your childhood, ultimately causing upper back pain much prior to previous many years, according to the Us Chiropractic Connection (ACA). Research made in France not long ago, discovered that the normal little one may possibly be carrying a back pack same as a 39-pound pressure for just a 176-pound male or simply a 29-pound download for just a 132-pound lady, resulting in a developing pattern with the spine agony among the youngsters.