#how the Hell did this cute noel guy know his name?

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Bar Crossed Lovers - One Shot

a/n: i truthfully couldn’t think of a better name, so please enjoy the bad pun. idk wtf this is, but it’s friends to lovers with a little bit of angst, and of course smut. hope you enjoy! 4.8k

He wasn’t sure how it happened. The two of you were the last ones at the party, and he had offered to help clean up. It was genuine, a friend helping another friend tidy up after a night of drinking with others. How he ended up in your bed, inside of you for hours, well, that was trickier to understand. You weren’t sure how it happened either, but you weren’t complaining. It had been a while, and he was there. He didn’t stay the night. There was no confession of love or feelings, it was just sex.

Neither of you talked about it. You both just figured it was a drunken mistake, or maybe it wasn’t a mistake. You both clearly needed it, but it wasn’t something to make a big deal out of. It was when you both worked next that it got a little awkward. You both were in early for set up.

See, you and your friends all worked at a bar. Some of you were in grad school, and some of you were just working there until you figured out what it was you really wanted to do with your life. It was good and easy money. It’s how you met Harry in the first place. He was already behind the bar when you clocked in. He was polishing the glasses that were fresh out of the dishwasher.

“Hey.” You say, as you pull out the cutting board and limes.

“Hi.” He sets a glass down and looks at you. “How are you?”

“Good, how are you?” You say, without looking at him.

“Good.”

You nod your head and hear him scoff. You put your knife down and look at him. He was still looking at you, arms crossed.

“This doesn’t need to be so weird.” He says.

“I agree.”

“So why are you acting like this?”

“Because I don’t really know what to say to you. How do we continue as normal? Do we let our friends know what happened?”

‘I don’t see how it’s any of their business, Y/N.”

“They’re gonna know something’s up, Harry.” You point to the splotch on your neck and his face flushes.

“It’s been a few days…”

“You didn’t exactly do it gently.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I didn’t tell you to stop.” You blush and turn back to your limes as he continues with the glasses.

“We were drunk and we did what a lot of people do when their drunk.” He shrugs.

“I figured that’s why you stayed back, because you wanted to hook up.”

“Well, I genuinely felt bad that our friends didn’t throw any of their garbage away, so I wanted to help.”

“You’ve always been nice.” You chuckle. “Maybe too nice.” You shake your head at the memory of that night. You feel a slight surge go through you, but you try to shake that away as well.

“You weren’t exactly complaining the other night, babe.” He grins and you swat your rag at him. “Gotta be able to joke about it.”

“It is sort of funny, been friends for a while and all of a sudden we just hook up.”

“I don’t blame you, I am pretty irresistible.”

“Harry.” You sigh.

“Okay, okay, sorry. Just lightening the mood, that’s all. Look, it doesn’t need to be a big deal. It was a nice hook up.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“But that’s all it was, right?”

“Right.” You put all of the limes into the container and grab a few lemons. “I don’t like you as anything more than a friend.”

“Same here.”

“But…I wouldn’t hate if it happened again.” Your cheeks had to be beat red at this point.

“Neither would I.”

“Really?” You look at him.

“Sure.” He shrugs and lifts another rack of glasses to the counter. “No strings attached sex? I’m game.”

“I just don’t want our friendship to get fucked up, that’s all.”

“I agree. We should make it clear if we’re hanging out to hook up or not, and if it gets deeper for someone, then it should stop.”

“Right, because I’m just dying to be in a relationship with you.” You say sarcastically.

“Aren’t most people?”

“Jesus.” You nudge him and he chuckles. “We would also need to stop if one of us meets someone else. We would need to be upfront about it.”

“What about other hook ups?”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Like on Tinder or something?”

“I don’t need to know about that, just…make sure you wrap it up.”

“Deal.” He grins.

//

After that, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You often found yourself getting distracted at work, and so did Harry. Almost every night you worked together you’d end up having a quickie in one of your cars. Your friends eventually found out too. It wasn’t hard to figure out since you both got caught in the bathroom at one of their places one night. You all had a good laugh about it and just explained it was nothing more than hooking up. Everyone was pretty cool with it.

You had just finished hooking up at his place when you were getting your clothes back on.

“You know, you don’t have to slip out just yet.” He says as he pulls his boxers back on. “We were watching a movie.”

“Yeah, for like five seconds.” You laugh. “I need to get going, though.” You slip your shirt on and lean across the bed to give him kiss on the cheek. “I have a paper I need to work on, you know how it is.”

“I do, you came here to distress.” He smirks.

“And I did.” You give him one last kiss before grabbing your keys. “See you at work tomorrow.”

“See ya.”

Harry makes his bed back up and throws a load of laundry in the washer. His phone pings with a few messages from Tinder, but he’s found himself checking and responding less and less. He was having great sex with you, why go out and get it somewhere else? After finishing up some homework of his own, he texts you.

Harry: how’s the paper going?

You: almost done!

Harry: let me know if you want a reward ;)

You: miss me already? Lol

Harry: just parts of you

You: very funny

Harry: ;p

You: if I say yes will you go down on me?

Harry: I’m on my way

//

Having sex with Harry was great, but it was starting to take up a lot of your free time. He was the one that would text you for the booty call more often than you would, which surprised you. You didn’t question it because it was nice to feel wanted. Every time he kisses the back of your shoulder as he drilled into you, or as he had you bent of the bed, or even when his head was between your legs, you enjoyed being wanted. But you wanted to be wanted for things other than sex. You wanted to have excuses to get dress up and go out on nice dates. You worked long hours and your grad work kept you busy too. Sometimes you just wanted to be swept off your feet, not swept off to the bedroom.

One night while you were working, a group of young men came in. They all sat down right at the bar instead of getting a booth.

“When can I get you guys started off with?”

“Pitcher of beer, please.” One of them says to you. He was handsome, very handsome.

“You got it.” You smile.

You found yourself chatting with him a bit in between other customers. His name was Noel, and he worked at a publishing company. He and his coworkers were celebrating finishing a large manuscript edit. Harry noticed you flirted, but to be fair, you flirted a lot. So did he. It was how all the bartenders got more tips. There was something different about this, though. You seemed genuinely interested in what this guy had to say.

“We have to get going soon, but I’d love to keep getting to know you. Your grad work seems really interesting.” He writes his number on the receipt. “Call me sometime.” He smiles.

You bite your bottom lip and tuck the receipt copy into your apron. You had butterflies in your stomach. This was good, this was really good. What a cute way to meet someone. You and your other friends giggle about Noel. You were definitely going to call him.

“Coming back to mine tonight?” Harry asks as you both work to close down the bar.

“Sure.” You smile.

//

Your willingness to hook up with Harry had gotten less and less frequent. You had called Noel. You talked for hours. You had a lot in common. You had gone out on a couple of dates with him, and they went really well. It was time to tell Harry your hook ups needed to stop altogether.

“Slow your roll, I didn’t come over here for that.” You laugh and push him away. He was kissing on your neck the second you came over to his place.

“What did you come here for then?” He gasps facetiously. “Are we hanging out for real?”

“Yes.” You both sit down on his couch. “I have to tell you something. I’m…sort of seeing someone.”

“Oh.”

“I haven’t slept with him yet, but I’d like to. We’re not official yet either, but I feel like we probably will be, so this needs to stop. Is that okay? Still friends?”

“Course it’s okay, and of course we’re still friends. Thanks for being so honest.” He smiles.

“Thanks for being so cool with it. I know I’ve been sort of distant in that sense lately, but I’ve just been trying to figure out how I feel. I really like this guy and I don’t wanna screw it up.”

“I get it.”

You hug him and kiss him on the cheek. The two of you settle in with a movie, and then you leave. Harry went to bed aggravated as all hell. He liked hooking up with you. He was hoping the conversation you had earlier wouldn’t have come so soon. You had been doing what you were doing for nearly three months. How could you have gotten bored with him? You always praised him in the bedroom, how could you want someone else to fuck you?

//

You and your friends would be all hanging out after work, and you’d be bringing Noel to formally meet them. You had been seeing him for a few weeks now. You hadn’t gone all the way with him yet, just making out and some heavy petting. You weren’t sure what the holdup was, but you didn’t mind taking it sort of slow.

He comes into the bar just before close and sits down. You squeal when you see him. You come around from the bar and kiss him on the cheek.

“I just need to change quick in the back, and then we can head to Michelle’s.”

“Sounds good, take your time.”

You kiss him on the lips quickly and then head to the back to change. Harry catches this and squints at Noel while he wipes down the bar. Noel gives him a half smile and Harry returns it. Tonight was going to be interesting to say the least.

After a few drinks, you all settled in on a game of Scrabble. It would be lame or boring if you weren’t drinking.

“Challenge! Challenge! No way that’s a word!” Michelle says to Harry.

“Is too!”

“It’s a slang term, no slang!” Chris yells in her defense.

“Where in the blood rules does it say you can’t use slang?! If it’s in the dictionary, it’s a fucking word! That’s ten points, write it down.” He crosses his arms, and Michelle groans.

“I’ve never seen so many people get worked up by a game of Scrabble before.” Noel chuckles. “This is great.” He kisses you on the cheek.

Everyone seemed to really like Noel so far, but you wanted Harry’s opinion too. You notice him get up to refill his drink in the kitchen, so you get up to do the same.

“What do you think?” You whisper.

“About what?” He whispers back.

“Noel.” You giggle.

“Oh.” He rolls his eyes. “No offense, but I don’t really wanna give my two cents on your boyfriend.”

“Well, he’s not exactly my boyfr-“

“Either way.” He sips his drink. “Not something I feel super comfortable with.”

“I just wanted to know if you liked him so far…if I bring him around more often I’d wanna make sure you were comfortable with it.”

“And what if I wasn’t?” He had back you up so you were leaning against the counter. “You know me, I’m a real attention hog.” He smirks and walks away from you.

Harry missed you. He missed you like crazy. It had been a month since you last hooked up and he thought he was gonna go crazy. Never in a million years did he think he would be the one to catch feelings, but he did. Noel was probably a really nice guy, but he was now competition, and if there was one thing Harry didn’t like it was competition.

He had to watch as Noel would come in on the late nights at work to come pick you up, when that used to be him to make sure you got home safely. He had to listen when you would giggle with your other friends about the dates he would bring you on. It was torture.

//

One night it was raining, so Noel invited you over for a wine and movie date. You loved cuddling with him. About thirty minutes into the movie, and most of your glass of wine drank, you were making out on his couch.

“Y/n>” He breathes. “Want you.”

“Want you too.” You groan.

You were ready for him now, he had waited long enough. It also kind of turned you on to just be so comfortable with him to want to do it on his couch. He slipped your pants off and undid your own. You reach into your grab and pull out a condom. He happily slides it on. He fingers you, only for a few moments. When Harry would finger you…you shake the thought from your head. You can’t compare them right now.

When Noel pushes inside you, you were expecting it to feel incredible. It wasn’t like his dick was small or unsatisfying, but there was something that just wasn’t doing it for you. Maybe it was the way he wasn’t paying any attention to your clit, or the way he would only lightly kiss your neck, or that he wasn’t pulling at the roots of your hair. Shit.

“Y/N? Are you enjoying it? You’re like a million miles away.” He frowns.

“I’m so sorry, I thought I was feeling it…but…”

He pulls out of you and discards himself of the condom. You pull your pants back on and sit with him awkwardly on the couch.

“Is there something else I could have done?”

“Maybe, but I don’t think it would have made a difference.” You sigh. “I really like you Noel, I don’t know what my problem is tonight.”

“Is there someone else?”

“No.” Maybe. “At least, I didn’t think there was, but now I’m so sure.” You look at him. “I’m so sorry, I think I should go.”

He nods and sighs.

“I really like you too, but I don’t wanna force anything between us. Take all the time you need.”

You throw your arms around him and hold him tight. Noel was literally the perfect guy, what was wrong with you? You leave and drive around for a bit. You wanted to kill Harry for running through your mind. You didn’t want to date him, and you hadn’t really thought about him sexually since you stopped hooking up. You never thought about him when you kissed Noel, so why was it when you were finally getting intimate that he popped into your head?

You were suddenly filled with rage and you gripped your steering wheel so hard your knuckles turned white. You found yourself driving towards Harry’s apartment building. You get out of the car and slam the door closed. You had no idea if he was going to be there, and you were getting soaked, but you didn’t care. You had a bone to pick with him.

You bang on his door and ring the buzzer over and over. You hear him yell “hang on” a couple of times.

“Y/N?!” It looked like he had just gotten out of the shower. His hair was damp and the shirt he had clearly just put on was sticking to his still wet chest.

“You have some nerve, Harry Styles.” You brush by him as you walk into his place.

“Sure, come on in.” He says to himself. “Do you need a towel, you’re dripping?”

“No, I’m perfectly fine like this.” You cross your arms and looks at him.

“Alright, I really don’t have time for this, so you wanna explain the attitude?” He cross his arms now.

“I just tried having sex with Noel and I couldn’t because of you!”

His eyebrows raise in surprise. That was the last thing he expected you to say.

“What?”

“You…you…you ruined me!”

“I ruined you? What in the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, for started, when he fingered me, it felt like he was just jabbing, and his nails weren’t exactly short. Your nails are always perfectly filed.”

“It’s common curtesy.”

“And he only did it for a few minutes. Then, he didn’t even rub my clit. You always did that while you fucked me.”

“Because it makes you feel good.”

“Exactly!”

“Did you tell him?”

“What?”

“Did you vocalize what you wanted?”

“No…I didn’t have to with you.”

“Not everyone’s like me. Sometimes you have to-“

“But I don’t want to! I just want someone that knows what they’re doing! I don’t want it to be a race about who can get off the fastest. I want someone’s body on mine and just be in complete and utter ecstasy for a little while! And it probably would have been fine. Maybe I would have gotten vocal with him, but you wouldn’t leave my mind! You ruined me, Harry.”

“Yeah, well, you ruined me too.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah.” He scoffs. “Do you know how hard it’s been watching you be with someone else? To give all your attention to some guy that wasn’t me?! Do you know how hard it’s been trying to respect your relationship, and not drag you into the back room to fuck you senseless?”

“I didn’t think you had feelings for me.”

“Neither did I.” He looks away. “But I do, and I have pretty much since you ended things. I started to really miss you…as more than a friend.” He rubs the back of his neck. His phone starts to ring. “Shit.”

“Do you have plans?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll go.”

“No.” He answers his phone. “Hey…no, I’m actually glad you called. I have to cancel last minute. One of my friends is upset over some guy who’s been a real idiot. Yeah…I’m sorry.” He hangs up his phone and shoves it back in his pocket.

“You didn’t have to do that…”

“Yes, I did. I was gonna try to go out on a date since it seemed things were getting serious between you and Noel…”

“So you just canceled on that poor girl who was probably getting ready?!”

“Well, I never said I was perfect! You of all people should know that, it’s probably the reason you didn’t more than my dick, right?”

“You didn’t want more from me!”

“I did, I just didn’t know it!”

You groan loudly, completely frustrated with the entire situation.

“Wait, so you had sex with him tonight?”

“What?”

“Like right before you came here? He fucked you?”

“Only for a couple of minutes. He could tell I wasn’t into it.” You look away.

“Well, I’m not fucking you tonight, not unless you shower.”

“You really think I came over here for that?! I came here to yell at you!”

“For no fucking reason! Oh, boo hoo, you think I ruined you for all other men. Maybe Noel was just a dud in the sack. Maybe that’s why he was single.”

“So you would have just easily jumped into bed with me if I wanted?”

“In a heartbeat, but not if someone else just touched you. I don’t even wanna think about it.” He makes a disgusted noise. “It should have been me, it should always be me.”

“That’s how you really feel?”

“It is. How do you feel?”

“I want you, but I also want the dates and the romance. I don’t want the booty calls, Harry. It’s nice being wanted, but I wanna go out and do things. I like getting brunch and going to movies, or going to other bars, or-“

“Okay! We can do that, we can do all of it, Christ. I’d do anything if it meant you were mine again, even though you were never really fully mine, but I had a piece of you once, I want all of it now.”

“I want all of you too.” You start walking towards his bathroom. You knew it very well.

“Where are you going?”

“You asked me to shower, so that’s where I’m going.” He follows you in there and you stop short. “You…kept my body wash?” You snatch the travel size bottle and show it to him.

“Smells good.” He shrugs. “Didn’t wanna waste it.” You make a sweet pouty face at him. “Shut up, you know where the towels are.” He says and closes the door behind him.

After your shower you find him lounging on his bed. You have your towel secure around you.

“All Noel free?”

“Mhm.” You giggle and sit on the edge of the bed where he was laying.

“Sorry, I hope you don’t take that the wrong way. I just would’ve felt weird…” He sit up against the headboard.

“No, it made sense. I wouldn’t wanna hook up with you right after being with someone else either.” You look over at the empty space beside him. “You know, in the three months we were hooking up we never had a sleep over.”

“Is that your way of asking to spend the night?”

“Got a t-shirt I can sleep in?”

He hums his response and gets up. He goes into his dresser, and tosses you a shirt. You put it on and hang the towel up.

“Wanna just watch something on Netflix and cuddle?” He asks.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”

He smiles and puts the TV on while you crawl onto the bed. He throws an arm around you and rubs your back as he searches for something. You settle on some random movie. You bury your face in his chest and throw a leg over his.

“Why do you always do this?” He chuckles.

“Do what?”

“Any time we start a movie you get all needy.”

“You said you wanted to cuddle, this is me cuddling.”

“This is your knee getting very close to my dick.”

“Can you blame me? Haven’t had you in so long.”

“You say that like it’s my fault.”

“If I hadn’t ended things you never would have realized you liked me as more than a friend.”

“Y/N.” He sighs. “How could you not tell? Have you ever had a casual hook up so passionate before?”

“I just thought you were really good in bed.” You chuckle.

“Well, I am. And like I said before, I didn’t really realize how I felt until after it was over, which is super shitty.” He looks down at you and cups your cheek. “You’re special to me. You always have been, think it’s why we’ve been such great friends.”

“You shouldn’t keep so much to yourself.”

“Tomorrow, after work, I’m taking you on a date. I don’t care how late it is, I’ll find a place to take you. Show you off to everyone, make ‘em all feel jealous.”

You smile as he leans in to kiss you. He push you down into the pillows and hovers over you. It felt so good to have his lips on yours again. You couldn’t believe how much you missed it, or how natural it felt. You tug at his shirt and take it off. His lips move to your jaw and to your neck. He sucks on your skin harshly and your nails rake down his back.

“This what you needed?” He whispers in your ear before he sucks on another spot.

“Yes.” You gasp. “Feels so good.”

He gets your shirt off and strips down to his boxers. He kisses down your chest, making sure to pay attention to your breasts. He kisses from your knee to your inner thigh, sucking on where he pleases. When his tongue meets your center you buck your hips up towards him.

“You know you’re not supposed to move. Or did you forget?”

“Maybe you should remind me.”

He grins and presses a hand down on your lower stomach. You gasp when his tongue laps around you again. Your hands grip at his hair when he starts to suck on your clit. You moan out when you feel two of his fingers slip inside you.

“This is how you like it, right?” He says against you.

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head when his fingers curl up against your spongy front wall. He sucks even harsher on your clit and you feel like you’re going to lose it.

“Harry.” You cry out.

You feel him groan as you come to your release. He removes his fingers and sticks his tongue inside you to fully get a taste of you. He had missed it so much. He was sort of getting carried away, and started eating you out again. His thumb creeps up to your clit to rub circles into it. Your head was thrashing against the pillow, and you were sweating from what he was doing to you. No one did this like Harry. Once you come again he slowly lifts his head. He was out of breath and his chin was glistening.

“Get on your stomach.” He breathes.

You grin and flip over. He grips your hips, and pulls you back to him. He slips his boxers off and then slips inside you.

“Oh, fuck.” You groan.

“You like my cock buried inside you?”

“Yes.”

You gasp when he starts moving in and out of you. His hand grasps at the roots for your hair. His skin was slapping against yours. It was like the two of you had never been apart. You move your ass back against him to get in sync with his pace.

“Still so fucking tight. You feel amazing.” He grunts.

Harry tugs your hair harshly to pulls you back to him. Your head rolls back against his shoulder. One of his arms snakes between your breasts, and his other moves so his hand can rub your slit as his thrusts in and out of you.

“Taking me so well.” He says into your ear. You turn slightly to kiss him. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and bite down on it. “Fuck.” He breathes.

“Harry.” You whimper.

He could tell you were close again by the way you were tightening around him.

“Where, shit, where can I come?”

“Inside me, obviously.”

He rubs your clit faster and you grab at his hair. You cry out before he pushes you back down on the bed. He flips you over and slips back inside. His hand grips your throat in just the right way. You both make eye contact. He thought you looked beautiful like this.

“Shit.” He groans and fills you to the brim with his hot come.

“Oh my god, Harry.” You moan.

“Like that?”

“Love it.”

He pulls out of you and you clamp your legs together so you don’t make a mess. You hobble to bathroom to clean up and then come back to him. You collapse on top of his chest. He plays with your hair and kisses your forehead.

“So…you really wanna be with me?” He asks. Someone had to speak first.

“Yeah, I do.” You look up at him. “You wanna be with me?”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll have to call Noel tomorrow to let him know it’s officially over.”

“Same with the girl I’ve been talking to.” He kisses your forehead again and looks at you. “And you’re really gonna spend the night?”

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“Good, because I’m about ready to fuck you again. Got an entire month to make up for, babe.”

[bluegamerchick]

Rune Factory 5 Wants

So, I’ve been playing Rune Factory 2 again ( never really beat in the first place, but remade a save where I accidently named my the MC Kyle with two spaces behind his name ). And replaying it, reminded me, oh yea, there’s a 5th Rune Factory coming out. There’s like no discussion on it, soo, here’s my wants for it. 

This is just what I general/plot wants for, to romance wants, to character wants. So yea, let’s go.

A fair warning, some points may be repeated and or, belong in other sections. I was sleep deprived when I first started typing this and it’s now 4am as I finish this.

General/Plot Wants Returning Areas Off the bat with something that’ll probably not happen, but I can dream. Replaying Rune Factory 2, I fell in love with the game’s town. It was a little port city, and was just so visually beautiful, what was not to love? Same goes for Rune Factory 3 and 4′s areas. Personally, I have never played Rune Factory 3 ( only seen videos ), but I find the area beautiful too. Same goes for Rune Factory 4′s town too. Could we return to this areas? Probably not, but it still would be cool to at least visit them for a short while or have mention of them.

Half Human, Half Monster Speaking of Rune Factory 3, I want the monster human hyprids to return. We sorta got this with the guardians in Rune Factory 4, and the Raven cameo, but not much really. It be really cool to see the human monster hybrids to return. 

Past MC’s Children

We get a taste of playing as a main character’s child in Rune Factory 2, where you play as Kyle’s kids. But, you know what would be cool? Playing as a grown-up version of the past MC’s kiddos. Sure, they would lose their memory at the start, but it would be super cool to play as grown-up version of Aaron, Aria, Leona and Lucia ( Raguna’s kids in Frontier ), Micah's kids ( the wiki says the boy’s default names are: Ray, Leaf, Horace. While the girl’s is: Lala ), or Noel and Luna! Maybe if you play as grown-up versions of Aaron and Aria, kids from RF: 2 come and end up jogging your memory! idk, just an idea.

3D? Since it’s going on the switch, I kind of want it to be 3D. And from the looks of it, it’s gonna be? But, then again, I’m not sure, it may just be like most Rune Factory games ( minus Frontier and Tides of Destiney ), appears 2D but is 3D if that makes any sense.

Returning Characters!!!! Let’s be all honest, we want to see returning characters. Even if they are just extra shop-keeps, we want to see them again.

Requests Weird hope, but, can we have the request like the ones in RE: 2, where they felt...personal? Like, they actually were tied to the character. Will explain more in the characters part, but yeaaa. Can we just not have Rune Factory 4′s requests. It’s been awhile since I played it, but from what I remember the request weren’t that personal. ( Do correct me if I’m wrong though! )

Plot Now for the main thing, the plot. Rune Factory was kind of already neatly wrapped up in RF:4. I wanna say other’s have voiced this opinion too, but what are they gonna do for the plot? Maybe this is a prequel to all the other games? Like, what would be the very first game in the RF timeline to start it all off. Or does this take place after RF:4. Are there more dragons we don’t know about? Is our goal to find baby versions of the previous 4 dragons? Does this game show the after effects of losing all 4 dragons? What is it? Personally, I would love this to be a game that is either a prequel to the very first Rune Factory game or shows off the after effects of the events in RF: 4.

Character Wants Requests Like I said before, I kind of want the request system from RF: 2. Sure we can a few some generic requests, but also, I would love to see requests based on the friendship levels of certain people. Maybe as time goes on, you get more and more personal request. Maybe this can also led to romances!

Returning Characters Pls You already stated this in-Yes, I know I put this in General/Plot, but I’m putting this here too. Yes, returning characters! Of course, I expect them to be like RF: 3 and 4, where they are shopkeeps, but also, it would be neat if certain returning characters ended up being romance choices or you could convince them to move into to town. As for character’s I actually hope return or make a cameo ( which a cameo seems for likely ) are Alicia, Ray, Giaus, and Margaret. Or maybe grown-up Cammy and Roy. Be cool to see them traveling together too ^v^.

Character Events It be cool to see character events for the townsfolk, be it a romance option or not. Really just a minor thing that I would like to see.

Befriending Divine Beings? Kind of like how you could befriend Venti in Rune Factory 4, it be cool to befriend divine beings in RF: 5. That is all.

Rivals Bring back rivals. They were really neat in Rune Factory 2. It be fun to attended your rival’s wedding, and either go “Congrats on the wedding” or steal their spouse. Right at the alter. Because you’re Mr or Mrs Steal your girl or guy.

Group Events Kind of like how in RF: 4 you got those sleep-over events and possibly more ( sleep over event is the only that comes to mind ). I want to see more of that. Image you and your friends eating lunch at the restaurant. Maybe you all have a sleepover at someone’s house. Maybe you can choose where the sleepover takes place or you all take turns on where the sleepover will be. Maybe you can a girl’s or guy’s night out. In the summer, maybe you and your closest friends go hang out at the beach. Stuff like that!

School and Kids This is probably an odd one, buuuut, can the kids go to school? Just having them sit around the house or maybe sometimes wander the town is..boring. And also makes me worry for their education. It be nice to see your child have their own schedule besides “ Wander town aimlessly”. Maybe they have dialogue based on school, and you have little events where you may have to deal with problems ( Kid got a bad grade and is upset, they got in trouble at school, they’re being picked on, etc ). Maybe they can bring friends home from school to play with! Really all I’m asking is not a repeat of Rune Factory 4′s kids. Please

Romance Wants Same-Sex Marriage It’s 2020. The newest Story of Seasons game as Same-Sex marriage in it, if I’m right. And you can kind of do it in Rune Factory 4 by changing Frey or Lest’s appearance to look like each other and then dating either a bachelor or bachelorette ( example, playing as Lest but changing into Frey, so Frey can date say Forte ). So why not? Just give us proper same-sex marriage, could open so many more possibilities for character interaction and so on. “But children chara-” There is something called adoption and after you and your romance option choice are married and want kids, you can adopt, problem solved on that.

Romance Option Events! Give us all the romance events! Pre-marriage, marriage, honeymoon, all of them! Just stuff that shows we are progressing with the romance, and then cute fluff stuff to show “Hey! There’s more to the marriage than just fluff and hugs” Although those are nice too.

Older Romance Options You know how in Rune Factory 4, everyone was kind of upset Bado wasn’t romanceable? Yea, can we not have that same mistake again? But in all seriousness, it would be nice to have older romance option, even if by older they are like late 20′s to early 30′s, it still would be nice for say players who are more in that age range and don’t want to marry 20 looking year old characters. 

Returning characters and romance?! You know how in RF: 3 and 4, you could build relationships with those characters and make them your buds? How about we romance some of them! Sure, I image it would a Yuu thing, and they would have to be traveling merchant, but in this case, it would be certain days you could find them and gift them stuff to romance them. But, you know, just a thought!

Hidden Options? Hidden Romance options! Romance options you didn’t expect. Maybe after doing a line of mission or requests, a new option comes to town. Maybe crawling through dungeons scores you a new love interests. Maybe dragons return and one turns into a human and you can know smooch their face, who knows! It would just be nice to have more hidden options, that a player wouldn’t know about until they did something, rewarding with a new character you could befriend or romance.

Okay, that is all for my wants. This is long as hell, I hope you have fun reading and it’s almost 5 am as I finish this.

[slo-liveblog]

Witch’s Heart Final Thoughts

Hellooo! It’s been a bit! I figured I’d go ahead and post that big ol’ thoughts and rambles post before I went ahead and started the Bonus Stage. I’ll probably be doing some similarly styled things in the future... anyways, I hope you’ve all been doing well, and don’t mind the long post! 

CHARACTERS

Claire: Oh my god. I would give my life for Claire in a heartbeat. I was honestly expecting to not care for her much, not that RPG maker games don’t have plenty of female protagonists I like but they’re almost exclusively children. On the adult side of things, not so much. I was expecting a mostly silent audience insert at best and an annoying, shallowly written protagonist at worst. Thankfully I was 100% wrong and ended up absolutely loving her and rooting for her all the way. I probably said at some point but she reminds me of Hiyoko Tohsaka, the protagonist from Hatoful Boyfriend... yes, the bird dating simulator, don’t even get me started. Maybe a little bit like Emma from The Promised Neverland, too. Pure of heart, dumb of ass female characters that could beat the shit out of anyone AND are incredibly compassionate and enjoyable to watch are just too damn rare. The ways in which she interacted with the other mains felt completely organic and I was never skeptical as to why she was spending time with them, which is something I tend to take issue with in games with a scenario/route structure. On the flip side, the reactions the mains had to her were completely understandable- as far as they were meant to be, anyway- and I found myself at least somewhat identifying with their thoughts on her. Like Leon, I too am in love with Claire. 

Ashe: Oh Ashe. Fuck Ashe. In terms of livening up any situation he’s in, for better or for worse, he’s an absolutely perfect abomination of nature. Every time he enters a scene I either laugh or am filled with pure, unfiltered rage, which I guess is a good sign. He’s definitely an excellent wild card that makes the experience better no matter what way you look at it. However.... in hindsight I think he might actually be the character we understand the least at this point, despite being the first person you meet and the first to get a scenario (if you play it in the order I did, anyway). Even Wiwardo, who’s silent 90% of the damn time, does have a pretty clear motivation. It seems likely that Ashe’s wish is to bring back his family, but not only do we not know anything about them or how they died, we also don’t have any context as to how Ashe became the sort of person he did. So it’s hard to really have a full grasp on him... I appreciate his character for what it is, but I’m not quite as enthusiastic about him as I am some of the others... yet.

Reynaldo: Reynaldo makes me want to start throwing things, in a good thing. I didn’t liveblog the beginning of the game, but I distinctly remember telling my friends he was my favorite initially- the bizarre name, the gun sprite that inexplicably makes me laugh, seems like just a sexi guy. I adore the reveal of what the curse/his wish was, and I think despite not knowing much about the particulars yet it says enough about why he is the way he is that it works perfectly even without the missing information. He’s a fascinating character and has a TON of the best moments in the game, for me personally anyway. My one major complaint would just be like... c’mon, I know he’s the stoic type but I would’ve liked just a liiiiittle bit more reaction from him in some of the bigger scenes, such as when Claire confronted Invective. Also I hate him and I’m gonna beat him up

Sirius: Baby boy. Baby. I want to hold his hand. He’s the character that I think is the easiest to understand at this point in the game, as his cards are almost all on the table. We’ve seen snippets of his childhood, gotten him to reveal pretty much all his thoughts and relevant knowledge to Claire, we’ve literally seen him go to hell, all the good stuff. Male tsunderes, at least ones that are still generally nice people like Sirius, are sooort of my weakness. There’s not a lot to say about him that I haven’t already said but he deserves the world.

Leon: BABY BOY. BABY. Okay, granted, I don’t... really care about Leon that much. Don’t get me wrong, I love him and nothing bad should ever happen to him ever again. But since he didn’t really get to be present in the other’s scenarios, I don’t feel as connected to him as I do the others. BUT with that said, now that the ball has finally dropped and his whole deal isn’t a secret anymore, at least not entirely, I’m hopeful that him not being around enough’ll be rectified by the bonus stage and final endings. He’s never done anything wrong in his entire life.

Charlotte: Charlotte’s in a weird place for me where I’m intrigued but not quite into her yet. I feel like we’ve only really scratched the surface, so I’m interested to see where she goes from here. She got so many interesting scenes like the one with Noel, Fiona, and Lime in her backstory that REALLY hit the mark for me. 

Zizel: Not a lot to say about Zizel, just that her interactions with Claire were absolutely adorable no matter how morbid the context. Love her.

Lime: Lime.... oh boy. I have some. Emotions. About Lime. She definitely seemed like the most one-note out of the demons when she first appeared, just sort of a cutesy masochist anime girl, but wow. I love her relationship with Charlotte and her fascination with Leon is really interesting. I kind of hope going forward that she develops more of a relationship with Claire? I dunno, feels like there’s just some untapped potential there, with Claire being as empathetic as she is and Lime being... as confused about emotions as she is.

Rouge: Again, not a ton to say about her, but her relationship with Leon ended up being way more interesting and heart-wrenching than I expected despite how little we saw of it. I appreciate that she really does care. 

Overall & Final Score The characters were fucking fantastic. My only complaint is that I haven’t seen enough of them yet. 9/10

STORY

Ashe’s Route: My least favorite route, I think, though that’s not to say I didn’t enjoy it. It does have the advantage of being completely new (if you played it first like I did) and Claire and Ashe’s relationship was so fucking cute and entertaining to watch. It does really feel like an introductory route though- it was mostly setup, which isn’t bad. Just not as gripping as the other routes. And the ending is... a little anticlimactic, considering you can see Ashe’s murderous tendencies coming a mile away. But there’s nothing in particular I think I would change, solid but not incredible.

Wiwardo’s Route: My second favorite route, which... I have a feeling will be an unpopular opinion. I dunno, I just really enjoyed it from start to finish. The partner swapping was hilarious and did a lot to flesh out the dynamics between the characters, Invective was really fun and fleshed out Claire’s personality as well as a lot of demon lore, and I think Reynaldo’s conclusion might be my favorite in the whole game. I was really questioning where any of it was going towards the end, it definitely had me on the edge of my seat. The main complaint I have about it though is that we... don’t actually see that much of Reynaldo. Like, at all. I mean, he’s THERE, but as I mentioned prior he doesn’t... react to much. Of course he doesn’t need to be overly emotional, that’s just not in his nature, but a few more moments where he actually had any sort of stake in what was going on might’ve been nice. The majority of the scenes he’s in prior to the boss battle hardly get any dialogue out of him at all. But like I said, the ending really made it worth it. Fighting Ashe was probably THE most cathartic boss battle in the game and the realization about what Reynaldo was going to do moments before it happened gave me chills. 

Sirius’s Route: My favorite! Love my boy!! God Sirius’s route was incredible. Definitely the one that was the most consistently gripping. Exploring hell was such a cool way to make the route continue after Claire’s death and Sirius’s character development was top notch. It really felt like we were finally getting some answers, too, which was satisfying. I will say, despite being my favorite, it probably has the weakest actual conclusion. Like, the confrontation with the monster made me Feel Things, but since we don’t actually know who or what it is there’s not really as much weight as the other routes that end with Claire’s death. Still, the juicy plot revelations and character development more than made up for it.

Leon’s Route: It may not be one of my favorites but this shit fucked me up. Definitely elicited the most tears, the whole goddamn thing’s miserable. Leon’s route feels slightly lacking in the charm department for me, which probably sounds weird but... I guess it’s cause the whole thing is so laser focused on Claire. Like, obviously Leon is primarily concerned with her, so it feels like there’s less emotional or interesting moments with everyone else and the ones that ARE there aren’t as impactful as they could be since, y’know, he’s really only here for her. But that’s mostly just a personal preference and since that was the whole point I can’t really complain. Leon’s relationship with Claire was wonderfully executed and I really appreciate this poor boy. 

Torch Backstories: Like. They didn’t HAVE to add all this stuff in but they sure did and wow does it pack a punch. I was always super excited to see the next one after finishing a scenario. I do wish we had a little more variety instead of half of them being Lime though, as much as I adore her character.

Overall & Final Score My only real issue with the story is, again, I haven’t seen enough of it yet, and that it sliiightly dragged in some places. Plus there were some small elements I took issue with, like the use of the ??? character, but nothing major. 9/10 

GAMEPLAY

Fighting: No major complaints with the fighting mechanics, it was actually a really nice change of pace since most RPG maker games I’ve played don’t have battles. I do wish Leon had something a little different to set him apart from Claire, since he essentially has the exact same fighting style, albeit with a knife this time. 

Demon Requests: This was a mixed bag. I liked the concept, especially how it wraps in a little bit of lore and everything. But some of the requests, like the ones that involved fishing, were just tedious. I probably would’ve preferred if demon requests were either just a liiiiittle less frequent or had more lore sprinkled in to keep me interested. 

Scenario Mechanics & New Items: The whole idea of the scenarios is... good, but not flawless. I think giving the option of doing Reynaldo’s scenario first probably wouldn’t work very well and giving the illusion of choice only for it to just be which of the two you play first is a little redundant. But that aside, I really love the way they’re strung together with the hell room and all the things you can do there. Setting up a routine in this kind of game was a really good idea. I also looooved the new items you get each scenario, the lighter doesn’t do much but the wand and broom really feel like they broaden your horizons. 

Gift Giving & Minigames: Not super into the affection system to be honest. Like, the plushies are super cute, but the gifts and minigames feel pointless and tedious. I would’ve liked if there was some sort of scene, or even multiple, per character that you get when you max their affection, you know? Obviously this is a small complaint considering the absurd amount of content in the game but I was a little disappointed by how underwhelming the gift giving was. 

Other Puzzles I didn’t take issue with any particular puzzle, they were all reasonably easy and fun to do. I really enjoyed the majority of them and if I didn’t they were either over quickly or optional, such as Ashe’s damn slider puzzle.

Overall, Final Score The gameplay isn’t anything crazy, but it does what it’s meant to do. 6/10

ART & SOUND

Character Design: I don’t have a ton to say about the designs, I think they’re all really effective and well thought out, especially for the demons. No two characters look too similar despite the simplistic art style making it very easy for that to happen, and I thoroughly enjoy everyone’s outfits. 

Sprites and BGs: There are a few wonky sprites here and there but for an RPG maker game I was pleasantly surprised by their overall quality. And ability to make me feel things. And quantity! Like damn, there’s so many sprites for each character, I never feel like I’m seeing too much of the same one. 

OST and Sound Effects: I know none of the songs were composed for the game itself, which is common in these sorts of games, but the selection was excellent regardless. I still listen to the soundtrack a lot just for fun. The sound effects are really cute too, no complaints there either. 

Overall, Final Score It’s crude at times, but the art and music is perfect for what it wants to be and elicits a hell of a lot of emotion. 7/10

I adore this game and I can’t WAIT to start Bonus Stage!

[venomlion3]

UPDATE 9/18/19 - Updated Bill’s ref to include streaks of gray hair!!

Here’s my new designs for the Losers Club based on their 2017/2019 movie versions!! Each ref comes with a kid/adult version of each Loser, a paw with their blood pact scar on it and additional refs for certain Losers (Stan’s bandages/scars, Ben’s ‘H’ scar, Bev’s long hair and Eddie’s cast)

You can see their old refs here https://www.deviantart.com/venomlion3/gallery/64416621/it

More details (aka ramblings) under the cut!

Bill Denbrough

I like Bill! His relationship with Georgie is very sweet and as I mention in his old ref I probably would've done exactly what he did if it meant I could find my sibling (and as an only child who could've had a younger brother I really feel for him,,,,). He also looks like such a dad in the 2019 movie and that's great

In IT Venomverse (yes that's a thing now if you haven't checked out my status update) he's married to Mike and Stan, and together they have 3 kids;  Harper Denbrough (BillXStan), Noel Hanlon (MikeXBill) and Eileen Uris (MikeXStan)

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Mike Hanlon

Mike is such a good character,,,,I love his relationship with his dad in the book and he's just a great guy in general. I would've loved to see more of him in Chapter 1 (I do wish he was the history nerd instead of Ben but hey I can headcanon that they're history nerds together) but I did enjoy the scenes he was in. I still don't know how to feel about him being a substance abuser in Chapter 2 but if that's how he figures out the Ritual of Chüd I guess it works??? Idk I'm just happy to see Mike get more screen time in general he deserves it In IT Venomverse he's married to Bill and Stan, and together they have 3 kids; Harper Denbrough (BillXStan), Noel Hanlon (MikeXBill) and Eileen Uris (MikeXStan)

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Stan Uris

I decided to give his adult design the scars just because I thought it'd look cool? Also his adult design is spooked since he's the only Loser that doesn't come back to Derry and I wanted to hint at that (it's a good thing the Featurette came out when it did cause it gave us a clearer reference of adult Stan after he gets the phone call and I needed that for this ref) I really like Stan! His dry sarcasm is funny and idk I just find him interesting. Also, that scene at the end of the movie where he says he hates Bill but then breaks out into laughter??? That was really cute. It's gonna be hard watching his death in Chapter 2 ;;; In IT Venomverse he's married to Bill and Mike, and together they have 3 kids; Harper Denbrough (BillXStan), Noel Hanlon (MikeXBill) and Eileen Uris (MikeXStan)

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Ben Hanscom

God Ben.......I love Ben. He's such a sweetheart and he loves Bev so much it makes my heart swell!!!!! I've been rereading the IT book in the hopes I'll have it finished before I go see Chapter 2 and there's a part where he whispers 'Beverly Hanscom' a few times and blushes super hard and I just???? Ben you are a treasure I can't wait for more Benverly moments in Chapter 2,,,, I know they get married and Bev gets pregnant after they defeat IT in the Miniseries and they leave Derry together in the book so that's awesome In IT Venomverse he and Beverly are married with 2 kids; Cosette Hanscom and Toby Marsh

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Beverly Marsh

Although I love all the Losers equally Bev always had a special place in my heart. Her relationship with the other Losers is very sweet and I just think she's rad. Also, her relationship with Ben is so cute????? Whenever I rewatch the scenes where she gets his poem or signs his yearbook I get teary-eyed, and just having her find the poem again in the first teaser trailer got me emotional all over again,,,, I can't wait to see her interactions with Ben in Chapter 2 and I ALSO can't wait to see her beat the shit out of her abusive husband yet again???? Iconic In IT Venomverse she and Ben are married with 2 kids; Cosette Hanscom and Toby Marsh

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Richie Tozier

God ok,,,,,,I know I mention in Eddie's ref that his death is gonna make me cry but Richie's reaction to the whole thing for sure WILL kill me. The Featurette made me sad because seeing Richie being so desperate that Mike AND Ben had to hold him back is just. Jesus. I already know my ass is gonna be crying in the theater because just THINKING about the Losers makes me tear up for no reason at all so when I see a sobbing Richie and a dying Eddie desperately clinging to each other and Richie having a breakdown over his death on the big screen I'll be a gotdamn mess!!!! IT Venomverse is honestly just gonna be a way for me to cope after I watch it. I still can't believe I didn't catch them throwing in Eddie's death scene in the trailer until I watched it a few times,,,, ANDY YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME ANYWAYS I love that Richie is still wearing funky patterned shirts even as an adult. He's my fashion icon and I love it,,,,whenever I wear a shirt that makes me feel like a gay dad at a BBQ I thank Richie for being my muse In IT Venomverse he and Eddie are married with 2 kids; Gwen Kaspbrak and Seth Tozier (yes, Seth's name is a reference to Seth Green who played young Richie in the Miniseries!)

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Eddie Kaspbrak

* I gave him central heterochromia because I gave him blue eyes based on what he has in the book but he has brown eyes in the movie so I just said fuck it and used both :3c Oh god Eddie............Eds..........Spaghetti Man..........I'm not ready for Chapter 2 SPECIFICALLY because of what's gonna happen to him. I love Eddie and I know for sure his death is gonna break me. Moving away from that emotional hell, I'm really happy with the casting they did for Adult!Eddie!! The adult Losers are on point anyways but Eddie's is like WOW. On another side note, Miniseries Adult!Eddie is a cutie and I love him so much In IT Venomverse he and Richie are married with 2 kids; Gwen Kaspbrak and Seth Tozier

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[ko-fanatic]

To Be A Princess: Sleeping Beauty Awakes (part two)

Rating: Teen and up

Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club, Princess Jellyfish AU (sort of)

Character(s): Kyoya Ootori, Haruhi Fujioka, Tamaki Suoh

Pairing(s): (Eventual) KyoHaru, Past TamaHaru

Trigger Warnings: None

Summary: Haruhi had done a lot of dumb things for cute girls, but this really topped all of them.

Other parts in this series: Part one

Taking care of a living animal was a big responsibility that should be thought out thoroughly. It shouldn’t be rushed into, and there were a lot of variables to consider – especially if you had a roommate, who in turn had a big, dumb animal of his own. After all, Antoinette was about as well-trained as her owner, which was to say not very. It didn’t help that Haruhi liked to plan things out ahead of time and wasn’t someone who appreciated reckless spontaneity.

So why the hell did she suggest keeping the cat at her shared apartment? Perhaps it was the way that the girl she didn’t even know was so honestly… saddened by the whole thing. Haruhi liked to think she was strong and didn’t let others’ emotions sway her, but Tamaki’s puppy dog eyes had been successful far too many times for her to truly believe that anymore.

It didn’t help that the girl was so stupidly adorable. Tall, much taller than she was, but it didn’t seem to stop her from dressing like… that. All pink bows and white lace, so oddly young and adorable, even if it should be overwhelmingly saccharine. She could only focus on the tremble of her dew-glossed lower lip and the long eyelashes that hid behind her sunglasses. Fuck, she was gay for those sorts of girls. Innocent and sweet.

However, the answer definitely wasn’t to take in a cat! She didn’t have the first clue of how to deal with a kitten, especially one who was sick. The vet gave her and the girl some advice, of course, but she certainly wasn’t an expert. At least there was google, right? Still, she couldn’t get over the girl’s quiet shushes and coos as the kitten mewled, holding it so gently.

The worst thing was that, after the vet visit was over with and the girl – people just call me Kyo – was about twenty thousand yen out of pocket, she took her to the apartment she shared with her idiot friend. A stranger. Not only that, but she ended up falling asleep before Kyo left, the girl so enamoured with the little kitten – what do you think of calling her Noir? – that she just let her keep playing with the cat until all too late at night. In her bedroom.

She groaned, realising what a gay dumbass she was. A good sign, however, was the soft snores that seemed to emanate from the small pile of blankets and pillows on the floor. Noir had sat herself on top of the little nest rather happily, but the noises were definitely human.

That was when her eyes strayed to the dress that was hung over the back of her desk chair, and her face instantly flushed. Of course, Kyo would never be able to sleep in that dress, but still. She didn’t expect that, even if she was just even more pissed at herself for not even thinking about it for a second. Like she apparently didn’t think a single thing through the previous day.

Noir leaped off the bundle of blankets, the bell on her new collar tinkling lightly, and it seemed Kyo was awake now. Not only that, but Haruhi was just staring at her like a creep. She decided to scoop the cat up in her arms, at least appearing to look preoccupied with something else, but another surprise was piled on top of the large pile already forming on her shoulders.

Kyo sat up, the blankets pooling at their waist, and Haruhi was stunned. Now she looked, she could see the blonde wig carefully laid out on her desk, and Kyo’s was black and cropped short. Not only that, but there was something… distinctly masculine about their torso. Completely flat, the barest hint of their ribcage through their skin, and she couldn’t stop staring.

All Kyo seemed to do was blink slowly, lazily, obviously still half asleep. It didn’t seem to clink, rubbing the sleep from their eyes and yawning. Haruhi couldn’t take her eyes off them, surprised speechless, and when Kyo’s eyes met her own it all seemed to connect in their mind.

They gasped, pulling the blanket up to their chin, their eyes wide and terrified. Like Haruhi was in some way a threat.

“I…” They started but didn’t finish. After all, Haruhi didn’t know what to say, and she was basically a bystander to this. She wasn’t the half-naked one in this situation, “I should… go get dressed. Excuse me.”

They pushed themselves up from the floor, about to snatch the dress up once more when the next contrived, awful coincidence burst through the door, warbling her name at the top of his lungs and carrying a tray of breakfast. Tamaki stopped dead, however, when confronted with Kyo in their underwear, hair mussed, and turned an almost comedic shade of red. Of all days for him not to have the morning shift, why this one?!

“Oh! Uh, sorry! I didn’t know Haruhi had someone in bed- Over! I mean over!” Tamaki babbled, arms waving dramatically, “I’m just her roommate! Nothing going on between us, dude. I mean, we used to go out but that didn’t work out… I’m nothing to worry about though! I’ve got a girlfriend!”

When he finally stopped talking, leaving the room in awkward silence, Haruhi was ready to strangle him. Normal people don’t spill like that to total strangers, although Tamaki never handled embarrassment well. At all. Kyo seemed incredibly embarrassed as well, a flush forming on their face that could rival Tamaki’s, although that was probably partially due to how pale they were…

“Tamaki, thanks for making breakfast, but can you…” She made a vague shooing gesture with her hand, and Tamaki instantly nodded in understanding, all but sprinting out of her room and slamming the door behind him. She let out a sigh, turning away from Kyo so they could pull the dress on once more without a stranger staring at their nearly-naked body, “Sorry about him. When he gets nervous, he just keeps talking. In fact, he never seems to shut up, if I’m honest.”

“Oh, it’s… It’s fine,” Kyo answered almost breathlessly, sounding a little flustered, “I’m clothed now, so you don’t have to keep looking away. Thank you for that, anyway… Sorry, this is awkward, and I’m just running my mouth now too – maybe it’s contagious.”

She chuckled, turning to look at Kyo once more and giving them a smirk. Noir also seemed to have had enough of her company, as she jumped off her lap to go pester her actual owner.

“So… Considering we have a cat together, can I ask your full name? Pronouns?” She inquired, hoping that she looked the slightest bit encouraging and open, not wanting to scare them off. After all, if she had to look after the cat, she’d rather know a little more about this person.

“Kyoya. Kyoya Ootori,” They began, shoulders tense and curling in on themselves a little more, “You don’t have to pretend you didn’t see… Didn’t notice I’m a boy. Man.”

“A body’s just a body,” She shrugged, cutting him off before he could work himself up anymore, “You can’t tell from that, especially as that wasn’t really your choice. I mean, my dad presents as a girl more often than not, but he still likes masculine pronouns? So, you do you.”

Kyoya scooped the cat up, holding her close to his chest. Not like a toy, not how Tamaki would pick Antoinette up as he baby talked her, but it also had the same sort of energy as a child hugging a stuffed toy in search of comfort. Their lips brushed the cat’s soft, black fur as they thought on what she said, turning it over in their mind.

“I just go for the masculine,” He stated after a moment or two, his tone brusque and almost as if he was trying to convince himself. Still, she’d go along with it if that’s what he was most comfortable with – far be it for her to comment, “So, uh. Your ex-boyfriend lives with you, huh?”

“You aren’t that great at small talk, are you?” She teased, “It’s not as awkward as it sounds, honestly. He’s a good guy. I love him as a friend, but I don’t think I was in love with him, you know?”

Kyoya nodded, perching on the edge of the desk. A silence fell between them like a blanket of snow, soft yet cold, and Haruhi wasn’t sure what to say. She could see that Kyoya was thinking, too stuck in his head to really talk to her, and she wondered if he was always like that. Was he an introvert, or was it the odd situation they’d managed to stumble into? Not that it mattered either way, but he seemed different to how he was yesterday.

“Your roommate saw me, and I don’t have any other clothes,” He groaned all of a sudden, face hiding in Noel’s fur. She furrowed her brows, trying to think why that would be an issue, but almost slapped herself when she realised what he meant. The dress. He was self-conscious about dressing that way in front of a relative stranger who knew he was biologically male.

“Well, Tamaki wouldn’t care,” She tried to assure, gaze following him as he wondered around the room, seeming to scan and catalogue every inch as he pulled the wig back on his head, “He’s a good guy, I promise. He wouldn’t be a jerk about that stuff…”

It seemed to fall on deaf ears, however, as next thing she knew the odd boy opened the window, climbing out onto the old, rickety fire escape. She just gaped after him for a moment, too shocked to say anything as that poofy skirt was squeezed through the gap in the window.

“Are you crazy?!” She demanded, rushing towards the window, “That thing’s rusted through, you’re gonna fall! Just use the door like a normal person!”

He kept climbing down, ignoring her for the moment. She had to admire how dexterous he was, climbing down those thin ladders without tripping or tearing the elaborate dress. It was quick, too; like he was afraid to be caught, which she supposed made sense. It barely took any time before his feet were back on the ground, and he was smirking up to her.

“I do this all the time,” He called up to her, waving before he turned his back, disappearing out into the main street. Not for the first time that day, a single thought was on her mind.

What the hell did I get myself into?

[sweetblink]

Heart Like Yours. (1)

Prologue , (2) , (3) , (4) , (5) , (6) , (7) , (8) , (9)

Chapter 1. 

Night time had fallen, and Amethyst just pulled her hoodie stringer tighter, and hummed along to her music, as she walked towards the South Side of Riverdale.

She knew that walking at this time of night was a bad idea, but she had no ride, and it was the best she can do since she had no one to contact. She looked around the town that she saw only once, before being taken away by her mother after leaving her father. She couldn’t help but let out a small shiver, as she noticed how eerie it looked.

The music on her phone changed and she smiled widely when she heard the voice of Williamette Stone singing Heart Like Yours. She so focused on learning the lyrics of the song, that she didn’t hear the rumbles of a truck.

It wasn’t until the loud honking, that made her jump and shriek in fright, that brought her back to reality. She turned around and found a raven hair boy laughing at her. She ripped off her headphones and glared at him.

“What the hell, man?” Amethyst snapped, as she tried to control herself.

“I would say the exact same thing to you.” the dude replied. Amethyst just rolled her eyes and continued to walk. “Hey, where are you going, maybe I can give you a ride?”

“Mi Papa, taught me to never talk to strangers, and to never accept rides from them either.” Amethyst replied, smirking at him.

She noticed him roll his eyes, and she smirked. He turned to her, and smirked. “Names Sweet Pea, princess.”

“Sweet Pea? Now what kind of name is that?” Amethyst teased.

Amethyst watched as he glared and sigh in annoyance. “Look, just get in the truck, the streets ain’t safe, and there’s a psycho killer on the loose on your side of the town.”

“My side of the town?” Amethyst asked confused. “Exactly where do you think I’m from?”

“I never seen you around in Southside, so my guess is Northside.” Sweet Pea told her.

Amethyst just rolled her eyes. “Reason you never seen me around Sweet Papas, is because I just arrived in town, I’m heading to my father’s place.”

“It’s Pea, and well, who’s your dad?” he asked as he got off this truck. He walked up to her, and Amethyst had to step back to look up at him.

“No freakin way, what are you? A freakin giant?” Amethyst asked, staring at him fully now.

She noticed him wearing dark washed jeans, worn out combat shoes, checkered plaid shirt, and a dark black leather jacket. She noticed him smirking, as she continued to check him out, she noticed all the rings, and the dog tags around his neck, but what caught her attention was the tattoo on his neck.

“And what are you? An elf?” Sweet Pea teased back.

Amethyst just smirked. “Celoso?” she asked.

SP frowned in confusion. “What?”  he asked. Amethyst just rolled her eyes.

“It means jealous. Going back to your question, my papa is Jose Hernandez, he’s from Southside, and works in a auto shop.” Amethyst replied.

Sweet Pea looked at her shocked. “You’re kidding right?” he asked.

“No, my father is Saint Noel.” Amethyst replied sarcastically. “Of course I’m not kidding, where else am I supposed to come from?”

“I just, I never heard of him talking about him having kids.” SP replied.

“Yeah, well blame that on my mother, she just snuck us out one night, and never looked back.” Amethyst sneered, glaring at him.

Sweet Pea just scratched the back of his head, and sighed. “I know where you dad is, in fact I’m actually heading over to his place, he has my bike in his shop.”

Amethyst perked up at his response. “So about that ride?” she asked.

Sweet Pea smirked, and nodded to his truck. “Get in short stuff.”

Amethyst smiled and walked towards the driver’s seat. She noticed his confusion and smirked. “The truck is pretty tall, I need help getting up.”

Sweet Pea just let out a chuckle and grabbed her waist and lifted her up. He waited as she scooted over, and then got on himself. “So I never got your name.”

“That’s because I haven’t given it to you.” Amethyst remarked.

“Well you’re in my truck, for all I know you could be some crazy girl trying to knock me out cold and kidnap me.” Sweet Pea teased.

Amethyst just smiled and turned to him. “Well what if I am, what are you going to do about it?” Sweet Peas froze and she bursted out laughing. “Oh por Dios. I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I’m Amethyst.”

“Like the birthstone?” he asked her.

Amethyst nodded. “Yeah.” she replied, as she looked out the window.

“I’m guessing your dad named you?” Sweet Pea asked.

Amethyst turned to him and shook her head. “No, my older brother did, my dad gave me my middle name, Rose.”

“Well that’s interesting, usually it’s the dad’s that name their child.” Sweet Pea told her.

Amethyst just let out a chuckle. “Well I’ve been told that there was an argument when it came to naming rights. My brother wanted to name me Amethyst, because it’s my birthstone color, and it’s the color of the gem he got for me when I was born, and my dad wanted to name me Rose, it resulted my brother being angry at my dad, and not talking to him for a week. I guess Papa caved in, and combined both the names to Amethyst Rose.”

“That’s a cute story.” Sweet Pea said. Amethyst just chuckled and nodded. “And where’s your brother now?”

Amethyst tensed up, and turned to him. “So Sweet Pea is your name huh? Is that your actual name or a nickname?” she asked, smiling.

He turned to her, and then looked back forward, confused to why she suddenly changed topic. “Believe  

it or not, it’s my name.” he replied.

Amethyst just nodded and smiled as she looked out the window, she looked down at her phone and quickly popped back one earphone into her ear, and listen to the song she had on repeat. She smiled and started to hum.

“Watcha humming there crazy.” Sweet Pea interrupted.

Amethyst looked up. “Oh I’m learning this song.”

“You sing?” Pea asked, making a turn to the familiar roads of the auto shop and the house.

“Occasionally.”

Sweet Pea just nodded, and halted the truck. “Well, we’re here.” he said.

Amethyst looked up and out the window, she let out a breathe she was holding and she suddenly felt nervous. She hasn’t seen her father since she was five years old, and never kept in contact with him, because her mom didn’t let her. She didn’t know if he was going to welcome her back or he was just going to leave her.

Sweet Pea noticed her nervousness, and turned to her. “Hey, everything’s going to be alright. C'mon let’s go.” he said, holding out his hand.

Amethyst just stared at him and nodded, and accepted his hand as he helped her get off.

“Sweet Pea is that you boy?” a rough voice asked. Amethyst’s breath hitched and she was so glad that the hoodie was hiding her.

“Yeah, Jose. I found a little someone along the way.” Sweet Pea replied teasing.

Amethyst heard him grunt, and walked further away from them and then she felt Sweet Pea pulling her to him. “What took you so long son.”

“Serpent business.” Sweet Pea replied. Amethyst tighten her grip and Sweet Pea looked down at her and then back at Jose. “I actually wanted to ask, if you had a family?”

Amethyst could hear the footsteps stop. “Who’s asking?” he snarled.

Amethyst felt her self get tense, and tears pooled in her eyes, but she didn’t dare to cry. She heard Sweet Pea sigh, and pushed her towards him, Amethyst let out a startled shriek, and fell into the older man’s arms.

“What the hell is wrong with you boy-” But Jose stopped scolding the kid, because the second he looked down at the teen, he recognized her.

“Rosie?” Jose whispered out.

Amethyst looked up at him and nodded. “Papi.” she whispered.

“Oh mija. Is it really you?” Jose asked, as he crushed her in the tightest hug.

Amethyst just giggled and nodded, hugging her father back. “It’s me papi, I’m home. I’m really here.”

Jose just let out a laugh and picked her up and twirled her around. Amethyst just giggled and inhaled his scent that she missed so much.

“I’m home.” Amethyst said for one last time, smiling gratefully at the tall Serpent in front of her.

Sweet Pea smiled, and he nodded, he decided it was his time to take off and that’s what he did, neither Amethyst or her dad noticed him leave.

*****************

Amethyst looked around her old house, and she just smiled, remembering bits of her childhood here.

“You know, I never believe that your mama would actually take you guys away, I always thought she was bluffing, I came back home one night, and all your stuff was gone.” her father began to say. Amethyst turned to him and she saw tears in his eyes. “It felt like I lost the biggest part of myself when she took you guys away from me. I didn’t care if your mother hated me, I just wanted to spent time with my kids.”

Amethyst just pulled her hood off, and walked up to him and hugged him. “I missed you so much Papa, I didn’t know what was going on, all I remember is Carlos yelling at my mother, and then us leaving.” she cried out.

Jose just hugged his daughter closely to him and rubbed her back, kissing her hair, he smiled a little when he saw it was purple, but it seemed so fitting to her because of her name. He pulled back and smiled.

“And your brother, Carlos? Where is he?” Jose asked her eagerly.

Amethyst just fought to keep her smile. “He enlisted in the Air Force after he graduated. He’s been deployed to Germany about two years now.” she replied, clutching the dog tags, and the heart shaped gem.

Jose nodded, and sighed out. “How’s your mother?” he asked.

Amethyst whole expression changed, her smile fell and was replaced by a snarl. “Out being a homewrecker.”

Jose just chuckled at her, and sighed. “Ay mija, que vamos hacer con tu madre?” Oh honey, what are we going to do with your mother?

Amethyst shrugged. “Noting, let her ruin her life, she’s ruined mine.” she replied, rolling her eyes. “The only reason why Carlos enlisted in the Air Force because he wanted to leave, he apologized to me because he felt guilty he was abandoning me”

“Why didn’t you just run away earlier?” Jose asked her.

Amethyst just shrugged. “She kept promising she was going to be better, but that was just a lie, a few days ago I had to fight off an angry woman, because mom slept with her husband. And she was drunk, so I just packed the little things I had, and left.”

Amethyst just snuggled closer to her father and relaxed in her father’s embrace. She felt his lips on her hair again, as she closed her eyes. “Duerme. Tomorrow is a new day, and I’ll show you around.”

With that being said Amethyst relaxed and fell asleep, with the thought if she was going to bump into Sweet Pea the next.

[autumn-in-phandom]

“Did Dan get TOO TAN?”

(Sept 19th 2017 Dan liveshow timestamps)  

0:03 After an awkward pause and salute: “Hello cyber friends” (instant regret and reflection)

0:29 (Dear god, don’t grab your laptop by the screen like that Dan.)

0:44 Grimace #1

1:06 No Dan, you do not look *atol* different. That tweet, title and pic are all just clickbait.

1:10 (Bronze my ass.)

1:19 Hitting us with that meme.

1:25 (Didn’t need to be in your face thanks. Teasing angles?)

1:36 “Never say Trumpy ever again, in any circumstance.”

1:45 Lovely pores and freckles.

2:00 Obviously everyone subscribes to YouTubers for their freckle content.

2:30 Livestreams are “a mistake” because of the chat clinging on to one thing and spamming it.

2:40 No probing or questioning at airport, big grin.

3:01 “The broadband is terrible but the 4G is great.” Okay…

3:17 “The toasty Dan experience”, orangish filter.

3:26 Double rhyme: “I guess that’s a rhyme, yeah that’s fine” (okay it’s a slant rhyme)

3:47 “Buttered crumpet Daniel.”

4:02 “Went to an island in the Mediterranean.” (This is exactly the answer I expected and quite frankly the only one he should give.)

4:09 “Literally did nothing for about six days, it was great.”

4:15 ‘I am Pilgrim’ book recommended by his mum.

4:30 Tricked into reading 900 page book.

5:00 Holiday was incredibly relaxing.

5:10 “Ordeal” getting there, delayed flight, three hours “traumatizing”

5:22 “Haha long boye” “literally, shins driving into my chest, bleeding” alright hyperbolic humor Dan. “Tough.”

5:38 “Violated” on flight by guy’s elbows, “no respect for personal space”, “fully leaning into me”, “didn’t even care”, “honestly an icon for all of us.” (Was it Phil?)

6:03 3 am, old driver, mini bus, cliff roads, did pre-ritual preparing for death.

7:00 “So much yogurt”, doesn’t know why.

7:05 “Assaggetti” tweet, we can shame him, “has the worst sense of humor in the world”, check it out and unsubscribe, doesn’t remember the language (Italian), apologizes, “constantly problematic”.

7:55 “Got that D from the S up above” (vitamin D, or Phil…)

8:16 Phil came on the holiday in case anyone didn’t know.

8:18 “He went from like glass to pale ivory, which is good”, “Phil is someome who erupts in freckles whenever he goes outside, so it’s hard to tell if he tans or if your eyes are just kinda like drawing the dots between the space all the freckles are, if you know what I’m saying.” (Wow, I… I’d like to think you mean what I know, but I’m not sure. Wow.)

8:37 Someone in the chat: “Nice Ursa Major on that cheek boy”. Turn, pose, laugh.

8:41 “The Bigger Dipper of my self esteem.”

8:53 Good day: watched Bake Off and answered emails, “thrilling”.

9:13 Tumblr likes, fan art, “beautiful to celebrate the great people.”

9:43 “The internet is not here”, laughs, sighs, apologizes.

9:55 Some peer pressure advice.

10:25 Had to check what his video title is.

10:35 I don’t know why he bothers to ask if we watched either.

10:55 Accept that he does things by his British calendar.

11:11 Why he didn’t he talk about uni stories when it was happening. Ashamed? Yeah, processing turmoil at the time.

11:55 Now shares traumatizing, terrifying, shameful, embarrassing stories straight away.

12:15 Rowing club guy AU… (not what I was thinking)

12:46 Laundry story: Phil was nice, Dan didn’t ask, *literally* ordered a cab, turned up with suitcase, Phil assumed he dropped out and was moving in, “I’ve had a day and I’m going to wash my socks in your washing machine.”

13:13 “If you struggle to function as a person-” (I really wish he had finished this sentence)

13:15 Asda sponsor for crying in the cheese aisle?

13:23 Pasta burn shaming (were you just never in the kitchen with your mum Dan?)

13:36 Dropping laptop so much recently.

14:00 Never taught cooking, laundry, accounting.

14:18 “No one told me shit!” (in Dan’s face again).

14:33 “What happens when I’m 23?! How do I do a tax?!”

14:54 It was ravioli (pretty sure the instructions mentioned water Dan…)

15:15 Thick as in stupid, not thicc fat booty.

15:30 “Look Fatima, we all have different life experiences, okay?” (lol)

15:36 “Ravioli ravioli, give me the death I deserveioli.” Relates.

15:45 Rihanna livestream, forehead fetishist? Wouldn’t mind if anyone leaves for that.  

16:08 Not up on BTS, DNA.

16:33 Shames Eden for “let me see that pastussy” comment, “leave.”

16:45 “Love on the Brain”. He really loves Rihanna, amazing, blessing, doesn’t give a shit, casual, informal, etc. “Bitch Better Have My Money.”

17:25 Is sure BTS video with be “pure and beautiful”, expects “softly applied eyeshadow and very fluffy hair”, he’s sure he’ll enjoy.

17:38 Maybe new gaming video/livestream tomorrow.

17:45 Overcooked, ironic kitchen fire, foreshadowing.

18:08 Wasn’t sure if he should get into Chinese guy story again, but he has to.

18:13 Deep breath: “It was 4 am, I’d been you know, well hydrated that evening, but I decided I needed another drink” go into the kitchen, everyone else was asleep, guy had a whole chicken, with neck and feet, fine but surprising, tiniest pair of white y-fronts, hacked head off and made eye contact, just couldn’t, usually would awaken some kink in him…

19:39 Pool pic, shout out to friend, no consent, relaxing, absorbing sun like a lizard, *basking*, fell asleep, lucky it was a pool and he didn’t drift out to sea, sun stroke vid reference, “the bad tan”.

21:08 People saying “trying to be cute”, the double chins (really?!)

21:21 The least Dan-like photo.

21:33 Thought it would ruin his Instagram aesthetic.

22:10 Lack of other content: relaxing, reading,

22:24 Took a couple other photos, sunset selfie, “no one’s going to take a photo of me” (what the hell happened to your personal photographer?) but then people came (please post, please!)

23:40 Bake off is his life, “Noel Feilding is a national treasure”, caramel was torture while hungry, faves are Liam and not!Val (what did he whisper about Liam? Really wanted him to be…?)

24:30 *Maybe* Halloween Baking, they don’t think that far ahead about anything.

24:48 Phil’s role in Dan’s video, mugging scene took nine takes, afraid to punch him. Outtakes please!

26:03 (grimace #2) “Hello Grandma, my name is Daniel, I’m a wholesome person, that’s a very great influence”

26:16 Wachowski films

26:23 Dan floating in donut plushies would be very challenging.

26:33 Dan flips a bit at the idea that’s it’s weird to like people who don’t know who you are. Uses Ed Sheeran as example.

26:55 Scrolls past person who said they feel better when they have a dream about Dan and Phil.

27:17 Cared more about YouTube than university socializing and class, Pom Bear Massacre reference, made Tumblr account.

29:09 Chapped lips, season changed the moment he stepped off the plane.

29:42 “Okay Universe, I know I can be a bit of a downer, sometimes.”

29:51 Haley Barry Storm powers

30:08 Yes the furry blanket comes out, polyester, sad pimp, Marks & Spencer.

31:06 Ready for everything seasonal, autumnal Yankee Candle range, not haute, but fun themes.

31:31 Frisbee laptop across the room on to the bed, missed.

31:46 Candle haul, yes it is content we need right now!

32:26 Furry invasion on Splatoon, scaley, yiffing proposition, “this is a family game”, not shaming just concerned for kids, though it is hentai-esque…

33:27 Sonic: 2010 reminiscing, formatting of boxes.

34:04 Was stupid side kick, Phil being good, Dan trying to be helpful, actual just a cheerleader, Phil was disgusting, doesn’t know if Phil even knew what he was saying (of course he did).

34:38 Didn’t know uni vid was trending

34:52 Reflection (I think that’s the piano nook)

35:00 Weird because of swearing, someone at YT didn’t watch the vid, “Ah, keep doing that, don’t watch my videos, just know that I’m a good person…”

35:25 “I make great friendly content.” (grimace #3)

35:30 Explains why trending isn’t automatic. Yes, think of the children.

36:05 “But hey, I’m not bad, everything’s fine”.

36:45 “People of all genders do and don’t wear makeup”.

37:10 (I’m pretty sure that the no candles with birds is because of the fumes.)

37:25 What is with the nose touching when confirming Spooky Week? “Next video (nose touch) soon, don’t worry”…?

38:28 “Fans of everything are annoying, that’s just what happens when people are enthusiastic about stuff.”

39:19 Dan doesn’t get annoyed by different fandoms. Says more about the people being annoyed, part of their own insecurity, their lack of community, togetherness, celebration, shared experiences, jealous or sad, or maybe everyone just everyone’s annoying.

39:56 Dream Daddy: so dangerous saying Dilddy. Dan likes Damien, great taste, immaculate presentation, probably not Dilddy’s romantic soulmate.

40:31 Dan is in like ten fandoms (makes a face).

40:45 Chat: “Will Phil become a furry, what’s your fursona?” Dan: “Is it time to go?”

40:55 Has never thought about it, promises he’ll get on it soon, he knows what the internet wants from him.

41:31 Chat full of fursona suggestions. He’s going to start crying.

41:52 “A llama fucking hell.” “Look at the time.”

42:01 Going to go into a (not disturbing) hole later looking into axoltl fur suits.

42:24 Elf on a shelf meme, was going to post a Dan one, “old meme!” (Still don’t need to be up in your face Daniel.)

43:27 Really wants to go see IT, needs to see Mother.

44:04 Shut up! American Horror Story, makes him happy. Loves Sarah Paulson (is his life), feels represented by a lesbian with anxiety. Evan Peters is great, looks gross, or great depending.

45:25 His fursona should be a big bear, I agree. What a reaction.

45:46 Left comb on holiday, looks like a bush.

46:13 (grimace #4 at group chat names.)

46:20 “What is wrong with all of you?”

46:22 Glosses over diet ask. Indeed.

46:26 “Don’t call me Uncle Dan when we’re talking about fursonas.”

46:36 “If you live in Australia vote for marriage equality, we don’t need to have this conversation.” “Come on, come on Australia, sort your shit out.”

47:03 Going to “innocently Google things that are fine”.

47:22 “Me and Phil would love to come to Russia”.

47:27 Limitations of TATINOF.

47:44 Watch uni vid: “Don’t take it too seriously. Remember that most of the time I’m just trying to be funny, and if you ever want like my real feelings or opinions, just think about whatever the opposite of what I’m saying is, and that’s usually how to get to the sincere heart of whatever Dan’s talking about.”

48:13 “Stay calm, ask some senpais for some life advice and think carefully about what your fursona should be.”

[rogue-rook]

many many highlights from The Crystal Kingdom from a first-time TAZ listener

featuring some bits from the Lunar Interlude II: Internal Affairs

travis: “it was streaming on witch. that’s like magical twitch!”

SWEET ANGO HAS RETURNED!

i cannot believe griffin went to the EFFORT of making a fantasy costco jingle

the lockpicking garden gnome called the Nitpicker that insults the damn party is a beyond brilliant object for sale at the fantasy costco

I really want to lodge a complaint with the HR department of the bureau of balance on sweet angus macdonald’s behalf bc these grown men are FULL ON BULLYING THIS TEN YEAR OLD BOY GENIUS

so is this new shitty scientist consultant lucas a bigger annoyance than shitty train butler wizard jenkins or does jenkins still retain that title

travis: "anything this touches turns to crystal?" griffin: "yeah, pink tourmaline" travis: "yeah, I'm not gonna say that, because I'm an adult"

CAREY FANGBATTLE is like on par with Jess the Beheader in terms of Cool Names

griffin: “so the three of you are currently sitting in a gondola, which is another word for a little boat” travis, singing: “the more you knoooowww”

“so it’s made of crystal, right?” “yes, everything is crystal” x1000000

the crystal kingdom song is beautiful

griffin: “you see a sign that says The Magical World Of Elevators” justin: “griffin's really stickin it to the people who say he's not allowed to have elevators in this game”

today in failed brand marketing: “Upsy, your lifting friend”

this arc is ACTUALLY set up like a video game level puzzle, when griffin says “ah, you’ve solved my crystal puzzle” it will actually apply

clint: “I rolled a 4 but I get another roll...a 5″ travis: “wow, you're really bad at dnd”

merle: “I'm gonna use Banishment on the cockroach” griffin: “okay, you're just gonna yell GET OUT OF HERE COCKROACH, I DONT LOVE YOU ANYMORE”

magnus is being fucking mean to lucas, the genius inventor, and he’s been a TOTAL DICK to sweet boy genius detective angus macdonald, and i feel like pointing out that he was WAYYY nicer to shitty evil wizard train butler jenkins who beheaded a guy with a teleportation door

griffin: “one of the signs is labeled Radiation Ventilation Maintenance Chamber, and the other is labeled Lil Genius BuddyBot R&D" travis: "I feel like this is a trick” clint: “I feel like griffin has been playing Fallout”

I LOVE HODGE PODGE THE LIL GENIUS BUDDYBOT!!! EVEN IF HE TURNS OUT TO BE EVIL, THE SOUND OF HIS VOICE MADE ME LOVE HIM PRETTY INSTANTLY AND NOTHING CAN CHANGE THAT

hodge podge: “magnus! merle! take-o” goddamnit griffin

justin: “can we just put the stone of far speech in front of the robit and griffin, you can just talk to yourself?”

hodge podge is exactly the kind of unsettling demon robit with a mostly-adorable voice, except for when he goes demon-y, that I expected from griffy

justin: “my character taako has innate skills in: investigation, nature, history, religion, arcana, and religion” so is he double good at religion then

taako: “okay, I got a question for you: who....do we work for?”

lucas: “hey, are you just mean to everyone?” THANK GOD SOMEONE VOICED THIS LEGITIMATE FUCKING CONCERN, THE GRUBBY GRIFTERS ARE MONSTERS

clint: “I look up what scrumbled means” griffin: “justin said that in a Monster Factory once and I’ve been using it like it’s a real word” justin: “I am the lewis carroll of my generation”

noel the friendly medic robit’s voice started at vaguely-angus like and then became straight up country southern and i really hope somebody calls griffin on it

i really think griffin introduced the nitpicker so he could have a way of introducing his own critiques of his dad and brothers’ dnd skills

the little compact mirror has some shit in it that i think must be important

there’s a rift in space and time and pink tourmaline is coming out of it and the damn song is super ominous and making me MEGA NERVOUS and honestly i don’t know what the flying goddamn fuck is happening but i am SO INTO IT

lucas: “you’re just yelling hugbears at me” magnus: “BUG! HEARS!” “what” “what”

so is lucas just like holding these poor bugbears in fucking slavery

the grubby grifters discover the tourmalined body of boyland and magnus asked if he can DESECRATE THE GODDAMN BODY OF HIS TRAGICALLY DECEASED COWORKER

griffin: “these two figures are just taking these ice robits to Fool School”

awww they’re gonna fight one of my favorite little creepy crawlies! human sized tardigrades that will absolutely fuck their shit up!!! so cute

griffin: “you’re so loosey-goosey with your possessions! ‘hi scuddle-buddy! bye scuddle-buddy! go get on that train to hell!’”

clint/merle’s immediate panic when they decide the only option here is to CHOP HIS GODDAMN ARM OFF

killian, after picking lucas up: “THIS HAS BEEN THE WORST SHITTIEST DAY EVER, WE ARE TWO PEOPLE DOWN, YOUR LAB SUCKS!!” #relatable, I feel u killian

during this arc the mcelboys keep talking about how they don’t remember shit from the beginning of the show bc that was two years ago and im like what? what? that was three days ago, friends!! its bc ive binged this shit in under a WEEK

merle basically has a plant fetish okay, that’s the only reason this soul-wood shit worked

griffin: “it actually curls up and gives you a thumbs up as if to say 'hey! I'm your arm now!’”

so like this planar system shit is probably important, right

this parseltongue motherfucker that’s like fucking haunting the grubby grifters needs to start explaining what their whole, like, DEAL is

this Red Robe dude is having a FREAKOUT over the damn umbrella and im like mmmmm maybe taako shouldn’t have just taken the damn umbrella, no questions asked

killian’s scanner is having a major freakout over a lich being present and im like, yeah, its the fucking umbrella, yall

oh, real quick, the mcelboys gotta pause the action to whine at each other about character voices

killian: “I am going to ABSOLUTELY murder that man” yeah, killian remains the most goddamn relatable npc in this fucking world

i sure hope The Adventure Zone Zone doesn’t have any super important info in it, bc im not gonna listen to the mcelboys talk about the maxfun drive from two fucking years ago

the crystal golem just called the grubby grifters bounties, and said it was time for noelle the friendly medic robit and the grubby grifters to all go back to the astral plane and im like WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? GRIFFIN! WHAT?

OH FUCK ITS BEEN KRAVITZ THIS WHOLE GODDAMN TIME!!!!! KRAVITZ!!!!!

griffin: “a D6 is like a dice-ass-dice! that's like some monopoly shit!!”

kravitz: “i don’t even know how that even worked, like with physics”

taako: “luke! use the fork!” merle: “the fork will be with you, always”

magnus: “I want to roll an investigation check on noelle...I rolled a 2″ griffin: “okay well you know noelle is a robot”

YALL!! SHITTY TRAIN BUTLER WIZARD JENKINS AND MAGIC BRIAN THE GERMAN MORON BOTH CAME BACK!!

magic brian the german dumbass: “i had an invitation to my wedding for you, and instead of RSVP-ing, you murdered me!”

travis: “when you say they evaporate, do they go back to heaven or hell or the after plane, or whatever, or are they GONE?” griffin: “it kinda seems like you obliterated their soul. kinda seems like you just kinda ERASED them” travis: “you know, at the end of day, I punch people, but dad unmakes their existence, who's the real monster?”

the fact that noelle died in phandolin when the grubby grifters and gundren rockseeker turned the whole town to glass is so goddamn fucking tragic, THANKS GRIFFIN!!!!

lucas miller: yet more proof that dickin around with science and magic and mad scientist shit is always gonna end badly for everyone

kravitz: “taako, you’ve died eight times”...[...]..”magnus, you’ve died 19 times”...[...]...”merle highchurch, the richest bounty i have ever hunted, you have died 57 times” WHAT?? WHAT? WHAT???? WHAT???? GRIFFIN!!??? WHAT????

THIS STORYLINE IS LIT

griffin: “a legion of ghosts” justin: “great”

i think both griffin and I have forgotten that carey fangbattle and killian are in this scene. also merle has had a soul-bond wood arm this whole time

the grubby grifters beat a goddamn LEGION of ghost robits, or ghrobits, and then kravitz slides back into the scene all like “uh, hey, assholes, thanks for saving me, I’ll make up some legal loophole bullshit to thank you” that’s not a direct quote, that’s me editorializing. i fucking love kravitz

taako: "they found new bodies, just because they're mechanical doesn't mean the life is any less valid - battlestar galactica"

oh fuck magnus got a cheating deck of cards in like episode goddamn THREE and he just whips em out in episode fucking 39 against kravitz

kravitz, massively misunderstanding the assholes he’s talking to: “the rules of nature are there for a reason, so lets just stop running afoul of them, as if this all just funsy-fun make-believe!”

magnus: “kravitz! tell julia I love her” TRAVIS!!!! TRAVIS MCELROY! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO MY HEART!!!

lucas: “you'll never see me again, but if you do, i'll be doing good, and please don't kill me instantly”

justin: “i give angus a thumbs down” motherfuckers

killian: “hell yes! I love this plan! me and carey, and a robot ghost with a gun arm! sounds like a plan!” magnus: “sounds like a spinoff!” killian: “that’s sounds like some torchwood shit!”

davenport the goddamn pokemon

on one hand, I’m really goddamn suspicious that the director isn’t actually destroying the relics but is collecting them for her own gain. but on the other hand, if this turns out to not be true, I will feel bad for suspecting her so hard

taako: “director, here’s the truth. what did you have for lunch on Dec 3 2015? you don’t remember right? that’s when you told us not to talk to the Red Robes. what’s I’m saying is WE FORGOT!”

YOOO THIS EPILOGUE PROPHECY IS SOOOOOOO COOOOOL GRIFFIN!!! WHAT IS THIS!!!! ITS SO GOOD!!!!!!

this was a wild wild wild wild ride and whatever griffin is doing with this story is LIT

[megaphonemonday]

Jealous!mike when guys keep flirting with ginny at the club

please understand that I interpreted “club” very loosely, but i needed more opportunities to revel in the jealousy of Michael Lawson. And, honestly, a lot of this isn’t even flirting. It’s just Mike slowly losing his mind over not being able to flirt with Ginny. 

Also, while there are real people in this, I did zero research into what they are actually like in real life, so they might as well be fictional��� 

way more than you hate it | ao3

Del Mar Country Club

“I can’t believe that Oscar made us show up to this thing,” Mike muttered, fidgeting with his hat. 

At his side, Blip shifted. Mike didn’t need to look to know that he was being rewarded with a side eye of epic proportions. 

“You’re surprised that the celebrity golf tournament required celebrities?”

Mike scowled, crossing his arms and hating the way the polo shirt he’d had to borrow cut into his biceps. That had been old before he’d been forced to play 18 holes with a bunch of snobs with more money than God. After, forced to mingle with those same snobs, they were pretty much torture.

“Do you even count as a celebrity?” he snarked, glad to finally find an outlet for his annoyance. Not that Blip was particularly satisfying to pick on.

“I’m a two-time All Star, baby,” the center fielder replied with a grin. “And don’t pretend this isn’t all because the people in your group didn’t know who you were.”

“I shouldn’t have to apologize for being some yokel’s celebrity,” Mike muttered, giving up on getting comfortable. He was wearing plaid shorts for God’s sake, of course he wasn’t comfortable. “I should’ve told Oscar to go to hell when he asked.”

“Please. You know Oscar only asked us because he wanted Ginny here.  No way she would’ve agreed to this kind of circus without back up on hand.”

“Doesn’t seem like she needs much back up now,” Mike rumbled. 

Sure enough, a few feet away, Ginny was at the center of a knot of admirers. Her back was to her teammates, but the line of her shoulders was as relaxed as she ever was in public. Over the past ten minutes, she’d laughed six times. 

Not that Mike was counting. 

A rueful shake of the head and a clap to his shoulder was Blip’s only reply before he wandered off to find another passing hors d’oeuvres tray. The man loved his mini quiches. 

Mike couldn’t look away from Ginny, though. She laughed again (seven), head tilting back a little as she swayed with the force of it. A real laugh, then. He scanned the group around her and wasn’t at all surprised to find that starry-eyed look that everyone seemed to get when they first realized exactly how beautiful Ginny Baker was planted on each face of the people surrounding her. It was a look Mike had seen all too often, both on and off the field. 

He found that it annoyed him more than it usually did, though. It was easy to laugh off the starstruck rookies and new trades to the team. It was even easier to rag on the guys from other teams who watched her a little too long, distracted by her face and form as much as her skill. Because, as Ginny’d said herself more than once, not one of those guys had a chance. 

But this was very different. This was Ginny surrounded by a bunch of men—and not a few women—who were neither baseball players nor anyone that she had any kind of professional connection with. And they weren’t the overgrown children her last boyfriend had been. Most of these people had serious jobs that made them real money. 

Not that money had been much of an issue for the geek. Noel something?

Whatever, good riddance to bad rubbish, Mike would always say.

Ginny deserved better than that schmuck. And all of the schmucks currently falling all over themselves to make her laugh. Like any of them knew what really got that horsey laugh going, not like he—

Swallowing down that ball of unpleasantness, Mike swaggered over, easily shouldering his way into the circle to take up a place at Ginny’s side. (His place at Ginny’s side, a dangerous little voice murmured in his head.)

“What’s so funny, Baker? I haven’t seen you laugh this hard since you shot milk out of your nose last month.”

Ginny rolled her eyes, but Mike was pleased to note that at least a few of her admirers looked mildly disgusted.

Mission accomplished seemed petty and juvenile, but, well.

Mission accomplished. 

Boys and Girls Club of San Diego

“Can I have your autograph?”

It had to be the fifteenth time a kid had come up to Ginny with the same question today, but the pitcher’s smile was as bright as ever when she crouched to get on the little girl’s level. Mike wasn’t sure how she did it, though he was the one who’d been volunteering with the Boys and Girls Club for years. Much as he liked kids, liked these little camps the team ran, and even liked shooting the promotional videos like they were today, he’d never been quite the object of fascination the way Ginny was. 

(Especially after he grew out the beard. Something about looking too scary, probably.)

“Sure!” she chirped, taking the bright pink baseball out of the girl’s hand. “I’ve only got a black marker, is that okay?”

The little girl nodded solemnly, eyes wide. Her eyes flicked up to Mike and he did his best to give her a friendly smile. She didn’t run off screaming, which he counted as a win, but also turned her attention back to the woman before her, clearly deciding Mike wasn’t worth her time. Mike couldn’t fault her logic. 

She clutched her little tan and pink glove to her chest and watched with interest as Ginny signed the ball. Though Mike didn’t have much practical experience with kids, he figured she couldn’t have been much more than six or seven, with a long sheet of dark hair pulled back in a ponytail and sneakers covered in blue and purple flowers. The kid was cute. And she’d definitely picked a good role model.

Once the ball was signed, Ginny turned it over in her hand. “Where’d you get a ball this color?” she asked, smiling her encouragement.

The girl shrugged expressively. “My dad gave it to me.”

Ginny hummed and Mike watched her handle the kid, not bothering to hide the smile breaking across his face. “My dad used to make me practice with nectarines,” she said. “But I would’ve loved a ball like this. It would’ve been so much easier to find in the dark!”

The girl finally cracked a smile, giggling. Before she could say anything else, though, she turned at the sound of someone calling. 

“Gia, there you are! I thought you were going to wait in the dugout.” The man who approached had the sun behind him, so Mike had to squint to make him out. There was something very familiar about his voice, though. 

“But, dad! I got Ginny’s autograph!” the girl, Gia apparently, protested, holding up the ball for his inspection. 

Finally, he was close enough that the glare of the sun wasn’t an issue and Mike kind of wanted to kick himself. This wasn’t just any dad. This was the guy they’d hired as the spokesman for the video, another native son of San Diego County, though he’d made a career for himself based solely on his good looks rather than any kind of real talent. 

(And, no, starring in some 90s teen sitcom didn’t count as a real talent.)

Mulishly, he doubted the guy could even grow a beard, his face was so smooth.

“That was nice of her,” he said, flashing his boyish grin at the woman in question. Mike would’ve loved to say it was just the heat of the day, but he swore Ginny’s cheeks pinked up. “Did you say thank you?”

“Thank you!” Gia sing songed obediently before rushing over to the knot of kids who were here for today’s skills camp. 

Leaving the adults behind. 

“That was very nice of you,” the man repeated. “When Gia found out what I was doing today, she begged and begged to come along. All for the chance to meet her favorite player.” 

Ginny laughed, looking far too charmed. Wasn’t this guy married? Mike tried to think back to what Rachel had sighed about him, watching Dancing With The Stars years and years ago. And that was another thing. This guy was even older than Mike. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, uncharacteristically shy. It looked like she was a hot second away from bashfully digging her toe into the ground. “I was pretty excited when I found out you were going to do this with us. I loved Saved By—”

He cut her off with a laugh and Mike couldn’t help but remember doing nearly the same thing when Ginny’d tried to say something similar when they first met. This guy probably handled it better, though. 

“There’s a blast from the past! We definitely had a good time, though I can’t say that I miss the perm. Or the wardrobe.”

Ginny snorted. “I don’t know. All those tanks would be pretty nice when it’s as hot as it is today.”

“Very true,” he chuckled, and— God damn it. Was the man flexing? That was more than enough of that.

“You think they’re ready for us?” Mike asked, dry and uncaring whether or not he was butting in where he wasn’t wanted. 

Ginny’s eyes slid over to him, one brow quirked, but she didn’t say anything. Judging by the look on her face, though, he was sure she’d have something to say later.

The guy—what show did he host? Something on MTV or Bravo?—blinked, apparently just taking in Mike’s presence, which only soured Mike on him more. He checked over his shoulder towards the camera crew and the mini command center they’d constructed near the visitor’s dugout. 

“I’m not sure. We could go check.”

Mike stared him down for a long moment, chewing impassively on his gum. It was only when Ginny rolled her eyes that he cracked a—completely false—grin.

“After you.”

He was rewarded with an odd, confused little smile, but he did get what he wanted. Namely, the guy walking away from Ginny without too much fuss. The fact that she followed after wasn’t too big a deal, especially not when she let Mike fall into step beside her.

The Comedy Cellar

If Mike was being honest, and lately he strived not to do that, he had zero interest in sitting in some hole in the wall comedy club after catching nine innings. But Ginny’d sounded so excited, nearly bouncing in her seat when she explained she’d been comped two tickets to that evening’s show and was going with or without accompaniment. 

And honestly, where Ginny went, Mike was almost guaranteed to follow. 

Dishonestly, he was here for an evening of amateur stand up and a two drink minimum. He assumed. He’d never actually been to a comedy club before. 

“Who are we here to see again and why did we have to come all the way to the Village to see ‘em?”

Ginny elbowed him, so Mike made a big show of nearly falling off the rickety stool. Hey, she wanted comedy, she was going to get it. She pressed her lips together and glared, which was how he knew she desperately wanted to laugh. He just waggled his eyebrows, and she broke, giggling hard enough that she bent forward and nearly pressed her forehead to the table top. 

In a flash, his hand shot out to intercept, pushing her back upright and saving her from God knew what had taken up residence on the sticky surface. 

She offered him a lopsided smile and finally answered his question. “It’s a guy named Mike Birbiglia.” 

“Birbiglia?” he repeated, rolling the name around in his mouth. Then, with a sly grin, “Mike?”

Ginny just rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Remember that stand up special I made you watch with me? It’s that guy,” she explained, like it meant anything. 

Mike had lost track of the number of stand up specials he’d watched with Ginny. On Netflix, Comedy Central, HBO, she loved them all. Which was a little hilarious considering her own sense of humor had stopped developing at the indiscriminate pranking stage. 

Still, he nodded, figuring he’d recognize the guy when he came up on stage. 

As it turned out, though, this Birbiglia guy wasn’t the only comedian performing tonight and he also hadn’t kept his mouth shut about the special guest in the audience either. 

So, Mike had to sit through at least five separate acts—all young-ish guys, clearly still cutting their teeth—before getting to hear the one Ginny’d been so excited for. They were funny enough, but each and every single one of them took a moment to lose their minds over the fact that the Ginny Baker was watching them perform. Mike assumed that at least some of them were baseball fans, and Ginny certainly deserved every bit of admiration she got. 

The fact that not one, but three, of them offered up dates on the spot made him suspect that they were bigger fans of her appearance in Sports Illustrated’s Swimsuit Issue, though. 

Ginny laughed off every proposal, even when one guy turned it into a bit, promising her increasingly terrible incentives. She didn’t quite hit flirtation with any of her responses—the poor saps wouldn’t be able to handle it if she did—but it was a near thing.

For his part, Mike laughed along. As long as Ginny wasn’t uncomfortable with the attention, he wasn’t going to ruin her fun. Internally, though, he was trying to figure out which of the little twerps he’d like to bludgeon first. That and whether or not he could successfully drape his arm over the back of her chair and somehow make the maneuver seem casual to her and possessive to everyone else. 

Before he stooped quite that low, though, the man of the hour was being welcomed on stage. Beside him, Ginny let out a piercing wolf whistle. 

“Did I know you could do that?” Mike grumbled, rubbing his ear for effect. 

Ginny just grinned and leaned in—just so she could be heard over the noise, he was sure—to reply, “There’s lots you don’t know about me, Lawson.” When she pulled away, their eyes caught on each other and a long, charged moment passed between them. Mike had to shake himself in order to look away. 

When he did, the comedian, a guy Mike vaguely recognized, had already launched into his set. 

“Y’know, I haven’t told this story in a while, but I figure with our guests in the audience, it’s only appropriate. And since it is one of the most awkward things that’s happened to me, it’ll probably override the awkwardness of three separate dudes striking out with the same woman in thirty minutes. Or, I don’t know, it’ll at least give the night a different flavor of awkwardness?”

Ginny, who clearly knew the story he was talking about, leaned forward eagerly. Mike kept an ear half-cocked for the rhythm of the joke, but he was more concerned with the rapt attention on his pitcher’s face. She practically vibrated with excitement as the story went on, nearing the punchline—something about Dennis Eckersley that Mike would not have been shocked to learn was entirely true—and busting a gut when it finally landed.

This perfectly ordinary, middle aged guy effortlessly managed to enrapture the woman sitting next to him. 

Which was somehow worse than having to witness fifty people ask Ginny out. That was basically par for the course when it came to hanging out with her. Mike had actually lost track of the number of times a total stranger had asked her to marry them. But it was rare that he saw her so completely absorbed when a baseball game wasn’t on the table. 

Before he could sink too deep into his resentment for this other Mike, though, Ginny turned to him, eyes bright. 

“Were you at that dinner, do you think?”

He thought about it. He’d been to a lot of MVP dinners in his time. Eventually, he shrugged. “Can’t remember.”

“They say that memory is the first to go,” she tutted in false sympathy. 

“You trying to prove you deserve a turn up there?” he asked, exasperated and nodding towards the stage.

Her wrinkled nose was answer enough, but she shook her head with a, “Nah,” too. Casually, she continued, “I’d rather listen with you,” before turning back to the front. 

Suddenly, Mike was feeling a little more charitable towards comedy clubs and even the stand ups who performed in them. 

Wrigley Field’s Visitor’s Clubhouse

“Knock knock.”

Mike, as well as most of his teammates because the room was small enough that they could all hear each other’s business, looked towards the door. Not only because someone had actually accompanied the sound with the words “knock knock,” like they were starting a joke, but because no one had a clue what was going on. The press had already been ushered out and all the club bigwigs had already put in their appearances with Al and Oscar. Who else would want to visit the smallest, oldest clubhouse in MLB?

Taking it upon himself as captain, Mike called out, “Yeah?” not knowing what would greet him

The double doors pushed open to reveal at least ten of the reigning World Series Champions, looking strangely out of place for all this was their ballpark. Clearly, most of them had never been over to the Visitor’s clubhouse before, though they had to have heard stories.

Ginny definitely had. The whole bus ride over from the hotel this morning, she’d been frowning as the guys bitched and moaned about the prospect of three days in Chicago. 

“It’s one of the most historic parks in the country. How aren’t you excited to play there?”

“It’s not the playing that’s the problem, rookie,” Mike responded. He’d never quite kicked the habit of calling her that and she’d eventually stopped reminding him. “It’s the clubhouse.”

“The clubhouse?” she demanded, sounding utterly disgusted with them.

“Just wait ‘til you have to spend a rain delay in here, Baker,” Mike had warned ominously. She’d rolled her eyes, but the first time she got a good look around the cramped space, he knew she was thankful for the clear forecast. 

After the obligatory round of greetings, where their opponents tried to come in only to be met by the majority of the Padres suddenly blocking their entrance, an awkward silence descended.

“You know that you guys have your own, much bigger, clubhouse, right? They just finished the renovations last year. I hear it’s pretty nice,” Blip snarked, eyeing the group of men they were supposed to play in two and a half hours.

“Yeah,” Mike snorted, pushing to his feet to join his team. “If you wanted to visit, you shoulda told the owners to move up the timeline on renovations over here, too.”

“Hey, we’re just bein’ friendly. Welcoming you to Wrigley and all,” Rizzo said, flashing a grin for his old team. 

No one bought it.

“Most of us have played here before,” Sonny replied, suspicious.

“Not everyone,” muttered Heyward, who was unsubtly trying to crane his neck to see around the solid wall of Padres.

On its own, it probably wouldn’t have been enough to raise suspicion, but combined with the way everyone shushed him and Bryant shoved an elbow in his ribs, it definitely was. 

A lightbulb went off over Mike’s head. The wandering eyes, the altar boy innocence, hell, their presence here at all, really only meant one thing.

A mocking smile curved over his mouth and he crossed his arms, chin tipping up challengingly. 

“You wanna meet Baker, don’t you?”

Immediately, the Padres bristled, even as the contingent of Cubs protested. 

“No!”

“Of course not!”

“We’re just here to say hey. To everyone!”

“… Maybe.”

There was a long silence at that, and though Mike wasn’t sure who’d said it, his money was on Russell. (The kid was younger than Ginny, there was no way he’d learned how to bluff yet.) But the lull was just the eye of the storm. They all started talking. Over one another and springing off each other’s points as they tried to make their case.

“It’s just—”

“She hadn’t been called up yet when you played here last summer—”

“And when we went to San Diego, her arm—”

“She wasn’t out at BP or even shagging balls—

“We don’t wanna bother her or anything—”

It was all one big jumble that Mike struggled to wade through. Right up until Rizzo looked right at him and asked: 

“Can we just say hi, Mike?”

Mike puffed up his chest, probably liking too much that he got the final say so in who got to see Ginny. Even if it was just his authority as captain. Blip stood frowning at his side, arms folded over his chest. They traded a look and shrugged in tandem. 

“She’s stretching in the hall. You’ve got five minutes.”

With a a whoop, the pack of ballplayers shuffled through the muttering crowd of Padres, at least three of whom peeled off to enforce that time frame. 

Once the cramped locker room of the clubhouse was a little less crowded, Mike slumped into the lightly padded folding chair at his cubby with a wince and a groan. God, he missed his chair at Petco. With the actual lumbar support and the way three years of sitting in it had molded it pretty perfectly to his ass. 

When he opened his eyes, Blip was staring down at him, his eyes narrowed and that look on his face. The look that said the wheels were turning and he was on the verge of figuring something out. 

Usually, though, Mike had some kind of clue as to what Sherlock Sanders was going to uncover. Not the case today. 

“What?” he demanded, twisting in the chair to pull a roll of KT tape out of his bag.

“You’re not gonna supervise?”

Mike rolled his eyes, picking fruitlessly at the edge of the tape. He didn’t have to put it on yet, just didn’t want to look at whatever smug, knowing expression Blip was wearing. He did have the grace not to pretend he didn’t know exactly what Blip was referring to, though.

“Does she suddenly require supervision?”

The chuckle his second in command loosed at that was not comforting. Then again, it probably wasn’t meant to be. “No,” he replied, taking his own seat, “but it’s good to hear you acknowledge that.”

Mike just grumbled, but forced himself to sit through the five minutes like an actual adult. 

Still, when he saw the backs of the Cubs disappearing out the door, it would be a lie to say that he wasn’t a little bit relieved. 

Well, the backs of most of them. 

Mentally, Mike went through a tally of the guys he’d seen come in and realized one was missing. He hadn’t really thought to check and see who was leaving, too happy that they were actually going. A few nightmare scenarios ran through his mind: Bryant trying to put the moves on Ginny and her being into it, her meeting Baez and deciding to adopt another hothead, Arrieta offering to let her rub the beard for luck…

Ignoring the smirk on Blip’s face, Mike shoved to his feet and went off to track down the rogue Cub. An echoing squeak of plastic and metal alerted him that Blip was coming for the ride along.

It didn’t take them long to find them. Ginny was exactly where she’d said she’d be, seated on the faux turf that lined this particular hallway for no particular reason. But rather than Bryant or Baez or Arrieta with her, it was Koji Uehara, the Cubs’ new reliever and one of the few guys in the game older than Mike. Half a decade older, in fact.

Uehara was crouched down, apparently demonstrating some kind of arm stretch, which Ginny copied. Her slight frown grew into a grin as it achieved the results she’d been looking for. The other pitcher smiled back before realizing they now had an audience. He rose to his feet and nodded at both Blip and Mike before offering Ginny a short bow and leaving.

They all watched him go, a little stunned. It was Blip who broke the silence. 

“Damn, Ginny. How is it you always find the oldest guy to befriend?” he laughed. “Butch gives you all his best kept secrets, you’ve got Al wrapped around your finger, and don’t even get me started on Lawson.”

Ginny flung a stray ball at him and looked about ready to stick her tongue for good measure when he snatched it out of the air. For his part, Mike didn’t know why he had to be pulled into it. 

(Except he absolutely did. 

It probably had something to do with the way his heart practically leapt at Ginny’s breezy response, even though he told himself to cool it.)

“Maybe I like the old guys.”

Blip only laughed harder.

The Abbey

Mike was getting too old for this shit. 

But, they’d swept their series in LA and even he could admit that that was cause for celebration. They were already midway through September and were, barring some kind of disaster, a shoo in for a Wild Card spot, if not clinching the division altogether. But every win built their momentum, and morale was at an all time high. 

It only made sense to keep it going.

Mike just wished they hadn’t kept it going here of all places. 

It wasn’t until they crowded inside that he understood all the funny looks Ginny’d tossed him on the ride over. To be fair, Mike had been to a lot of bars in his time. A lot of bars just in LA, even. How could he be expected to remember them all? The wash of blue lights on brick walls and that monster white leather couch in the back were pretty good reminders, though. The sight of Ginny holding her hand out to him, asking him to dance with her. Him shaking her off and watching as she shrugged and melted into the crowd, throwing her body around like she didn’t care about the spectators. 

Yeah. That’d all happened here.

Jesus. The only way this could be worse was if they’d gone back to Boardner’s. 

So far, the night wasn’t shaping up to be all that different. There’d been a few half-hearted attempts to get him on the dance floor from the guys and that same, slightly husky, “Lawson,” from Ginny, but Mike’s ass had made itself at home on the couch. He wasn’t leaving it come hell or high water. 

Except it appeared that the universe was out to test him.

“Oh, there’s a live one!” exclaimed Salvi, gesturing wildly with his drink towards the bar. 

Automatically, most of the guys who’d stuck behind in their private section turned to look. A wave of chuckles and shaking heads swept through them. 

Curious, Mike looked, too.

At first, all he saw was a dense crowd of people surrounding the bar. Then, the throng parted and he was granted an unimpeded view of Ginny leaning against the counter, head turned towards the bartender making her drink. To the side, some guy was inching closer, clearly trying to play it cool. 

Not cool enough if he’d attracted the attention of these goons. 

“What’re his chances?” Butch wondered. 

“That he gets shot down?” Salvi thought about it for a long moment before declaring, “Three to one.”

Mike nearly choked on his drink. The odds should’ve been way higher. In his totally unbiased opinion.

Thankfully, he wasn’t the only one who thought so. 

Dusty whistled. “So low?”

���It’s been a while, right? Since the billionaire got kicked to the curb?”

“What about those dates she went on with Captain America?”

“We never proved that happened,” Salvi reasoned. “All the pictures online were blurry and neither of their agents released a statement. But even if it did happen, it’s been a while.”

“Yeah and she wouldn’t let us take her to that Magic Mike place in Miami,” Sonny added, sounding oddly put out. 

“Right!” The first baseman nodded enthusiastically, jabbing his finger at Sonny. “She’s probably pretty hard up. I stand by the odds. Three to one. Who wants in?”

There was a flurry of guys reaching for their wallets to take him up on it.

Mike watched this all unfold with increasing— Annoyance? Horror? Maybe a little amusement? How much time and thought had they put into this weird little betting ring?

Diverting as they’d been, though, his attention slid back to Ginny standing at the bar with a stranger. Her chin rested against her shoulder, though she didn’t turn all the way to face him as he spoke. That had to be a good sign. 

But then. She laughed. Bright enough that Mike could practically feel it in his gut, where it stirred up the swarm of butterflies that only seemed to come alive when Ginny was in the picture. 

Without thinking about it, he was on his feet. 

“Where are you going?” Blip demanded, taking a healthy swig from his beer.

Mike hardly had the brain power to respond, too caught up in the way the stranger was leaning into Ginny’s space.

“Can’t let the knees seize up,” he replied absently, not really caring who believed him. 

Or what bets were being made as he left.

He pushed through the crowd, trying to ignore the flashes of memory that wanted to swamp him as he went. Ginny’s hair tossing as she commanded the dance floor. Even in leggings and a half-zip, she’d drawn every eye in the room. 

Including his. Which was why he’d left.

But there were no more hot, blonde agents to run to. Not that Mike had much intention of running away from anything tonight.

When he finally made it to the bar, Ginny was standing on her own again, which made him sigh in relief. Even if he would’ve loved to have witnessed her send the other guy on his way. 

“Make a new friend?” he asked, sliding into the now unoccupied space at her side. 

Ginny didn’t even flinch, just shrugged and took a sip from her bottle. 

“The guys were betting on whether or not you’d shoot him down.”

She nodded, completely unsurprised. “They do that.”

That surprised a laugh out of Mike. “You knew?”

“Of course. I’ve been helping Blip out whenever Salvi lets the odds get really high. We clean up.”

Mike kept laughing, shaking his head in wonder. Every bit of herself that Ginny let him discover was better than gold.

“You weren’t tempted to game the system tonight?” he asked, maybe a little too intent for how lighthearted they’d been up until now.

“No need to worry, captain,” she said with a wicked grin. “This guy definitely wasn’t boyfriend material.”

“Well, that’s good since you’ve already got one of those.”

“Do I?” she returned, cocking her head to the side. Like she really had to think about it.

“Ginny,” he groaned, wishing he could crowd against her the way he had a few weeks ago—nearly a year to the day after the first time he’d done it last August—and remind her. 

(His self control had finally snapped when they’d finally knocked the Cardinals out of the second Wild Card spot. She’d thrown herself into his arms on the field, laughing into his neck for all she hadn’t thrown a single pitch to win the game. It’d taken all of Mike’s willpower not to kiss her right there, settling for banding his arms around her back and spinning them both around until he was dizzy. 

Later, though, when he’d showered and changed back into his street clothes, he’d tapped at her dressing room door. When she opened it, he hadn’t waited one second before leaning down and capturing her lips with his. 

When he’d finally let her go, all she’d said was, “Took you long enough.”

He’d never won a championship, but it was safe to say that that was the best night he’d ever have.)

“Mike,” she sing songed back, batting her eyelashes at him. Her chin was tucked to her shoulder, almost an exact mirror of the way she’d been standing with the guy who’d just been standing in Mike’s place. The thought of her looking up at someone else so flirtatiously, so invitingly, had Mike’s blood ready to boil. 

He’d spent so much time over the past season telling himself not to be jealous of every person who got even a sliver of Ginny’s attention. Because what claim did he have on her, anyway? 

Now that the dam had broken though, now that he knew what she tasted like and the sounds she made as she fell asleep or apart in his arms, he couldn’t pretend any longer. 

She was his, damn it. As much as he was hers. 

Finally, she took pity on him, giggling and leaning to press her shoulder against his bicep. It was much touching as they allowed themselves in public, though Mike sometimes daydreamed about visiting her on the mound and sweeping her into one of those overwrought, dramatic kisses just for the hell of it. 

When she turned her face up to him, her chin nearly rested against his shoulder. Right on the spot she’d kissed this morning before leaving his hotel room to sneak back into hers.

“I told you not to worry, captain,” she teased. “I definitely know boyfriend material when I see it.”

The fact that her gaze didn’t waver from his face, not once, definitely soothed the curl of jealousy winding through Mike’s gut. It would’ve died a very satisfactory death if he could’ve kissed her then and there, but it wasn’t time for that.

Not yet at least.

[stardust2003]

Madferit: The Novel - Chapter 1

“Who’s Oasis?” I asked my friend Kelly as we got ready in her bedroom.

“Some band from England.” She replied as she drew her eyeliner pencil across her bottom eyelid. “They’re like bigger than the Beatles over there and they’re singer is gorgeous.”

I hadn’t heard them or seen them before so I hoped she was right. For only six bucks, I didn’t know what to expect but at least it gave us something to do.

We arrived at the venue which was really small. It felt like we were in an oversized bar. It wasn’t skanky which surprised me. We were in Cleveland Heights after all, which definitely had its sketchy parts.

Fans lined up to go in, waiting outside near where the band’s tour bus would park. The air was a bit chilly but it was to be expected in Northeast Ohio. I was kicking myself for wearing such a short skirt.

But that all changed when the bus pulled up and its passengers exited the vehicle.

There were five of them. The concert goers screamed and cheered as they filed one by one past the crowd. They were all young (no older than me at least) and beautiful.

Especially the two who came out first.

Their eyebrows stood out like sore thumbs. But their eyes…my gosh! Crystal blue pools. Dead stares so you couldn’t tell where they were looking exactly.

I certainly hoped it was at me.

The first one walked on like he meant business. He led the others like a mother goose leads her goslings. Did that mean he was the frontman?

The second one looked younger than the first. He swaggered along taking a drag off a cigarette as he went. No American guy I ever met walked like that and it was definitely a nice change of scenery.

They had to be related. Their eyes and other features were too similar not to be. But what did I know? That sort of information was Kelly’s department.

Surprisingly, all five boys stopped along their journey inside to sign autographs and all that. The closer they got to me and Kelly, the louder my heart started to pound. Those eyes were mesmerizing and I couldn’t even tell you the names of who they belonged to.

Until they got close enough.

“Hi Noel!” The girl next to us beamed at Number One.

“Alright.” He said with a nod.

“I baked you cookies, er, biscuits.” She said as she shoved a box towards his chest.

“They got any drugs in ‘em?” He said it so fast and his accent was so thick, I could barely understand him.

But God he was sexy!

The girl stuttered trying to say “no” and this Noel just chuckled at her before walking away with his gift.

I watched him head on his way until someone spoke to me.

“Got anythin’ for us to sign?”

I turned to see Number Two staring right at me…and nowhere else. My heart skipped a beat as I focused on the blue.

“No I don’t sorry.” I replied sheepishly. What the fuck was I apologizing for? It was my loss, not his.

“It’s alright, Love. No worries.” He replied with a smile and a thick accent to match Number One’s. “Just thought ya’d like to 'ave a keepsake or summat. This gig’s gonna be fuckin’ legendary.”

“It is?” I sounded so unsure. What was I so afraid of?

“You’re fuckin’ right it is! We’ll show you yanks what real music is. Your grunge shit is fuckin’ dreadful.”

I had to agree with him there. I couldn’t stand grunge. I loved the Beatles though and so many other bands from the sixties.

Maybe these guys would be the next best thing.

I smiled at him in reply and he did the same again.

“How 'bout your ticket?” He suggested as he waved his Sharpie in the air a bit. “Ya have a ticket, don’t ya?”

“I do.” I told him. “How else am I gonna get in?”

He chuckled a little at my piss poor attempt to sound cocky. “Go on then. Get it out for us.”

I did as instructed and handed him the ticket. I watched in awe as he hurried and wrote his name down.

“'Liam Gallagher.’” I read out loud after he passed it back to me.

“Yep.” He said. “In the fuckin’ flesh, right?”

“Right.”

He smiled again. “See ya inside.” He winked.

“Yes you will.”

He smirked again before swaggering off with the other three following close behind him.

Kelly and I somehow managed to get front and center for the show. I was getting more and more excited as the minutes ticked down to the start.

Finally it was time.

I screamed from the bottom of my lungs as those five British boys swaggered out from the side of the stage and took their respective places on it. The drummer, the bass player, and rhythm guitarist were still nameless to me but the other two…well, that was a different story.

The one called Noel strapped on his guitar and stood on the left (my right) side of the stage. The one called Liam stood in the center.

'So he’s the frontman.’ I thought to myself as I watched him get into position. It was nothing I’d ever seen before. He put his hands behind his back and crouched down a bit so he’d have to sing up into the microphone.

The Beatles certainly never did that.

But these guys weren’t the Beatles. They were Oasis. And they were quickly on their way to becoming my next favorite band.

Their set was full of weird sounding guitars, screeching and winding through almost every song. Again, nothing like the Beatles. It was something totally new. Totally sexy. And I loved every minute of it.

They finished their set with a Beatles’ cover, adding those odd sounding guitar riffs. Liam wailed and whined out every vowel he could extend. That accent shined through the lyrics. What part of England were they from? Not Liverpool. Not London.

But at that point, it really didn’t matter. What did matter was they rocked. They were sexy. They were British. And as someone originally said, they were legendary.

I knew I had to find out more about them. Buy their CD. What was it called? “Definitely Something”? They had copies of it on the merch table, along with tapes and t-shirts. I was definitely going shopping when everything was said and done.

As soon as the show began, it was over. At least that’s how it felt. They were done in an hour and a half and it was time to go home.

Or so I thought.

People milled around in the bar in between buying t-shirts and stuff, and the band came out to sign autographs again.

Kelly and I got drinks, shirts, and CDs and then hung out to watch the goings on.

“Which one is your favorite?” She asked as she nodded at the boys while they sat at a table signing people’s things.

“I don’t know.” I replied. “It’s too hard to decide.”

And it was. I was definitely hooked on Liam and Noel. Those were their names, right? The others were cute too but those first two, they demanded people’s attention.

Everyone at the show seemed to fawn over them versus anyone else in the group. What was it about them that caused this to happen? Was it seriously just their eyes?

I was curious to find out more. They were the biggest band in England. Were they going to take over the States as well?

They finished signing autographs and then made a bee line for the bar. Kelly and I sat only a couple bar stools away from where they were putting in their drink orders.

“A Gin and Tonic please.” Liam said politely to the bar tender.

I gazed at him while he stood there waiting for his drink.

The bar tender hurried to fix and then passed it to him.

“Cheers.” Liam nodded as he raised the glass to his lips.

My cheeks felt really hot as I watched him swallow his first sip. He’d cast a spell on me and he didn’t even know it.

Or maybe, just maybe, he did.

He scanned the room a bit before turning to his right and that’s when our eyes met. Was he staring at me like he had before the concert?

“Alright. Ticket Girl!” He exclaimed as he came towards me.

I guess so.

“Hi.” I said trying not to let my voice crack.

“Enjoy the gig?” He asked as he set his drink down on the bar.

“Oh yeah. You guys were amazing!”

He smiled. “Thanks.”

We sat silently for a few seconds before Kelly nudged my arm.

But Liam spoke again before I could. “So, uh, we’re havin’ a party backstage for a bit before we ship out for Canada.” The way he pronounced “Canada” sounded something like “Canader” and my heart melted. “You lot wanna join us?”

“Sure.” I replied quickly. There was no way I was passing that opportunity up.

Liam took Kelly and me backstage where the others and their crew were already located. He introduced us to the rest of the band (which finally gave names to the faces I didn’t know) and some of the crew.

“Our Mags is American, just like you lot.” He said in reference to the band’s tour manager. She was nice. A bit older than us. She was from New York which was a far cry from Ohio or Cleveland for that matter.

One of the crew members offered us each a beer and we took them happily. Kelly and I got comfortable on a couch near the boys and watched Liam go join Noel at the coffee table.

“Oh my God!” I said quietly as I watched them both inhale a line of coke up their noses. I guess it came with the territory. Goodness knows it did with the Beatles.

Kelly and I chatted with Maggie which was comforting in a room full of drunk and stoned men. She certainly had her hands full but I bet she had one hell of a good time.

I listened intently as she told us about the coming stops on the tour before I felt someone grab my arm.

“Come with me!” Liam said as he jerked me up from the couch.

I didn’t have time to respond as he pulled me out of the dressing room and down the hall.

“What the hell is your problem?!” I yelled as I tried yanking myself from his grasp. But it was no use.

He didn’t respond and quickly led us through men’s bathroom door. He scanned the room and then pulled me into the closest open stall. Once inside, he locked it and just stared at me.

I stared back for a few seconds before we both pounced on each other. Our lips locked as we moaned into each other’s mouths. The coke made him hungrily aggressive as he felt me the whole way up and down the front of my body, never stopping in one place.

I quickly reached for the button and zipper of his jeans and wasted no time in getting those open. His jeans were down just enough as he hiked my skirt and pulled down my underwear.

My back hit the wall with a gentle smack as he positioned himself. His rock hard dick pressed against my thigh in preparation for what was coming next.

“Ya never told me your name.” He said through a kiss.

“Addie.” I replied quickly.

“Addie? Pretty name, that. But I’d rather call ya Ticket Girl.”

I giggled and felt him smile against my lips.

“Or Tix.” He went on. “I reckon that’s me favorite.”

“Tix it is then.” I agreed. I liked the sound of that too.

“Alright.”

Our tongues continued to dance and my body continued to charge up.

And then it was finally time.

I cried out in pure ecstasy as Liam put himself inside me and nearly lifted me off the floor. His hips began swinging and it didn’t take long for us to find our rhythm.

I am he as you are he as you are me

And we are all together

Our moans matched each other in such perfection. He was beautiful and at that moment, he was mine.

We came together and Liam filled me with his. It was warm and wonderful and so many other things but my head was spinning too fast to remember them all.

After catching our breaths, we fixed our clothes and exited the bathroom.

The rest of the party was as we left it.

“Where’d you go?” Kelly asked as I sat back down beside her while Liam went across to talk to the guy they called Bonehead.

I tuned out her question as I watched him smile and laugh with the other guy. He was something else but I’m sure he already knew that.

The guilt started to set in as reality forced it to come. I just fucked a guy in bathroom stall. Not just any guy but still.

Would he remember me after that night? Or would I get lost in the shuffle with all the other groupies?

That definitely sounded about right.

But I still held out hope it wouldn’t be.

[no-this-is-sin-blog]

400 QUESTIONS!

C1. Name: Mady 2. Nickname(s): Two-Bit, Madster, Mads, and (by my teachers) STOP DRAWING! 3. Birthday: April 19, 4. That makes you (age): an age 5. Where were you born (city): Albuquerque, New Mexico 6. Location right now (planet ): Earth 7. Shoe size: US Women's size 9 wide 8. How many piercings?: two and my ears 9. Tattoos?: nope 10. When you wake up you're: cold and tired 11. When you're about to sleep you're: awake 12. Zodiac sign: Aries/Taurus (CUSP) 13. Moon Sign: Taurus 14. Righty or Lefty: Righty 15. Innie or Outie: Innie 16. School: hell

Section Two: Looks

17. Nationality: European American 18. Hair colour: ginger in some light, brown in another lighting. 20. Weight: (uncomfortable subject) 21. Height: 5′ 11′‘ 22. Braces? Yep 23. Glasses? contacts

Section Three: Private Life

24. Do you have a boy/girlfriend? Nope 25. If so, who? Nobody 26. If not, do you have a crush on someone? yeah 27. Who has a crush on you? some creep in my grade 28. Ever cheated on your bf/gf? no 29. Who was your first kiss: some guy named Jack in kindergarten 30. Who was your last kiss: no one ;( 31. Are you a virgin? yes 32. Ever had a threesome before? no 33. NQ- Every been swarmed by ladybugs?: no 34. Have you ever been in love? yes 35. Broken any hearts? yeah that creep in my grade 36. Got your heart broken?  yes 37. Ever liked a friend? yes 38. What happened? they’re either dating someone or not into girls

Section Four: Past Relationships

39. How many relationships have you been in? Two 40. How many were serious enough to count: One 41. Who were those serious ones: My friend K9 42. NQ- Who used to be your best friend: Some girl who I’m gonna call So 43. What made them different: They were weird like me. 44. What happened: I grew up, she didn't. 45. FRIENDSHIP Best boy/girlfriend: Dani or Aye (Not real names, none of the names are real) 46. FRIENDSHIP Worst boy/girlfriend: So or Ant 47. Ever been kissed: Yes 48. Who do you want back: Princess 49. Who do you regret: Doing so much dumb shit 50. Why?: cause it ruined me emotionally

Section Five: Favourites

51. Song: Lana Del Rey - Cherry 52. Movie: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban 53. Food: Sushi 54. Drink: Blueberry Ice Tea (with honey and frozen blueberries) 55. Store: Walgreens 56. Television show: Eyewitness 57. Holiday: Samhain or Yuletide 58. Book: Witch Child 59. Ice cream: Honey Lavander 60. Sweets: Chocolate 61. Crisps: with fish 62. Type of music: indie or pop or rap 63. Artist: Lana Del Rey, Atlas, Samsa, and The 1975 64. Word: Brittle 65. Time of day: Lunch Time 66. Dressing: Vinegar 67. Alcoholic drink: Whiskey 68. Colour(s): Green and Grey 69. Piece of clothing: My Jean Jacket or Sunflower Jumer 70. Character: Sirius Black 71. Smell: Candle Smoke 72. Shampoo: Pantene 73. Soap: Rainbath 74. Smiley: The weird upside down one 75. Board game: Monopoly 76. Sport: Quidditch 77. Number: 7 78. Quote: "Everything is a choice" Tom Hiddleston 79. Animal(s): Cats, Bearded Dragons, Racoons, and Squirellles 80. Actor(s): Tom Hiddleston, Chris Hemsworth, Emma Watson, Tom Felton, Matt Dillon, Rob Lowe, Patrick Swayze, 82. Vegetable: Carrot 83. Fruit: Rambutan 84. Place to be: My room 85. Thing in your room: My altar 86. Gum: 5Gum 87. Shape: Stellated Icosahedron 88. Country: Europe 89. Mall: Outlet 90. Car: Subaru 91. Boy's name: Tobias or  Montgomery 92. Girl's name: Cassiopeia or Petra 93. Family member: My mom 94. Restaurant: Red Robin 95. Movie place: Regal 96. Person to go to the movies with: my friends 97. Noise: Cats meowing 98. Brand of shoe: anything off brand 99. Brand of clothing: anything from a thrift store 100. Body part of a chicken: Boob 101. Swear word: Bitch 102. Month: April 103. Possession: My books 104. Team: Fuck sports 105. Season: Autumn 106. Radio station: 92.5 107. Magazine: Ew 108. Favourite grade: 8th 109. Least favourite grade: 6th 110. Teacher: Ms. Veraya 111. Least favourite teacher: Mr. Shipp (Mr. Shit) 112. Subject: English or Art 113. Subject to talk about: ALL

Section Six: Family

114. Who's your mum?: Noel 115. Who's your dad?: Brian 116. Any step-parents?: nopee 117. Any brothers?: Zac 118. Any Sisters?: nopers 120. Coolest: My mum 121. Loudest: my dad 122. Best relative: my mom 123. Worse relative: my cousin Marilyn 124. Do you get along with your parents? My mom yes, my dad no 125. With your siblings? ehh 126. Does anyone understand you? yeah to an extent 127. Do you have any pets?:  yes 128. If so, what kind and name? 3 Cats: Button (Mister) (Fluffy Tux), Shadow (Shamu) (Short Hair Tux), and Ginger (Loki) (Tortoise Shel). 2 Dogs: Thor and Ruby, both are yellow labs, and a fuck ton of fish 129. If not, what do you want as a pet?:

Section Seven: School

131. Are you still in school? Si 132. Did you drop out?: Nah 133. Your current GPA: Probably a C average like 2.0 Idk 134. Do you buy or bring lunch?: Buy 135. ABC's?: Yes 136. Favorite class: English 137. Play any sports at school?: Nahh 138. Are you popular? Noppe 139. Favourite memory: When my friend Dani hugs me (she's such a non-touchy person that when she does its like HOLY FUCC IM SO SPECIAL) 140. Most humiliating moment: A lot 141. Most funniest moment: When my friend Aiden fell on his ass while riding his Heelys 142. Most scared moment: Every. Time. I. Get. A. Test. Back

Section Eight: What do you think of when you hear

145. Chicken: Flap Flap Flap 146. Dog: Woof 147. Christina Aguilera: uh 148. Ricky Martin: whom? 149. 50 cent: No 150. Poop: ew 151. Beach: pretty 152. Desert: Sand 153. Water: Ponyo 154. Osama: Bin Laden 155. Love: need 156. Your little brother: shh 157. Butt: Booty 158. Clowns: No 159. Wonder: Imagine 16o. Brown: Earth 161. Banana: Gross 162. Sex: Mhhhmhmh 163. Parents: 1/2 164. Homosexuals: My friends 165. God: Loki

Section Nine: Do you believe in

166. God: Loki 167. Heaven: Ehhh 168. Devil: Hel 169. Hell: Helheim 170: Boogyman: ehh 171. Closet Monsters: Ghosties 172. Fortune tellings: Sure 173. Magic: Yeah 174. Love at first sight: If it happens it happens 175. Ghosts: Yes 176. Voo-doo dolls: Yes 177. Reincarnation: Yes 178. Yourself: EH

Section Ten: Do you

179. Smoke: no 180. Do drugs: once or twice 181. Drink alcohol: no 182. Cuss: YES 183. Sing in the shower: yes 184. Like school: to an extent 185. Want to get married: yes 186. Type with all of your fingers: yes 187. Think you're attractive: no and yes 188. Drink and drive: no 189. Snore: no 190. Sleepwalk: no 191. Like watching sunrises and sunsets: yes

Section Eleven: Have you ever

192. Flashed someone: yes 193. Gotten so drunk til you threw up everywhere: no 194. Told that person how you felt: no... 195. Been arrested: no 196. Gone to jail or Juve: no 197. Skateboarded: yes 198. Skinny dipped: no 199. Rock climbed: yes 200. Killed someone: no... 201. Watched porn: yes 202. Gone on a road trip: yes 203. Went out of the country: no 204. Talked back to an adult: yEs 205. Broken a law: yes 206. Got pulled over: no 208: Cried to get out of trouble: yes 209. Let a friend cry on your shoulder: yes 210. Kissed a brother's or sister's friend: no 211. Kissed a friend's brother or sister: no 212. Dropped something on the floor and let someone eat it anyways: yes 213. Moon someone: no 214. Shop-lifted: yes 215. Worked at McDonald's: no 216. Eaten a dog: noo 217. Give money to a homeless person: yes 218. Glued your hand to yourself:   yes 219. Kissed someone of the same sex: yes 220. Had a one night stand: no 221. Smoked: yes 222. Done drugs: yes 223. Lose a friend because of your ex: no 224. Slap someone for being stupid: yes 225. Had cyber sex: no. 226. Wish you were the opposite sex: no 227. Caught someone doing something: yes 228. Played a game that removes clothing: yes 229. Cried during a movie: YES 230. Cried over someone: YES 231. Wanted to hook up with a friend: ye 232. Hooked up with someone you barely met: no 233. Ran away from home: yes 234. Cheated on a test: yes

Section Twelve: Would you

235. Bungee jump: HELL YEAH 236. Skydive: YES 237. Swim with dolphins: HELL FUCKIN YEAH 238. Steal a friend's bf or gf: nah 239. Try to be the opposite sex: yeah 240. Lie to the police: yes 241. Run from the police: yeah 242. Lie to your parents: yes 243. Backstab a friend for your own well being: no 244. Be an exotic dancer: yes 245. NQ- Kill the president: Yes...

Section Thirteen: Are you

246. Shy: yes 247. Loud: yes 248. Nice: yes 249: Outgoing:. depends 250: Quiet: yes 251. Mean: yes 252. Emotional: yes 253. Sensitive: yes 254. Gay: Pan 255. Strong: yeah 256. Weak:  yes 257. Caring: yes 258. Dangerous: when it need be 259. Crazy: yeah 260. Spontaneous: yes 261. Funny: yes 262. Sweet: yes 263. Sharing:. si 264. Responsible: ehhh 265. Trustworthy: yeah 266. Open-minded: yes 267. Creative: yes 268. Cute:. I hope so 269. Slick: kinda 270. Smart: yeah 271. Dumb: yeah 272. Evil: eh 273. Ghetto: kind of 274. Classy:  depends on the situation 275. Photogenic: NO 276. Dependable: yeah 277. Greedy: depends on what is at hand 278. Ugly: to myself yes 279. Messy: yes 280. Neat: depends 281. Perverted: Nah 282. Silly: yea 283. A B****: yes 284. A Good Listener: yes 285. A Fighter: yes 286. A Party Animal: Nah 287. A Game Freak: Nah 288. A Computer Freak: Nah

Section Fourteen: Future

289. Dream job: writer 290. Dream house: a small cottage (if I have no kids) or an apartment 291. Husband/Wife: someone really cool, ya know nice, and not psychotic 292. Kids: 2-3 293. Names: OHH I have nameees so If I have girls I want their names to be Cassiopeia, Petra, and or Alexis, and if I have boys I want their names to be Montgomery, Tobias, and or Blake 294. Pets: Cats and or a bearded dragon 295. Car: a green Subaru 296. Age you would want to get married: like 27 or 30? 297. Best Man/Bride's Maid: My friend Dani 298. Honeymoon: Germany

Section Fifteen: Your friends

299. Best friend: Dani 300. Known the longest: k9 301. Craziest: Simon 302. Loudest: Simon 303. Shyest: Simon 304. Best hair: Dani 305. Best eyes: k9 306. Best body: Dani 307. Most Athletic: Dani 308. Hot-Tempered: Simon 309. Most impatient: Simon 310. Shortest: k9 311. Tallest: me (or Simon) 312. Skinniest: Dani 313. Best singer: Dani 314. Funniest: Dani 315. Can always make you laugh: Dani 316. Wish you talked to more: Dani 317. Wish you saw more: Dani 318. Who drives you insane after a while: Simon 319. Who you can stay around forever and never get sick of: Dani 320. Ever lose a friend because you took it to the 'next level': No 321. Whose always been there when you need them: Dani or k9 322. Who is like your family: k9 323. How many friends do you have?: 8 who are kinda close 324. How many are really close? four (Dani, Simon, k9, and Kens

Section Sixteen: The last

325. Thing you ate: Salad 326. Thing you drank: Seltzer Water 327. Thing you wore: A 70's Sunflower jumper and leggings 328. Thing you did:  typed 329. Place you went: School 330. Thing you got pierced or tattooed: Ears 331. Person you saw: My mom 332. Person you hugged: Dani 333. Person you kissed: No 334. NQ- Person you beat to a juicy pulp: noone 335. Person you talked to online: Simon 336. Person you talked to on the phone: k9 337. Song you heard: Diet MTN Dew - Lana Del Rey 338. Show you saw: Star V.S. The Forces of Evil 339. Time you fought with your parents: like yesterday 340. Time you fought with a friend: almost never 341. Words you said: fuck science

Section Seventeen: Now

343. What are you eating: air 344. What are you drinking: air 345. What are you thinking: i don't want to finish my homework 346. What are you wearing: clothes 347. What are you doing: typing 349. Hair: weird 350. Mood: eh 351. Listening to: music 352. Talking to anyone: no 353. Watching anything: music

Section Eighteen: Yes or No

354. Are you a vegetarian: i try to be pescatarian 355. Are you a carnivore: no 356. Are you heterosexual: no 357. Do you like penguins: Yes 358. Do you write poetry: sometimes 359. Do you see stupid people: yes 360. You + Me: whom 361. Do you like the Osbournes: no? 362. Can you see flying pigs: yes 363. Do you sleep with stuffed animals on your bed: yes 364. Are you from Afghanistan: no 365. Is Christina Aguilera ugly: no 366. Are you a zombie: yes 367. Am I annoying you: no 368. Do you bite your nails: yes 369. Can you cross your eyes: yes 370. Do you make your bed in the morning: yes 371. Have you touched someone's private part: yes

Section Nineteen: This or That

372. Winter or Summer: Summer 373. Spring or Autumn: Spring 374. Shakira or Britney: Shakira 375. MTV or VH1: ???? 376. Black or White: Black 377. Yellow or Pink: Yellow 378. Football or Basketball: Football 379. Mobile Phone or Pager: Phone 380. Pen or Pencil: Pencil 381. Cold or Hot: Cold 382. Tattoos or Piercings: Tattoos 383. Inside or Outside: Outside 384. Weed or Alcohol: Weed 385. Coke or Pepsi: Both 386. Tape or Glue: Glue 387. McDonald's or In-n-Out: In-n-Out

Section Twenty: Opinions

388. What do you think about classical music: okay 389. About boy bands: sure 390. About suicide: please try and get help 391. About people who try to force their opinions on you: fuk off 392. About teen pregnancy: stop 393. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years: dead? 394. Who do you think you'll still be friends within 5 years: Dani or Kens 395. About gay men: queens

Section Twenty-One:

396. Do you have a website: no 397. Current weather right now: rain 398. Current time:  8:50 pm 399. Any shout outs: @flower-in-the-ashes 400. Last thoughts: help me