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[amiserableseriesofevents]

Did any of you guys say they liked Gale in a dress?

Mh? Oh, my bad.

John barely has the time to think Hey, are they having him play the butler? before the world tilts on its axis and the entirety of his attention focuses only on on Buck, like a spotlight. John’s mouth dries suddenly and he feels his heart roaring in his chest like a plane engine as he grabs the chair’s armrest with both hands and barely stops an inhuman sound from escaping his lips because Buck is dressed as a fucking housemaid. Maybe I’ve died and this is Heaven, John’s otherwise blank mind conjures as he stares at Buck’s long legs clad in black fishnets of all things, his lean thighs barely covered by the black skirt of his dress, the white apron on top of it making everything just more sinful. Somehow the entire dress fits him like it’s been sewed over his skin, hugging his narrow waist in a way that makes John’s mouth actually water; same goes for his shoulders, that John can see roll with anatomical precision, and the strong arms that emerge from the black and white short sleeves. There’s makeup on his face, white powder and a deep red lipstick, and some heavy dark around his eyes that only make them stand out more — John feels like they’re swallowing him whole from where he’s sitting at the end of the first sector and his heartbeat speeds up at the mere thought of being subjected to that magnetic look from Buck more up close later. He can even forgive the hideous red, curly wig they’ve put on him because dressed like that, and splendidly at ease like he only looks when he’s on stage, Buck is the most beautiful, sensual thing John’s ever seen. He wants to rip that dress off of him and fuck him like tomorrow is not a certainty.

I'm having so much fun with the Halloween special

[alienoresimagines]

WIP Wednesday/Last Line Tag

Thank you @heretoobsessstuff @nicijones @onyxsboxes @majorbuckyegan @happy-days19 for the tag 🥹❤️

His gaze darts to John’s right eye, the large bruise covering it no longer as dark as it had been a week ago but rather a greenish color surrounding a melted brown. His gut churns. 

He misses the white of the jacket making the red of breathless laughter on John’s cheeks stand out.

The army-issued jacket does not provide as much of a protection against the cold as John’s white sheepskin did, with its thick fur John never bothered to wash the dirt off. 

“It could have kept you warm. Winter’s going to be a cold one.” Those were the wrong words to say, Gale knows it immediately. He sounds like a housewife worrying about her husband going to the pub without his scarf, and his bitten nails sink in the tender skin of his palm in a silent admonition. The words are patronizing in a way that John could have laughed at were they in Texas or Idaho, but in this barren land has him raising his hackles like a dog, shoulders tensing and mouth twisting in a sneer. It twists John’s features into something dark and mean, only heightened by the purplish bags under his eyes, and Gale feels ice form in his gut, contrasting greatly with the warmth burning through his uniform where their shoulders and knees bump together.

“Y’think we’ll still be here come winter?” Bitterness makes John’s words sharp and daring, like setting a trap for Gale to fall into and greet him with bitter accusations of defeatism. It’s only been a few weeks, but Gale knows how it goes and how to feather the twinge of anger in his chest. He won’t rise to the bait. He’s a better man than his father. 

Away from them, in the clearing where the cabins are sparser and the dirt field wide and bare, the rocks are still painted with the blood of that unknown soldier. He’s too tired to play this game of tugging with John. Biting his tongue to keep stinging words back, Gale sighs, and drops his chin to his chest like he has some patience and heartfelt  reassurance left to dig from. He is nothing like his father. “I don’t think it’s a bad idea to plan in case we are,” he says carefully, letting each word weigh on his tongue before breathing life into them. Still, they sound clumsy, more of an avoidance to fight than an actual solution and Gale fears John will press deeper in the wound until even Gale snaps. Lately, things have been setting him on edge more easily. Or more things have been setting him on edge lately, Gale can’t tell the difference.

Np tagging to @amiserableseriesofevents @soliloquy-dawn @wayrad @air-exec and @sleepr-agent420

And uno reverse but also np tagging to @onyxsboxes @nicijones @heretoobsessstuff @happy-days19 and @majorbuckyegan

I know some of you have tagged me today lmao but you can take this as me tagging you for next week's WIP Wednesday, I'm just securing weekly crumbs like a check point in a game 🥰💕

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[goldthorn-archive]

Asking about Misty Taste of Moonshine for the WIP game ♥️

thanks ginia and @onyxsboxes! this one started out as just me saving the lyric in my notes app list of fic titles lol, but really i kept imagining the screencap of john flying that mission after gale went down, the tear track tracing down his cheek.

been wanting to do more pre/post war clegan, and this wip is gonna be after john's moved to virginia, and has a nightmare/sudden memory of the morning he thought gale had died, the 24/48 hrs that followed. maybe he's driving somewhere and being behind the wheel sparks a feeling of deja vu, and he has to pull over to get his head on straight. and then he drives to the nearest payphone and begs gale to come visit him.

[abalonetea]

okay, so! @thebisexualpirate brought to my attention that I haven’t done a wip introduction for Groundhog Day for a while! so, to old followers that want a reminder, and to new followers just starting out, let me introduce you to the light of my writing life, Groundhog Day!

on a meta level, dual video games were released. Fields of Fara, a classic rpg fantasy, and Fara Falls, a more gritty counter-game. these games take place in lands that are almost the same, with characters that are almost the same. they are part of a larger set - the Fara Chronicles - in which every game model is based off of Fields of Fara.

on a level that is far more pertaining to the story, we follow a motley cast of characters within the confines of their two versions of Fara, as their games glitch up horrible, and they are set down a path no one expected.

a long time before the story begins, the First Glitch descends on the world of Fara. at this point in time, the kingdom loses their king, their prince, and their princess...and in her grief, the Queen takes off to lands unknown, trying desperately to hold her HEART together, and leaves the kingdom in a state of disarray. so when Midnight, a queen from lands forgotten, comes to offer her aid, they happily hand her the crown.

and for a time, all is well. at least, that’s what the masses think. but then the First Glitch evolves, and suddenly, the time loop that the kingdom is trapped in can be remembered by more than just Aba, the plant elemental forced into a villain’s role. suddenly, Blue, a paladin that doubles as a Royal Scientist, can remember the loops, too. and, suddenly, more glitches are cropping up all over the land.

this is where the story begins - with a new glitch, one that sends Blue into the neighboring game of Fara Falls, and his counter part, Red, into Fields of Fara. what follows is a race to get home before Blue meets his Game Over that quickly turns into something else, as new bonds are made, family is forged in coding and Hope, and a New War threatens to shake Fields of Fara to its very core.

who’s the cast?

Queen Midnight, of Fields of Fara: the most beautiful woman in all the lands, and a refugee from Twill, a land deleted during the Beta Wars. she seeks to turn Fara into a utopia, where no one ever ages, where no one ever dies, and will do anything to preserve her kingdom...even kill off half of it.

Blue: a paladin in Fields of Fara that works as a scientist in the Royal Labs, helping research the Code of the World and, in his free time, studying the multi-verse theory. hit by a glitch that has him at one HP indefinately, fighting is far from his mind. he can summon Looney Tune style black holes to cross throguh the Void.

Locke: a knight-in-training from Fields of Fara, and the Goodest Good Boi in all the lands. he’s dating Blue, and they’ve been living together for years. fights with bone magic and fire magic. has a thing about killing, and is always looking for the best in people.

Motti: one of the Butterfly People from Fields of Fara, and Blue’s lab partner. she’s a tired little worker moth that doesn’t have time for any of this bullshit.

Flame: a fire elemental and the general for the Fields of Fara Royal Guard. he’s a war hero from the Delta Wars that drinks too much and lives alone with his bird dragon, Wrinkles. his loyalty is wrapped up in too many promises, and he’s something of a personal mentor to Locke.

Polynya: a water elemental and captain of Fields of Fara’s Royal Guard. she’s the Queen of the Seafire and led the guard through the Delta Wars. she will do anything not to have to fight in another war. dating Ginia.

Ginia: a plant elemental that runs a flower shop in the Capitol. she was a paladin during the Delta War, and now dates Polynya. during the story, she’s wrangled into the position of Royal Gardener.

Aba: the first character to be caught in the glitch. his coding has been altered by Kee, forcing him into a plant elemental state, as well as changing his title from HERO to VILLAIN. near fifteen years of dying and loops has left his mental state altered, his HEART damaged, and his code fractured.

Kee: the villain. don’t trust her.

other people of note in Fields of Fara include Miss Denna, Razzle, Cordial, Cocoa, the Collector, the Butterfly People, and the Witch of the Woods!

Queen Midnight, of Fara Falls: lost to her Level, she is a fracture of her former self, twisted and bitter and violent. she rules the kingdom with an iron fist, and hosts balls that double as executions. her Level is 100.

Red: a paladin who lost his magic due to a head injury when he was younger, he’s been living with Bolte since they were just kids. he’s a fixer, of clothes and flesh, and tries his best to patch Bolte up when he comes home bloody. bitter and filled with a lot of inner turmoil.

Bolte: the General for Fara Falls’ Royal Guard, a knight that fights with bone and fire magic. with a Level in his 30s, and a lot of scars under his belt, he’s traded in his Goodness and Hope for the world, in favor of keeping Red alive. would burn the country down for Red. very brusque. comes off as an asshole.

Captain: head of the Royal Guard, a crocodile woman with more scars than scales. missing an eye, and with a booming voice, she cuts an intimidating figure. very close with Bolte, and biding her time until she can over throw the Queen.

Celeste: the genderfluid spider bard that runs the Casino, and a host of other illicit activities. sometimes snacks on people, with a flair for fashion and a strange fondness for Blue. they’re better than you.

other people of note in Fara Falls include Denna, Castor, Rattcliffe, Anna, and the Corrupted!

a brief glossary of terms

HEART: the physical embodiment of your life force

Game Over: dying

Inventory: an endless space where you can store items

EXP: points gained for killing someone

Level: the weight of your HEART

finally adding my tags to this! going through the “Tag later” tag oops

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[amiserableseriesofevents]

Wherever you find love (it feels like Christmas)

24 Clegan Christmas drabbles for 24 days!

Prompts from here (but randomized)

[Read on AO3]

Day 01: Homecooked meals

Post-war AU, wc 989

It’s been a hell of a day — no, a hell of a week. No, make it a month. A lifetime, even.

John has been working non stop for weeks traveling all around the States like a mad dreidel, north, south, east, west, up and down and back and forth; everyone needs him everywhere like he’s the only reliable man left in the Army, which he knows he’s not because there’s at least one more: Gale, who of course is getting through the same living hell as he is.

It’s like their superior officers have made it their goal to keep them separated as much as possible because whenever John has two days to spend at home, of course it’s Gale who’s quickly packing a duffle bag and leaving their home on these orders or those with barely a kiss on the lips of his frustrated partner. They got to spend at least Thanksgiving together but they were visiting John’s sister who just had a baby and between the crowd of long lost relatives to entertain and the exhaustion of the past few weeks they both crashed down into bed with little more than a few tired kisses and some snuggles.

Now almost half of December has passed and their house is still empty not only of people but also of the joy of Christmas with no lights, no tree with colorful baubles, no smell of cookies wafting through the warm rooms, no cozy nights in front of the lit fireplace just the two of them, reading and listening to John’s Christmas records on their player. Everything’s cold, grey, and lifeless without the warmth of Gale’s love.

John’s driving home tonight, mood sour as much as the air inside of his car for all the cigarettes he’s been smoking nonstop to have an outlet for his fraying nerves — he’s driving to an empty fridge in an empty home, even an empty liquor cabinet because he’s been trying to drink as less as possible and he didn’t stop to buy any on the road, nothing to be happy about. Gale is in Idaho, or maybe Illinois, he forgot. He’ll be home in two days, just in time for John to leave again for a weeklong trip to Wyoming.

So when he finally parks the car outside of their house and sees through the window that the lights in their kitchen are on, John’s mind immediately goes into fight mode: someone saw an empty house, they probably kept an eye on it for the past few days when both him and Gale were away, and then decided to break in tonight of all nights. 

“Joke’s on them,” John sighs to himself walking to the door with a hand on his gun; he can’t wait to scare the living shit out of those punks who decided to make his day a little worse still. He’s so focused on that he doesn’t even notice the front door is unlocked, there’s no signs of breaking in.

“Who’s there?” He shouts coming in. “Come out with your hands clearly visible. I am a Major of the US Army and believe me, you don’t want to be on my bad side!��

There’s rummaging coming from the kitchen and John’s mind barely has the time to process the smell of warm, hearty food coming from there before a figure comes into view leaning against the doorway. “On your bad side, Major? Never,” says a familiar voice with a drawn-out southern drawl and a hint of amused affection.

John’s heart swells up three sizes. “Buck!” He exclaims, all exhaustion and anger leaving him in an instant, and walks up to the other man to hug him. Gale’s wearing one of John’s old t-shirts like he often does when he’s at home, his hair tousled and soft like he’s washed all the pomade out of them, and he smells of peppermint and gravy, of home. He relaxes in John’s hold, a pleased hum leaving his lips in a chuckle when the other man squeezes him tight against his chest. 

“Weren’t you supposed to come home in two days?” John asks him, voice muffled from where his face is buried in the curve of Gale’s neck.

Gale brushes a kiss on his temple. “Finished earlier, took the first train home. I knew you were getting here late tonight so I went and made you dinner; it didn’t occur me you’d think it was burglars, I just wanted it to be a surprise,” he adds, a bit sheepishly.

John kisses him noisily on the lips. “The best surprise in the world. What did you prepare?” He asks, mouth already watering as he tries to peek behind Gale’s shoulders into the kitchen where pots and pans are all sitting on the hot stove.

“Mashed potatoes, gravy, and some ham. A meal fit for a king,” Gale jokes disentangling himself from John’s grip to go and check on the potatoes. “No dessert though, sorry. They were out of chocolate pudding.”

“Oh, I’ll take my dessert later tonight,” John answers with an obnoxiously exaggerated wink that wins him an eye-roll from his Buck, a flush on his cheeks John’s always proud to be the cause of. 

He helps Gale set the table and then they sit together to eat, just the two of them for the first time in over a month. “I was thinking, since you have to leave in two days we could do something around the house tomorrow,” Gale suggests putting some mashed potatoes on John’s plate. “Set up the lights, at least. I know you like to have the whole house decorated but I don’t think we’ll have enough time for that.”

John grabs his hand and takes it to his mouth, placing a kiss at the center of his palm with a loving smile. “We can finish decorating on Christmas Eve. After all, Santa already granted my greatest wish tonight.”

[amiserableseriesofevents]

Such stuff!Gale is getting railed into next year (pun intended) in his birthday fic 🥰

[amiserableseriesofevents]

Last lines babies

Hiiii I've been tagged by numerous people in numerous things so thank you @onyxsboxes @london-cowboy @majorbuckyegan *mwah*

I've spent my afternoon writing 2.5k words for baby, youre gonna miss that plane so here's a little snippet from that! <3 It's coming *checks the calendar* tomorrow, I guess?

“Let me get you back to your house,” he pleads. “We can’t say goodbye like this, right?” John hesitates. Gale can see clearly in his eyes that he wants to tell him to fuck off and he’d have every right to, but he can’t let him. “Come on, one last ride,” he adds. “You’re not gonna miss your flight?” John wavers. “No, it’s ok. Come on, Bucky. Please,” Gale says and he knows it’s a low blow to call him that, but it has the effect he was hoping for and John steps into the taxi with him, giving indications to the driver to get to his house. “Thank you, I didn’t really feel like walking,” he says like that’s the reason why he’s accepted the lift. “It’s a pleasure, to be driving with such a famous writer.”

NP tagging @oopsiedaisiesbaby @happy-days19 @air-exec and @alienoresimagines

[amiserableseriesofevents]

I hope you're not tired of me putting the Buckies in Europe because guess what, they're in Europe again

[amiserableseriesofevents]

Wherever you find love (it feels like Christmas)

24 Clegan Christmas drabbles for 24 days!

Prompts from here (but randomized)

[Day 1]

[Read on AO3]

Day 02: Family gathering

Such stuff-verse, wc 1557

To say Gale’s nervous would be a euphemism: he’s stressed to death, terrified even. His hands are freezing, his heart plummeted deep into his grumbling, dreadfully empty stomach, and he’s pretty sure he’s gonna develop a nervous tic to one or both of his eyelids before the day is done; all this, just because he’s officially meeting John’s family for the first time today.

They’re at John’s uncle’s cabin and they’re hosting a Christmas Eve dinner for John’s mum and his sisters — not his dad, since they’ve fallen out at the end of the summer. Gale’s seen them before, he’s even spoken to them through the screen of John’s phone during video calls where he’d pop up very briefly to say hello. But today is different, today they’re gonna be here in person and for a few hours, and Gale is so not good with families, it’s been too long since he’s had one.

John, of course, finds the whole thing extremely amusing. He even told him, when Gale went to him distressed and looking for comfort, to “do as they tell us to do on stage when the audience makes us anxious: picture them naked, Buck!” — Gale’s been ignoring him ever since, he’s left him in the kitchen to prepare the food by himself as he sets the table, trying to erase the mental picture of John’s mum naked from his mind.

Now that the table’s ready though, all the plates perfectly aligned, the silverware polished to a shine, the napkins neatly folded, there’s nothing that can keep Gale’s mind from spiraling; so, before he can make a run for it through the woods and live the rest of his life in the wild, he goes back to the person who can, insufferably enough, always clear the clouds from his mind.

John’s standing in front of the stove, all sweaty in his t-shirt and Kiss the Cook apron, and smiles lovingly at Gale when he sees him sneak back into the kitchen. “Table’s all ready?” He asks. Gale gives him a noncommittal hum in response, checking the time for the umpteenth time.

“Good. Everything’s almost done here too, and May just texted me they’re five minutes away. I just need to freshen up and change in my beautiful Christmas sweater and then we’re ready!” John exclaims, enthusiasm so clear in his voice Gale feels a tad guilty for being so anxious about everything. He’s already wearing his own ugly Christmas sweater and until now he thought it was cute for him and John to both sport one of those like a mismatched set but what if they think it’s lame? What if they think Gale is lame and not enough for John?

“You know they’re gonna love you, right?” John tells him like he’s been reading his mind. “I mean, how could they not? It’s impossible not to.”

“I think you’re biased,” Gale mumbles. “They don’t know me, they only know what you told them about me.”

“And I’ve only told them the truth: that you’re the best guy I’ve ever met and I love you so, so much,” John says. “That’s enough for them to love you as well.”

“I don’t know if you’re that good at judging character,” Gale shoots back amused, some of the tension already slipping off his shoulders. It goes right back on in a second when he sees a car approaching in the driveway. “They’re here!” He says. “Come on, we have to greet them!”

“Ah, you go first,” John excuses himself with a grin. “I still have to freshen up and change, I can’t let my mum smell me before the wonderful dinner I’ve cooked. You can handle them on your own, right?” He adds.

“I hate you,” Gale deadpans in response, John’s laugh echoing through the cabin as he goes back to their room.

The three women are just outside the front door when Gale reaches it. He squares his shoulders, takes a deep breath and opens it. “Hello, welcome,” he tries.

“Buck! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” One of the twins exclaims going straight for the hug — it must be Ellie, the one who’s a carbon copy of John. The other one, May, rolls her eyes at her sister’s antics and simply leans forward to kiss Gale on one cheek when it’s her turn. “Nice to meet you, Gale. I’m May, this is Ellie.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” Gale says then extends his hand for John’s mother. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Egan. Thank you for letting us use your house.”

The woman shakes his hand fiercely. “Nonsense, it’s my brother’s and he’s always loved John like a son. And please, let’s cut the formalities: call me Rebecca. And do you prefer Gale, or Buck?” She asks, a smile on her face that’s all John.

Gale feels himself blush slightly and smiles. “Gale’s good, thanks. Please, come on in: John’s just gone to change in his Christmas attire.”

“Please tell me it’s an ugly sweater like yours,” Ellie says. “Not that your sweater is ugly, I mean. I hope John’s is but yours is very beautiful,” she adds, embarrassed, and Gale can’t help but smile again at the familiarity of hers. “It is,” he reassures her. “My friend Marge always gifts me one for Christmas and this time she gave one to John as well.”

“Let me guess: he loved it,” John’s mum sighs. “That boy has always been crazy for everything Christmas.”

“Oh he absolutely does: he couldn’t wait to put it on and show it to you,” Gale answers with a grin. “Please, make yourself at home. I mean, it is your home so-”

Before he can wish for the floor to open under him and swallow him whole, John comes to the rescue in his ugly sweater, hollering and cheering as he hugs his mother and sisters so tight Gale worries for their ribs.

“Dinner’s almost ready, I’m just waiting for the roast timer to go off. We could have some appetizers on the couch first, you must be hungry. And mulled wine! Buck likes it a lot,” John says pulling Gale closer to kiss him on the cheek — and Gale lets himself be kissed, even if he knows his face must be red as the spicy wine itself.

“Did you bake pigs in a blanket?” May asks, eyes shining with anticipation. Her brother winks at her. “Of course I did, who do you think you’re talking to? Come with me to the kitchen, let’s bring them out here.”

Once all the appetizers have been brought to the living room Gale sits on the couch with a cup of mulled wine in hand, squished between John and May. It turns out the girl is an avid thriller fan so they’re engaged in a discussion about the latest titles she’s read, and he’s suggesting her new ones he’s seen on the shelves in West Anglia just before the Christmas break. John’s talking with Ellie and their mum, one of his hands never leaving Gale’s knee in a possessive, affectionate manner, and the smell of spices and burning wood fills the room. It’s probably the happiest Gale’s ever felt at Christmas, and all because of John.

“Are we opening the presents now or after?” Ellie enquires after a while. “Because we have something for Buck,” she adds nodding to her sister and Gale flushes in surprise.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have,” he stammers as one of the girls hands him a small box. “Really, there was no need.”

“Word of advice, Buck,” John stage-whispers in his ear. “Us Egans, we take presents very seriously: there was need. Now open it, I know you’ll like it.”

“You knew?” Gale stage-whispers back outraged, carefully unfolding the wrapping paper with shaky fingers. Inside the small blue box there’s a pair of silver-plated cufflinks in the shape of little rockets.

“John told us you love space,” May says. “And we thought maybe you could wear them when your next show opens, even if you’re just there for John and not on stage.”

“They’re very beautiful,” Gale answer, his years spent holding onto his nonchalant mask the only thing keeping him from crying. “Thank you, thank you so much. I’ll cherish them forever. Thank you,” he keeps repeating as he flushes hotter and hotter. He senses more than sees John looking at him with the usual overwhelming love but he doesn’t look back at him, for he’s sure he’d break.

The timer set on John’s phone starts beeping, saving Gale from the outburst of his own emotions. As they all move into the kitchen, hungry and ready to tackle on the delicious food John has prepared for them, Gale stops for a second on the threshold and looks at them; close-knit, affectionate, touchy-feely and loving. A true family, Gale thinks.

Then John looks up at him, a smile on his face so bright it lights up the whole kitchen, and beckons to him to come closer, and Gale finds he has to correct himself: it’s not just a family, it’s his family. Theirs.

With so much love in his heart it threatens to burst, he pockets the cufflinks and goes to kiss the cook. “I love you,” he tells him. John, in response, just smiles.

[amiserableseriesofevents]

Our little life is rounded with a sleep, ch 8

During his thirty years of life John has learnt more than a few lessons: the hair of the dog is the only real cure for an hangover, reading your lines with another voice is the best way to memorize them properly, if you have younger siblings the fault of anything that happens in the house is always gonna be yours, tearing one’s ACL hurts like fucking hell.

Nothing good ever comes following the words we need to talk.

[amiserableseriesofevents]

I know i already asked you about "baby, you're gonna miss that plane" 😊 but i'm also reaaaaally curious about "Raising Grace" 👀🥰🥰🥰

Hello there and thank you for this ask 🥰

Raising Grace is a post war AU (multichapter even if I'm not sure yet of how many chapters it'll be); the starting point is, Gale and John are in love during the war but once it's over and they go back to the States, Gale still marries Marge.

John moves next door without ever interfering, he doesn't try to rekindle his thing with Gale, he just needs to be close to him — and to Marge, because he's fond of her too. He becomes part of the family, he's even godfather to the little Cleven girl, Grace.

But tragedy strikes, and the two men are left caring for the child by themselves. They'll have to figure out a way to make it work without losing each other, for their own sake and that of little Grace.

And the Crosbys are gonna be there too for moral support 😅

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The reviews for chapter 8 are in ♥️

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Our little life is rounded with a sleep, ch 4

Featuring some math puns, an escapade, and maybe a kiss

[amiserableseriesofevents]

Last line/WIP tag

Thank you @onyxsboxes, @c-goldthorn, @alienoresimagines and @survivedthenight for the tag!

Here's a snippet from Chapter 4 of Our Little Life which will be posted (hopefully) tomorrow!

Buck huffs. “The company, the Stalag Theatre, are what we call a loaded Russian roulette. Half their shows are boring as hell, the other half are downright terrible,” he says and John can’t help but start laughing loudly at the disdain clearly palpable in his tone. “They have European origins, at least that’s the excuse the Colonel gave us the first time we hosted them. I personally think they’re simply bad and should close their venture but alas, it’s not my place to tell them. They even tried to get a residency here a few times but Harding always managed to twist the price and the conditions so that it wasn’t worth it for them. So, yeah, stay at your own risk,” Buck concludes. The answer’s quick on the tip of John’s tongue, sweet as candy: I’d go through hell and back with you, Buck. But it’s too much, clearly — they’re gonna sit through a bad show, they’re not going to war. So he just grins and says, with much more optimism than he actually feels, “Come on, it can’t be that bad.” And yet, it turns out it can. John has been sitting in the crammed seat in the front row of the second half of the auditorium for barely ten minutes and already he’s considering walking into traffic as a way to free himself from the nightmare of a show the European company has put together. It’s a mix of monologues and sketches from famous movies, all acted out in the corniest way possible, and John is gritting his teeth like he used to do in high school whenever the lessons were unbearable. He doesn’t even know if there’s gonna be an intermission, he didn’t ask, but he surely regrets having told Buck that he’d stay there all night because there’s no way he’s gonna survive this. He glances around, subtly as he can, but the rest of the audience seems to be liking the show. Hopefully our public will be different than this, he thinks, craning his head to see where the hell is Buck.

I have suffered through maybe the worst show I've ever seen at the theatre during my shift last week so the boys had to suffer too, I'm sorry, I make the rules.

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If you're feeling down today, please know that right now in the Halloween special John is stuck jumping up and down to remove his shoes during ✨sexy times✨. That should help!