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lucy90712 · 9 months ago

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Road to recovery- part 8

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Part of me was hoping that the hate would slow down a bit but of course it didn't. Every time I checked any form of social media all I saw was people posting about how much they didn't like me and assuming that I'm only friends with Pablo to gain something. I thought I'd be able to handle the comments but I just can't there has been so many more than I thought there would be and people have said such hurtful things about my appearance and my character. Pablo keeps apologising and asking if I'm ok and I just keep telling him I'm fine which is a bit of a lie but I can tell he already feels bad enough I don't want to make him feel worse by telling him how I really feel. The worst part about it is that everyone seems to be drawing attention to the things I was already insecure about which hasn't helped my mental state at all.

Today though I have a chance to cheer myself up a bit as I have a big check up with my doctor to see how my recovery is progressing. I think it's going pretty good so hopefully he agrees and says something positive as that would really lift my spirits. I've been nervous about the appointment today as well which has really made the last few days even more challenging on my mental health but I'm trying to stay positive as I know wallowing in sadness and anxiety won't do me any good.

Alonso came to pick me up a bit before my appointment; when I got in the car I expected him to tease me about everything that happened with the game this weekend but he didn't instead he asked if I was ok. I was going to lie to him too but because he's my brother he knows exactly when I'm lying so I had to tell him the truth. It was kind of nice to get all of my feelings off my chest and Alonso was really supportive and gave me some good advice. He's been through things like this before with getting hate for his performances out on track so he told me to just delete the apps off my phone for a bit that way I'm not tempted to look at what people are saying. In fact he stole my phone and did it for me as I think he knew I probably wouldn't do it myself.

Once I had my phone back I went into the hospital on my own leaving Alonso to wait in the car for me. The wait for my appointment wasn't long at all and then I went in and was immediately taken for some new scans to see how everything was healing. After scans I was subjected to a load of tests on my range of movement, how much weight I could put on my leg and how much pain I was in. The testing was rigorous and honestly quite exhausting as it's been a long time since I've done this much movement with my knee but for the most part it felt good. After I had done everything the doctor left for a while to review it all and look at my scans which left me just staring at the wall hoping to hear good news. Just as I was daydreaming the door opened again and the doctor came back in, his expression was impossible to read which for some reason filled me with a few more nerves.

"Ok Lola things aren't progressing as we would like them too internally you aren't healing as quick as we thought you would and your movement isn't at the range we would expect it to be" he said

"What does that mean?" I asked holding back tears

"For now it doesn't mean too much this can happen as we can't always accurately predict how quickly people will recover but we will set another one of these appointments in a few weeks and if we aren't seeing improvement you may need a second surgery so that we can see what's going on" the doctor explained

"Ok" was all I could manage to say

"I know this isn't what you wanted to hear but don't let it discourage you if you keep working hard you won't need the surgery" he said

We scheduled my next appointment and that was as long as I could hold it together. All of my emotions that I'd been holding onto for the last few days came out all at once, as soon as I left the hospital doors I burst into tears and I couldn't do anything to stop them. I made my way back to where Alonso parked but before I could get into the car Alonso had got out and wrapped me in his arms. He tried to get me to stop crying and tell him what was wrong but I just couldn't he tried everything to help me all of which had worked before but today nothing could stop me. Eventually he gave up and let me get in the car so we could go home because right now all I want is to just go home and get to grips with my emotions as I clearly have a lot to process.

As much as my eyes were filled with tears I could tell that Alonso didn't take the turn to take me back to my place which meant he was going to take me somewhere in hopes of cheering me up. I really didn't want to go wherever it was he was planning to go but I was sobbing too much to tell him to take me home. We went a bit further before the car stopped and I looked round a bit as at first I didn't recognise where we were but then I saw Pablo's house and realised we were just down the street. I should've known Alonso was going to bring me here but this is the last place I want to be I don't want Pablo to see me like this. I knew we said we would help each other out but I know for a fact Pablo is doing better and I know he's in a better place mentally and I don't want to ruin that by projecting my problems onto him that wouldn't be fair.

Alonso had to practically drag me out of the car and down the road which was rather easy for him as I'm not strong enough to put up too much of a fight. We walked down the street to Pablo's house where Alonso left me to ring the doorbell, part of me was hoping that he wouldn't be in even though he said he had no plans today. Of course after just a few seconds the door opened and I locked eyes with Pablo who straight away rushed over as quick as he could and wrapped me up in his arms. I wanted to stop crying but for some reason I only cried more once I was in Pablo's arms it was like he made me feel safe enough to truly let all of my feelings out. Pablo said a few words to my brother before taking me inside and allowing him to leave.

Pablo took me to the sofa and allowed me to settle into his embrace with my head buried in his chest so he couldn't see my tear stained and probably red and puffy face. His hand was gently stroking my back trying to calm me down while he whispered comforting words in my ears. It wasn't anything special what he was doing but hearing his words and feeling his hands on me did wonders in helping calm my emotions which I didn't have any control over. As my tears began to slow down Pablo kept rubbing my back and he even wiped some of the tears from my face that he could reach as I was still hiding most of my face. I never would've thought he would be so good at comforting me I mean he's always so hyper and full of energy I never imagined that he'd be any good at keeping calm and radiating that onto others but clearly he is. Once I had completely stopped crying and my breathing was getting back to normal Pablo put a hand under my chin and got me to look at him.

"Can you tell me what's wrong I hate seeing you so upset and I want to help" he said

"The doctor said my knee isn't healing properly and I might need another surgery if things don't get better" I said still sniffling slightly

"I'm sorry that sounds awful but that's not the only thing on your mind is it" he probed further

"No that's it" I lied

"Don't lie to me please just tell me what's wrong I'll do whatever I can to help and I won't judge you you know that" he said

Damn why doesn't he have to be able to read me like a book.

"Ok I've been getting a lot of hate since we were seen together at the game and it's been getting to me a bit I thought I could handle it as I'm used to criticism but I can't some people are just so mean" I admitted letting a few more tears fall

"I knew it was getting to you people on social media are assholes because they don't feel the consequences of what they say but none of what they say is true" he said

"But they keep talking about how I must be using you or how I don't deserve to even be friends with you which that part is kind of true" I rambled

"No it's not true I can't even imagine what my life would be like without you I love spending time with you just because you aren't famous doesn't mean you don't deserve to be friends with me and despite what they say I know you aren't using me I know you would never do that" he said

"And before you say anything all of the things they say about your appearance aren't true either you are beautiful inside and out and they are just jealous" he added

Hearing him say that put a smile on my face. Pablo has never really complimented me before he's told me my outfit was cool a few times but he's never called me beautiful so hearing it made me feel a lot better about myself. He must've noticed that I was finally smiling again as he told me I looked pretty when I smiled which only made my cheeks heat up but luckily my face was already red from crying so Pablo probably wouldn't have noticed. Although I kind of wish he knew how he made me feel because as time goes on it's getting harder and harder to hide my true feelings from him.

Pablo's POV

The pain in her eyes just shattered my heart. She's been my rock throughout every step of the way so far so to see her breakdown right in front of me really hurt. This whole time she's been the strong one never letting anything get to her but finally it's caught up with her and part of it's my fault because we got seen together at the game and now people are tearing her apart and one person can only handle so much. I feel so awful that I'm part of the reason she's so upset but knowing that I can be there for her and calm her down makes me feel a bit better. When she arrived she was hysterical and her brother told me he couldn't get a word out of her so he wanted me to try so that's what I did. I'm not very good at keeping myself calm at times let alone other people but I tried my best and after a while of just rubbing her back and whispering to her she calmed down. It felt good to be the one to help her because she's done so much for me that anything I can do to even remotely repay that I'll do in a heartbeat.

Hearing the way she criticised herself as well it pained me. She's the most beautiful and kind person I've ever met so to hear her say that she thought she didn't deserve to be friends with me hurt but what hurt more was to see that those horrible people got to her and made her feel insecure in herself. Throughout the time we've known each other I've always wanted to tell her just how beautiful she is but I've refrained as I know once I open the flood gates there's no going back. Once I start complimenting her I'm scared that I'll let my feelings show but today she needed it so I knew I had to take the risk. Seeing the smile that my compliments gave her made the risk feel worth it though as I'd do anything to keep her smiling 24/7.

Looking into her eyes as she smiled and blushed at my words made me feel some type of way. I've felt something for her since we first met and I've kept those feelings repressed until now but I don't know if I can do it any longer. She's just the most perfect girl I've ever met and I don't want to lose her whether that be to another guy or to the fear of what us being friends might mean for her. I have to tell her how I feel in hopes that as long as she feels the same way it gives her a reason to stick around even when things are tough like they are right now. As scary as it is I have to take the risk.

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stardustprompts · 1 year ago

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the outsider - stephen king sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ; death , language , mental health

‘i’ve got a good feeling about this.’

‘how’s the other guy look?’

‘I think I’ll wait for my lawyer.’

‘doesn’t look like a monster, does he?’

‘please stop nagging me!’

‘this is a nightmare.’

‘you’re in shit up to your waist and it’s getting deeper.’

‘drop the bullshit and confess.’

‘you have the wrong man.’

‘this is awful. it’s like the whole world turned upside down.’

‘I don’t like that. I don’t like it at all.’

‘you got him. you got him, so what’s wrong?’

‘i’ve made some mistakes, but nothing like this. it’s as if I went blind.’

‘it made sense then and it makes sense now.’

‘that happens to be the dirty truth.’

‘I don’t expect you to believe it, but it’s the truth.’

‘don’t you want to know what happened?’

‘don’t you want to get this right?’

‘you are going to die.’

‘this is your chance to clear your conscience.’

‘you did what you had to do.’

‘did you come here to convince me or yourself?’

‘it’s just a loose thread that isn’t loose anymore.’

‘I haven’t said a word against you. why would I?’

‘your fucking point is fucking taken.’

‘belief isn’t the point. it’s a metaphor.’

‘sometimes the tracks just stop, and we have to live with that.’

‘time to do something besides brood.’

‘let’s go back to bed. I think I can sleep now.’

‘I don’t believe in the supernatural.’

‘you scared the hell out of me.’

‘you had your think-face on.’

‘you need to get out of here.’

‘I need to talk to you. please let me talk to you.’

‘I had my reasons, but they weren’t good reasons.’

‘I feel broken.’

‘you’re in a hell of a mess.’

‘i’m tired of this. and I’m tired of you.’

‘I made a mistake i’ll carry with me for the rest of my life.’

‘what I’m saying is that I understand why you lost perspective.’

‘it doesn’t make things better, but thanks.’

‘maybe we’re all on the same side here.’

‘I have a crazy idea. want to hear?’

‘that is weird, but probably not substantive.’

‘you see what I meant when I said this just keeps getting weirder and weirder.’

‘so is that what you think we’ve got here? the boogeyman?’

‘do you think I’m crazy? is that it?’

‘there is something very wrong about this. the more you find, the wronger it gets.’

‘wake up, (name)! wake up to what's right in front of you!’

‘I can’t accept it. it goes against everything I’ve believed my whole life.’

‘you’re stronger than that.’

‘(name) is dead. you can let it go.’

‘can’t you let this go now?’

‘i’ll tread with utmost caution.’

‘don’t expect any sympathy from me.’

‘I think it’s good that you’re sad. I hope you’ll be sad for a long time.’

‘anything is possible. anything at all. the world is full of nooks and crannies.’

‘if you tell anyone that, I’d have to kill you.’

‘you know what they say, there are none so blind as those who will not see.’

‘so what? he went crazy, and crazy people don’t give a shit.’

‘don’t move. if you move, I’ll kill you. if you scream, I’ll kill you.’

‘i’ve been threatened before.’

‘i’ve been threatened before. any cop worth their salt has been threatened.’

‘may I say that I think you’re being sort of a fool?’

‘you may be opening the door on things far beyond your ability to understand.’

‘I can’t believe that. I will never believe that.’

‘I believe that you believe.’

‘I know you made a mistake. I know you’re trying to atone for it. but what if you’re making a worse mistake by keeping on?’

‘i'm no genius, but I didn’t hit my head falling out of the dumb- tree, either.’

‘this case is like a zombie that won’t stay dead.’

‘I know how far out it is, we all do, you don’t need to keep telling us, like you’re the only sane man in the lunatic asylum.’

‘you’re making leap I’m not ready to make.’

‘I’m not a hundred percent on board with this myself.’

‘you need to at least keep the possibility in mind.’

‘if you run into something you can’t handle … back off. and come home to me.’

‘I need to tell you something, and it’s important. are you listening?’

‘you’re a good man, (name). a good man who made a bad mistake. you’re not the first to do that, and you won’t be the last.’

‘you have to live with that, and I’ll help you. make it better if you can, but please don’t make it worse.’

‘you need some sleep. you look very tired.’

‘sometimes it seems as if the more tired I am, the harder it is to go to sleep. especially if I’m worried and anxious.’

‘if you want to live, you better run for it!’

‘I have no appetite for your bullshit.’

‘you’re sort of amazing.’

‘no offense, but your sense of humor is a little weak. you should work on that.’

‘this is a horrible place, isn’t it?’

‘I can’t let you leave. it seems we’re at a standoff.’

‘people are blind to explanations that lie outside their perception of reality.’

‘you never should have come looking for me.’

‘overconfidence breeds carelessness. cops see a lot of that.’

‘that’s all you are to me—- cattle.’

‘I can’t do it again, (name). not ever. ever ever ever!’

‘that’s not me being funny, that’s true admiration.’

‘you’ve been through this before. or something like it, haven’t you?’

‘I don’t think I’ll ever be together again.’

‘sometimes life can be very poopy.’

‘is it over? that’s all I care about. is it really over?’

‘dreams are the way we touch the unseen world, that’s what I believe. they are a special gift.’

‘i'm a very curious person. sometimes that gets me into trouble.’

‘if you can’t let go of the past, the mistakes you’ve made will eat you alive.’

‘what you’re feeling … and I’m feeling … that’s normal.’

‘reality is thin ice, but most people skate on it their whole lives and never fall through until the very end. we did fall through, but we helped each other out.’

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jessicaloons · 8 months ago

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Chapter 38:

You gotta step into the daylight and let it all go…

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Charles POV:

I watched Lizzie finish packing. Headphones on. Singing quietly to herself. The first light of the day illuminating her frame made her look ethereal. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, although the doorbell rang for the third time already. Sighing I got up, answering the door for an annoyed Arthur.

"About time!" he grumbled when he walked inside "Are you guys ready?"

"Almost." I answered and Arthur plopped down on the sofa, scrolling through his phone when he sat up a little.

"Is the radio on?" he asked and I shook my head.

"No. That’s Lizzie."

"That’s Lizzie?" he asked and looked towards the bedroom "Damn. She should record some songs instead of you with your sad piano songs…"

"Ouch. Thanks…" I said and threw my phone charger into my backpack. Although I had to admit that Arthur wasn’t that wrong about Lizzie.

"Why did I never hear her sing before?" Arthur asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"She usually never sings when someone is around. Under the shower maybe or when she works out alone. In the car. But mostly when she’s alone."

"Hmm okay. What a shame…" he mumbled, before he turned back to his phone, humming along to Lizzie’s song.

"Yeah… a real shame…" I whispered and went to the bedroom, where Lizzie just closed up her suitcase "Ready? Arthur just came."

"Yeah I think I have everything." she closed her eyes for a moment and mumbled something "Yep. I got everything. Let’s go."

She took her bag from the bed and flinched a little, her face scrunching up, dropping the bag.

"Are you okay?" I asked and stepped closer.

"Yeah, yeah. I’m fine." she smiled and grabbed her bag again.

"I’ll take it." I took it from her hand and turned around, making a note to myself to have an eye on her.

"If it’s not the girl with the golden voice." Arthur got up and hugged Lizzie to his side, kissing her cheek "If one day you’re having enough of showing the boys who’s the best on track, you should consider becoming a singer. I would buy everything you release. Even if it’s break up songs about my brother."

"No ones breaking up with anyone!" I punched his upper arm and he chuckled.

"What are you even talking about?" Lizzie chimed in and Arthur looked at her.

"I heard you singing. It was beautiful."

"What… when… did you… ?" she stammered, blushing a little "It was not beautiful. Stop it." she walked into the hallway, slipping on her shoes "Can we leave now?"

"Yeah… sure." Arthur looked at me but I only shook my head.

"Let’s go."

I watched her laughing with Carla. Looking through some magazines, shaking her head in disbelief.

"What’s going on?" Lorenzo asked, plopping down next to me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my eyes not leaving Lizzie for a moment.

"You watch her the whole time. But not in this love sick puppy kinda way. More in a concerned kind of way? So, what’s going on?"

"We- you have to promise me that you don’t tell anyone, Enzo! Really!" I began and he nodded "We went to see Diaz a couple of days ago…"

"Diaz? The guy who tortured her for years? Tried to kill her? That Diaz?" his eyes widened and I nodded "Why? Why would you do that?"

"His doctor called Lizzie and she wanted to go. And then he began to unpack his whole doing… and what he revealed… Enzo I swear I wanted to kill him. Just crush his head into the table. End his life…" I said bitterly.

"How is she dealing with it all?"

"It’s Lizzie? I tried to talk to her. Tried to make her open up. But she shrugged me off, saying she’s fine… but she’s not. I just know it." I sighed, leaning back, right as Charlotte appeared with something to drink for us.

"I don’t want to interrupt. Here are your drinks and I’m already gone." she kissed Enzo’s cheek and left, joining Lizzie and Carla.

"Maybe you just need to show her that you’re here for her. That she can talk to you when she needs to. Don’t push her…" he suggested and I nodded slowly.

"I know… but I hate it. I hate that she always closes off like this." I groaned.

"Oh come on… you know her now for how long? Almost 20 years? You should be used to it by now." Lorenzo laughed and I threw my head back, chuckling a little.

"I should be… you’re right…"

The sun was burning down on us, Liam and Benji playing in the pool with Arthur, Carla and Daniel. Our mothers cooking dinner, Juergen, Enzo and Marcus talking about football and Sissy and Charlotte about the latest fashion trends. Lizzie was nowhere to be found and I got up from my lounger, looking for her. I found her in our bedroom, hissing in pain when she bent down, picking up her sunglasses.

"Cara mia?" I asked her and she flinched.

"Fucking hell! You scared the living shit out of me!" she chuckled a little and sat down on the bed.

"Are you okay?" I sat down next to her and she nodded.

"Yeah. Besides my almost heart attack…"

"Sorry." I kissed her temple "Did you hurt yourself?"

"No? Why?" she lied. I could hear it in her voice.

"I thought I heard you hissing in pain…"

"Umm- I stubbed my toe. But it’s okay. Nothing bad." another lie.

"Okay… are you coming out? We’re all downstairs and I was wondering where you’re at…" I decided to not push her on that matter as well. For now.

"Yeah I just wanted to grab my book." she smiled at me, getting up. But I grabbed her wrist pulling her down in my lap. Maybe I could try it now.

"Can we talk about Madrid?" I whispered, her head turning away.

"What about Madrid?" she replied.

"What Diaz said? What he revealed? We haven’t talked about it yet…" I began but she already shook her head.

"There’s nothing to talk about. He’s locked up. We walked out there, he didn’t."

"Hey…" I grabbed her chin, tilting her head towards me "There is still a lot to talk about. How do you feel? With everything he said?"

"It’s in the past. It happened. I’m over it now. No need to talk about it." she got up and left.

I sighed and followed her after a couple of minutes. Downstairs she laid on one of the sun islands, lost in her book already. I decided to jump into the pool, trying to enjoy these days with our families.

"Can we go on the boat tomorrow again? I really love being on it!" Benji asked, swimming up to me.

"Yeah sure, why not…" I said putting him on my shoulders, just as Arthur sat Liam on his ready for a little fight "Ready?"

"And I really can’t fall off?" Liam whispered and I shook my head. Every year the same question.

"Bubba I would never let you fall off!" I held my hand out to him and he took it after taking a deep breath. He sat down in front of me and I grabbed onto the handlebar of the jet ski "See? You’re caged in. Grab the handlebar as well and you won’t fall off!"

"Okay." Liam nodded and held onto the handlebar for dear life "But can we go slow first?"

"Of course. You tell me when to go faster, okay?"

He nodded again and we went off, slowly at first but soon he was laughing and urging me to go faster to hunt Arthur and Benji. The sun above was burning down and soon we saw Lizzie waving at us from the yacht and we returned.

"That was so cool! Can we do it tomorrow again?" Liam chirped when I helped him off the jet ski onto the boat where Lizzie waited.

"Bubba we’re going hiking tomorrow! There are some beautiful trails to explore and a nice beach at the end!" she said and he rolled his eyes "Hey! I saw that!"

"Why are we going hiking? I thought it’s our vacation." he mumbled walking up the stairs, still pouting.

"Are you sure we should go tomorrow?" I carefully asked Lizzie and she cocked an eyebrow.

"Why shouldn’t we?"

"You seem to be a little… I don’t know… are you okay?" I stepped onto the platform and she cocked an eyebrow.

"Why shouldn’t I be?"

I sighed, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into me. My forehead pressed against hers.

"What’s with your back?" I whispered and she tensed up "You flinch sometimes when you get up or bend down. Or grabbing slightly heavy things. I could go on…"

"It’s nothing." she replied, trying to pull away.

"No, no. You stay." I scolded "I’m just worried, okay?"

"My back is a little tense… for some time now. JK knows about it. We work on it. It’s all fine." she reassured me, sounding annoyed.

"Okay… you would tell me if it wasn’t okay?"

"I would."

I knew that she wouldn’t tell me. But for now I had to leave it be. I couldn’t put more pressure on her. Not after Madrid. Not after she hasn’t opened up about how she felt after everything Diaz revealed last week.

"Okay. Let’s go then. I’m starving." I kissed her cheek and pulled her with me up the stairs where the rest of our family was waiting.

"Is the trail suitable for… elderly people?" Arthur asked, whispering the last part.

"Hey!" our parents exclaimed all at the same time.

"Who are you calling elderly people?" Juergen looked at him.

"Unbelievable! How dare you!" Maman shook her head.

"Yeah! Respect your elders, Arthi!" Lizzie said and Juergen threw a bread roll at her.

"Food fight!" Liam chirped but I stopped his hand, already going for his plate.

"No, no, no! No food fight!" I laughed and he sighed dramatically, slumping back down in his seat.

"Boring." he grumbled and I nudged his shoulder a little.

"Come on! That food looks delicious! You want to throw that away?" I asked him.

"It would be funny… but eating it is fine too… I guess." Liam sat up and took a bit out of his bread.

"What’s now with the trail? Is it a tough one? Please not. This is our holiday, we don’t need some excessive work out sessions!" Sissy asked and Lizzie shook her head.

"It’s fine. A little rocky at some parts, busy mostly it’s even and nice to walk." she replied.

"The last time you said something would be a nice walk, we were hiking and climbing for almost 5 hours!" Arthur said and I had to laugh.

"You’re an athlete! You shouldn’t complain!"

"I’m on holiday! I deserve rest!"

"Don’t worry, Arthi, it’s fine. I promise."

"If not, I’m throwing you over board." he mumbled.

I woke up, Lizzie next to me rummaging frantically through her bag, her forehead pinched together.

"Cara mia?" I asked, looking for my phone "What are you looking for?"

"Painkiller…" she mumbled and I sat up.

"Why?"

"Headache… ughhh where are my meds?" she groaned, throwing her bag away, flinching at the loud thud it made, when it landed on the floor.

"Lay back, I get it…" I brushed her arm slightly and got up "It’s all in your cosmetic bag…"

I walked into the bathroom, looking for her bag, grabbing the painkillers and filled a glass with water.

"Here." I handed her the blister and the glass of water.

"Thank you Charlie…" she whispered and plopped two pills out of the blister, swallowing them down with some water.

"That bad?" I asked her and she snuggled back into her pillow, eyes closed, making grabby hands towards me.

"It will get better… just a little more sleep. What time is it?" she yawned, cuddling into me as soon as I laid down next to her.

"Half past five… you can sleep for a bit… I’ll wake you, don’t worry." I kissed her head and she nodded silently "But if you don’t feel better, we can stay in? We don’t have to join the others."

"And let them go alone on the hike? I would never hear the end of that! Sending them on a hike while staying back!" Lizzie murmured and I chuckled "I’ll be fine. Don’t worry. As soon as the painkillers kick in and I had a little bit more sleep…"

"Alright, cara mia, sleep now."

The headache from the morning still present, I felt the tension in my back getting worse as well, a dull pain with every step that I took made me flinch. JK and I had to work on it as soon as we were back from our holiday. I watched how the rest of our group walked ahead, the gap to us getting slightly bigger. I felt Charles eyes on me, when I sat down on a big rock.

"I need a little break." I breathed out, trying to smile.

"Are you okay?" Charles kneeled down in front of me and I nodded.

"I just need to catch my breath." I grinned and kissed him, he looked at me for a moment.

"Are you really okay?" Charles asked me and cocked an eyebrow "Or do you just want to have a quiet moment with me?"

"I’m exhausted and in pain. Okay?" I pouted and he scooted closer.

"Where does it hurt?" he whispered and I pointed at my temple and Charles immediately kissed me there "Better?"

"Mmhhh… yeah." I sighed "But it also hurts here…" I pointed at my forehead where he placed another kiss "and here…" my cheek received the next kiss "and here is the pain the worst!" I pointed at my lips and Charles grinned, before he cradled my face between his hands.

"Oh no! I can’t let you be in this much pain!" he said and looked for a second at my lips, licking his own before he leaned in, pressing his lips onto mine, sealing our lips together.

I felt like floating away. Everything around me disappeared. It was only Charles and I. How it always was supposed to be. Just his touch made me forget about my pain. I was lost in our own little bubble when someone cleared their throat and Charles pulled away from me, looking up.

"Everything alright?" the guide asked.

"What? Oh! Yeah! Sure!" Charles laughed and got up, pulling me with him "Come on."

"Alright, there it goes, our quiet moment alone together." I sighed.

"Don’t be such a drama queen." Charles chuckled, pinching my side "Keep moving! Come on now pretty girl! This hike was your idea after all!"

"Yeah yeah! I know… but believe me! It will be worth it!" I said as we caught up to our family again.

And I was right. It was worth it. The reward was a beautiful secluded beach, turquoise, crystal clear water and a dreamy beach, a large picnic already set up for us.

"Food!" Arthur, Liam and Benji almost shouted and were already gone, exploring the buffet.

"That looks amazing!" Mum said and Pascale nodded.

"That’s a good reward after that hike! We definitely need to talk about what you think is an easy trail…" she puffed out and I smiled apologetic.

"I’m sorry! It looked like an easy one!"

"Easy for you isn’t easy for us! We’re not professional athletes like you!" Mum said and I laughed.

"Noted. Next time I check if the trail is suited for elders…" I sticked my tongue out and began running away, Dad already hot on my heels.

"See what elders can do? Run, Lizzie, run!" he laughed and I pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it away, I slipped out of my shoes and pulled my shorts down, right before I ran down the shore, throwing myself into the water.

"Catch me, old man!" I yelled but he stopped at the shore, looking at me.

"Another time…" he rolled his eyes playfully and I laughed, enjoying the cool water.

"Can I come out now? I’m hungry…" I asked and he laughed.

"Get out there then."

The next days were spent at the beach, the pool of our house or on Charles yacht. I did some exercises that JK sent me for my back and the pain submerged a little, the tension stayed though.

We walked up to the yacht, the men standing around a huge package, 2 men talking to them, hands flailing around.

"What’s going on there?" Mum asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"No idea. But whatever is in that box? It must be something fun, look at their faces." I chuckled and as soon as we entered the boat Liam and Benji came running towards us.

"Charlie ordered a slide! A huuuge slide that you can attach to the boat!" Liam almost screamed.

"So cool!" Benji added and I had to laugh,

I followed them back upstairs where Charles and the rest of our men were standing and looked at him "A slide?"

"Inflatable. Looked like a lot of fun." he shrugged his shoulders and I shook my head, laughing "You’ll see!"

"I’m not doubting it."

"I need to listen to the instructions now!" he kissed my cheeks and then turned back to the group of men.

"Boys and their toys." Pascale laughed and we went back downstairs to store away the food and beverages we bought for our little boat trip tomorrow.

After an hour I saw how the two men were leaving and went upstairs.

"Where’s the slide?" I teased a little and Charles pulled me into him.

"We can’t use it here in the harbour… besides, it’s already a little too late, no? If we want to make the reservation at the restaurant we have to leave soon, you ladies will be grumpy if you don’t have long enough time to get ready…" he chuckled and I glared at him.

"You need almost as long as I do."

"Maybe not almost… okay, okay! Yeah! You’re right."

"Thank you." I kissed his cheek and together with the rest we left the yacht, back to our house to get ready for our dinner.

Charles POV:

I watched Lizzie sleeping, her chest rising and falling with every breath she took, a soft little snore every other minute. A little frown on her face. I gently traced the lines on her forehead, easing away the frown and she turned to me, snuggling into my side, kissing my shoulder up to my cheek.

"What time is it?" she yawned and I shook my head a little.

"I don’t know? 6? 7? Too early to get up…" I whispered and she sighed a little.

"Too early to get up…" she repeated, her cold hand travelling down my chest "But maybe not too early to be up…"

I chuckled and pulled her into me, littering her neck and jaw with tiny kisses before I silenced her moan with an all consuming kiss. With one swift move I pinned her done underneath me, kissing her fiercely. Her hands travelling down my sides, fiddling with the waistband of my sweatpants.

"We have to be quiet…" I whispered against her lips and she nodded, her cheeks pink.

"Charles…" she whined and I kissed her again, shushing her.

"Behave, pretty girl." I chuckled a little, pushing myself up a little, helping her discarding my sweatpants.

As soon as the pants were gone, Lizzie began pushing down her own shorts, huffing when her slip didn’t budge.

"Impatient as ever." I whispered, tracing the lacy fabric covering her folds.

"Stop teasing and help me!" she puffed out and I pecked her lips but then obeyed.

As soon as she lay bare beneath me I looked her up and down, still mesmerised by her beauty.

"You’re perfect." I kissed my way down her neck, along her collarbone, my hands gently caressing the swell of her breasts "So beautiful."

Right when I started my journey further down her body the door slammed open, Liam running into our room. Automatically I grabbed the sheets pulling them above me and Lizzie, before I rolled off of her, sitting up next to her.

"Can we do the slide today?" Liam chirped running past mine and Lizzie’s discarded clothes scattered across the floor.

"Umm- yeah… sure… but isn’t it a bit early?" I said nervously.

"Liam!" Sissy grabbed him, her look trained to the floor "Sorry. Sorry. Sorry." she ran out the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

I turned, looking at Lizzie. Pure horror, shock and embarrassment on her red face. Eyes wide.

"Cara mia?" I asked, cupping her cheek.

"The door was unlocked?" she whispered, shaking her head.

"I didn’t lock it when we went to bed last night? Did you? No… so of course it was unlocked." I said and she sat up abruptly.

"This…" her hands flying between us "This will never happen again during this trip." she grabbed the sheets and wrapped it around her, getting up.

"Oh come on!" I laughed, falling back into the pillows, watching her making her way into the bathroom.

"Nope."

"Then I’m glad that this trip is over in 3 days!"

"Road trip! Road trip! Road trip!" Liam chanted excitedly when Daniel strapped him into the car seat and I had to laugh "Just in the wrong car."

"Ouch… thanks." Daniel said and Liam shook his head.

"I just love Charlie’s Pista." he said quickly but Daniel chuckled.

"It’s all good, little man. I can show you that I can drive just as fast as Charlie in his Pista." he stated and Sissy rolled her eyes.

"Boys! This is not a race!" she scolded us and Lizzie nodded.

"Exactly, because how could you call it a race when the best driver out of us 3 is not racing." she wiggled her eyebrows and her sister groaned.

"There are too many racing drivers in this family!" she mumbled and Daniel pulled her into his side.

"And your kiddo is on his way to become one too…" he joked but Liam clapped excitedly.

"Yep! I’m the next Doetterer to win a race! And then the world championship!" Liam said proudly.

"Yes you are, Bubba!" I gave him a high 5 and he smiled at me.

When we got in the car, Lizzie took her phone out and began typing away.

"How is Andrea?" I asked and she smiled.

"She’s good, she’s a little annoyed that they have to do this trip now, her due date is in 2 weeks and she wanted to stay at home, but Simon’s family practically insisted on seeing them before the baby arrives… so yeah. I’m kinda happy tho… so I can see her and Debbie. It’s been a long time."

"I’m sorry that you don’t see them as much as you want to, since you’re living in Monaco…"

"It was my choice to move, don’t apologise. And it’s okay. We FaceTime a lot, the same goes for Julia and Alex. It’s just hard to see them grow up like this… whenever I see them it’s almost like they grew another 10 centimetre. Or can talk now. Have their first teeth… it was the same with Benji, when Marcus and Lisa moved away…" she said, looking out the window.

"I know how hard it was for you. You were already gone a lot and then at home you almost never had the time to go and see Benji…" I took her hand and interlaced our fingers.

"I wish they would all move to Monaco…" she sighed and I nodded.

"That would be amazing. But then again, I just know how much you love Germany. Home. Your house! You would be the first to protest if your parents would decide to sell the house!" I laughed and she nodded after a while.

"We moved in there when I was 5? It’s the only home that I know… all the renovations over the years. How Mum decided one day she wants an open floor plan, just like she had seen it in the shows in HGTV and dad had to tear down the wall between kitchen and living room. Or when Marcus moved out! The chain reaction that followed which made us all somehow switch rooms, just not Sissy! Or when Dad and I began with the loft above the garage!" Lizzie leaned her head back, reminiscing.

"My favourite project was the pool. The whole backyard in general. And it was a good work out." I said and she laughed.

"That summer my crush on you went through the roof!"

"What?" I turned my head a little, looking at her.

"You were all sweaty, hair messy and then you took off your shirt and I was done for." she giggled a little and I pulled her hand to my lips, kissing the back of it.

"I wasn’t looking very impressive, tho."

"My 15 year old self thought differently." she shrugged her shoulders and I laughed.

"Funny, that summer was the first time that I said it out loud that I’m in love with you…" I said after a while and she blushed adorably.

"Why?"

"You wore that white dress, it was super flowy and cute and you just looked amazing… we went to that little summer festival and on the way back it began to rain but instead of running away, looking for a cover, you began to dance in the rain, to a melody only you could hear… you looked so beautiful. And then I said it out loud 'God I’m so in love with you'… Daniel clapped me on the back and said that it’s good that I finally admitted it, now I just had to tell you… and it took me almost 10 years to finally confess my feelings…"

"We were both pretty oblivious and stupid." she sighed and I nodded.

"True… but we’re all good now. You and I. We’re buying our own place together. All's well that ends well to end up with you."

"Oh stop!" she chuckled.

Andrea, Simon and Debbie joined us for dinner and right after that Simon and I left with Liam, who stayed with us for the day, and Debbie to the park right across the street, so that the two girls could a little. After a while of playing football in the sun I had to use the bathroom and returned back, Lizzie said she would go and look after Simon and the kids and if they maybe were down for an ice cream. When I left the bathroom, Andrea stood at the counter, holding her belly.

"Oh…" she breathed out and I looked at her.

"Are you okay?"

"Umm… I- I don’t know. I mean yeah sure, I’m okay… can you get Simon, please?" she said nervously and I nodded.

"Here, sit down and… wait, I’ll be back in a moment!" I helped her sit down and then already ran down the stairs, across the street where Simon, Lizzie, Debbie and Liam were playing football.

"Charles?" Lizzie spotted me first and Simon turned around.

"Andrea, she- she needs you!" I said and Simeon made big eyes "Oh! Wait! It’s nothing bad! She said she’s okay, she just asked for you! Sorry!"

"Oh, okay!" he picked up Debbie and we walked back "Maybe she was right… coming here wasn’t the best idea."

"Yeah, probably. But it’s like this now." Lizzie patted his arm and then looked at me annoyed "I hate it."

"Stop grumbling. Come on now!" I pulled her and Liam with me.

Back in the flat Simon hurried to his pregnant girlfriend who was slightly sweaty.

"Are you okay?" he kneeled down in front of her.

"NO! Coming here was a bad idea!" Andrea whisper shouted "Your son decided to come. Now. Get me to the hospital! Now!"

"Oh… umm okay! Yes!" Simon stood up looking at Debbie.

"We take care of her. You go." Lizzie said, taking Debbie from his arms. "Go!"

"Take care and don’t forget to call when you need anything!" I said and they both kissed Debbie’s cheeks.

"Behave and be a good girl!" Andrea said.

"Thank you guys!" Simon grabbed Andrea’s bag and they already left through the door.

Liam and Debbie looking at us with big eyes. We decided to calm them down a little, Lizzie asked if they wanted some fruit and they both nodded.

I sat down with the kids at the coffee table and we were drawing some pictures, doing little puzzle when I watched Lizzie cutting some fruits in small chunks, phone between her shoulder and head.

"Is Mami okay?" Debbie asked and I nodded.

"Of course, she’s just umm… she’s getting your baby brother, you know? And tomorrow you’re a big sister!" I said and she nodded.

"How did he get in there?"

I froze. Looking at her. My mind reeling.

"How does a baby get in mums belly?" she asked curiously, Liam next to her looking at me expectantly.

"When- umm when two people love each other really much, then… then a baby begins to grow…" I stuttered, looking for Lizzie, who was still on the phone with Simon.

"So, does Lizzie also have a baby? In her belly?" Liam asked right as Lizzie ended the phone call, taking the plate and entering the living room.

"Lizzie… help me!" I scrambled off the sofa, looking at her desperately.

"What’s happening?" she asked, setting down the plate.

"I asked Charlie how my baby brother got into Mami’s belly." Debbie snatched a melon chunk from the plate, looking at Lizzie.

"And what did Charlie say?" she turned to me, smirking.

"He said that when two people love each other a baby will grow." Liam stuffed another apple slice into his mouth not really caring about the conversation.

"What?" Lizzie’s eyes widened.

"Do you have a baby in your belly, Lizzie?" Debbie asked and I looked apologetically at Lizzie.

"Umm-… no, I don’t… it’s umm-… it’s a little more complex than that…" she stammered, when my phone vibrated.

"I have to take this!" I said, taking my phone out walking backwards, while Lizzie glared at me "I’ll be back!" I turned around and left the room "You saved me!"

"Okay? You welcome, I guess?" Andrea said at the other end of the line.

"The kids wanted to know where babies are coming from…" I sighed and he laughed.

"And what did you say?"

"That when two people love each other really much a baby will grow…" I mumbled and Andrea lost it "And then I left, after they asked Lizzie if she has a baby in her belly… she’ll kill me. I could see it in her eyes."

"Oh she definitely will kill you."

After Liam was picked up by Sissy and we visited Andrea and her newborn baby boy in the hospital, dropping off Debbie, we came back to our apartment, getting bed ready.

"Did you ever thought about it?" I asked her and she looked up from her book "About us having kids?"

"Where’s that coming from?" she replied, looking at me curiously.

"I mean after this whole 'where do babys come from?' and after Liam asked if you had a baby in your belly? I don’t know, I kinda imagined you with a baby belly…" I said and she closed her book, sitting up.

"Are you surprised he asked that? 'When two people really love each other a baby grows'? Like it’s a plant?" Lizzie chuckled and I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Yeah, like a plant! That’s not even the worst comparison…" I answered, trying to sound serious, but failed miserably.

"You’re a dork! You’ll be my plant daddy then or what?" she laughed and I nudged her shoulder.

"Oh come on! I’m serious! Did you ever think about it?" I asked her again, a little excitement in my voice. Something Lizzie caught immediately.

"I never thought actively about it? Like I mean I know that I want kids one day and obviously I want them with you…" she looked at me, her big blue eyes sparkling.

"Good. That’s good to know!" I replied and leaned back against the headboard.

"Yeah?" she asked and snuggled into my side.

"A beautiful little baby girl, looking just like her mum? I would be the happiest guy on earth… I mean I am already… so probably I’d be the happiest guy in the universe…" I whispered and kissed the crown of her head.

"And then I want a little baby boy looking just like his handsome dad… with his beautiful eyes, gorgeous smile and charming dimples…" she sighed and I couldn’t stop smiling, thinking about a future with two beautiful kids and my beautiful Lizzie.

"Sounds perfect to me. Paradise on earth."

"Call me as soon as you arrive!" Charles hugged me close and I nodded.

"I will!" I kissed his cheek and he opened my door for me.

"And please drive carefully!" he whispered against my lips, before he pressed a soft kiss on them.

"You know me." I chuckled, getting in the drivers seat.

"Exactly my point!" he closed the door "You just have to wait for a week and then you can race again, so please, cara mia."

"I promise I will drive safe and I won’t speed too much." I reassured him and he leaned in, kissing my cheek.

"I see you in Zandvoort?"

"Yup." I put my seatbelt on and started the engine "And please go and see a doc because of your ear."

"Yeah yeah." he sighed and stepped back a little.

"I’m serious!" I chided and he nodded.

"I promise! Now go! I love you."

"I love you too." I smiled at him and drove off, straight to Neuburg, preparing for the second half of the season.

The streets were quite empty and I made the whole trip in less than 6.5 hours. I parked the car and got outside, seeing that Julie was already waiting for me.

"Welcome back. I have good news and bad news and I’m sorry, but they can’t wait." she greeted me and I chuckled, hugging her.

"Let’s start with the bad news, shall we." I said as we walked in and she sighed a little.

"Netflix wants to start filming as soon as possible. They want to talk to you if you would be down for an exclusive interview about everything that has happened… with Diaz." she almost whispered the last part.

"Okay, what’s the good news?" I asked.

"They want to give you more episodes. They want to film for a little longer. They want to make it 8 one hour long episodes, airing in summer 2024."

"That’s good news?" I cocked an eyebrow and she nodded.

"It is. Rita will make a good deal out of it!"

"I don’t know, I can’t decide that yet." I said when Pete walked through a door "For now I need to focus on racing."

"If it’s not my superstar!" he said and I laughed.

"Who?"

"Oh stop! Come on! We have some nice little upgrades we want to show you!"

As soon as we walked through the door it all began. Racing was back.

"Joris is driving." Charles said and I nodded.

"That’s good, so you can relax a little at least. Sleep. I’m glad that you listen to your doc." I yawned a little.

"You should sleep as well." he smiled and I nodded.

"Yeah, I will. As soon as we’re up there I’ll try my best."

"Good! I see you then tomorrow morning."

"Yep. Safe drive. Take care boys!"

"You too."

As soon as I hung up I leaned back down into the pillows. Eyes heavy. The last 3 days was constantly smiling for sponsors, driving in the simulator and working out with JK. Now I was drained. I just wanted to get some hours of sleep. Recharge the batteries a little before I would head to Zandvoort.

"Lizzie? Come on now, get up! The jet is ready!" I woke up to JK throwing clothes at me "Dress up. In 5 minutes at the car, come on now!" he grabbed my suitcase and bag and left.

I wasn’t even fully awake when I scrambled out of bed, throwing the hoodie and leggings over. Slipping into my shoes and throwing all of my belongings into my backpack, then I hastily left the room, following JK downstairs. A black SUV already waiting for us.

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" I practically jumped into the SUV and JK chuckled.

"It’s alright kiddo." he replied as the car brought us to the airport.

An hour later the jet was getting up in the air and I tried to relax into the seat. Not having Charles next to me made it harder, but it was okay.

"What do you think is possible this weekend?" JK asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"The set up looks not too bad. I like the track, so let’s see. I think it will be a good weekend for us."

Good weekend my ass. Media day was more questions about the paparazzi pictures of Charles and me during our holiday. The bad first half of the season, which wasn’t that bad in my eyes, but of course the media liked to exaggerate. Friday wasn’t better, the car had some issues. And I had to abort FP2 after 20 minutes. But to top it all off, something was going on with Charles. Since he arrived something was bothering him, I just had no idea what. Whenever I asked him, he just shrugged and said he was fine, nothing was wrong. When I asked Joris he couldn’t help as well, saying that he was like this since he arrived in Maranello 2 days ago.

I thought a work out session with JK would help to clear my mind. My muscles were sore and I was exhausted, sweat dripping down my skin, when JK finally clapped.

"Alright. We’re good for now." he said and I groaned, getting up slowly.

"Fuck… what did you do to me?" I hissed when I stretched.

"That wasn’t me. That was your body." he stated and patted the massage table "Right side, please."

I laid down on the right side, wiping my face with a towel.

"Alright, let’s have a look…" JK mumbled more to himself, stroking my spine up and down, moving my hips and legs around. It felt bad. Not as bad as a couple of weeks ago. But still not great "It’s a little like something is blocking your spine… there is this tension again… on your stomach, you got yourself a massage."

"Yay!" I puffed out when I turned on the front, folding my arms and laying my head on them "We love massages!"

"I know, I know." he chuckled and got to work his magic "So, what’s going on with Mr. Monaco? He’s a little anxious?"

"Thank you! I’m not the only one who sees it then!" I said biting my tongue when JK kneaded a really tense part out of back.

"He seems to be a little nervous? Flimsy? And yeah a little anxious… like you before the summer break…"

"Very funny." I rolled my eyes "Something happened in Maranello, something he doesn’t want to talk about."

"Just give him a little space. You two are really similar when it comes to things like this… don’t push him."

"Yeah… maybe you’re right."

The weekend was one to forget for Charles, with him retiring in the 41st lap and myself only making it onto P7. When I walked into the media pen I saw how Charles stood there, shoulders slumped, head hung low. He was asked a lot about next week’s race in Monza and if Ferrari would announce there his contract renewal, but the look on his face spoke volumes. He tried to nudge the topic by saying for now his focus was to figure out what went wrong this weekend before he would think about next weeks’s race and as soon as he left the media pen and looked at me I knew that something with his contract was what was bothering him.

Back in the hotel after eating and taking a shower I snuggled into the sheets, waiting for Charles to return. I must’ve fell asleep because when I opened my eyes he was already laying next to me, his back turned to me.

"What’s bothering you?" I decided to ask when I felt him stir restlessly through the bed for the past 10 minutes.

"Nothing." he mumbled and I sighed, switching the light on "Lizzie, I’m fine. Go back to sleep."

"Not until you tell me what’s on your mind… and don’t say nothing! Since you’re back from Maranello I can tell that something’s going on!" I sat up, looking at his back "Come on now… I can see that something’s wrong. Can you please just tell me? Don’t shut me out, Charles…"

"That’s rich coming from you." he scoffed.

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

"We haven’t talked about how you felt after seeing Diaz. I tried to, but you didn’t want to. No matter what I was trying. You didn’t want to open up. You said no and that’s the end of the story. But now I don’t want to talk about what’s bothering me and you want to push me into talking…" Charles looked at me for a while but I didn’t reply "That’s what I thought. This is not a one way street. If I have to open up, you have to too."

I looked at him for a while and he sighed, lying back down, closing his eyes.

"I don’t want to talk about Diaz because I want to get over it. I want to forget it. Once and for all. Everything that has happened to me, I already talked about it with my therapist. You. My family. Friends. Yeah sure, some things were scary… that he was a part of my life, our life, for so long… I didn’t expect that. But it didn’t change anything. The things that happened to me? They already happened. It didn’t change anything. I only know now why they happened… but the problems themselves? I worked through them. I’m over them. Or as good as… I don’t want to be constantly reminded about the past. I’m better now. I’m healed… I think parts of me will never heal fully, but according to Dr. Lindner, with who I had 3 online sessions with in the last 3 weeks by the way, I will learn to live with that. I’m fine. I really am. He was on my mind a lot, I’m not gonna lie. But he’s not anymore. I’m free. It’s over." I was looking in my lap the whole time and flinched a little when Charles tilted my head up, making me look at him.

"You talked to Dr. Lindner?" he asked.

"Yeah… I knew I had to talk about it… but I just didn’t know how? And what I was supposed to feel? Because honestly? I felt free after Madrid? Like a weight was lifted off my shoulders and it was confusing… so I wanted to check in first with him, if I was just slowly losing my mind or something… but he reassured me that everything was fine…" I said.

"Are you sure? It’s just… god Lizzie you’ve said so often that you’re fine and over stuff in the past while you were not? I just want to make sure that you’re really fine? And if not, that’s okay too, because someone really wise once told me it’s okay to be not okay…" he smiled a little and I had to chuckle.

"Sounds like a great person."

"The best there is…" he kissed my cheek "Thank you… for opening up…"

"I don’t even know why I didn’t just say this all when you asked me the first time or second time… or whatever time…" I shrugged my shoulders a little.

"Because you were stubborn and I pushed you…" Charles replied, shaking his head a little "That’s how we are sometimes…"

"Yeah… we’re exhausting!" I laughed and he nodded.

"Maybe, but I wouldn’t want to have it any other way, because I know that at the end of the day, we’re having each other’s back, no matter what. That’s a good thing!"

I took his hand and interlaced our fingers, looking at him for a moment, contemplating my words.

"Will you tell me now what happened in Maranello?" I asked after a while and he took a deep breath.

"We had a sponsor event at the factory… one of the sponsors asked about my contractual situation." Charles said quietly and I looked up at him.

"And?"

"Well yeah I told him that for now I don’t know what happens after 2024… that there weren’t any talks yet and the look on his face? He was really surprised. He said that he thought that he heard how there were talks about the contract negotiations already. I said not with me and then he looked at Carlos…" he said and I felt how anxiety ridden he was "What if Mattia started the contract negotiations with Carlos already? What if they want to keep him but not me?"

"Hey! Stop that bullshit!" I cupped his cheeks and looked at him determined "YOU are Il predestinato! YOU are one of the Tifosi! YOU are the Prince of Ferrari! It’s YOU who the Tifosi believe in! If Mattia really goes along with that? The Tifosi will rebel! Fred will rebel! I will!"

"I know that you would fight them all for me. But if they really don’t believe in me anymore? I can’t change their minds then…"

"You have to show them again who you are. Show them who was vice world champion last year, show them who the better driver is. And I know for a fact that it’s not the other guy…" I encouraged him and after a while he sighed, pulling me closer into him again.

"What would I do without you?" he whispered against my head.

"You might sink and drown and die."

"That was a Taylor reference!"

"You’re so gorgeous, my little Swiftie boyfriend."

Chapter 38 - Just a little fluffy chapter ♥️🥰 happy Easter everyone! Next week we’re heading to Monza 👀 and boy oh boy…

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Tales of Destiny ~PROUST~ Forgotten Chronicle rough summary

I wasn't sure where else to post this, and Tumblr seemed like the one that would get the most use out of it.

So, I streamed my blind run through TODDC with Kio for the past several months. I ended up getting really into TOD from how much cleaner the presentation of the story and characters were over the PSX version, and was really frustrated that nobody had translated the drama CD, which had been hiding like 95% of Leon's characterization until the remake came along.

I kept a notepad of stuff to talk about during those streams. Sometimes it was off-topic things, sometimes it was little tangents about parts of the game that I thought of over the week until we'd play again. Sometimes it was summaries of supplemental material that was never localized. But most of the time, that material was translated by a fan.

Nobody has fully translated Proust. I wanted it to be translated. So I listened to it as hard as I could and summarized as best I could. The following are the unedited notes as I wrote them to be read during stream, rather than a direct translation or anything formal. I'm not good enough at Japanese to fully translate it. I'm so not good at Japanese that there's probably a lot of errors throughout this summary, too. I hope someone eventually comes along and gives us a full translation.

Also note that I'm not great at recognizing the voices of anyone that isn't the main cast of protagonists, so I probably mix up the antagonists or the generals' identities a lot.

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So I went back through the drama cd, and I think I've got a few more little details. I could be wrong about a lot of this since there's no translation and I am really fucking bad at Japanese. But this should actually clear up a lot of misconceptions that we, or I had throughout this entire game. Foolish me for just believing everything TVTropes told me instead of trying to comb the drama cd myself.

(track 1-01 Thunder + track 1-03 Lullaby) Chris tried to escape with both children, but Hugo sent the goon squad after her?? and they managed to take Leon and mortally wound Chris. She drags herself back to the mansion to see Leon again and asks him not to hate Hugo, because this certainly isn't the same kind person she married. [I previously summarized it based on this post, which does a much better job of summarizing track 1-03: https://jeredu.tumblr.com/post/136918641610/so-after-the-horrible-sad-feels-from-the-emilio]

(track 1-02 History That Was Forgotten is just Leon saying the title of the CD)

(track 1-04 Yes, My Lady) Less than 2 years before the game starts. The girls in Leon's class aren't very good at dance lessons yet, so he complains to Marian that all the girls are stupid-- oh but not you Marian, it's only other girls that are dumb. lol I can't catch why Leon's mad at Hugo this time, but Marian sticks up for Hugo, since he's the one who pretty much discovered how useful Lens could be to further technology and make modern life easier, and has for the most part made it all affordable. She's also grateful that he hired her when she had nothing. Marian wants Leon to make friends with the girls because she's worried he'll be all alone. Leon says he's fine alone and that he'll only grow stronger, and to distract Marian, decides to teach her the dance he learned, calling her "my lady". At the end, he says he'll be fine as long as he has Marian. Hugo walks in on them and Leon quickly makes an excuse but Hugo just puts him down for hanging with the staff and tells him to get to sword practice. Leon seems excited for it. Leon whispers to Marian that they'll practice dancing again. Marian says she's looking forward to it, but when he leaves, she sadly mumbles that he's a pitiful child. (Not in a mean way)

(track 1-05 True) [Oops I didn't cover this one. It's just villainy anyway. Who listens to Proust to hear Mictlan-Hugo monologue?]

(track 1-06 Man of the Mask) I forgot about this detail and its MASSIVE importance. In the original, Leon and Hugo's relation wasn't known for a long time. In the remake, their relation is paraded around loudly. Hugo will not let anyone forget that Leon is his son, and Leon's motivation is to not be a nepo baby. But in the original, specifically in the drama CD, Hugo doesn't want their relation known. He doesn't want Leon around while he's doing business because it might reveal their relation. He reprimands him for coming home while he's doing business and tells him not to come home so often. Leon was actually excited to let him know of one of his missions' successes, on his 15th birthday no less. Chaltier tries to comfort Leon when he's basically told to gtfo, but Leon tells him he's not sad at all, and that he just wants to be acknowledged by someone as skilled as Hugo. His cadence is fairly fond as he says all this, but he's awfully insistent about it. Like thou-doth-protest-too-much insistent. Leon thinks he saw a masked man, but Chaltier says he doesn't sense anyone. They go on their way, but a filtered voice of Hugo calls Leon's name.

(track 1-07 Emilio) The following track makes it more clear that yes, he was actually very fucking upset about it. I already talked about this track since it was one of the only 2 tracks that were fully translated by someone else. Where Marian has a little private birthday party for him and he breaks down. With the added context of the previous track, the breakdown makes a bit more sense. He's just been told and brushed off again by Hugo even after so many smashing successes. Took it upon himself to put up a strong front in front of Chaltier. Then Marian does this gesture of kindness that I guess makes him feel like he's being treated like a child or mocked, and that's the last straw. Marian is of course calling him Emilio, and he refuses that name because Emilio is worthless, nobody needs Emilio, and he's all alone. He insists he's Leon Magnus, because he's at least useful as a tool for Hugo. Marian doesn't like him calling himself a tool. Says he's her precious Emilio. And Leon cries. [Previously summarized based on this post, which actually has a full translation!: https://jeredu.tumblr.com/post/136880537875/jeredu-spoilers-for-tales-of-destiny-for]

(track 1-08 Family) Next track takes place a year later and has Leon being the wunderkind beating everybody and being taken under Finley's wing. They've all got praise for him but are a little put off by him being so uptight. Late at night, Leon sneaks into Marian's room through her window because of the lecture he got about COMING HOME TOO OFTEN jfc. He's excited to tell Marian about officially working with the knights, and asks to dance with her. I think I skipped a bit. Leon only started trying to become a knight because Hugo told him to, so that he'd have a pawn within the castle to help further Oberon's goals. I think he moved out of the mansion after the last track to dedicate himself more fully to cementing his position there?? I'm probably wrong. But he's been a lot happier this way. Later that night, Chaltier tries to suggest that Leon just continues living like this and become a full fledged and honest knight instead of working for Hugo, because all of the generals seem to like him and are nice people. Buuuut Leon's already fallen asleep. Boo

(track 1-09 Nightmare) Next track has Leon and Finley talking and they think Greybaum's sus. They meet with Greybaum and Chal also thinks he's sus. That night, Leon has a nightmare where a man is telling him he can save Rutee. Except Leon doesn't know who Rutee is yet, or her name. The man is wearing a mask like the one from the mansion. It seems to be the real Hugo. He attacks Leon when he knocks his mask off I think?? and I guess Leon wakes up and is back at the mansion temporarily? I have no idea what's going on here but Hugo's not doing great and Leon rushes to his aid but Hugo basically tells him to gtfo his house again. I think real Hugo is fighting Mictlan, because Leon says something about Berserius. Belserius. Berselius. Fuck it. Scene change and Leon's at a tavern or something. The waitress fawns a bit, showing his good reputation has spread. Leon thinks about the nightmare and what the heck a Rutee is. Then he overhears some guy talking about a demonic lens hunter dude and the waitress is like oh nah you mean that girl Rutee? and Leon all but trips over himself to go aggressively interrogate the waitress. The guy she was talking to gets mad and tries to attack Leon and a fight starts. Finley shows up and slaps Leon and reprimands him and I think threatens him?? But Leon got the information he wanted out of the waitress.

(track 2-01 Masquerade) Next track. The villains talk stealing the Eye of Atamoni. A masquerade ball is held in Seinegald. Leon's all ready to be big bad security but Finley says he should blend in and dance. But he ain't got no fancy clothes! So Finley arranges to get him some fancy clothes. He's about to arrange for a partner too but Leon's like nah I got a girl for this and yoinks Marian up. She's worried she's not allowed to attend such a party, but Leon assures her she's part of the mission so it's fine. She tries to make excuses to not go but he shoots them all down. He sounds like he's having just oodles of fun on the carriage ride with her to the ball. He's laughing and smiling and it's just great. This moment is probably literally the happiest Leon will ever be in his entire life lol He… sneaks her in through the BACK DOOR and gets stopped by guards who ask who dis. And he says, "my partner" and they say they can't let randos in and he says NO SHE'S MY PARTNER and they say :/ that's not good enough bro, come on, and Marian takes his arm all suggestive like and says "What part of partner don't you understand ;)" and they let them in??? okay But Marian hasn't received her dress yet, so Leon's waiting for her to get dressed. And Chal teases him a bunch implying Leon's nervous to see her in her fancy dress. Leon tells him to shut up but Chal notes he's blushing really hard. But, Leon suddenly sees the masked man again, and this time Chal sees him too. Leon attacks but he disappears. He hears the voice and he's big mad 'cause he thinks he's being jerked around so he shouts a lot. Marian hears him shouting and rushes to him and real-Hugo goes whoops sorry about that I guess lmao and goes away. The ball gets into full swing and allll the girls are wowed by how pretty Leon's partner is. Marian says she feels awkward and Leon tells her she's beautiful, but she still doesn't think she should have come. He asks her to dance, she tries to make excuses not to, but he keeps asking, calling her "Lady" again like when they danced alone ;A; aaaa So they dance, and Leon is just so entranced and whispers that he wants to go far far away together to a place with only them, that's quiet and warm. He says something like he lost such a promised place inside of him a long time ago, but feels that it's also right there with her, and he's about to say something that MIGHT have been a confession, but they're interrupted by an attack and are separated. SO YEAH I'D SAY HIS FEELINGS FOR HER ARE PRETTY ROMANTIC. HOLY SHIT. I felt like I was listening to one of those listener-POV CDs where they do nothing but sweet-talk you, gosh. Whether his feelings are actually romantic or not, he's still just entirely fucking smitten with her. oh my god.

(track 2-02 Venomous Snake) Next track, I have no idea what's going on because I'm not familiar enough with all the villains' voices, but it's villain stuff. I think it's Greybaum mostly, and they're messing with King Isaac, the Phandaria King. And Greybaum is evil monologuing but Leon was hiding in the room and ambushes him. Hugo shows up before Leon can do any damage and something happens or is talked about, idk, villains get away. Leon's like what the fuck, dad, they tried to kill the king. Hugo says Isaac's spent too long in office and ain't doin his job right no more. So it's fiiine just let it go, besides, Graybaum's gonna be a useful tool. And the word "tool" sets Leon off 'cause it's always about tools with Hugo, and Hugo goes YEAH, A TOOL, A TOOL JUST LIKE YOU. I'VE BUILT HIM UP AND I'M TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HIM, JUST LIKE I DID TO YOUUUU. And he demands Leon apologize but Leon says no, he's done being Hugo's puppet, he's going to live for himself, he's not going to accept this shitty fate anymore, he's going to carve his own path and make a place for himself in Seinegald. And Hugo goes "Ohoho what silly thoughts Finley's put in your head. Sure, you could do all that, you could escape me no problem, you're good enough for it, but I wonder how Marian is doing~ Sure hope she's okay after getting separated from you. It's just such a scary world out there, you never know when or where such a fragile little thing like her could get got." So basically the ongoing threat on Marian's life has begun. It's not explicitly stated, but obviously the implication is that Leon could leave and take Marian with him, but Hugo will get to her one way or another. Then it's just 20 full seconds of Leon desperately calling and looking for Marian.

(track 2-03 Requiem) Next track, he finds Marian and clings to her and sobs in relief that she's okay. She says yeah it's okay I'm fine, but Leon just cries harder. Later after he's calmed down, he brings up that far away warm place he spoke about. He wonders where that could even be anymore. Probably somewhere further than the moon. He wonders if he can go there. Then it's very suddenly Finley's funeral. People are crying. The priest is praying. People are swearing vengeance. Hugo, Chaltier, and Finley's voice echo in Leon's head. Hugo coercing Leon into poisoning Finley. Chaltier asking him not to do it. Finley telling Leon they're alike in that they both lost their parents at birth. That he'd like for Leon to think of him as his father, because he thinks of Leon as his son, I think. Hugo reminding him where his place is, and that that's never going to change. Finley succumbing to the poison, in disbelief that it was Leon, and desperately asking why. Leon's sure he's never going to get to that place. Hugo and friends do some villain talk and make some snide remarks at Leon, and he just says it's fine. He's defeated at this point.

(track 2-04 Rutee) Next track has Leon on his way to Cresta to look for whoever Rutee is. Chaltier recognizes the name a little but doesn't remember. Rutee runs into him and runs away, but Chaltier recognizes Atwight on her back right away and they give chase. Rutee's giving gifts to the kids at the orphanage, is asked how she made the money for this and she's like "eehh I worked really hard :D" Chal finally remembers Rutee was the name Chris spoke of before she died and he's super excited that Leon's not all alone, that he still has his sister. But Leon just runs away. Chal's like what the fuck, where are you going, and Leon says it's been 15 years, so it doesn't matter, they're not family. Chal keeps trying to get him to go back to Rutee, insisting she must have been looking for her family for a long time, and that he should reach out to her. Leon admits that he's scared that Rutee won't accept him. Chal tells him that's stupid. Leon admits he's scared of Rutee also betraying him like Hugo did, and cries that he's truly all alone. The track ends.

(track 2-05 Flow of Fate) Next track, it's revealed Greybaum's theft of the Eye of Atamoni was actually not in the plan. He did that on his own and betrayed them. They plan for Leon to lead the investigation and gather the swordian users. Leon asks if Hugo knows who wields Atwight, and Hugo, like a fox, says mmmyessss. During Leon's first real meeting with Rutee, while she goes off on him, he's thinking to himself that he wishes he met her sooner, but he's too dirtied to face her for real by now. Chaltier insists to him that it's not too late, but Leon refuses. A bunch of scenes of Leon traveling with Stahn's group pass. Leon thinks about how Rutee has good friends and a home and family to return to, and feels even worse that he can't be happy for her. He hates himself for it, but he can't help it. Chaltier tells him he could become a part of her family. Leon says it'd be nice, since he's being shown such a warm place, but he can't escape his fate. More scenes pass, and Leon is moved by Stahn's resolve. He thinks maybe he was wrong about fate, because everyone is fighting. More scenes pass, and Leon is even moved by Batista and Greybaum, because they went against Hugo. Even if they couldn't win against their fates, they still tried. He's confused and doesn't know what to do, but Chaltier doesn't have answers for him. The only thing he knows he can do is protect Marian. The only reason he has to keep living is Marian.

It continues in the mines. Hugo and friends say they need to buy time to escape Stahn's group. He tells Leon to stall them as long as possible, and then detonate an explosive. Tells him exactly what will happen, down to the sea water flooding in. So Leon absolutely knows he's going to die if he agrees to do this. Leon asks to be alone with Marian, as his first and final request as Hugo's son. Marian observes that Leon doesn't want to go through with this. Leon says it's fine, he'll just do what he's told. He asks why Marian is here, why she's still a maid for Hugo. Marian answers it's because Hugo was trying to save the world, or whatever. She owes him a lot. So she'll do whatever she's told, too. Leon asks what'll happen if he dies. Marian says she'll probably never stop crying. Leon asks how much, for how long, because it's not possible to cry for him for her whole life. Says she'll probably cry for a bit, but eventually she'll meet someone he doesn't know, fall in love, get married, and have children, and she'll forget all about him, and then he'll truly be gone and not exist anymore. He'll disappear. Leon cries, really hard. He pulls himself together, apologizes, says she should go. She goes, but she calls after him that it was fun. That being with him was like a dream. He says quietly to himself that, yeah, it was like a dream to him, too. (The wording is different from the opening song! Important to note because the remake did a full on title drop in its climax. The opening song is 「夢であるように」, but the wording here is 「夢みたい」. But it's still probably a 100% intentional reference to the opening song.) [I cut off here because I previously summarized these two posts about the end of this track, which is an exchange with Chaltier: https://jeredu.tumblr.com/post/136997902840/i-dunno-if-its-possible-to-fall-in-love-with-a https://jeredu.tumblr.com/post/137057162215/checked-with-a-friend-who-knows-more-japanese-and]

[I yada-yada'd track 2-06 Father, Friend because I already summarized it previously based on this post: https://jeredu.tumblr.com/post/143045097730/i-finally-typed-up-a-summary-of-father-friend]

(track 2-07 -Epilogue- Yes, My Lady) In the final track, Rutee is visiting Marian. She asks Marian to live with her. Marian declines, saying she has to keep Emilio's room clean for him for when he comes back. Rutee says he's already gone, but Marian interrupts and asks Rutee to dance. She teaches her how to dance. She calls Rutee "My lady" like Leon did with her.

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May I just say, if Leon retained his character from the drama CD in the remake, he absolutely would have broken down crying after Stahn convinced him they could work together to save Marian. And maybe hugged him or held his outstretched hand with both of his. While crying. Drama CD Leon is a huge crybaby and I'm so here for him. I was disappointed he didn't get to cry through the remake.

And also that hot damn, Hikaru Midorikawa was allowed to emote SO MUCH MORE in the drama CD than in the entirety of the remake, not even counting all the crying he does.

#Tales of Destiny #Leon Magnus #Marian Fustel #Tales of Destiny PROUST Forgotten Chronicle #translation

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voraciousvore · 1 year ago

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Boarding School for Giants (18/25)

----- Chapter 18 -----

It was strange. I had tumbled down to my lowest point thus far, with my body damaged badly enough to force me into a hospital, along with my crushed heart and soul. Any reasonable person would assume that I would be miserable, full of pain, melancholic, depressed. And yes, those feelings were swimming just under the surface like ravenous beasts, threatening to drag me down into the crushing depths.

Even so, I was tired of crying and being sad all the time. Maybe I had used up all my tears and there was nothing left. Maybe I had grown numb to the gaping abyss in my heart, made worse by recent events. Maybe, isolated from the world in a hospital room, I could ignore everything else going on and imagine my life was different. Whatever the reason, I was feeling strangely optimistic, even hopeful.

It certainly helped that Joey stayed with me the whole time to cheer me up. He doted on my every need, talked to me, and distracted me from my troubles. When I became weary and nodded off, he kept watch over me, giving me peace of mind. He brought me my favorite snacks and drinks and other little gifts. When he got tired, he slept in the giant-sized hospital bed adjacent to my little platform. The doctor helped me heal in body, but Joey was working hard to heal my spirit.

I lost track of time, but I was starting to feel better. Mr. Henderson had not returned to see me, so I assumed he must be preoccupied with other matters. The human doctor and giantess nurse came back to check in on me, removed the heart rate monitor and IV from my arm, and changed my bandages. They had me stand up and walk a few steps, and I was able to do so without incident. They decided I was in a stable enough condition to be discharged, and left to start the paperwork, informing me the process would probably take a couple hours.

As I waited, I gazed over at Joey, who had been passed out on the giant bed during my exam. He was laying on his side, curled up as if he were cold, facing towards me, his features serene in passive slumber. I hopped over the gap between my platform and the bed, steadying myself on the squishy surface. My back was still hurting, but it wasn’t on fire like before. I could move around without too much pain.

I was about to call out to him and wake him up, but he looked so peaceful, it seemed a shame to disturb him. He was so cute curled up, his gigantic body rising above me like a living mountain, huge and warm and inviting. I felt a little chilly, and I had a powerful urge to burrow into his chest and soak up his body heat, so this time I didn’t hold myself back. I went around his massive arms and hands, past his titanic face, and snuggled up to his colossal torso. He stirred with a soft moan and gently clutched me in his hands, then fell back asleep. His enormous heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed filled me with calm. I felt as if Joey would shield me from the terrors of this world and protect me from my demons. Before I knew it I had fallen asleep cuddled up in his hands.

Joey apparently woke up before I did, because next thing I knew he was tenderly nudging me awake with his finger. “Eren,” he said softly, his words resonating through his huge chest, “it’s time to go.” He scooped me up in his hands and lifted me as he pulled himself into a sitting position on the side of the bed. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. I had slept fantastically, since I had been so comfortable.

“Are you ready?” Dr. Rajak asked me. He had a bemused expression, cocking his eyebrow. The nurse snickered, still smiling sweetly. I had judged them earlier, so I didn’t mind them judging me right back. It was only fair, after all.

“Yes,” I replied. “I feel great.” I wasn’t lying. Infatuation was a potent concoction. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“No problem,” the doctor answered, giving me a casual wave. “Good luck out there. Stay safe.” We parted ways and left the hospital, into the darkness of night. The streetlights glowed in the darkness, illuminating the sidewalks and roads. The fresh evening air thrummed with the steady hum of insects and frogs chirping. I laid down in the palm of Joey’s hand and gazed up at the stars twinkling in the blackness. The moon stood out as a big, luminous yellow crescent. The lights reflected off of Joey’s glasses. His facial features were dramatically defined with the contrast of bright light and shadow. I thought to myself that his face was as lovely as the stars. Especially when he smiled. Right now he was serious and contemplative, lost in thought, and I took advantage of that fact to admire him. I realized I was falling hard for him.

The hospital was within walking distance of the school, at least for a giant like Joey, so before long we were passing through the imposing metal gate to the maze of sidewalks inside. As we got closer to our destination, Joey regarded me while he walked, a thoughtful expression on his face. I stared back at him, unflinching. Neither of us broke eye contact. Joey stopped at the human dorm, continuing to gaze down at me. He slowly raised me up close to his lips, as if he were going to kiss me. My pulse quickened. He hesitated, and his hand quivered almost imperceptibly.

“Goodnight, Eren,” he whispered. “I’ll be back here in the morning to take you to school.” He started to lower his hand, a blush creeping across his cheeks.

“Wait!” I uttered to stop him, gesturing for him to come closer. He brought his face in so I was up to his lips again. I reached up to his face and held his bottom lip in my hands, as best I could, stood up on the tips of my toes, and kissed his upper lip. Joey’s blush deepened, and I could feel the heat from his skin increase as he seemed to melt in my hands like butter. He pursed his lips and pressed them against my body in return. His lips were plush and soft and warm, full of love and desire. I shivered with delight at his touch. Once he finished kissing me, he nuzzled me with his nose and I rubbed my face and body against his nose and cheek in return, hugging the bridge of his nose with my arms. His skin was delightfully soft and warm. He gently pulled away and it was my turn to blush. He was divine.

“I couldn’t let you go without kissing you goodnight,” I teased, holding one of his fingers lovingly in my hands.

“I’m very grateful for that,” Joey replied with a satisfied smile. He tenderly stroked my side with his finger and gently lowered me to the pavement. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He remained squatted down on his heels until I went inside. As I walked towards the door, I noticed there was a giant padlock bolted to the side of the roof to prevent it from opening. I silently thanked Mr. Henderson for listening to my concerns and finding a solution. I felt much safer now knowing the roof was locked.

After being in a giant room for a couple of days, the dorm scaled down to human size felt nice and cozy. It was late at night, so I prepared to go to sleep right away and crawled into bed. As I laid down, my mind wandered back to the hospital. I thought about the human doctor, who appeared to be happy and satisfied with his position here. If he could make a life for himself here, on the giant side of town, could I do the same? I supposed I didn’t have much of a choice. I had come to the realization that my old life was dead to me, and I would never be able to go back, any more than I could climb to the top of the giant wall. The thought was saddening. I hadn’t just lost my mother, I had lost my home, all my old friends, and my place in human society. I was stranded out here. I was too tired to dwell on my distressing and depressing thoughts, and soon nodded off.

When the morning arrived, my first action was to check on my wounds, which looked and felt much better. The doctor told me I would be able to shower, and I did so gratefully, washing off all the griminess accumulated from laying around in a hospital bed. Once I was fresh and clean, I dressed in an unsoiled uniform and carefully did my makeup, since I wanted to look presentable for Joey. All ready to go, I shouldered my bag and stepped outside into the beaming rays of the rising sun to wait for Joey.

My knight in shining armor arrived soon enough, and his smile was as bright as the sun. I was awestruck by how handsome he looked. He swept me off my feet, quite literally, by taking me up in his giant hand. I felt like I was floating in the clouds, not just from the power of love but from the glorious height. I was aware, of course, that plenty of human girls like tall boys. While height had never been a serious concern for me, Joey really exceeded all expectations in that department, being a giant and all. I couldn’t gauge his exact height but I figured he must be well over a hundred feet tall.

Joey, emboldened by our progress last night, didn’t hesitate this time to hold me up to his lips and press them sensually against my small form. I kissed him back, losing myself in his plump, delicious lips, delighting in the pleasurable sensation of being loved. I hadn’t felt this way in a long time. Sure, I had kissed other boys in the past, but they didn’t adore me like Joey did or treat me nearly as well. Right now, he was my world, my rock of stability in the middle of a torrential storm. I knew I could trust and rely on him to get me through. He finished kissing me and drew away to gaze upon me, his chocolate eyes gleaming in the light.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he greeted me. “Are you ready to face the day?”

“With you at my side, I could take on anything!” I declared, batting my eyes at him.

“Let’s take on breakfast to start,” he answered wryly, then chuckled. The sound made my heart sing. Joey carried me to the main building, cutting through the grass sparkling with morning dew. When we reached the cafeteria, I noticed right away that something was different, and it wasn’t just because I was looking at things from the higher vantage point of Joey’s hand. The cafeteria was buzzing with chatter, as always, but when we came in it seemed a lot of focus was centered on us, for some mysterious reason beyond my understanding. Many of the students were openly staring at us as they whispered and gossiped to their friends. The stares followed us as we waited in line, got our food, and went over to Joey’s usual secluded corner of the room.

“Hey, Joey,” I brought up, “Did something happen while we were gone? Why is everybody staring at us?” I was growing increasingly uncomfortable with all the attention. Lately, it seemed like whenever giants were focused on me, it foreshadowed something ominous, or misfortune was already in motion. The absolute last thing I needed was for somebody to try to hurt me or deliver another blow to my spirit with more bad news.

“I don’t know,” Joey confessed, “I’ve been with you this whole time, so I’m as out of the loop as you are.” We looked around, puzzled. My eyes connected with the hazel eyes of a female student who lit up with excitement when she saw me. She pulled away from her group of giantess friends and headed towards us. She was short and slim, with strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, tied off with a pink bow. Joey looked nervous at her approach. I couldn’t tell if his apprehension was because he knew her personally, or it was his usual skittishness about being around girls in general.

“Oh my gosh! Is that the human that everyone is talking about? So the rumors are true?” she asked. Her voice sounded familiar; I had definitely heard her speak before. But where?

Next chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/voraciousvore/731607746668052480/boarding-school-for-giants-1925?source=share

1st chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/voraciousvore/731600430392639488/boarding-school-for-giants-125?source=share

#g/t #giant/tiny #giant #tiny #g/t fluff #g/t writing #size difference #boarding school for giants

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indigo474 · 3 months ago

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Labor day 2024

Madison and I had a nice visit with my Mom. My mother is insane. It's a miracle she has lived this long. she has health problems-heart problems. I hope she takes care of what she needs to. She stopped vaping weed but still smoke cigarettes - not sure why and when I questioned her she got real upset. Her and Madison get along well- or got along well. she showed me a picture of me when I was a little girl- a picture of a picture on her cellphone she sent me- I was shocked to see it- Im not sure how old I was- young- maybe 6 or 7- I was a tiny little girl obviously before I started to use food as a way of coping with life. I remember the dress. it was my aunts and I remember it was a big deal that it fit me because my aunt was a lot older when she wore it. there was always always something to be said about my body and I see a picture of myself and there was nothing wrong with my body- absolutely nothing.

i signed Madison and I up for the Thanksgiving 5k- she said she wanted to do it again. I signed up for the 5 miler. it gives me something to look forward to and something to strive for. i'm excited. I think I can do it.i ran 5 miles yesterday and almost 5 today. I have some time to make sure I don't embarrass myself . I think the medicine i'm on may be making me sad. i'm not 100% sure. I have to start keeping track. I have some decisions to make about work. there were some things said in the last meeting that I do not agree with. I can either not say anything or I can say how I feel. I think I have some valid points. I think if I spoke to the other supervisors they would agree with me. I don't have anything to lose- they can't fire me for disagreeing with Drew. I had an issue with a supervisor last week- I knew it would be an issue. it all worked out but left a sour taste in my mouth. I was talking to someone I trust who saw part of what went down. I said I wish I knew why she doesn't like me- she said something that really made me think- it's not that she doesn't like you- she is intimidated by you. I start sprouting off - that's ridiculous - I'm kind to everyone, I come in, do my job and don't mess with anyone.. i'm the least intimidating person in this place. Your everything she's not and that bothers her. Oh great. I don't know if its true. I know I pissed this person off because I wouldn't give her the immediate answer she was looking for a month of so ago- I asked if I could let her know by the end of the day- she was asking me a favor- she said she needed an answer right away- all this while she was literally standing over me at my desk-demanding an answer... after some back and forth I looked her in the eye and calmly said since you need an answer right this minute- the answer is no. now she hates me..and i'm ok with that mostly because i'm not going to try and change her mind about me-

my car is running perfect- why have I not been driving it in sport mode? I heard the price of gas is going down.

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guvato · 4 months ago

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Tamalog Day 12

Today was probably the day i interacted the least with my Tamas since the Tamalog's beginning as i was really distracted playing video games to give them much of my attention, it doesn't mean they got sick, hungry or sad, cuz honestly i try my best every day to avoid that, so i checked on them sometimes and tried to maintain their Needs at max. I noticed that i tend to spend more time with my Tamas and check on them more regularly while at work, while in my off days i don't give them much attention, don't know why is that, but seems to be my MO.

It starts like any other day, at 7AM, when before going to bed i called the Sitter for each of them, except Fuyofuyotchi woke up asking me to take him to the Arcade, which we did, and we played some matches of that one game where you need to catch falling coins and money bags, and after we played a bit, i called the Sitter for him, checking on Picochutchi and seeing as she was doing fine, i called the Sitter for her and woke up Kuchipatchi to left him to house-sit, and then of course, i fell asleep.

Waking up at 1PM, i was quick to check on everyone and then pick them up from their Sitters, and since everyone was doing okay so i just went on with my day. As i sat to eat, my Pix lightened up and oh boy, Fuyofuyotchi evolved into Mokokotchi! I wonder where all his old legs went to. Anyway, the afternoon was pretty chill, just feeding them bit by bit and checking on their fun meters, Kuchipatchi was not feeling too fond of me, so i have him a LOT of pets, then i fed him some burguers and soup, then he was all set until the night. Picochutchi got a little hungry too so i fed her some Roast Beef and gave her some red beans to make her happier, which helped a lot cuz she loves some red beans. Mokokotchi and i went to the restaurant and he had some gratin and some afternoon tea, after that we played a bit more at the Arcade and i checked on him mostly to clean his poop.

When evening came, i made sure to do a good check on everyone before each of them went to sleep, Mokokotchi being the one to sleep the earliest of the 3, was the first one i checked, and he was doing fine, so i took him to the restaurant and fed some pizza, after that i just waited for him to go to sleep. The Pix seems to be kinda low maintenance, which helps a lot with me not needing to keep constant track on my Tama's needs. Not that i don't like high maintenance devices, it's just that i don't want my Tama to get sick or even die cuz i didn't check on it before going to take a shower or do the dishes (like has happened before.)

Kuchipachi was very happy but kinda hungry, so i fed him the last too meals we had left on the fridge and since it was nearing 9:30PM i didn't want to go to the Arcade with him, but tomorrow we shall do a whole lot of dancing to get some money and fill up that fridge, cuz you know our boy Kuchipatchi LOVES food, so we won't leave him hungry and hanging. 3 OF EACH FOOD IT IS! At 9:30PM, Kuchipatchi went to bed and asked me to help him fall asleep, and no matter the day, i always want to be there for him if he needs me, so after a couple of pets, he fell asleep.

Picochutchi ate some more Roast Beef and went into the TamaVerse to compete in the Arena, and boy today was one of those days that luck just wasn't at our side as even though we played phenomenally, and got pretty much tied with the other contestants we still got only 3rd place, which aye, bummer, but that won't make it less fun as winning isn't all that matters after all. After spending a little more time at the TamaVerse, Picochutchi went home, so come 9:45PM i just made sure everything was okay and let her do her things before going to sleep, and with that, our Tama Day was over.

Honestly i forgot about the social media photo today, sorry. I've been playing a lot of God Of War (2018) and losing track of time, which basically happened today as i told myself to not forget about the social media photo and then forgot about it anyway, lol. Thanks for reading, see you tomorrow. <3

#tama #tamagotchi #tamagotchi uni #tamalog #tmgc #tmgccollector #tamablr #tamagotchi pix #tamagotchi smart

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nathank77 · 7 months ago

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5/13/24

6:49 a.m Added to 6:53 a.m

Beyond that I notice that the white mulberries have actually helped. It's been almost 2 months. It will be 2 months on May 20th I believe.

I may double up soon and go to 2000mg a day... idk. There has been decent improvement from them.

I attribute the sloppy thoughts to cbd bc it's been a more recent development of going backwards. I just hope to God it's a rewiring that's fixing the problem. I'd rather call myself my deadname Nathan and than ever hear the voice again. I'd rather think deadnames cunt than hear the fucking voice...

I think since starting White mulberries the chanting has stopped (I can cut it off) and the phrases have gotten shorter and there are less of them. It's gotten less intrusive and less frequent but it's still constant. It's hard to explain.... it's less audible... that's for sure minus certain phrases.

Its def improved but not enough to improve my quality of life sadly enough.

I got to see I am def going to ride the cbd out for 2 months at 100mg daily before I consider upping the white mulberries I want to track improvement for everything somewhat individually. I started the 50mg of cbd April 19th and the 100mg on April 26th. My start date for the two months is from April 26th I'm canceling out the 50mg bc it wasn't 100...

A lot of this could be due to time but the research speaks for its self. Cbd build up. White mulberries facilitate the dopaminergic mesolimbic pathway rather than deplete it. Which is a good thing. It acts differently than an antipsychotics bc it doesn't deplete it. It just facilitates it.

Idk I feel like I have made no improvement but at the same time I know there is a difference. More time is essential and not changing anything until the effects truly set in. I gave White mulberries a month before I went to 50mg of cbd... and I only gave 50 mg 6 days bc my brain wanted more of it...

The sad thing is my brain wants even more but I truly can't afford it. We got to work with the 100mg...

And maybe in 2 months I'll go to 2000mg of white mulberries although I'd be worried about side effects but I got to take things one step at a time.

I eat healthy. A lot of vegetarian foods. I'm treating my Graves disease and I'm dieting. I'm trying very hard. I just hope it pays off.

I notice music is more enjoyable. That's one thing that's notable but the volume matters. And my focus level.

I can't wait until the day I can think of my hallucination without hallucinating that would be major improvement...

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owlbearwrites · 1 year ago

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Hi, I'm writing a serialized novel about how two people in love get separated by an apocalypse, but find each other against all odds, 200 years later! The full WIP intro is here, but here's a snippet that might well become the opening scene, featuring one of the protagonists' diary.

Other writeblrs, if you see this, please share your stories too!

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Fate is Just the Half of It

To whoever finds this: hope humans still know how to read

October 23, 2077 (wait, is it 24th already? hard to keep track of time here; nah, couldn’t have been here more than ten hours)

Personal panic room of the Triumvirate Inc. CEO (wow, no, that’s so douchey)

ground zero, day one

Are you fucking kidding me?

Yeah, how’s that for a first line? Well, it was gonna be my last. Not bad as famous last words go, but there wasn’t anyone nearby to take it down, so I figured I’d stick around. Shame to die without an audience and let a good line go to waste.

The mushroom cloud in my window made for one hell of a backdrop, though. The oranges and the blacks, all swirling together, like a sunrise, but more badass. Except, you know, sunrises usually signify beginnings, whereas this one… yeah. Still pretty, though. And you thought there were no upsides to being in the office at 6 a.m.

It wasn’t a total surprise. Like, I couldn’t actually believe it till I saw it—hell, I don’t think I believe it now, even. But I knew it was coming. Got a 30-minute warning like the rest of the city. Didn’t run for the hills like the rest of the city, though. ‘Cause there weren’t any hills I cared to run for. None I could reach in half an hour, anyway.

Okay, whoever’s reading this, I don’t expect you’ll ever get a say in designing a nuclear strike early warning system, but I’m gonna tell you this anyway. 30 minutes is a really, really shitty warning period. Not enough time to get anywhere you might wanna get to, and way too much time to think. To wish you were somewhere else. Like, say, a suburban two-bedroom with a Vac-Evac link. 30 minutes to really appreciate what an idiot you were to stay at the office, stay in the city, stay optimistic, stay hopeful, stay invested in the idea that there was a shred of reason left in the collective humanity ‘cause c’mon, it’s all just talk, they’re not actually gonna do it, humans have scraps, always have done, always will have, but they’re NOT actually gonna blow up the fucking world, c’mon, what kind of FUCKING IDIOTS would actually, ACTUALLY do something like that??

Anyway. 30-minute warning is bullshit. Put that into your feedback form and smoke it.

still day one, probably

When the alarm went off, I knew that was it. Almost ran to the parking garage before it hit me that every other sad bastard in Boston was doing the same thing. I’d never make it to Havenford. I’d never make it out of the city. The best I could do out there was die in traffic. No, thanks.

I still tried to make a call, though. No luck. All lines jammed. Network access barred: emergency services only. Told myself it’s for the best. Didn’t wanna lie to him, didn’t want our last talk to turn into a fight. Least of all didn’t want him to try and do something stupid like coming to get me. Not that he’d ever make it. He’d just miss his evac and die for nothing. Wouldn’t stop him trying, though. Man has no quit in him.

Funny thing: normally, I don’t either. But knowing your whole world is gonna go to hell in, oh, twenty-five minutes now, and everything you’ve built is gonna go to pieces, and once the dust has settled, no-one will even remember your name… yeah, that’ll get a guy down a skosh.

So, yeah, the bit where I said that swearing at the mushroom cloud was gonna be the last thing I ever did? I meant it at the time. I wasn’t gonna run and die out there. But I wasn’t gonna hide and try to survive it, either. ‘Cause like I said, my world was about to get wiped out. And the only bit of it that stood a chance of making it through the next hour was gonna be out of my reach for good. Assuming he didn’t do something real fucking stupid.

Please tell me you didn’t. Please tell me you went to the evac as planned. For fuck’s sake, please tell me you took the train, and the lift and the whatever. Please be up there now.

So I waited. Smoked a cigarette. Yeah, yeah, I know, those things’ll kill ya. Made a real good cup of coffee with which to watch the show.

And then it happened. Right on time. And I just stared out of my window. Couldn’t bring myself to believe it.

And then I ran. So much for hanging on to hubris to the end. So much for going down with the ship. Call it animal instinct, call it good old-fashioned cowardice, call it whatever. Point is, I ran straight for the panic room. Didn’t even spill the coffee.

Good thing, too. The supply kits in here only have instant. In case you want proof that I never really believed it was gonna start raining nukes.

okay so every couple of weeks i have the thought 'wow people dont reblog writing like they used too anymore' and it's true but what's the point in having that thought and doing nothing to change it?

you all should reblog this post and share some of your writing or art or moodboards or fun facts off of it! give me something to look at and reblog!

even better, try and check out the notes once this gets spreading, and do the same!

#queer scifi #post apocalyptic #writeblr #writeblr reblog frenzy

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pesterloglog · 1 year ago

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Dirk Strider, Jane Crocker

Act 6, page 4454-4459

timaeusTestified [TT] began bothering gutsyGumshoe [GG] at 1:43

TT: I should probably warn you.

GG: About what?

GG: Yet another exploding game trap?

TT: Well shit.

TT: She already sent it?

GG: Yes.

GG: But to be fair, she warned me not to run it.

TT: That's weird.

GG: Why?

GG: She was probably just trying to protect me from the Batterwitch's latest assassination attempt.

GG: Sheesh, I can't believe you all finally got me saying "Batterwitch" too. Who would have thought?

TT: No, it's weird because Lalonde was the one who rigged it to explode.

TT: It's a bogus copy she coded herself. The real game file she downloaded is totally legit.

GG: What? Really?

TT: Got it right here myself. Checked it out.

TT: File's fuckin' clean as a whistle.

TT: A whistle that overcame a major substance abuse problem. Trying to get its life back on track.

TT: The whistle is holding down a steady job now. It's taking things one day at a time.

TT: Eat a fuckin' dinner off that whistle.

GG: ...

TT: Ok I'll shut up.

GG: Why would she do that?

TT: To accomplish exactly what it sounds like got accomplished.

TT: You narrowly averting the "fake" threat to your life, then getting your shit all hot and bothered at the Baroness over it.

TT: Then you abdicate your heiress throne or something, and give up on this game as a big fuck you to the genocidal cake alien.

GG: But...

GG: If she felt so strongly that I shouldn't play, she could have told me.

GG: Or, told me more forcefully, I guess. I would have listened!

GG: Maybe.

GG: :(

TT: She's working through some problems right now.

TT: Really doesn't want us to play that game.

TT: So I guess this was the insane stunt she whipped up to derail the inevitable.

TT: Kinda reckless for my tastes.

TT: One of the above statements is a fucking lie, are you gutsy enough a gumshoe to spot it.

GG: Maybe she was justified in taking such an extreme measure. I sure hadn't been taking her seriously.

GG: She even warned me not to play it until she got back, but I went ahead anyway because I was too impatient!

GG: Actually...

GG: Now that I think about it, she was probably going to disarm it or such when she got back, seeing as her objective had essentially been accomplished already by an ACTUAL assassination attempt.

GG: After that, I told her I would believe her about everything.

GG: That probably made her feel guilty about setting me up, so she told me not to touch the file until she returned.

TT: Sounds about right.

GG: But then I went ahead and ran it anyway like a doofus.

GG: I think she just wanted to be believed.

GG: Shucks.

GG: Am I an awful friend?

TT: Nope.

GG: I'm not so sure about that.

TT: Well, before you go taking a massive sad crap all over your friendship credentials, consider this.

TT: Only she could manage to blow up your computer with a nasty deathloop virus and somehow make YOU be the one to feel shitty about it.

GG: Heh!

GG: You're right.

TT: Or maybe you're the one who uniquely fills the predicate in that construction.

TT: I don't god damn know.

TT: Your friendship with her is a half drunken three-legged relay race, and the baton is a stick of dynamite.

TT: And you two are the only ones on the track. Me and English are watching from under the bleachers, high-fiving constantly.

GG: I guess that's a pretty apt metaphor, even though it doesn't make the slightest bit of sense.

TT: Yes.

GG: I just wanted to start playing the game so badly!

GG: Now more than ever. I have reason to believe the stakes have increased dramatically.

TT: They have.

TT: And they will continue to.

GG: I think our dream counterparts are all marked for death, and if we are to stand a chance, we must move quickly.

TT: I agree.

TT: Just heard about your assassination on Prospit.

GG: Oh, she told you already?

TT: Who, RL? No.

TT: I read it in a newspaper.

GG: Um.

GG: Are you being ironic again?

TT: No.

TT: I just picked up one of the sleazy Dersite tabloid rags.

TT: Sometimes they'll feature some pretty entertaining gossip about the royalty or whatever.

TT: But they're primarily dedicated to smearing Prospit. The press had a field day with the deaths of the Page and the Maid.

GG: Dersite? You mean the other planet? The evil one?

TT: Derse, yeah.

TT: Not evil, necessarily. That's a bit simplistic. The kingdom represents the forces of opposition to Prospit and the four heroes. Us.

GG: What did the story say about me?

TT: "DEAD"

TT: Was the big ass headline.

TT: Then a photo of your dead body lying there, followed by a lot of bullshit slander.

TT: It was also reported your tower exploded. They couldn't find the body to give it a proper funeral. Probably incinerated.

GG: I didn't realize you had woken up in the game already.

GG: When did that happen?

TT: Dunno. Years ago. Don't really recall.

GG: I guess I shouldn't act surprised you didn't tell me. What with all your highfalutin secrecy.

TT: It's hard to explain.

TT: I was never technically asleep there. I was awake without realizing it.

TT: Then I realized it.

TT: And I sorta learned how to be awake there while awake here too.

TT: I am awake there now, albeit pretending to sleep.

GG: Pretending? Why?

TT: For one thing, it gets a bit distracting managing two alert bodies in different places at the same time.

TT: And for another thing, it's better to maintain appearances.

TT: Everyone on Derse believes their heroes haven't woken yet.

TT: Though they are both rumored to be very active sleep walkers.

TT: Which is half true. She can't ever seem to sleep still. Goes off wandering for days.

TT: Sometimes I've gotta go round her up from some godforsaken cranny of the abyss. Drag her tipsy ass home, tuck her back in.

TT: Maybe I'll chain her leg to the bed if she doesn't wake up soon.

TT: Though in light of the recent assassinations, her slumbering attraction to the void probably works to her advantage. No one ever knows where she is.

GG: I'm still not sure I'm following.

GG: Why are you maintaining the appearance of being asleep? On Prospit, it seemed as if the people there regarded me and Jake very highly. Like celebrated figures.

GG: Is it not the same way on Derse?

TT: No, it's essentially the same situation here.

TT: They glorify us the same way. Almost like we're their purple pajama'd team mascots. Even though they will completely oppose our objective when all is said and done.

TT: Kinda ridiculous, really.

TT: But even so, I think it's better to lay low, not alert anyone to my...

TT: Alertness. 😎

TT: That way I can sneak around and gather information. Do some reconnaissance before shit starts getting real.

GG: In other words, read newspapers, get a feel for "the word on the street," and such?

GG: As might a detective? :B

TT: Yeah, among other things. Like keep an eye on agent activity.

GG: You mean... secret agents??

TT: No, more like high ranking officials.

TT: Judging from your knife wound, I'm betting you were the victim of the Archagent himself.

TT: You should feel honored, I guess.

GG: Who's that?

TT: A guy named Noir.

TT: Real nasty dude. Crazy ambitious. Loves knives.

TT: If we're going to stand any chance of winning this thing,

TT: I've got this nagging suspicion we're gonna have to take him down first.

TT: And a feeling that nags equally,

TT: Is it ain't gonna be easy.

GG: I guess I should find all that ominous.

GG: But I cannot lie, sir.

GG: Nothing you have said has made me one iota less excited to begin this adventure!

GG: Those dastardly agents can try to assassinate me all they like. I just want to get started!

TT: That's the most awesome way to be, Jane.

TT: And it is again why you will be our leader.

TT: (Sort of.)

GG: Right.

GG: Still fixing to pull the strings for us, per your extensive puppet metaphor?

TT: Pulling them as we speak.

TT: I am having Lil Seb install a real copy of the client on another computer in your house.

TT: A clean computer, not any of this BCCorp garbage you tend to accumulate.

TT: I'll have to insist from this point onward, you employ neutral devices.

TT: That shit fucks with your head.

GG: Hrm.

GG: Alrighty, I think I can make that concession.

TT: Once it's installed, I'll connect with you. I will be your server player.

TT: I know this isn't what you were hoping for, but some improvisation is in order.

TT: While you get the ball rolling, I'll try to talk some sense into that mercurial boozehound.

GG: Sounds like a plan.

GG: I do hope she comes around. It would be a bummer to play without her.

TT: She will.

GG: Say, do I even have any machines that survived the explosion besides this one?

TT: Do you even have any machines that don't inundate you with fucking Hamburger Helper ads and Guy Fieri's heinous propaganda?

GG: I guess not. :p

GG: Still, some nice things were surely destroyed.

GG: I think Detective Pony was caught in the blast.

GG: It's unlikely Acorn survived. :'(

TT: A fitting end to a life of moral compromise.

GG: So, since I'm apparently out of "neutral devices,"

GG: Which computer is Seb installing the file on?

TT: On your dad's computer downstairs.

TT: One in the study.

GG: Gotcha.

GG: My poor dad.

GG: He surely heard the explosion. I've put him through so much today.

GG: Oh no...

TT: What?

GG: I just had a dreadful thought.

GG: The kitchen is just below my room.

GG: What if he had begun baking his afternoon cake when my computer exploded?

TT: I wouldn't worry about it.

GG: Maybe I should go look?

GG: Though I'm a little afraid to.

TT: I think it'll take a lot more to kill that dude than a little falling debris.

TT: Trust me.

GG: I hope so.

GG: The Crockers have something of a legacy when it comes to losing forebears in mysterious explosions.

GG: I would be so sad if I kept the tradition alive like this.

TT: The most you have to worry about is getting grounded back to the stone age.

TT: When you enter the session, he'll probably lock you up in a prison cell on Derse.

TT: Probably stick a huge safe in front of the bars for good measure.

TT: Now do me a favor and hop off the couch.

GG: Ok.

GG: What are you doing?

TT: Makin' room for something big.

#homestuck #dirk strider #jane crocker #homestuck act 6 #page 4454 #page 4455 #page 4456 #page 4457 #page 4458 #page 4459 #homestuck act 6 act 2

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