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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years ago

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Title: Sin In The City***

Nalani x Lewis x Lynix Mini Series

Warning: Cursing, Plot Heavy, NSFW AT ALL, SMUUUUT, FILTH, PLENTY OF WORDS

Words: 3k {8.7k, LMAO for thinking it would be anything else} 🤣🤣

Summary: Nalani and Lynix have been friends since they first grew hips and tits. They do everything together. When Lewis tells Nalani that he’s in Vegas for the weekend and invites her to come out, she jumps at the chance, especially when Lewis says the more, the merrier to bringing Nix along. The long weekend goes from a fun time to putting the “sin” in Sin City thanks to a secret plot Nalani concocts.

Note: As you know @munteanhorewrites and I are HUUUUGE Lewis Tan fans. The man is just absolute deliciousness and the whole entire package. So, Ru and I got to talking about him currently being in Vegas for the long weekend, and we thought, why not treat you guys while indulging ourselves. This is going to be a four-shot miniseries where Ru and I will each write two chapters for the four-day weekend of sheer debauchery. Thank you @munteanhorewrites for suggesting we combine our evil powers. Mwhahahaha! 😈😈

We hope you enjoy this. As always, thank you guys so much for reading. ❤️❤️

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Chapter Legend:

-Chapter One: @royallyprincesslilly

-Chapter Two: @munteanhorewrites

Chapter Three: @royallyprincesslilly

Chapter Four: @munteanhorewrites

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

Chapter One: Set The Stage

-Nalani-

“My God, everybody is gonna be in town this weekend, especially since it’s a long one,” Lynix said as she plopped onto the oversized bean bag that was in the corner of my room.

I remembered the day we’d walked into Z Gallerie just to look around. Neither of us expected something like that to be in the high-end store. It didn’t take long to instantly fall in love with it, and thankfully the store had two left in stock. They were both the same color but completely different fabrics. Lynix preferred the fur one, but I needed the leather one in my life. That’s how it always was with us, we liked different finishes, but we had the same luxurious tastes.

“I know. I was trying to come up with a plan. Beach, and shopping tomorrow, then spa Saturday?”

Lynix scrunched her face. I knew she loved both, but right now, I needed her to make a damn choice. She’d always been the indecisive one, especially when it came to two things she enjoyed equally. When Nix shrugged, you knew she’d come to a decision.

“Eh—doesn’t matter, although I think we should shop first. I’ve wanted to get a few new suits.”

The amount of excitement that surged through me was too much for me to contain. When I screeched, Nix’s head snapped to me. As I clapped my hands excitedly, a huge smile plastered across my face. “Yeees, then I can pick up that new brow kit that Jackie just dropped. Uugh, I am so ready for it. I have so many ideas for content.”

By looking at Nix’s face, I could tell she was also looking forward to the day’s activities. What girl didn’t like shopping for new things such as clothes and makeup. Usually, when we went shopping, we would go early and not leave the mall until it was closing, and both of us would have so many bags that were filled with things neither of us needed.

“So, it’s a plan, I confirmed.

Nix nodded and continued to scroll through her phone for a few moments before she stood and walked out to get ready. Living in Miami, there were tons of pros. The weather was a major one. For the majority of the year, the weather remained calm, beautiful, and sunny. That meant that I could dress however the hell I wanted. After rummaging through my closet for the perfect thing to wear, I decided on a pair of dark denim jeans, a white scoop neck tee with two slits at the sides that carried all the way up my ribcage.

When I sat down to beat my face, I had Saweetie blasting.

“Can’t stop, won’t stop get guap. Ten white toes in them Troy flip flops. Manicures and pedicures I’m tip-top. When they say I’m not hot, all these lies need to stop. Cause I’m icy, wifey, haters wanna fight me.”

Feeling the music, I stood and did my best hot gyal Meg moves. Within a few seconds, I heard Nix’s telltale “ayyyyyy.” Turning, I saw her standing in the doorway, using the doorjamb behind her as a twerk partner.

“Get it!”

She stood and rapped the next verse. “My team is trying to eat, so we grinding til’ out mental bleed. You tryna get a bag of weed? I’m tryna get a bag a week. Put it in my savings and invest in the right companies. My dream is like a child, and I’m taking all the custody.”

That was when I joined in too. We were rapping, twerking, and acting a fool for the next minute or two. I watched Nix drop to the floor and pop her ass from left to right. Not being the one to be outdone, I bent forward and made mine clap. When I felt her drop a heavy-handed slap to my ass, I dropped and brought her with me. We laid on the floor, laughing together for a full minute.

“You play too much. You can’t let me be great! You and your knees like Meg head ass,” I teased. She snorted loudly.

“I got Meg’s knees, and you got her ass!”

“Okuuuur!

Nix stood and straightened the ruffles of her off the shoulder white crop top at the same time my phone rang. When I picked it up off of the wireless charging port, I screeched out.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I showed her the phone so she could see who was calling. Her smile was broad but not as wide as yours. After three rings, you picked up the facetime call. Lewis’ gorgeous face filled the screen, and your belly fluttered. His groomed mustache chin beard decorated his face in a way that was just so pleasing to the eye. It complimented his facial structure so well. The man was too damn fine for his own good, and the worst part—he knew it.

“Hey, handsome,” I answered in my sugary seductive voice.

“There she is Lani, Lani. How are you, beautiful?” Lewis’s smile was soft, but it still gave way to his dimples to take center stage.

“I’m good.”

“That’s good. Wooo, you look good as hell,” Lewis complimented in his smooth voice. It was the voice he used when he wanted something, and the voice always got him anything he wanted. I bit my bottom lip and plopped onto my bed.

“Did you just wake up? You look like you’re in bed still.”

“I kind of did. I caught an early flight, and once I got in and did some training, I crashed.”

My eyes dropped to his bare chest, and I found myself wondering if he was naked. Usually, that is how he slept. The memories flooded me, and like the wind, I was gone, lost in my lascivious thoughts.

“Lani!”

“Sorry, babe, what’d you say?”

“What’re you up to?”

“Nothing much. Was just kicking it about to do some shopping.”

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Nix trying to get a look at him. I slanted the screen so she could see without him knowing she was there. She gave me a look to say, “excuse me.” Pressing my lips together, I tried to stifle the laugh that wanted freedom.

“I had an idea. I’m in Vegas for the weekend. You should come through.”

Nix’s eyes bugged.

“Vegas?”

“Yeah. This is one of my last weekends of freedom before press, and all that starts. So, I thought, why not have some fun. You down?”

I looked to Nix, who was now standing behind my phone with her back to my balcony's sliding door. She nodded her head excitedly while motioning for me to say something.

“Uh—well, I don’t know, babe. This weekend? Lew, that’s like—tomorrow.”

Nix gave you a look asking if you were crazy. I had every intention of accepting the offer, but there was no way in hell that I was going to make him think he had it like that. A girl had to have some mystery about her no matter how fine the man or how good his stroke game was.

“I know it’s short notice but come on Lani, it’s Vegas!”

Lewis began moving, and it gave you the answer you needed; he wasn’t naked. His black boxer briefs clung to his hips, making my fingers itch to hook in the waistband. The visual swirled, almost giving you motion sickness before his face came back into focus with all the sights of Vegas behind him. I made out a few landmarks, mainly their replica of the Eiffel Tower and the strip's blinding lights. A smile spread across your face before you rolled your eyes.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

He was so damn adorable. He actually looked surprised as if he really was surprised you’d accepted.

“Yeah. Why not? I’m sure you can find some way to entertain me.”

Lewis smiled, but this was no regular smile. It was one that spoke of so much. We’d been dealing with each other on and off for the last two months or so after meeting at a music event. I’d gone to cut loose and ended up catching the eye of some rapper who had a really grandiose ideal of himself. He thought I’d leave with him and turn into another notch on his bedpost, but once Lewis and I got to talking, there was no way. He was categorically more interesting. After two or three dates, the inevitable happened, and he dispelled all negative stereotypes about Asian men.

“I have a favor, though, babe,” I began with a sweet as honey smile.

“Name it.”

“I want to bring my friend.”

Nix’s eyes again bugged; she wasn’t expecting that. As she flailed her hands around telling me to cease and desist, I ignored her.

“A friend you say?”

“Yep, my bestie, Lynix.”

“Oh, thee Lynix? Say no more. The more, the merrier,” Lewis answered.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’m looking forward to finally meeting her. I’ll make the arrangements and text you the info.”

“Okay, babe. I’ll see you soon.”

I puckered up and blew him a kiss. Before I ended the call, I watched him lick his lips, and even more excitement filled you.

“What the hell was that? Who said I wanted to go to Vegas and be the third wheel to your sexcation?”

“Nix, come on. What would you do? Stay here? Call dickhead and fall back into a situation with the only benefit being mediocre dick?”

Nix’s jaw dropped. “Wow, the call out wasn’t necessary, Lani.”

“I don’t’ sugar coat. You’ll have more fun with me in Vegas. Plus, it’s not a sexcation.”

They were words I didn’t even fully believe. It was just a matter of time. Nix paced the floor as she contemplated the offer. “I don’t want to be a third wheel,” she protested.

“You won’t be. Lew is cool. It’ll be fun.”

She didn’t look convinced, but she looked more inclined to being easy about it than continuing her protest. The moment I saw her acceptance, I sprang to my feet and hugged her.

“It’s going to be a great weekend.”

After a few moments of embracing, Nix was the one to speak first. “Come on! Hurry that ass up. I’m hungry!”

She always got hangry quicker than anyone I’d ever known. After another fifteen minutes or so of primping, we left determined to catch our favorite restaurant for lunch. In Miami, everywhere anyone turned, they were met with skin, suntan lotion, muscles, and food. To some, that meant that they had to remain on point or else someone would catch them slipping, and no one wanted that. In Miami, if someone caught you slipping, you lost your man, job, or even worse your lifestyle.

Nix and I didn’t have to worry about that. We were secure in our careers. Lynix was able to make surprisingly good money as a top food and luxury goods blogger, while I’d found my place in the fashion and makeup influencer world. Where every influencer was a copy and paste option, I worked hard to set myself apart from them. My ideas were fresh, and my content always showed that I thought outside the box. Since our bags were secured, our lifestyle was safe.

However, when it came to men, both Nix and I liked to keep our options open. Life was meant for living. These days, a lot of men acted like they wanted to live but truly only brought headaches. Who could be bothered? That didn’t mean we were in no man’s land. Whenever the need arose to be wined and dined, we went out and entertained whoever we chose. A girl might not want headaches, but she does want to be spoiled and made to feel pretty. Lewis brought no headaches, he treated me well, and the handful of times we’d gotten it in, it showed that he had far superior bedroom manners than anyone she’s dealt with.

At lunch, we ironed out the plan for the day now that the weekend plan had significantly changed. Bathing suits and makeup were not the only things we planned on picking up at the mall now. There was a whole new list.

“Nix, I thought I heard you up on the phone last night. Was it Caesar?”

Lynix rolled her eyes as she took up her burger and took a hearty bite. As she chewed, she moaned and motioned to her plate. The burger was nearly bigger than her mouth, but she made it work.

“This is so good, Lani.”

I leaned over the table toward the burger. She knew what I wanted and held out the burger for me to take a bite. Moaning, I relished the flavors that burst over my tastebuds. It was rare for restaurants to season their food with more than a pinch of salt and a dash of pepper, but I could taste much more than the two.

“You’re right. The avocado is a great addition.”

Nix took another bite as I stirred my pasta dish before I began eating.

“Is he bugging you to get back together again?”

Nix rolled her eyes again, but she nodded, “You know it. I don’t get it. It’s like he thinks the third time will be the charm.”

I loudly kissed my teeth. Men like that were annoying as hell. For starters, I didn’t think the second round was a good idea, and I sure as hell didn’t think third time was going to be the charm, but I kept that to myself this time. “What do you think?”

“Hell no!”

We busted out laughing at the same time, not caring how loud we were. I noticed the eyes that slid to us from nearby tables. It was clear they were curious about what was so funny.

“I told you, you need to try something new,” I said while wiggling my eyebrows. “It’s a good thing we’re doing Vegas this weekend. I think you’ll find that something new.”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t make no plans for me, Lani. You always wanna play matchmaker.”

“I didn’t have matchmaking in mind—well not in the way you think,” I gibed.

Her jaw dropped, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Yeah, Vegas would be a damn good time all right, I thought, as we finished our meal.

By the time we got to the mall, Lewis had texted the info for the first-class flight he’d booked for the two of us. He made sure to add the message, “Making sure two queens travel the way they deserve.” When I showed Nix, she rolled her eyes, but I could tell she was just as in awe as I was from the smile on her face.

Take-off was eight in the morning, which meant the rest of the day would be jamb packed to ensure everything got done. We flitted from store to store and spent money like we meant it. What was supposed to be a two maybe three store stop turned into four hours of complete indulgence. With the intent to pick up something nice for Lewis, we found ourselves in Agent Provocateur.

After trying on a few pieces, I suckered Nix into trying some things on too. She didn’t protest with this. She liked lingerie, no matter the reason. She thought it would be just for her pleasure, but I was beginning to formulate an alternate plan, one she had no idea about, but she would—in time.

When we were both dressed in our final selections, Nix snapped a picture of me in a yellow number and sent it to Lewis.

MSG: Decisions, Decisions.

In less than a minute, his response came through.

MSG Lew: Sold! Matter fact, get it in every color.

Two hours later, with take-out in hand, we made it home. It was late, but instead of packing and getting some rest, we decided to binge-watch the newest season of The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina on Netflix. As you ate, you gossiped, laughed, and enjoyed the time together as you always did. There was a reason you’d moved in together; you genuinely liked each other and enjoyed hanging out together.

~~~~~~~~~~

-Friday-

The next day after two hours of chaos with last-minute packing, dancing, an impromptu fashion show, and taking turns doing each other’s makeup and hair, we finally were seated in first-class enjoying a glass of rosé.

“Man, he sure knows how to charm a girl,” Nix joked.

“You have no idea.”

“Uh—I kinda do. You’ve literally told me everything about him,” she added.

She was right. I had told her quite a bit about him. I’d also tried to get them to meet a few times, but each time one or both of them had other things they had to do. I wasn’t worried they wouldn’t like each other; I was sure once they spoke, they’d hit it off. I was counting on it for my plan to work.

“So—Nix,” I began, again in my sweet as honey voice.”

“Don’t try to use your charms on me, Lani. I know all your tricks,” she countered.

Rolling my eyes, I pouted and decided to forge on. “What do you think of Lew?”

“I told you, he’s cute.”

“Yeah, but what else?”

Nix looked at me as if she were trying to figure out my angle.

“I don’t know him, Lani. From what I’ve seen, he seems like a cool guy, end of story.”

It wasn’t a raving review, but I had to take it. Maybe her tune would be different after she got to see what he was about.

“Just—know that you’re the only person I don’t mind sharing with,” I dropped before I popped my AirPods in. I could feel her eyes on me, but I pretended not to notice. I’d give her the flight to marinate on what I meant.

After a three hour nonstop flight, we made it to baggage claim and got our belongings, then went in search of the driver that was supposed to be waiting for us as per Lewis’s text message from this morning. It didn’t take long to find him because he held up a sign with both your names on it.

“That’s us.”

“Great. Welcome to Vegas, I’m Drew. I’ll be your driver. Is this everything?”

He nodded toward mine and Nix’s six total pieces of luggage. I nodded and allowed him to gather them before he walked ahead, leading us out of the busy airport. Once we made it outside, Drew ushered us into the waiting luminous pearl white Mercedes Maybach.

“I don’t think that yellow number from Provocateur is gonna be enough,” Nix teased, making me giggle way too loudly.

She was right though, mans was putting in all the stops. This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, though. Lewis liked to enjoy life. He liked the finer things and didn’t see a reason not to indulge in moderation.

The drive wasn’t obscenely long, but it was filled with quite a bit of traffic, especially considering it was just past eleven in the morning. Google said it was supposed to be a twenty-minute ride from the airport, but it turned out to be nearly thirty fives. Neither of us minded. We chatted, recorded a series of lives, and took several pictures to post to our respective socials.

Once the car pulled up to the hotel, we walked inside, taking in every detail while I pulled out my phone. It was a beautiful hotel.

MSG: Should I just give your name to the reception or something else?

“No need. I gotchu.”

I spun around, coming face to face with a dimpled and smiling Lewis.

“Aah, babe!” Lewis came in for a hug, and once he wrapped his arms around me, I moaned. His arms felt so damn strong. He was not gimping on his workouts.

“How’d you know we were here?”

“I got the alert from the driver and the company,” he responded as he kissed my cheek. He smelled so fucking good.

“How are you, babe?”

“Better now that you guys are here,” Lewis answered with a wide smile.

I shook my head; the charm would be the death of me. Lewis’s eyes had already drifted to Lynix, who was standing back a few feet.

“Finally, you two can meet. Lew, this is Lynix, my best friend in the entire world,” I declared with one hand holding Lewis’s and reaching out for Nix’s hand with my other.

They both just stared at each other for a few moments without speaking.

“Lynix,” Lewis began.

“Nix,” she corrected. “The only people who call me Lynix are my parents and acquaintances.”

Lewis smiled and nodded. “Glad to know I’m not an acquaintance.”

Nix smirked and shrugged. “You’re a minuscule notch above it. I’d be careful, though.”

Lewis’s laugh was loud as it echoed throughout the lobby. “Wow. Of course, she’d be just as witty as you,” he said, glancing across to me. I shrugged. I had told him we were pretty similar.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Lewis added before I slipped his hand to hers, letting them both go.

Both of them looked at me with a question in their eyes, but it quickly faded before they looked back to each other and shook hands.

“Same here.”

A few more seconds elapsed with both of them holding hands before Nix dropped his. I pinched my lips, sensing that everything was falling into place. From the look on Nix’s face, I could tell she thought he was more than cute.

“Okay, let’s head up to the penthouse and get you two settled,” Lewis announced.

The three of you, the bellhop, and a few other hotel guests, rode the elevator. Lewis asked questions about the flight and if everything was good with the drive over. I happily thanked him for everything he’d done thus far and took the chase to tease him with touches. The thing I loved about Lewis was he was equally as flirtatious as I was. He liked to tease as much as I did and did it with ease. Every touch I placed on his arm, chest, and cheek, he returned with his lips to my ear as he whispered to me, or his hand on my hip as he held me close, or even his words. He knew his appeal and always used it as a weapon.

Once you made it to the penthouse level and walked inside, Lewis handled the bellhop and directed him to where the bags went while I dragged Nix to the balcony to marvel at the beauty that was Las Vegas. I looked over to Nix and bounced my hip against her.

“See. I told you this was a good idea.”

“Fine, this is gorgeous,” she finally admitted.

I pulled my phone out, ready for another picture. As we posed and blew kisses to the camera, neither of us noticed Lewis approach the balcony doors. When I looked over, he wore a soft smile as he watched.

“Babe, get in these pictures!”

He held his hands up. “I don’t wanna barge in where I’m not wanted.”

“Oh, you’re more than wanted, right, Nix.”

She licked her lips and shrugged. “The more, the merrier.”

Lewis scoffed and nodded as he came over to stand to the other side of me, leaving me in the middle. After two or three pictures, I moved him to the middle, so it was a proper sandwich.

“That’s better. It’s more aesthetically pleasing,” I remarked. Both Nix and Lewis simply nodded.

“Everyone say, Sin City!”

We all shouted it as my phone did snap after snap. I liked to do the burst shots because I preferred natural-looking pictures, and out of the twenty in the burst, there was bound to be at least four that were gold. After about five minutes of posing for pictures with Lewis in the frame, he took over as the cameraman. It was over then. When you put us in front of a camera together with someone else taking the snaps, we turned into a whole different monster. It was like when the power rangers morphed together into that one super ranger.

I turned my back to Lewis and looked over my shoulder. Nix leaned close, touching her cheek to mine while resting her hand on top of my ass. I peeped the way Lewis lowered the camera for a few seconds before he brought it back up to take the picture. When we changed poses for me to lift Nix’s leg to show off the skin of her thigh, Lewis again lowered the phone, this time I saw him lick his lips before he sucked his bottom one for a few moments. This was going swimmingly, I thought to myself.

Lewis let us settle in while he took care of a little business, and that was when I saw he’d had my bags placed in his room. It felt good to know he was on the same page as you were about this Vegas trip. Sometimes it was hard to decipher what someone’s true thoughts and feelings were. With Lewis, sometimes it was plain as day.

The knock at the door had me turning to see Nix leaning on the door looking around.

“So, what’s the plan? I’m starving.”

“You’re always hungry.”

“Listen, don’t try to hunger shame me, just feed me,” she countered as she walked inside the room to plop down beside me.

“Look.”

Handing her my phone so she could see the comment under one of the pictures I’d posted from the balcony shoot. I watched her face closely, and when I saw her jaw drop, I snorted.

“Your followers are freaks.”

The two of you laughed together before Nix stretched out on the bed. As if not liking the position, she brought her legs under her to sit on her shins. The shorts she wore had ridden up her thigh.

“I mean, he said it, not me,” I defended as I got more comfortable. Not realizing how close my phone was, I accidentally pushed it off the bed.

“I’ll get it,” Nix offered, crawling to the right side of the bed to bend over the edge to get my phone.

With Nix’s ass high in the air, that was the moment Lewis walked in. Almost instantly, his eyebrow shot up with his eyes glued to her ass. It couldn’t have gone better even if I had planned it. He liked what he saw.

“I got it.” She handed me the phone.

“Hey, babe.”

In shock, Nix yelped and turned, looking at Lewis.

“You guys look super comfortable in here,” Lewis answered. I laid down, placing my head in Nix’s lap.

“It’s a nice bed, hard not to be comfortable.”

Lewis loudly cleared his throat before he spoke. “So, what do you guys want to do?”

“This one is begging to be fed,” I said, tapping Nix’s knee.

“Okay, let’s go. I know the perfect restaurant.”

“Great,” Nix replied, instantly moving off the bed. “I’ll meet you guys downstairs.” With that, she was gone.

Lewis’s eyes roamed over my body before he crossed the room to stand at the foot of the bed, looking down at me.

“How long’s it been?”

“You tell me,” I countered. His smile was again one of the flirt.

“A few weeks?”

“Just about.”

Lewis lowered his body on top of mine, but he didn’t touch me. I opened my legs, pressing them back to the mattress, reminding him just who he was fucking with. I watched him look down my body to my pressed back legs. He scoffed before he looked back to my eyes.

“Ready for me, huh?”

Bringing my foot to his crotch, I felt his hardening patch. “Maybe about as ready as you are for me.”

Quickly Lewis dropped his lips to mine and kissed me. Wasting no time, he delved his tongue into my mouth, swirling his with mine. I moaned on his lips and wrapped my legs around his back. Finally, he pressed his muscled body to mine, teasing me with every hardened plane of his frame. He was absolute perfection.

Lewis moaned once more before he pulled away. “Didn’t you want to eat?”

“I could definitely eat,” I said, reaching for the buttons of his pants. He groaned and took a few steps back.

“Good things come to those who wait, beautiful.”

Lewis nudged his head, signaling for us to go. He was going to be the death of me, I thought.

Twenty minutes later, the three of us found ourselves at a restaurant that served a mix of breakfast and lunch options. When we sat, Nix moved to sit on my right while keeping Lewis on my left, but after a subtle rearrangement, Lewis was in the middle with both of us on either side of him. I could tell she had questions, but she kept them to herself. I knew I’d have to clue her in soon.

“So Nix, anything in particular you want to do while here?”

She looked at Lewis as she finished chewing. “Not really. I’m pretty easy.”

“Oh, really?”

She smirked and shook her head, “When it comes to fun,” Nix clarified. Lewis smiled and nodded.

“Lani’s told me so much about you.”

“Oh yeah? All bad, I’m sure. Don’t believe anything she’s told you.”

I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes.

“Oh, so don’t believe that you’re funny as hell, really sweet, talented, a damn good cook, and that you’re a great person?”

Nix looked at me and melted. She was easy.

“Awww, Lani,” she began.

“Shut up, don’t make it weird.”

The three of us chuckled before Nix continued. “Those you can believe, but I’m not as sweet as she says.”

“You look pretty sweet to me,” Lewis slid in.

The way Nix looked at him said she was speechless. When she looked at me, I smiled and gave her a look to say, “told you.” The man was walking charm.

“Looks can be deceiving.”

“You’re sweeter than you look,” I added, leaning to Lewis’s cheek to place a soft kiss to it. “Trust me,” I whispered into his ear.

A few moments later, my phone went off.

MSG Nix: What are you doing?

MSG: Nothing. What do you mean?

MSG Nix: You’re being weird.

MSG: I’m not. I promise.

MSG Nix: What are you up to?

MSG: Nothing.

The look she gave me was one that said she didn’t believe shit out my mouth. I didn’t blame her. I was utterly up to no good.

After some lunch, Lewis took us around to show us the sights along the strip. The three of us quickly roamed through Vegas’s version of Ripley’s Believe or Not before making it to do a little retail therapy. I roamed around the store with my arm laced through Lewis’s picking up different things. That was when I got one of my best ideas. With my arms filled with clothes, I whispered to Lewis for him to sit back and enjoy the show.

When I came out dressed in a skin-tight dress, Lewis’s eyes roamed my body, examining the way it hugged my curves.

“Do you like it?”

Lewis signaled me to spin, so I did. When I looked at him again, he looked pleased.

“The color’s nice on you. Looks good.”

“Your turn Nix. Come on.”

“I don’t have to come out. I’m good.”

Rolling my eyes, I went to the door of her dressing room, opened it, and pulled her out.

“Lani!”

“Wow, that looks incredible on you.”

She traced her hands over her body before she turned to look in the mirror, turning her back to Lewis.

“Yeah?”

“Definitely, get it. Right, babe?”

Nix didn’t turn, but I saw her looking at him through the mirror.

“Yeah, get it,” Lewis answered before his eyes dropped back to his phone.

That was not acceptable, I thought.

On the second reveal, I wore a low cut white top and a pair of leather pants. Lewis had me come closer to touch on the pants. While he appreciated visuals, he appreciated the touch more. When Nix came out, she had on a figure-hugging leather dress with a plunging neckline.

“Wow,” Lewis exclaimed.

Bingo, I thought. Nix turned to face him, but she looked at me. Nodding my encouragement, she looked at him.

“Yeah? Is that a good wow?”

“Uh—it’s, you look great,” Lewis added.

“You can do better than that, babe,” I coaxed.

Lewis licked his lips and slid his phone back into his pocket. “It looks good on you.”

As I walked back into my dressing room, I heard him correct himself. “Really good.”

I considered that a win.

After trying on a few more items, we cashed out. Lewis being the gentleman he was offered to pay for the entire thing. Nix protested, but when she did, he insisted even more, so she conceded and accepted defeat.

When we made it to one of Vegas’s most popular attractions—the sky jump from the top of the STRAT hotel, Lewis went first and made it look like a breeze. He was so carefree about it too that it made me want to go next. Nix didn’t protest; she looked terrified.

Once I jumped off the edge, it was the most exhilarating and terrifying feeling I’d ever felt. Everything zipped past my eyes. For a few seconds, I felt like I wasn’t attached to the rope and that I was plummeting to my death, but the minute the rope snagged and bounced me up, and down I relaxed. It was incredible. Vegas was beautiful.

When it was Nix’s turn, she damn near freaked out. She tried several times to back out, but I wouldn’t let her. After several minutes of talking her into it and assuring her it would be the best thing ever, she approached the operator only to back away. That was when Lewis stepped in.

“Look at me, if you really don’t want to do it, that’s cool but listen to my voice for a minute. Are you looking at me?”

She nodded. Lewis placed his hands on his waist and held her in place.

“The worst part is right here. Don’t think about it. You’re safe. This will be one of the things you’ll remember for the rest of your life. This is all we have in life, memories of experiences, and times we truly lived. After everything Lani’s told me about you, I’m sure you can do this.”

Though she still looked as if she were half a heartbeat from passing out, she looked more confident. Nix nodded and turned back around. She stood there for almost a full minute before she shook her head no.

“Would it be better if Lew did it with you?”

Both sets of eyes landed on me. It was obvious they hadn’t thought about it.

“He can go with her, right?”

The three of us looked back to the operator who nodded.

“See,” I added.

“I don’t wanna make you. It would be weird,” Nix protested.

“No, it wouldn’t be weird. It’s fine. Are you okay with it?”

“Absolutely,” I assured.

Lewis suited up again, and in less than a minute, he was ready to take another dive. As I watched the operator secure them both the harness, I had to hold the glee in to yet another situation I hadn’t planned that was working in my favor. I knew Nix, and in order for her to be at all receptive to what I was going to suggest, she had to be comfortable. When they were secured, Nix and Lewis were harnessed together fastened together at the chest. They looked like conjoined twins.

Nix looked to me, and I gave her two thumbs up and a smile.

“You got this bestie!” She rolled her eyes and looked like she wanted to kill me for getting her into this.

“Ready?”

“No.”

Lewis chuckled before he nodded to the operator, and just like that, he jumped, taking them both over the edge. I could hear Nix’s scream the entire time. It was too funny not to laugh. There were a few moments of silence, but they didn’t last long. From the video attached to the contraption's overhead hood, I could see that her legs were now wrapped around his waist, and Lewis was securely holding her to him. His laugh was loud, as was her chastising him for laughing at her. They were already bantering like old friends. By the time the operator began pulling them back up, they were now staring at each other like not quite just friends. Maybe this would be easier than I thought, I theorized.

We took in a few more sights before we stopped at the famous Bellagio fountains to take in the show. It was beautiful. I could tell why Vegas always mystified everyone. It was easy to become another person and get lost in the lights. Coming here, lines always became blurred. When we got back to the penthouse, the plan was to freshen up and get ready for dinner, then a club.

After a shower, I stood in front of the window, trying to decide which dress to wear. That was when Lewis crept up behind him, wrapping his arms around my midsection.

“There you are. Where’ve you been?”

“I had a little meeting with my team. I’m sorry,” he whispered while kissing a trail from my shoulder up my neck until he got to my ear lobe. Moaning, I sank back onto him.

“You smell incredible.”

“I know.”

Lewis’s hand slowly slid down my body until it dipped into my underwear. When I felt the soft brush of his fingers against my sex, I sharply gasped, dropping my head back onto his chest.

“Mmm.”

“Yeah, you’ve been craving this, haven’t you?”

I nodded; there was no point in frontin’. He began slowly, lazily circling around my clit. His touch was so damn soft. It felt as If it was barely there. Within seconds I began wriggling, hoping he got the hint to pick up the pace. Lewis chuckled, clearly enjoying how he had you.

“What do you want, babe?”

“You know what I want, Lew.”

“Use your words, princess.”

I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but I also wanted my happy ending.

“Make me come, daddy.”

Lewis groaned loudly, sending the vibrations through my body. That was all it took for my body to blaze. Lewis pinched my clit then slapped it.

“Fuck, babe.”

“Are you wet for me, princess?”

“So fucking wet.”

He circled my clit again, this time giving you the amount of pressure and speed you needed. Sighing, you focused on the sensations that were coursing through you. His hands were a major turn-on for me. He looked like he used them often. Just as I was getting used to the way my body hummed from his fingers, he switched it up. When you felt him dip his middle finger inside of me, my knees buckled.

Lewis’s strong arms held me steady as he backed us to the bed. He sat and placed me on his lap, leaving my legs wide for him. He retreated his finger only to add another digit to slip inside of me.

“Mmm, fuck daddy.”

“You are wet for me. You feel so fucking hot.”

The slow way he sank and retreated his fingers inside of me only inched me closer and closer to madness. My pants echoed in the room and mingled with his deep, sultry moans. When he pulled them out to show you what a mess you’d made, he brought them to your lips.

“Clean them off.”

Not needing to be told twice, I lowered my lips over his fingers and sucked them clean, all the while showcasing just how deep my throat went. His moan became louder, but before you could take control of the moment, he pulled his fingers free and dipped three digits inside of you, stretching you—prepping you for his thickness.

“Fuck!”

His movements were no longer slow. He plunged in and out of me with a speed that had your back arching and your hand wrapping around the back of his neck where your nails sunk in.

“You sure you wanna come?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, daddy. Please make me come.”

Lewis added a twisting and rotating motion. It felt as if there was some sort of spiraling toy inside of me, and that was when I lost my shit.

“Yes, yes, fuck! I’m coming!”

It must have been music to his ears because, with his other hand, he pinched my nipple, sending me over the threshold and into a soft cloud pillow of ecstasy.

“Such a good girl!”

Lewis pulled his fingers free, and they were absolutely soaked. He gently tossed me onto the bed, then stood before me. I watched as he licked and sucked his fingers clean before he added a sly wink before he turned and walked into the bathroom.

Dropping my head to the bed, I groaned out, “The fuck!”

Dinner was delicious. Lewis picked one of the five-star restaurants that had given him an open invitation to come and see what they had to offer. When he walked in, all eyes were on the three of you. No doubt every woman wondering the same thing—how could they get a piece of him. all through dinner, the three of you laughed and told stories.

Lewis told Nix and several stories from his set life and even dropped some fun facts about some of his costars or scenes we’d seen in some of his shows. When he asked about some of the shenanigans we got into, I didn’t hesitate telling him several stories that showcased Nix and my insanity. Every story had him laughing, and Nix cringing from all the tea I was dropping.

“I can’t believe we did half of that,” Nix remarked.

“Oh stop, don’t act like it was some other person. Your ass is just as crazy as me. It’s one of the reasons we get along so well. Plus, I know you always have my back,” I added.

Lewis raised his glass. “To best friends then.”

Nix and I raised our glasses, but before anyone took a drink, I spoke up. “To best friends and new friends.”

The two of them looked at me, shrugged, then tapped glasses.

As the liquor burned its way down my throat, I shivered and flailed my hands. “Wooo, let’s get out of here. I’m ready to dance!”

Within five minutes, the three of us were in the back of another chauffeured car on our way to one of the hottest clubs in Vegas.

“So, is there a Mr. Vix?”

“If there were, I wouldn’t be here.”

“I doubt you’re the kind of woman who would allow a man to dictate what she could or couldn’t do,” Lewis countered.

She has a soft smile on her lips, a sign of her conceding.

“No, there’s no Mr. Nix.”

“Is that by choice or circumstance?”

“I choose my circumstances so--.”

If there was one thing, Lewis liked it was mental sparring. I could tell he was intrigued by her. It made my plan easier.

When we walked into the club, the music's loudness and the bright neon colors set the tone for the night. It was going to be a crazy, fun few hours. After situating in one of the VIP areas and downing a few drinks, I was up dancing with Nix while Lewis watched on and bopped to the music. As the alcohol began to take effect, we got into dancing and having a good time. Soon it became who could dance the most despite the number of drinks they’d had.

After an hour or so, I pulled Lewis up to dance with us. I was in the middle with Lewis behind me and Nix in front. She twerked her ass onto me, while I did the same to Lewis. He held his own, but I wasn’t surprised. He looked like he knew how to dance. It was yet another turn-on. Lewis nipped my neck before he playfully rammed my ass with his crotch. Turning to him, I whispered I was going to get another drink.

“Dance with Nix.” He met my eyes with a question in his. Before he could open his mouth, I kissed him and walked off.

It wasn’t a complete lie. I did want to get another drink, but I also wanted him to dance with Nix. After a few moments, Lewis approached her. She was at the railing, holding on with one hand while waving the other in the air. She was lost in her own world. I knew it was partly because of the alcohol. She turned and came face to face with him. both of them awkwardly laughed before Nix cheered along with everyone around when the DJ changed the song to Despacito.

As she sang along, they both swayed to the beat. Every so often, Lewis leaned in and whispered something to her that had her giggling. Once the chorus started, she’d spun around and began winding her hips, adding in that Latin flare that Miami was known for, and that was also embedded in her DNA.

Lewis dropped his eyes to her ass for so long. I didn’t think he’d make a move to dance with her, but when he stepped closer and placed his hand on Nix’s waist, I jumped as if I’d seen my own child score a touchdown. Soon their bodies synced, and they were dancing to the music but at a respectful distance. Lewis grabbed her hand and spun her back around, and the two did a mix of a salsa and bachata.

From afar, they looked like they were having a good time. They sure as hell danced well together. Toward the middle of the song, he spun Nix back around. This time her back was pressed to his chest. That was when Nix rolled her body to dip to the floor. While bringing herself back up, she poked her ass out but not far enough that she touched him. Getting closer, I thought to myself before I made my way back over.

By the end of the night, the three of you were tripping over your feet. Once we pushed through the penthouse's doors, it was Nix who had the idea to get into the pool. She wasted no time stripping down to her underwear and jumping in. Lewis and I were not far behind her. We swam and joked around with each other like drunken fools who had no cares in the world. After about an hour of swimming and acting like children with water games like Marco Polo and catch, we were leaned against the pool's wall enjoying another drink.

“The two of you are a lot of fun,” Lewis sighed out before he knocked back another rum shot.

“I tried to tell you. We know how to have a good time,” I reiterated.

“As you can see by the one who has on no bra, she’s the one who has the most fun,” Nix teased.

“You’re welcome to join the no bra club to take part in the fun,” I countered.

There was no missing my meaning, and from the way she looked at me, I knew she got it. Nix looked like she was thinking about it, then her eyes shifted to Lewis who was watching the exchange. She made a move as if to unhook the front of her strapless bra, but as her hands made it to the front of her body, she lowered them and cleared her throat.

“Ehm, I’m exhausted, probably jet-lagged. I think I’m gonna go pass out.”

“Really?”

“Yep.” She turned and swam to the steps of the pool before she climbed out of the water. “But by all means—you two enjoy the rest of the night.”

Nix scooped up her dress off the floor and walked toward the sliding doors. “Oh, Lewis, thank you for the invitation this weekend.”

“Don’t mention it.” Nix nodded, then disappeared inside.

“Is she okay?”

“Probably just drank too much.”

I swam to him, took his glass, and finished it before placing it behind him. “What would you say if I didn’t trust myself to walk?”

“Then, I’d carry you to bed.”

Crashing my lips to his, my mouth stole his moan and made it my own. In seconds I was more than ready to be carried to bed and fucked to sleep. As if hearing my thoughts, Lewis pulled me to him and swam toward the steps. Forgetting our clothes, he walked inside, never taking his lips from mine. At the top of the steps in the hall, he pressed me to the wall giving me an idea of how much he wanted me. Scraping his back, I moaned loudly.

“Fuck I’m so hard for you.”

“I want you, Lew.”

When be busted into the bedroom, he quickly dropped me back onto the bed and peeled off his boxer-briefs as I pulled off my underwear. When he pressed between your legs, you whispered to him to fuck you. Your self-control was gone, and you didn’t care if there was no foreplay. This entire day was foreplay enough.

When Lewis thrust forward, connecting our bodies, I shrieked out and arched backward. Lewis pressed his hand to the center of my body as he rotated his hips, making my thighs hit the bed, giving him complete access to ruin you any way he saw fit.

“Fuck, Lani!”

His thrusts sped up and turned bruising. Each connection had your breasts swinging and your body shaking. Just when you were getting used to the pace, he set he changed the name of the game and slowed it down, making goosebumps prickle my skin. His lips found yours, and he took control of that too, the same way he was showing me owned my pussy tonight.

“Whose pussy is this, Lani?”

“Yours.”

“Damn right, it’s mine!”

As if shedding the gentleness, he kicked it up a notch with the way he plowed into me. With every dip, your body hugged him, making it next to impossible for him to retreat. With every snug squeeze, Lewis grunted loudly.

“Fuck, right there, daddy.”

When he pulled out and flipped me onto my belly, I knew what was coming. Within seconds, he slammed back inside of me, sending his dick so deep I saw stars. It was then I realized the blinds in the room were wide open.

“Mm. I love how wet you are for me. Does this pussy love this dick?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Lewis grabbed the back of my neck and went to town. I could tell he was lost in his pleasure and the pursuit of his own release. It didn’t take long for your legs to shake and for you to drop onto the bed. With you splayed across the mattress, he only adjusted his angle and fed you every single thick inch he possessed. In seconds I’d come for the fourth time and gripped him as if he threatened to leave. His thrusts staggered and became sloppier and more desperate. He was close.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Lani. Do you want it?”

“Yes, daddy, give it to me.”

After a few more thrusts, he slammed forward and shot stream after stream inside of me. Every few seconds, he grunted and tried to bury himself deeper and deeper though there was nowhere else for him to go. I was filled to the hilt. Thank god I were on birth control, you thought. That could have been the one to make him a real-life daddy.

“Fuck, girl!”

Lewis dropped a heavy slap to my ass before he collapsed beside me. Both of us laid there, trying to catch our breath before passing out from sheer exhaustion and satisfaction.

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alovevigilante · 3 years ago

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Belief in one’s ability to create is the key to actually generating and experiencing it in 3D form. The brain creates the energy around the desire you feel. It’s a symbiotic relationship.

The reason why you may not be seeing your desires come to fruition in your three dimensional reality is because in some way, shape or form you, yourself, are holding it back in some capacity. How? And why? It could be one of a myriad of reasons.

One reason may be because although you may think you want it, you’re not really feeling it completely. You may be afraid to change into the new reality, and tend to lean towards the older, less desired, but easier because already established one. Like, for example not switching jobs because you are comfortable where you are. You can’t stand your boss, cause he/she/they are an ass, and ask ludicrous things of you daily that are ridiculous and no one should comply with, but, you’re used to it, and you like your cubicle and the hot lunch in the cafeteria, that serves meatloaf on Thursdays, and that’s pretty ok. So, you choose to stay in a situation you aren’t fully down with. And you know what?! The pay blows, and you feel under appreciated, but yet you still continue to hang out in that ass place regardless, cause you know how to get there, even though it’s a 2 hr commute there and back. And that’s cool and all, but not really a reason to stay, but for you, it may be. You may be afraid to navigate the city, to a new location, because Mapquest sent you on a wild goose chase one time, and you ended up in an industrial area with no outlet, when you were trying to get to an important meeting. That can happen. I know, it’s happened to me. And that’s why google maps trounced mapquest. And waze did too. I don’t even know if people use mapquest anymore, because yes, it sends you on a quest alright, but not necessarily the one you signed up for in advance. And that can upset your apple cart greatly, cause you already had the plan! The plan was set! But you are lost now, in an unestablished, incomplete part of town with no one there to guide you out, ok?! And you call where you want to be, and say, “I’m not there! I’m here! And here is ass! Ok!?” But no one answers, cause they’re busy being there, and not in the abandoned, desolate crap area, where you are, by no fault of your own. And you have to call someone yelling, because lost, and where the hell are you?! And it takes you fifty two minutes later, and a tangible map and live navigator, like Keith Richards in pirates of the Caribbean, but on land, not see, and not him, cause he’d probably lead you on a disastrous seafaring mission where you would develop scurvy, but at least you’d get to listen to a decent guitar lick before you die of dysentery, when really wanted to do was to get out of the craziest wilderness that has been given up on, in an urban area.

Cause you found a place, much like Christopher Columbus the director didn’t, that hasn’t been discovered on the map yet, and there you are! And people are counting on you to be in their place at a certain time, and not this barren place, with construction all over creation and tumble weeds that aren’t there cause it’s the city. So what do you do?! I said, what is it that you do?!?!?? You stay, in your tried and true, marginally ok place, and don’t try to move. It can happen...

Another reason may be because some things that you are choosing to partake in, in your 3D life are contradictory to the desire you believe you want. For example, you may want to be an exotic birdwatcher for a living. But you don’t live near anywhere near the exotic birds. You don’t even own a pith helmet or a pair of binoculars. And you don’t have any link to anyone that will hire you to do that, nor do you have any experience or association that would appreciate and hire you for said experience, who would also, in addition to that if you did, fly you to where the exotic birds you want to study, reside. And you refuse to buy the plane ticket yourself! So you mope, and you pout, and you say, “you know what?! I didn’t like those ole exotic birds anyway! Who do those birds think they are? With their feathers and pretty colors?! Screw them!” I mean, how’s a bird supposed to know you’re interested in them?! They can’t go to you, nutball! They’re busy being birds! So, you’re SOL, and it sucks, cause all you want to do is look at and engage in some exotic birds action. But again, you are choosing not to take steps to get near one.

And the third reason may be, because you don’t really believe you’re worthy of being happy. And that’s just ass thinking, cause everyone, is entitled and worthy of that.

All of these things, are bs. You are a creator of your own life with your feelings. So make, deliberate choices to feel good. And by that I don’t mean to mask the feelings by something that may placate the feelings of lack you decided to focus on, and feel better just in the moment, then worse later. I mean, make a conscious choice to feel better than you do right now. And do that, as much as humanly possible, and not the other crap choices that just hinder you in the end.

Creating your reality is a constant, and needs attention to detail, and clarity. The universe refuses to outright give you what it knows won’t light you up, but if you continue to contradict your own desires, it’ll throw up its hands and allows you to experience your own chosen ass flow or, in this case your resistance to your own desires, to be your reality you see through your perception, and that’s what you will experience daily. And I must definitely have have a dragging defiance to a lot of things, because here I sit, discussing all of it, and there’s still things in my life I’d like to see happen, and not just ruminate around in my head as “what if’s”. Like, for example, I’d like a few millions of dollars, a lot of few, like at least over 20, so I can help a ton of people, and myself to things I enjoy, like creative freedom, and the ability to choose my own path in life. I’d also like to pay for my boob lift, no. Ahahaha! Cause they’re ok, and I’ve decided to be cool with them, as they lower themselves down to belly button level, to defend it from countertops and other things that I may lean on from time to time... and other important things like that.

So my long winded and long boobed point is this; being you is great, no matter what your situation. You know why? Cause you’re literally making your life what it is with how you see it, and how you choose to feel about it. And yes, you can switch it up! What an awesome place to be! You’ve made your life, terrible! Which means you’re In the drivers seat of your own life! You did that! You decided, my life sucks! And you see it, in everything and in everyone you talk too! Then you open a window and yell outside, “Yes!!!!! I did that!!!!!! I made my life blow like joe!” Which means to you that you can decide every decision you make from here on out differently with a better, more positive energy. To others, they may witness that and think you’re ready for the booby hatch, cause they won’t know the context of your exclamation. But that’s none of your concern. You did it! You figured out that you can decide closer, or farther away from what you want. And the more you move towards you truth, the better you’ll feel. And that feeling will take you all kinds of places and put you in front of all kinds of fun people doing amazing things you never thought possible! And you, are the one feeling, and thinking and doing your way to it! You choose better and better, and before you know it, your ok life has turned pretty damn good, to super great! And so on, and so forth. And on and on and on we go, experiencing exactly how we want to feel minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, month by month, and year by year, happier and better, and healthier and wealthier and wiser and more crazy and fun and silly and artsier and more and more creative and in the love til poof! You explode into another higher dimension because you’re so happy with everyone everywhere, and it’s all due to your thoughts. 🙌💕

That’s life. Pretty cool.... But you gotta believe it. Then from there it’s all about the inspired action, Jackson... 🤷‍♀️😉😆💪💕

#choose love #love matters #love manifestation #self reflection #self love #self esteem #selfworth #self improvement #self care #self development #selfie #selfie love #me #a love vigilante #life #life blogger #life choices #life is what you make it #keith richards

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nicomacheannothing · 4 years ago

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12-31-2020

Last day of 2020! Woot! Yeah, I’m just as tired of this year as everyone else. I feel like I was pretty lucky overall, my entire life didn’t collapse and my everyday social circle was wide enough that I didn’t get the full effect of isolation... but it was still pretty sucky. I’m glad it’s almost over, though I know that all of the world’s problems won’t be solved at midnight tonight haha. I haven’t written in a while because my Christmas lasted three days. Yup, three. And I was up til 6am on two of those days! I needed time to rest for sure. And, after all that, I was feeling pretty slumpy. I feel better now. The first day was Christmas Eve day. That was the day I planned to spend with my parents and brother. I did a lot of last minute cleaning and preparation and Christmas and I made brownies. For my birthday, I got this awesome copper brownie pan with little dividers. I was SO excited to try it because I hate baking brownies and then having them get all messed up when I try to cut them. IT WORKED. It worked so perfectly, I was kicking myself for not getting one sooner. The brownies tasted good too. They got eaten faster than my birthday cake haha. I was happy about that.

My mom made italian wedding soup for dinner (with vegetarian meatballs) for dinner and, thankfully, there wasn’t any drama. On Christmas morning, I actually got some time to myself, which was the best gift ever, tbh. I drank some tea, listened to some Christmas music and just kind of chilled out? I’m bad at relaxing, so I tried! 😝 I opened presents with Ben and my parents at around 1. My parents stayed up too late and slept in haha. Ben loved some of the surprise presents I got him, like an RGB keyboard. It was weird, this year I feel like I was thinking less about receiving gifts than I usually do at Christmas. I’ve never been a super materialistic person, but there’s always that little part of my chimpanzee brain that’s eager to know what’s in the shiny paper 🤣This year though, when I envisioned a “good Christmas”, I thought about having positive experiences, not getting cool stuff. I’m not sure if that’s genuine adulthood creeping in or just 2020 making me appreciate my time with people haha.

But yeah, we got off to a late start so I didn’t get to the Browns’ until later. Luckily, they were also behind haha. For my boss’s birthday, Mady and Julius got him a DVD of “Yellow Submarine”. Of course, that made him want to get high 🙄 I warned him that it was too early for that and that nothing would get done for the rest of the night if he took a weed gummy then, but he didn’t listen to me, of course haha. He convinced his wife to also take a gummy while she was cooking dinner! Then he went to bed before it was done 🤣 It was chaos. We didn’t get to eating dinner until midnight. Ben came over and had a good time except the stupid dog hates him and kept biting his shins. That pissed him off, but once he had a few glasses of wine, he chilled out. My brother, not the dog 😝 Unfortunately, I fell asleep after dinner and we were all pretty tired. We didn’t even get to open presents! The next day, the 26th, Austin and I reserved a row of seats on a little Christmas train that takes you on a tour of an elaborate Christmas light display at the ballpark in Grand Rapids. We were going to go with Mady and Julius and get Blimpie subs for dinner. At first, we thought that plans might have to change so that we could open presents, but everything somehow ended up working out! The lights were fantastic and whimsical and of course the Blimpie subs were good.

When we got home, we finally opened presents. We had really good hot chocolate and the whole thing felt like a magical dream haha. I was up too late again, but I didn’t care. :p

So yeah, I didn’t do much the day after that, but a rest day was necessary. Mady and Julius invited Austin and I to Detroit for NYE, but we decided to stay home. Again, I know that the world won’t magically become better when the ball drops, but I’m all for taking opportunities to change our attitudes. Soooo Christmas was pretty good, lets hope 2021 has more moments like those.

#blog #personalblog #personal

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agentkgent · 5 years ago

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Fic: If You Want It Back

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13-year-old Richie/Eddie fluff because my heart needs it (apparently my boys taking care of each other is my favorite thing in the world??); This is probably a multi-chapter slowburn deal that I may or may not have the patience to complete; We’ll see!

Pros: Intimate medical care, sleepy cuteness, innocent sleepovers

Cons (Warnings): Mild blood, profanity, nightmares, sexual humor dialogue

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Eddie | 13

“Would you stop being so fuckin loud? It doesn’t take much for her to check on me,” Eddie whisper-shouts.

Richie yanks his momentarily-stuck leg past the threshold of the window seal. “Dude, she’s used to me sneaking into the house late at night,” he smirks. “She’ll just be jealous-”

“Shut up, Richie.”

It’s dark - at least 11 o’clock at night in the shithole that is Derry. Fall is coming and nighttime is colder than it’s been for months.

He had been waiting up for Richie in his second-floor bedroom, gently lit by an old desk lamp. While his room had always been pristine and prepared for a Sonia Kaspbrak inspection, it’s fallen into a slightly less-than-perfect state the past few days while he preoccupied himself taking every possible moment to join the Losers in their final days with Beverly; final days of their summer vacation.

A few items of clothing lay on the floor near the bed, a jacket strewn across the corner of the bedspread. Socks hanging inside-out on top of a pair of Converse sneakers near the door.

Richie stands upright and tugs his hooded sweatshirt gently, fixing the zipped sides. Without pause, strides across the room to Eddie’s closet and pulls out his (well, not really his , but no one else uses it) comforter and pillow. “Move your shit, Eds.”

He scoffs. “Don’t fucking act like your room isn’t a pigstye.” And starts to grab clothing from the floor and throw it to a vacant corner, avoiding using his cast-covered limb.

“You couldn’t clean up for company?” Richie teases while he tosses the pillow onto the floor near the bed and unfolds the comforter.

“Yeah, well,” He begins, annoyed. “I’ve been distracted by the giant festering garbage wound on my hand, thanks to Bill. It’s freaking disgusting. He just fucking picked up a piece of glass and started cutting us with it. What the hell were we thinking? We’re all gonna get tetanus and shit.” He’s speaking faster, the horror setting in again. “What if the infection spreads to my arm? What if one of us has AIDS? Now we all have AIDS because Bill wanted to make a stupid fucking blood oath. Why couldn’t we have just created a secret handshake-”

“Shhh!” Richie throws his index finger over his mouth.

Eddie swats a hand over his own mouth in alert, realizing his own volume. The two wait a moment in silence, listening for a reaction, eyeing the bedroom door. They wait to hear footsteps in the hall or creaking on wood floors.

Nothing. He exhales in relief and continues, a bit calmer. “I don’t think there’s enough penicillin in the world to prevent me from getting an infection from that fucking piece of glass he used.” He watches Richie de-shevel his hoodie and kick off his sneakers. “Did you clean up your hand?”

Richie half-shrugs. “Yeah, I’m good. I washed my hands after I took a piss.”

His jaw drops. He thinks he might literally scream. “WHAT THE HELL, RICHIE?” He quietly shouts, his voice squeaking.

He can’t tell if Richie’s joking or not but he definitely DIDN’T see any kind of bandage over the moron’s hand, so he scrambles urgently to his desk’s designated medical drawer and digs out all the necessities. Fucking Trashmouth WOULD bring infection and sickness into his bedroom, goddamn it. Alcohol, gauze pads, antibiotic cream, yep. Medical tape, gauze wrap, rubber gloves...

“Jesus Christ, chill out,” Richie protests, a shit eating grin on his face from Eddie’s urgency. “I’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

“No!” He points a finger at his stupid friend. “You are not gonna touch my stuff and leave blood and puss and infection and whatever-the-fuck-else in my bedroom.” He crudely dumps his First Aid supplies across his bed and yanks Richie to sit next to him. He leans back down towards the floor next to the head of his bed, grabs a flashlight, flicks it on, and slams it into Richie’s un-injured hand. “Hold this so I can see, idiot.”

It’d been a significant moment, the seven of them holding hands; committing to each other and to keeping It from hurting more people. Although they laughed off the tension at Stanley’s “I hate you,” and lightly talked about plans for the following day, something about the situation made it feel melancholy. The weight of their promise had also felt… a little suffocating, to be honest.

He needed to hug his best friend. It sprouted from deep in his gut and drove his movement. Almost instinctively, Richie opened his arms for a hug and patted Eddie’s back affectionately.

He finally took wide steps across the weeds-covered ground to head home, and turned to wave goodbye to his Losers. His attention landed on Richie, though. And Richie’s expression was… dopey? His huge eyes were fixed on Eddie, but it looked like he was far away. He was sort-of smiling? But wasn’t entirely focused behind his thick glasses. Eddie didn’t read into it too much. It was a heavy day.

Two hours later, the Kaspbrak residence phone rang. “Hello?” He answered.

“Spuhgett!” A poor Italian impression came through the line. “Come over and stay the night!”

“Richie, really?”

“Yeah man, let’s dive into some new issues of Hustler and howl into the night! Ow OW!”

He held the phone down in shock, the asshole’s howling audible from the handset. He flung his head to either side, looking for his mother, and then hissed into the phone. “You can’t say shit like that on the phone, asshole! My mom could be listening! She’s been on me nonstop.”

“Dude, that’s some kinky incest shit. But pretty hot.”

At this point, Eddie was confident his mother wasn’t listening on the line. That would have been her opportunity to shut down the conversation. “You’re fucking disgusting. I’m hanging up.”

“Come on! I’ve got some comics I need to catch up on, let’s hang out!”

He sighed. “Rich, my mom’s basically put me on house arrest.”

“I can come over there, if that’s easier.”

“How is that easier?”

“I’ll climb up to your room from the gate.”

“Wow. Genius.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Thank you, I agree.”

“Dude, I’m tired.”

“Alright then, you can fuckin’ sleep, I’ll entertain myself.”

“So then why don’t you just stay home?”

A quiet moment, and then, “Eddieeeee!” Richie faked a whine.

He closed his eyes in defeat. “Fine. But I’m not staying up late. And you need to get out before my mom’s up tomorrow.” He remembered the most important part. “HEY AND you need to wait until it’s been dark for a while or she’ll still be watching TV.”

“Edward, I’m quite familiar with my lady’s nighttime habits. She watches porn ‘til 10 p.m., then I come over, then we do a couple lines, and after you’ve gone to sleep, she sucks my-”

Eddie slammed the phone back on the cradle.

Richie’s hand is now clean and covered, at least until the bandages need to be replaced. Eddie had only gagged once (maybe twice) while cleaning the Trashmouth’s palm. He inspects his handiwork one more time before closing the container of gauze. He takes the flashlight from Richie into his arm along with the impromptu First Aid kit.

“Do you think Bev will come back and see us? Like, visit from Portland?” Richie asks suddenly, looking at his cared-for hand.

Eddie pads across the room. He looks back towards Richie. “I don’t know. I hope so.”

“Come back for more quickies down by the Barrens, probably,” Richie sneers. “Maybe if we’re lucky she’ll let us watch.”

“Ew, dude, what?” He asks. He knows Richie doesn’t mean it, they all genuinely like Beverly. She’s cool and funny and treats them like normal people, which is more than they could say for other girls at school. But who-?

Richie knows what Eddie’s asking. “She and Bill sucked face after we left,” He wiggles his eyebrows.

He isn’t really surprised, he supposes. “Oh,” he says after a moment.

He turns off the desk lamp and walks back towards the bed. Richie scoots carefully until his back is against the wall, and Eddie plops his weight onto the bed, shifting until he’s next to him. They sit quietly for a whole three seconds before Richie continues with his gratuitous humor.

“Or maybe Bill will go see her .” And Richie starts with a dramatic tone of voice. “She might leave her bedroom window open at night for Big Bill, her dear auntie not knowing about the debauchery taking place in their home-”

He shakes his head slightly and ignores Richie. “Do you think Bev remembers Ben kissing her?”

Richie considers the question for a moment.

Everything that transpired in the filthy, dark tunnels beneath Derry had been something of a blur, but they all remembered that moment clearly. They found Beverly in the sewers, floating and white-eyed. She wouldn’t wake up. Ben was terrified. “What’s wrong with her?!” He looked at the others for answers, but no one knew what to do. Then he made a decision. Ben cupped Beverly’s face with both hands, and pressed their lips together, to everyone’s confusion. What the hell was that? ...And then Beverly woke up. Why did it work? Who knows. But it did. Bev mumbled something about ‘January embers’ and was back to normal.

“I don’t know, dude?” Richie dismisses, snatching the flashlight from Eddie’s hand and flicking it off. The whole room becomes immediately darker, only lit by the slightest bit of moonlight coming through the window. “Ben’s a nerd, anyway. Bev may be a Loser, but she’s still hot. And she and Bill like each other.”

“Poor Ben,” Eddie concludes.

“Plenty of fish in the sea, my dear Eds! Benjamin will be just fine,” Richie proclaims.

“Don’t call me ‘Eds.’”

“You love it.” Richie smirks.

“I don’t. And Ben will probably be fine, but YOU sure won’t. No one wants to kiss a Trashmouth.”

“If you only knew, shorty. Half of Derry has tasted my tonsils.”

Eddie smiles widely, preparing to call Richie’s bluff. “Bullshit. You haven’t kissed anyone.”

Richie’s smile drops. He looks into Eddie’s eyes. “Eddie…”

Eddie’s smile drops, too.

Richie continues, leaning in closer. “When are you going to face reality? Your mom and I care about each other very much. The woman has the most talented tongue-”

“Shut UP, Richie!” Eddie swats Richie with a pillow, landing with a muffled whack . Richie laughs quietly to himself.

Another quiet moment, and they’re both looking down at their hands in their laps.

He presses the question. “Rich, really. Have you kissed anyone before?”

It’s a risky question. They talk about girls all the time, but it’s always been something of a distant topic: jokes and celebrity crushes and their classmates. Bill, Stanley, Ben, and Mike always kept things PG. They’d each mentioned having crushes. Of course, Bill talked about kissing Beverly in the 3rd grade school play, something Richie taunted him about ruthlessly. Eddie kept quiet while the others discussed. He’d laugh when they joked or look when they shared photos from magazines, but he stayed away from the subject, afraid to reveal how little experience he had interacting with the opposite sex. Or, interest, honestly.

Richie, on the other hand, basked in loudly telling about his fictional sexual conquests with every female he’d supposedly ever encountered. At every opportunity. No one believed it, but no one bothered to dispute it.

But this was new territory for Eddie. Talking seriously about this stuff. Girls and kissing and feelings. Or rather, Eddie’s complete lack of anything to do with girls and kissing and feelings.

And with Richie, of all people?

But something about the events of the summer of 1989 made their friendship feel less… adolescent.

Richie slides onto his comforter on the floor. Without looking at Eddie, he answers. “No.” He takes off his glasses and tosses them recklessly onto Eddie’s desk.

Eddie expects a follow-up or a joke, but doesn’t hear one. “Me neither.”

“Yeah, that I know, Eddie-bear.”

“Fucking-”

- - -

Eddie dreams of Beverly, alone in the darkness.

He recognizes the horrible place that they’re back in. He’d hoped to never be back there ever again, smelling the piss and shit of Derry, mixed into a nice concoction with blood and remains of Pennywise’s victims.

Bev is a couple feet in front of him, eyes wide open. They’re solid white, no irises or pupils. She’s in the trance again.

Eddie places a hand on either of Bev’s shoulders, shaking her gently. “Shit, Bev! Bev! Beverly! Come on! You can snap out of it again, Bev!” Eddie yells. T hen shaking her with a little more force. She is slack-jawed and unresponsive, facing him blindly. “Guys! Guys, it’s Bev!” He looks around frantically for the other Losers. “She’s zonked out again, what do we do?!” But they are alone. Matter of fact, he can’t make out any of the terrain around them, either. No water, no drainage pipes, no pile of murder trophies. No ‘new kid’ to wake her up.

Eddie swallows and looks back towards the damsel in distress. If it worked for Ben, maybe it’ll work… for him? He places a hand on each side of Beverly’s face, squeezes his eyes closed, and gently pulls her towards him, pressing their lips together.

‘Please wake up, please wake up!’ He thinks, trying not to panic about what he’s doing. And Eddie releases the kiss, letting himself move back a few inches, and opens his eyes.

He’s holding Richie’s face, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, lips slightly pursed and shiny. Richie’s white eyes fly open, wide and horrified.

“WHAT the fu-” Eddie wakes with a heaving chest.

He’s confused and flustered and about to have a fucking asthma attack. He reaches behind his head to his nightstand and grabs his inhaler, placebo be damned. As he puffs and takes deep breaths, he looks around quickly, reminding his brain that he’s safe in his clean, non-sewer bedroom.

It’s still dark outside, and a little cold. He’s only been asleep for a couple hours. And he’s moved around so much in his nightmare that his comforter has slid onto the floor, ...and is starting to move on its own? Wha-

The comforter folds back. “Eddie?” Richie mumbles, half-asleep.

Eddie yelps and slams his back against the bedroom wall with a thud. Richie tries to shush him and continues, “Whoa! What the fuck?”

He dramatically clutches at his chest and uses his inhaler again. He examines Richie’s alerted expression, making sure his eyes have irises and pupils. Then his eyes glance at Richie’s lips, which are so-slightly parted. And maybe looks a little too long.

“Eddie, are you okay?” Richie climbs onto the bed and places a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

He resettles in reality. Right. Richie stayed the night. He’s actually here. “No, I didn’t- I forgot you were here.” He covers his face with both hands and exhales deeply, embarrassed. “It was a stupid nightmare.”

Maybe another time, Richie would seize the opportunity to make an ‘erotic nightmare’ joke, but he leaves it be. “Well, breathe, dummy.”

Eddie focuses on his breathing for a few moments. He drops his hands into his lap. There’s something wet on his face, but maybe it’s just sweat? Richie’s brow furrows. And that’s when he comes to terms with a sharp pain in his hand.

“Eds, your hand!” Richie whispers urgently. “Shit, you got blood all over your face!”

He can’t even process what’s happening before Richie flies across the room to fetch the medical stash and his glasses.

“Oh my god,” Eddie squeaks. His hand is still bandaged, but it’s bleeding and has soaked through, running down his arm. He can feel the panic and terror bubbling in his throat at the utter level of unsanitary , but Richie’s back and holding his arms.

“Shhh, okay, hold on,” Richie tries to calm him. “I’m gonna get something to clean off your face.” And he hurries out of the bedroom, leaving the door open. The water runs in the faucet down the hall and Eddie hears gentle splashing. He looks towards the dark door opening, then back at his hand. His fingernails have blood under them. His cast has a large, rusty-red tint across the inside of his arm.

And Richie’s back, holding his chin carefully and cleaning with a wet cloth. He continues shushing Eddie, sensing his nausea. “It’s okay, you’re okay, don’t barf.” Richie works at his cheeks and brow, and softly wipes at his nose. His attention turns to Eddie’s hand and he looks closer. Seeing someone in that proximity to his injury makes him queasy, but Richie’s hold grounds him. Since when is Richie capable of being so… caring? (Last time Richie tried to help him, he re-broke his goddamn arm and called his mother, who wouldn’t let him leave the house for almost a month.) “Looks like you just squeezed your hand too hard. Probably fucked it up while you were sleeping. I’ll rewrap it. I watched you do mine. Jesus fuck, breathe, Eds. You’re panting like a pornstar.”

Right. Breathe. Where the fuck is his inhaler? He’s starting to feel lightheaded.

“You probably need to take off your shirt.”

“FUCK OFF, Richie!” He spits.

Richie raises his eyebrows. “No, seriously. You got blood all over your shirt, too.”

He blinks and looks down at his- oh. Fuck. Yeah, his favorite night shirt is ruined. It’s covered in blotches of red. He feels like he might pass out.

He pulls it from behind his neck and over his shoulders and head. He almost immediately starts shaking from the cold rush of air. Richie rolls his eyes, leans down to the floor where he slept, scoops his hoodie with one hand, and hands it to Eddie. He quickly pulls it on but leaves his casted arm and hand for Richie to tend to. He mumbles a drowsy, “Thanks.”

“Just try not to bleed on it, please? It’s one of my faves.”

- - -

Eddie doesn’t have any more dreams that night. Actually, he has the best night’s sleep in recent memory. No nightmares.

He also doesn’t remember falling asleep. But the morning light is shining directly into his face now, and he reluctantly comes to consciousness.

The pieces of last night reassemble in his mind, and he quickly looks at his injured hand. It’s wrapped tightly, only a few smudges of dried blood in between his fingers evidence of the late night mess. A tiny bit of dried red on the very edge of the cuff of his sleeve. And poorly written in Sharpie in the center of his bandaged palm, Sweet dreams, Spaghetti ♡

“You really know how to fuck up a nice gesture, huh?” Eddie says quietly to his probably-still-sleeping friend. He didn’t know what time it was or if his mother was lurking around yet.

No blood on his bedding, thank GOD, and no more blood on his- ...wait. What is he wearing?

He leans up on his elbows. He’s warmer than usual. Something hard is scratching at his chest and his neck, but the rest of whatever he’s wearing is so, so soft and very oversized on him.

Its an ash grey zipped-hoodie. It’s Richie’s.

His sense of smell kicks in, and he scrunches his nose at the reek of shitty body spray coming from it. He sits up and unzips the gross, unwashed jacket, pulling on the cuffs at each wrist carefully.

“Rich, come on. It’s morning. You gotta go before my mom wakes up.” He glances over the edge of the bed, but Richie’s not there. The comforter and pillow are wadded up in front of Eddie’s closet, and his sneakers are gone. No glasses on the desk.

Which means... he left already? Eddie’s heart sinks a little. Whatever. He’ll see Rich today, probably.

He looks back at his wrapped palm.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Richie | 13

“Just try not to bleed on it, please? It’s one of my faves.”

Eddie doesn’t laugh or fuss, which is disappointing. Richie needs to keep Eddie’s attention away from the fuckin’ Carrie episode triggered by some nightmare.

He wants to keep things light because he knows, he’s certain , Eddie’s violent nightmare probably has something to do with It. Because he’s been having nightmares about It, too. He dreams of missing posters hanging across Derry with his face on them, with no one looking for him. He dreams of that giant lumberjack trying to stab him to death in the middle of the park, and no one will help him. He dreams of being lost in the sewers, his friends calling to find him, but his mouth is sewn shut. Horrific realities every night. He can’t stay asleep more than a couple hours.

That’s why he’s risking getting caught in the Kaspbrak house. Anymore, he doesn’t feel okay unless he’s with his friends. The Great Richie Tozier is reduced to a sleepless baby, and the only possible remedy is having one of his Losers at arm’s length. And Eddie is his favorite Loser, after all.

And up until Eddie woke him up, it seemed to be working.

He focuses on unwrapping the crimson tide mess of cloth wrapped around an apparently catatonic version of his friend Eddie. It isn’t until he’s gently wiping away fresh blood from the cut that Eddie actually responds again.

Eddie hisses. “Ow.”

“Sorry.” He apologizes softly. “I’m just gonna clean this up, and then… I’ll put some stuff on it?”

He looks up and meets Eddie’s eyes, which are half-lidded and sleepy. He figures the horror has subsided and his firey little friend has worn himself out in his own panic. Or maybe he’s about to pass out? Either way, he’s glad Eddie isn’t making this difficult.

Eddie nods. “Yeah we can jus’ put some triple antibiotic on it.”

He looks over the products he brought to the temporary emergency room that is the bed. Triple… antibionic… ?

“S’the yellow tube,” Eddie mumbles and points lazily. Richie picks it up and uses some across Eddie’s wound. “Don’t use it all, dumb.”

“‘Dumb’ what?” He replaces the cap.

“You’re not qualified to do this.”

“You’re not qualified. I’m qualified as shit.” He’s glad Eddie wants to bicker instead of freak out. He finishes wrapping a first layer of gauze and tape around Eddie’s small hand. Richie risks a glance up at Eddie’s face, only a few inches away. The kid hasn’t fallen back asleep, but his eyes are shut and he’s tilting his head back against the wall.

Richie allows his fingers to gently drag across Eddie’s as he pulls back. He pinches Eddie’s fingertips softly as he lets go. The sensation tingles up his arm and to his center, where it’s growing warmly. (He thought it couldn’t get better than Eddie tending to his hand earlier in the night. He enjoyed the rough way that Eddie yanked his hand into a position easy to clean and bandage, lectured Richie about cleanliness and all the risks involved with not properly taking care of a wound.) There’s a tightness in his chest at how he gets to take care of Eddie like this, totally in control and responsible for his well-being.

He looks over the casted arm, with LOVER written across it and smiles fondly at Eddie’s determination to fight back against that stupid bitch Greta Keene. (He really wishes he could hit a girl.) But even more than that, the fact that Eddie prefers to be thought of as a “lover” makes Richie’s heart pound.

He’s almost done wrapping Eddie’s hand.

“Richie?” Eddie whispers.

“Yes, ‘muh boy?” He whispers back.

“Can I go back ‘ta sleep?” He slurs.

“Hand’s almost done. And then,” He pinches Eddie’s cheek. “We just gotta wrap you in fucking bubble wrap because you can’t fucking manage NOT to hurt yourself every chance!” Eddie is apparently too sleepy to fight back and allows him to hold the freshly bandaged hand in both of his own. “All better, Spaghetti Man.” And he presses his lips to the center of Eddie’s palm in a quick kiss and smiles widely.

Eddie lifts his head and opens his eyes at Richie. He looks down at his hand, and then back to Richie. “Thank you.” His eyelids drop, he quickly tips over, and plops his head onto his pillow, bouncing on the mattress slightly.

Richie has to cover his mouth to stifle his laugh. Eddie muffles something into his pillow. “Pardon me?” He says quietly with a big smile. He can’t help it. This is cute as shit.

Eddie turns his face away from the pillow. “Don’t laugh at me. I’m gonna sleep.”

“Can you sleep without injuring yourself?”

Eddie doesn’t answer right away. “I dunno but I’m tired.” He shuffles and twists his body around until he’s facing upward and looking at Richie. His hand reaches up and wraps around Richie’s wrist. “You can sleep on the bed too, if you want?”

Richie’s throat closes. He’s not entirely sure how much of this Eddie is actually processing, he seems really out of it. And his wrist feels like it’s on fire from Eddie’s touch.

“I just… Maybe that way if I start hav’ ‘nuther nightmare, you can wake me up. If you don’t wanna, tha’s fine-”

“No it’s fine.” He stops Eddie, taking a breath before continuing. “If you start freaking out again I’ll kick you in the dick until you stop.” He hopes that Eddie believes his nonchalant agreeance.

Eddie, once again, doesn’t laugh or fuss. He scoots to the outer side of the twin mattress and closes his eyes. The oversized hoodie swallowing his tiny form, almost covering his sleep shorts. He leaves space between himself and the wall.

Richie gulps. He can feel his hear pounding in his ears as he steps across the room to turn off the light on the desk, and pick up Eddie’s discarded comforter from the floor. He looks over his patient lying on the bed. His chest is moving gently as he breathes. It’s really cute. Too cute. Dangerously cute.

He can already hear steady breathing coming from the little wad of hypochondria. He’s out.

Richie steps back towards the desk and plucks a Sharpie from next to the lamp. He pads back towards the bed and kneels down close to Eddie’s face. He gently pulls Eddie’s bandaged hand from near his neck. He can feel Eddie’s breath on his fingers and it sends chills down his spine, but he stays focused. He scribbles, Sweet dreams, Spaghetti ♡ into the center of the palm, and replaces it against Eddie’s chest. He knows Eddie won’t think too deeply about it, he’ll just be pissed off and probably want to change the bandages as soon as possible. He hopes, at least.

After he tosses the closed marker onto the floor, he prays to WHATEVER evil God has put him in this position that Eddie won’t feel him shaking as he lays down facing the wall, pulling the cover over them. His ears are ringing, at this point. They’re echoes of blood rushing all over the place, his heart on overdrive. He tries to keep at least a couple inches distance from Eddie’s back, but he’s starting to get a contact high from the proximity and the body heat. His breathing is totally out of rhythm. His body is buzzing with a want to close the gap.

Listening to Eddie’s soft breathing, Richie drifts asleep.

And oh, by the way, it’s been exactly six days, 13 hours, and 12 minutes since he decided he was in completely love with Eddie Kaspbrak. And it fucking sucks.

- - -

“Eddie!” An irritating voice rings from the hallway. “Why is the bathroom light on?”

The sound shakes Richie awake. Looks like the sun has just started coming up, and it’s still a little chilly. He knows right away that Sonia is up and on the move. He’s got to go before she starts jiggling Eddie’s doorknob. By then, she’ll hear him climbing out of the house.

Richie rubs his eyes quickly and touches the top of his head, checking for his glasses, but doesn’t feel them. He tries to lean himself up on his arms, but something is weighing one of them down…

He doesn’t need his glasses to figure out that the blurry figure laying on his arm is Eddie. He can make out the features of Eddie’s nose and eyebrows, and lips… Really close to his own face. His breathing intensifies as he realizes how closely they’re facing each other. Eddie is only a few inches away, weight holding down Richie’s right arm.

He would have loved to stay like this longer… but he can hear the floorboards creaking outside the bedroom.

“Fuck.” Richie mouths to himself.

As gently as possible, he pulls his arm from under the still-sleeping angel next to him. He scoots to the far end, away from Eddie, and worms off the bed, avoiding touching him. He places the comforter back on Eddie and scrambles to clean up the rest of the evidence. He scoops his make-shift bed from the floor and tosses it in front of Eddie’s closet. He clumsily pulls on his sneakers and grabs his glasses from the desk.

He turns towards Eddie, still dead asleep. Must have slept okay?

Man, for that matter, Richie didn’t have any nightmares either. The Great Richie Tozier slept like a sleep-full baby.

“Sorry, Eds, I gotta scram.” Richie whispers affectionately as if to a one night stand, and moves towards the window. Out the window, across the roof to the gate, down onto the fence, then he’ll escape out the back yard. Carefully, he lifts the window and climbs out, focusing on not catching his leg again. He pauses to take one more look inside, towards the bed.

“Eddie!” Mrs. K repeats, from behind the door. “Are you awake this early?”

“Shit!” And he rushes away from the window, out of sight. He’s moving quietly, and he hears the window shut behind him.

#eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #reddie #it (2017)#reddie fic #reddie fluff #ao3

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IT’S A FIELD, NOT A GARDEN.

BECAUSE, THE GARDEN’S ROUND THE FRONT OF THE HOUSE. IT’S LARGE, THREE LAWNS AND TREES, SHRUBS, FLOWERS, ALL THE PRETTY STUFF THAT PEOPLE LIKE TO SEE FROM THE ROADSIDE.

THE FIELD IS AT THE BACK. AND WHEN WE FIRST MOVED HERE LAST DECEMBER, IT WAS A MASS OF BRAMBLES, WEEDS, AND CLAY SOIL THAT WAS LIKE QUICKSAND IF YOU WALKED ACROSS IT.

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AND IT’S HARD BLOODY WORK! BEAR IN MIND, I’M 60 NEXT YEAR, WITH COPD AND A HEART ARRHYTHMIA. SO TO HAVE DONE WHAT WE’VE DONE...CLEARED TWO LARGE BRAMBLE PATCHES (AND NEXT TIME I’LL UPLOAD A PIC TO SHOW HOW THEY ARE HIGHER THAN MY HUSBAND, EVEN, AND HOW WIDESPREAD THEY BECAME IN THE DECADES THE FIELD WASN’T GRAZED), SET UP SEVEN RAISED BEDS AND ONE SMALL POLYCARBONATE POLYTUNNEL, AND ACTUALLY MANAGED IN OUR FIRST MONTHS HERE TO GROW FOOD WE ATE, WELL..AM I BRAGGING? DAMN F*CKING RIGHT I AM!

BUT ONE THING I LEARNED THE HARD WAY WAS, I’M NO LONGER IN MY 40′S WHEN I COULD WORK ALL DAY AND NOT FEEL IT.

COUPLE TIMES I CAME CLOSE TO GIVING MYSELF STROKES WITH HEAVY LIFTING, WORKING IN HEAT ALL DAY (THE TIME PASSES, YOU THINK “JUST THIS ONE MORE THING” AND BEFORE YOU KNOW IT YOU’RE ALMOST PASSING OUT, HAVING FORGOTTEN TO EAT, DRINK OR REST).

SO TODAY I WAS MEANT TO BE CLEARING MORE WEEDS...GOT PLANS FOR AN ARCHERY RANGE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE FIELD, PLUS NEED MORE SPACE FOR MORE HENS.

WE HAVE TWO FLOCKS...SWEDISH FLOWERS AND BRAHMAS WHICH ARE HUGE..EVEN THE DOG’S AFRAID OF THEM THOUGH THEY’RE PRETTY PLACID NATURED IN TRUTH.

AND FOUR YOUNG WHITE LACED WYANDOTTES. WE KEEP THE FLOCKS SEPARATE...ONE’S FOR BREEDING MEAT BIRDS, ONE’S FOR EGGS, THE WYANDOTTES, WELL SADLY ONLY FOUR OF THE EIGHT EGGS I BOUGHT IN HATCHED SO I MAY ADD TO THEIR NUMBER IN THE SPRING.

AT FIRST I’D LOOKED TO BUY IN HENS, BUT THE LOCKDOWN MEANT NOBODY WAS SELLING LIVESTOCK. SO I BOUGHT HATCHING EGGS, USED THE INCUBATOR AND HAVE DONE RESPECTABLY WELL WITH IT. THE PICTURE BELOW SHOWS THE BRAHMAS WHEN THEY WEREN’T LONG HATCHED. CUTE, EH? THEY WILL STILL FEED FROM MY HAND, TOO. THE OTHER PIC SHOWS THE SIZE OF THEM NOW. THANKFULLY, THOUGH THEY STILL TAKE FOOD FROM MY HAND, THEY DON’T TRY TO SIT ON IT...

ANYWAYS, BEFORE IRELAND’S LEVEL 3 LOCKDOWN, HUBS AND I WENT TO SLIGO, CAUGHT ANOTHER COLD. THIS, DESPITE WEARING THE MASKS. DON’T GET ME WRONG..WE *DO* WEAR THEM EVEN THOUGH I *COULD* GET AN EXEMPTION FROM THE DOC DUE TO CHRONIC BRONCHITIS. I HATE THEM. AFTER HALF AN HOUR I’M GASPING FOR BREATH AND BY THE TIME I GET HOME AGAIN, MY LIPS AND NAILS ARE BLUE AND I’M DIZZY WITH LACK OF AIR.

BUY ANY MASK IN ANY SHOP, CHANCES ARE THEY COME FROM CHINA AND THE LABEL STATES “NOT FOR MEDICAL USE” OR “WON’T PROTECT AGAINST COVID19″.

SO TELL ME WHAT BLOODY USE THEY ARE, WHEN, EVEN WEARING THEM, WE CATCH COLDS?

AND NO, THEY DON’T PROTECT OTHERS FROM OUR GERMS. I DIDN’T *HAVE* A COLD BEFORE, NOW I DO. I WAS AROUND OTHERS WEARING MASKS ALL DAY. I PRACTICED “SOCIAL DISTANCING”. I DID EVERYTHING RIGHT INCLUDING STRIPPING THE TOP LAYER OF SKIN FROM MY HANDS BY USING SANITISER IN EVERY. DAMN. SHOP WE ENTERED. AND WE STILL CAUGHT A COLD....

A PANDEMIC, FOR SURE, BUT NOT AS DEADLY AS THEY HOPED IT WOULD BE. AND NOT NEARLY BAD ENOUGH TO ALLOW GOVERNMENTS THE PEOPLE ELECT TO WORK ON *THEIR* BEHALF TO GIVE THEMSELVES ARBITRARY POWERS THAT ESSENTIALLY CAN MAKE US PRISONERS IN OUR OWN HOMES.....

ANYWAY, POINT BEING, DUE TO SAID COLD..IT’S A PRETTY BAD ONE, TBH, I CAN COPE EASY ENOUGH WITH THE BUNGED UP NOSE (HANKIES WERE INVENTED) AND THE HEADACHE, THE ACHES AND THE SNEEZING, RUNNY RED EYES AND COUGHING (THOUGH IF THAT MAKES THE BRONCHITIS KICK IN I’M IN TROUBLE) BUT I CAN’T DEAL WITH THE DIZZY TURNS.

SO NO WEEDING TODAY, NO FORKING THE SOIL OVER THE HENS HAVE KINDLY SCRATCHED UP FOR US, NO HEAVY WORK.

TODAY, THE WYANDOTTES, WHICH HAVE BEEN TIL NOW INDOORS IN THE HOUSE, IN A BOX, FOR WARMTH AND TO KEEP AN EYE ON THEM, ARE BIG ENOUGH NOW TO BE GOING OUT TO THE BYRE. THEY’LL GO IN WITH THE SWEDES, IN A PARTITIONED PART OF THEIR BARN, WHERE THERE’S A LITTLE HEN HUTCH THEY CAN BE SAFE AND COSY IN UNTIL THEY SETTLE FROM THE CHANGE.

THEN I HAVE ONION SETS TO PLANT, AND ALL YEAR ROUND CAULIFLOWER SEEDS TO SOW, WHICH I’LL COVER WITH MESH AND THICK PLASTIC, BECAUSE WE’VE HAD PLENTY NIGHT FROSTS ALREADY.

SO THAT, SOME LOW WHISTLE PRACTICE, AND COOKING WILL BE ABOUT IT FOR ME TODAY.

IRELAND’S WEATHER IS RIGHTLY FAMED FOR RAIN. TODAY IS ABOUT THE ONLY DAY FORECAST TO NOT RAIN FOR THE NEXT WEEK. SO I’M A LITTLE DOWN AT NOT GETTING THE HEAVY WORK DONE AS I’D WANTED.

BUT I’VE LEARNED TO PROTECT MY HEALTH. EVEN A FOOD PRODUCING FIELD ISN’T WORTH DYING FOR.

RIGHT NOW IT’S STILL EARLY MORNING. I’M THE ONLY ONE UP. IT’S SUNDAY SO IT’S QUIET. THE SKIES ARE GREY AND OVERCAST FOR NOW BUT THE SUN IS DUE TO COME OUT LATER. COMING FROM JUST DOWN FROM CAPE WRATH IN THE FAR NORTH OF SCOTLAND, THE STILLNESS AND LACK OF REAL WINDS HERE DISQUIETENS ME OFTEN. I’M USED TO GALES, EVEN HURRICANE FORCE WINDS COMING AT US FROM THE SEA.

A CONFESSION: I MISS THAT SO MUCH, AM SO USED TO IT, I CAN’T SLEEP WITHOUT MY EARBUDS IN AND A THUNDERSTORM ON THE MP3. GIVE IT A TRY IF YOU CAN’T SLEEP. IT’S PRETTY SOOTHING THAN ABSOLUTE QUIET, OR TRAFFIC/WHATEVER.

THE FIELD ISN’T GOING ANYWHERE. AND THOUGH I CAN’T WORK IN IT TODAY, I CAN AT LEAST REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS LIKE WHEN WE MOVED HERE, AND HOW FAR WE’VE COME IN A FEW SHORT MONTHS ALREADY. AND LOOK FORWARD TO OVERWINTER WORK, AND NEXT YEAR’S SPRING PLANTING.

I’VE COME FROM A PLACE WHERE ABOUT THE ONLY THING YOU COULD GROW SUCCESSFULLY OUTDOORS WERE CABBAGES AND NEEPS, TO A CLIMATE THAT, THOUGH WET AND OFTEN TOO HUMID, LETS US GROW ALL KINDS OF FOODS I NEVER DID BEFORE (IF ANYONE KNOWS WHAT THE HEL TO DO WITH ALL THE CUCUMBERS I HAVE IN THE GREENHOUSE, PLEASE LET ME KNOW! :/) SUCH AS GINGER, PEPPERS, TOMATOES AND CELERY AND MORE.

WE’VE EATEN WELL THIS YEAR DUE TO OUR OWN EFFORTS, AND THAT HASN’T ALWAYS BEEN THE CASE. I KNOW WHAT REAL HUNGER IS.

SO I’M GRATEFUL FOR THE HARVEST WE’VE HAD IN THIS, OUR FIRST YEAR IN IRELAND.

AND NOW THE FIRE’S LIT, TIME TO GET SOME BREAKFAST AND THEN SEE TO THE HENS AND BRAN, OUR BORDER COLLIE, WHO BEGINS TO HOWL LIKE A WOLF AROUND BREAKFASTTIME.

HOPE EVERYONE HAS A BEAUTIFUL SUNNA’SDAG, NO MATTER WHAT YOU’RE DOING. TAKE IT EASY. NO, THE WORLD’S NOT ABOUT TO END, NO MATTER WHAT MSM TELLS YOU....

#SCOTSWOMAN IN IRELAND #THORSWOMAN #COTTAGECORE #FIELD #HENS

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had another therapy appointment tonight and I knew I was going to cry over something stupid

it’s honestly embarrassing talking about shit that I know I can talk about openly and suddenly I’m tearing up like it’s super painful for me

involuntary embarrassing reactions aside I have a good bit to think on for the next week

primarily that I likely do have exceedingly high expectations of myself, and while that may have been started by other people having high expectations of me, it’s really impacted my mental state bc I do feel like I’ve failed in many ways despite knowing I’ve been very successful overall

I take things way too hard and I’m way harder on myself than I should be. I know that my fuck-ups at work were brought to my attention so I could be aware and could fix them. that’s it. I wasn’t being reprimanded, I wasn’t being put on probation; if it were something that serious they would’ve said so. it was something to take seriously, of course, but it wasn’t that serious. and here I am literally getting chest pains stressing about watching myself like a hawk all day at work so I don’t fuck up again bc I’m scared it’ll keep happening and some ind of reprimanding will happen. I don’t think I catastrophize but I do worry a lot, and probably a lot more than I’m aware of.

it’s possible that my depression is more impactful than I thought. I guess we’ll be getting more into that next week but despite being high-functioning my therapist thinks it’s impacting my physical health. I know it’s not helping, but I don’t think it’s impacting me that much. I don’t know.

I know a lot of my past is going to start coming up and I’m going to have to unpack a lot of the shit that’s been a strain on my relationship with my mom. I’m not looking forward to being told I should probably talk to my mom about it. I don’t want to. but the way she’s been towards me my whole life... that’s probably why I have such ridiculous expectations of myself. her punishing me and blowing up on me disproportionately for the stupidest shit when I was younger is probably why I’m always bracing for the worst over tiny fuck ups and taking it all out on myself. her taking out her stress on me when I was younger and invading my privacy and being so flip-floppy was so confusing and stressful and I just feel like I can’t be close to her. there’s so much I don’t feel like I can trust her with and it’s hard for me to feel like I can’t even have that maternal support in my life. I’m going to start crying talking about this shit too.

I was trying to explain how I felt like I could have done better in school. like I generally knew what I was doing, but I felt like my abilities were cut short by my own brain function. I know I could have done better if my brain could’ve just gotten its shit together. but it’s so hard to explain that. everyone thinks they can do better. she asked if it was possible that that was the best I could do, and I just... I really don’t think so. but I have to wonder. what if it was? what if I just can’t deal with the idea that I’m not smart enough and I’m just not cut out for academia? I tried to explain that I did do a PhD course at the start of my 3rd year in my major, and I did a lot more advanced shit than anyone else in my year; I did way more than I even thought I would, what with research and scholarships and whatever else I did. I did a lot, and don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of myself. but I just couldn’t meet my own expectations. I didn’t think they were that far out of reach. I really do feel like I could have gotten things better if my brain would just fucking work. but was that my limit? maybe I was a little jealous of the people in my year that couldn’t come up with good answers in class graduating summa cum laude when I got one C in semantics and that seriously impacted my GPA. I thought I wanted to go to grad school, and actually what had me crying this time was telling my therapist that I’m seeing people in my department going on to do really cool things and going to grad school and being celebrated by the department and I feel like that could’ve been me too. I don’t like the idea that maybe I really wasn’t good enough. who would? but am I trying to deflect blame by saying I could’ve done better if it weren’t for my health? or was I actually limited by my health? I keep trying to emphasize that I’m not saying I can’t do things because I’m trying to limit myself. it’s that I know my limits and graduate school right now is just beyond that. I got a taste of what that entails and I know I can’t do it right now, and I’m scared I won’t ever be able to. it’s so hard to explain how it feels beyond “trying to get my brain together”. it felt like it took so much effort to read even simple experimental papers for class; to make the words make sense together and make the sentences form a context and extract understanding from there. “but is it possible those papers were just difficult?” I mean, yeah. it is possible. but I really do feel like I could have gotten it. I don’t think it would’ve been beyond me if I didn’t get exhausted after reading a few sentences. it’s so hard to explain brain fog and slowed cognitive function to someone who’s probably never dealt with it. I was told this therapist had experience with chronic illness, but it’s almost starting to feel like she doesn’t really believe me either.

we also went over my eating and sleeping habits. like I have many, many times with many other people. I can explain to hell and back how it doesn’t matter how much sleep I get, I’m always exhausted. my diet isn’t great, sometimes I am lacking in vitamins, but supplements don’t help. this isn’t because my diet isn’t great. there are people that I KNOW eat worse than me, and drink alcohol and smoke cigarettes and weed and drink coffee, and they’re in better physical shape than I am. how my crashes are unpredictable and sometimes I can push through them, and I don’t need to nap to recover from a crash. I just roll with everything as it comes and deal best I can. no doctors have been able to help me at this point. I’m not a typical case of anything, and because of that people always try to fit me into a box. I want a word for it too, but I really don’t think that word is depression. I was depressed long before this started, but even before my depression became obvious and my health started going all fucky I was a bubbly, vibrant kid. maybe I am high-functioning, but I don’t think the price I’m paying for that is all these crashes. and it’s not just the crashes. it’s restless sleep for 8 years. it’s alcohol and medication intolerance. it’s pain and brain fog and... I can’t even think of what else. “those are also symptoms of depression” like I know that but I just.... I really don’t think that’s it. I’m on meds for my depression and they’ve helped my moods but guess who’s still physically declining?

much to think about. I guess. I don’t really know what to make of it right now. what I do know is that I’ve been the same amount of tired all day from the minute I woke up til now, despite taking two crash naps today. I have to be up semi early for my telepsychiatry appointment in the morning. going to the pain doctor again for my shots. tomorrow’s mom’s birthday, so I need to do something for that too I guess. mom’s boyfriend invited us out for dinner at the barn in mom’s neighborhood, or if it’s raining maybe we can do dinner there. ~socially distanced~. maybe while I’m out for my doctor’s I can pick her up something. I fucked up and only planned her mother’s day gift, didn’t think to make a birthday one, despite knowing her birthday is like 2 weeks after mother’s day. every year, man. she did ask me to make 3 more masks for her and I did. took way longer than it should have though, my machine’s fucking up and I’m seriously tempted to buy myself a cheap singer one just to do my little projects. I know mine needs a tune-up, it’s a really nice, expensive machine, and I don’t want to wreck it by pushing it. there’s so much I don’t know about sewing and machines.

anyway. blah blah. bedtime I guess

#sigh

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I Travel Troubled Oceans: Chapter 18 - In Which Charles Vane Discovers He Likes To Feel Pretty And Jack Rackham Contemplates Knocking Over A Jewelry Store

Also Anne and Max are there to lend an air of practicality otherwise lacking from this story.

I had about half of what I thought was going to be chapter eighteen written and then this demanded to be written instead. So here we are. Hopefully Chapter 19 will be a fairly quick update, but work's been kinda wild the last couple of weeks so we'll see. Charles Vane's wardrobe choices are inspired by Zach McGowan's character in Shameless, a show I've never seen, but appreciate nonetheless.

Charles is fucking sick of moving furniture. If he'd wanted to be a mover, he'd have gotten a legitimate job as one, instead of making his money at smash and grabs. Or other ways, when he was younger. Prettier.

Not much about him now can be described as pretty. And Johns don't tend to like guys who're big and strong. Who're dangerous. Who could hurt them back.

And Charles has been dangerous, been hurting people since he was sixteen years old. Which is maybe part of why he's enjoying acting like a pretty, spoiled little princess so much. Why he's enjoying being all the things he's never really gotten a chance to be.

Sure, the job calls for him to be just a pretty little boytoy for Jack. Just a pretty little piece of muscled arm candy with nothing between his ears but salacious gossip. It's about the only way you make a man like him seem innocuous. Weak.

But Charles can honestly say he's enjoying being delicate and pretty and pampered, even if it's only for a con. Even if it's only Jack looking at him like that when they're not on the job – Jack who knows just how dangerous Charles can be.

The bubble baths had started as a... as a reassurance thing, Charles is pretty sure. A way for Jack to be reassured that Charles made it home safe and sound after a night of beating the shit out of people.

And it's nice that he cares so much. But it means something else to Charles. It's a way for Charles to feel loved and cared for like he'd never gotten to experience before. To know that he's wanted here, in this crew, even if they're working the kind of jobs he's not really any good at.

Though he has been practicing and he thinks he's been getting better at worming information out of people in a way that doesn't involve breaking knee caps. He knows he's not as good as Max, or even Jack. But Jack keeps him around anyway.

Seems to enjoy spending time with him, just the two of them in the palatial tub in the even more palatial bathroom off Jack's even, even more palatial bedroom. Not really talking much, which is unusual for Jack. But he must like it enough that it's turned into a routine for both of them now, even if Charles hasn't been out fighting. Even if Jack's been kept from running himself ragged at whatever part of the job he's obsessing over now. The two of them get in the bath at the end of the day just because it's what they do now.

And who would've ever thought Charles would be someone to develop such a domestic routine?

But he sure isn't complaining about it. It's nice to come home after a long day of hauling armoires up and down stairs to soak the strain out of his arms and back and legs in a hot bath. It's even nicer to relax back against the wall of the tub, his knee bumping up against Jack's bony leg, feeling him comb gently through his hair as Charles half dozes with his cheek on Jack's bony shoulder. And Jack has even started buying bath bombs without any fucking glitter in them.

So it's nice. But the whole thing has kind of changed recently. Turned into something different than just a bath at the end of a long day of manual labor. Or a long night of violence.

When Charles slips out of the warm bath and into one of Jack's many, many – seriously, how many does one guy need? - little silk robes. And when Jack pulls Charles into his bed, to nestle between cool sheets, and starts combing through Charles's damp hair, starts braiding little silver charms into it like he does for Anne. Like he used to do for Charles, before he went away, before Eleanor, really, and before everything went to shit. Jack looking down at him like he's something soft. Something pretty to be treasured. Something delicate to be protected. Well, all of that makes something bloom in Charles that he didn't even fucking know was there. Like a scraggly weed coming up through a crack in the pavement that turns out to be a flower.

And that thing feels an awful lot like love.

And the surprise is that it's easy, feeling this way. Like it's a foregone conclusion it's taken him far too long to reach.

And Charles is no stranger to falling in love. He's done it with Eleanor and there was maybe something there between him and Flint. An understanding that could have become something else if Flint hadn't found the love of his old life hiding out in some junkie squat. And there were others before that, when he was just a dumb kid, that probably don't even really count.

But they'd all ended in disaster, one way or another. Ended in heartbreak or betrayal or both.

So that's the frightening thing about being in love with Jack. Jack who betrayed him once already. Jack who he's supposed to be in love with for a con. It's frightening just how easy being in love with him is.

“It's too fucking easy,” he'd said to Anne. “I don't trust how fucking easy it is.”

Cuz nothing in life is ever this easy. Case in point, that whole thing with Eleanor. Or his entire life up til now.

But Anne'd said, “Thought that was the whole point, things being easy now.”

Cuz they ain't really doing nothing illegal, 'cept maybe bribery. And the thing about bribery is it's only illegal if the fucker you're bribing decides to turn you in. And frankly, Anne don't think Councilor Featherstone's got the balls to snitch.

Charles had thought that over for a bit. Nodded. Cuz if Anne isn't worrying about going soft – about loving people even when they'd betrayed her, even when they're all working a job together – then Charles won't worry about it either. And. And. There's plenty to appreciate about this new, softer, safer life they're building. About the person he's allowed to be living it.

“You look frustrated, moi Cherie,” Max says.

And Anne guesses that maybe her face does look a little thundercloud dark. She tries to smooth it out a little. “Nothing's wrong. Just Chaz finally realizing he's in love with Jack.”

“Ah,” Max says in understanding. She leans back in her opulent office chair to look at Anne more closely. “So of course he told you. And now you are the middle man between the two lovelorn fools.”

Anne grunts. “Not like I know shit about relationships. But somehow it's my problem.”

“Well, they both value your opinion. And you're something of a neutral party in that particular relationship.”

“How do you mean?” Cuz maybe she don't particularly want to be involved in all this bullshit. But she ain't ever been one to be considered neutral in – much of anything really.

“They betrayed each other.” Max pauses. “Being fair, we've all betrayed each other, a half dozen times over.”

Anne waves it away as inconsequential. “That was back then. We were all just doing what we had to to survive.”

And they are no longer just surviving, are they?

“All I'm saying is, you never... put yourself between the two of them. Never made Jack chose you over Charles. Or Charles choose you over Jack, in whatever capacity that may have been.”

Not like Jack had been forced to chose between Anne and Max. Or Charles and Max. Hmm.

“We've all done some pretty shit things to each other, though, ain't we?” Anne's looking down at the desk, where Max continues to do some pretty shit things. But not to them. Not ever again. “But the past's the past. And I ain't here to dig up skeletons better off left in the ground.”

Max looks up and her gaze catches the painting hanging across the room, in perfect view of her desk. Anne's hat is largely obscuring it but what little is visible arrests the eye, draws one in. Invites obsession.

That had been Flint's problem. Obsession. He refused to let go of past wrongs. Refused to let his ghosts rest.

And Eleanor, too. She refused to let her dying dreams pass from this world peacefully and it ended in her passing from high society to ignominy – a more cutting blow for her than death would have been. In the end, their obsession had been their undoing.

Max sits up in her chair, until Anne's hat completely blocks the painting and all Max can see is her shadowed face and gleaming grin. She refuses to let the same obsession be her downfall.

Charles is slowly driving Jack insane. Not that he ever had much sanity to begin with, of course. But lately, he's been driven to more than his usual level of distraction – too distracted even to make much headway on his fashion show, which is coming up in a few short weeks, unable to keep his mind on Mary's directions for the sneak peek photographs that will be tantalizingly leaked on Jack's Instagram ahead of the show, or Christine's progress with her design drawings, to say nothing of Jack's own list of last minute additions and changes that need to be made. And it's all Charles's fault.

Oh, it had started innocently enough, with Jack offering Charles a robe. Because Charles may have an incredibly blasé attitude towards nudity, but Jack cannot say the same for himself. Particularly when it's Charles sprawled out naked in Jack's bed.

Unfortunately, Charles seems to have taken to that mode of dress – or rather undress, as it really does next to nothing to cover the breadth of his shoulders and there's rather more of his rippling abdominals visible than is really appropriate for anywhere but the boudoir. And, because Charles is Charles and he has no shame, it's not a mode of dress that has remained only for the few brief, too brief, moments when Charles is in Jack's bed, on the edge of sleep and Jack can get close to him, touch him, hold him like he wants to. When Jack can pretend that Charles is the kind of man to want to be held. To be coddled and petted and loved. The intimate moments Jack can pretend mean something to Charles too, other than him being exhausted after a long day of manual labor – or a long night of beating other men's faces in.

And perhaps there is intimacy in the mere fact that Charles is willing to trust Jack enough to get close to him. To touch him when he is vulnerable. To fall asleep with Jack in the room – and Charles not even being lost in the pipe, too lost to take stock of anyone's presence, including, sometimes, his own.

There is trust there, and vulnerability. And from a man like Charles Vane, that is no small thing.

So Jack will be content with what he has and not ask for more. But God is it hard, when Charles's every move, every action, seems calculated to drive Jack to distraction.

Like, for instance, this morning when Charles comes down to breakfast in a sheer robe of cherryblossom silk that Jack had purchased with the explicit intention of never wearing unless in direst emergency. Such as someone starting to poke holes in his cover story of rich, vapid, thoroughly homosexual playboy. Charles is wearing it to eat a plate of scrambled eggs.

Jack clears his throat and slides into the seat next to an entirely too amused looking Anne. “What's on the agenda for the day?” he asks, in a brave attempt at equanimity.

“Mary says we're done painting, finally,” Charles responds with an exaggerated grimmace. “She's still got a bunch of shit to set up, but we get the day off.”

“Mostly thanks to Anne, I assume.”

Anne glares out from beneath her hat, but there's a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth that means Jack's most likely right.

“Make sure you wear her out. Then we might get a whole weekend off,” Charles adds, laughing when Anne flips him off.

“Mary's a harsh taskmaster, then?” You wouldn't think it to look at her.

Charles shrugs. “I've had worse.”

Jack's sure he has. And the fact he's mentioning it, admitting his past “weakness,” is something akin to intimacy for Charles as well. A sign that they're trusted in a way he and Anne hadn't been before – or that Charles is able to trust them in a way he hadn't been before, Jack's not quite sure.

Either way, it feels like a hand reaching out. Jack reaches back.

“Well, since Anne and Mary are otherwise occupied, do you want to help out with the fashion side of things, oh inspiring muse?”

Jack is actually rather behind on his list of tasks. And with Mary overseeing the renovations on the home they just purchased – plus her having to wrangle Jack this past week or so – she hasn't had time to take all the hundreds of pictures she had wanted to of the clothes Jack actually has finished.

Jack is laboring under absolutely no delusion that Charles will actually be any help. In fact, his mere presence – particularly if he continues to insist on dressing like that – is more likely to hinder than help. But Jack does enjoy spending time with him, embarrassing crush aside. And this feels as good a way to accomplish it as any.

“Sure, I can stand in the corner and look pretty while you work,” Charles agrees with a shrug.

Keen to encourage that sort of thing, and maybe a little blinded by the way the light and shadow play across Charles's chiseled abs, Jack says, “You're really quite good at it. Looking pretty, I mean.” And then he shoves an entire slice of toast in his mouth so he doesn't have to look at Charles and see his reaction to that statement.

Anne's not really very suppressed laughter is bad enough.

Surprisingly, Charles does actually end up being fairly helpful. He spends the first while of Jack working characteristically silent as he pages through Christine's drawings – the only thing completed on time, because she's a consummate professional regardless of profession. And Jack's happy to get his work done, is able to ignore the slight background noise and get lost in some intricate embroidery he needs to finish on the hemline of Idelle's dress.

He only looks up as he's tying the knot on the last thread. And then he sees Charles squatting next to him with his phone out, looking a bit sheepish.

It's an unusual look for Charles and Jack's a bit worried for a minute. Then, Charles turns the phone around so Jack can see he took a picture of him working.

Jack takes the phone and scrolls through the last few photos, all of Jack working or the workroom or closeup parts of garments that've been finished. It's nowhere near as professional as the “candid” shots Mary takes, but Jack thinks there's something realer in them, despite some of the strange angles or non-ideal lighting.

Charles is still looking nervous, so Jack wheels around and takes a photograph of his startled face. Charles blinks a bit dazedly from the flash and then laughs, pouncing on Jack to try and get the phone back.

“It's supposed to be you in the pictures, Jack. Since you're the famous fashion designer and all.”

Jack grins and holds the phone away from Charles, who's got a longer reach than Jack but is hindered by his overall bulk in the tight space between dress forms. “Oh no Charles. You're my muse, after all. It's only fair I show the people what's inspired my work.”

Jack takes another picture of Charles where he's sprawled out atop the long train of a brocade velvet dress Jack's halfway through sewing real freshwater pearls onto.

“Maybe I'd get more attention with your pretty face in my Instagram posts.”

Shockingly, Charles blushes a bit beneath his tan. Jack snaps another photo.

And that sets off a chain of rather ridiculous photographs taken throughout the workroom, including a rather risque shot where Charles is posing surrounded by and half underneath the skirts of one of the finished dresses. Then Charles steals the phone back and takes more pictures of Jack working, several (most) of them more focused on Jack's rear end than the work he's doing – but there are probably a few usable ones in the mix. It's Mary's problem to sort that out.

And then Jack's done with all the work he'd wanted to finish. But he has an idea for one final photograph.

“You ought to dress like this all the time, Chaz,” Jack says, utterly serious despite the impracticality.

Charles absolutely drips with jewels. It's all the jewelry Jack plans on using for the models in the show piled and strung and draped about him and it's absolutely debauched, just absolutely obscenely ostentatious.

“Yeah? You're going to go knock over a half dozen jewelry stores so I can parade around in a bit of shiny?”

Jack looks at the picture he's just taken. And Charles looks... Charles looks like a king. Like the consort to a king, dripping disdain and decadence. All hard, sharp features. All soft pale pink silk. Gold and silver and an ocean of pearls. A forest of emeralds. A sea of sapphires.

His head is bare, but it looks as if he ought to be wearing a crown. He looks as if people ought to be worshiping at his feet.

“Yes,” Jack breathes out. “Yes, Charles, I absolutely would.”

Jack saves the photo as his phone background. Maybe Charles isn't really his muse, but the image is certainly... inspirational. And hopefully good enough to get Mary off his back about the fashion show for a little while so Jack can spend some time appreciating it. And some time buying absolute truckloads of jewelry. Because, after all, what's the point being obscenely wealthy if you can't lavish your pretend boyfriend in an entire royal treasury's worth of pretty things?

#black sails #charles vane/jack rackham #anne bonny/max #i travel troubled oceans #chapter 18

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ellaofoakhill · 4 years ago

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Mother’s Malt, Part Three

The shrimp was untouched when they returned to the kitchen. Meline checked the temperature, and professed it nearly ready. Havel nodded, and his belly gave a great rumble. Ella gave a grunt of acknowledgement.

Meline clutched her medicine bag. She turned away from the roasting crustacean, and sat opposite Ella, staring at her until Ella looked up.

“What, Meline?” she asked. Havel loudly prepared a pot of tea.

Meline toyed with the strap on her bag. “I understand being upset that someone has snuck into your home,” Meline said. “I would be too. And I would be outraged if anyone flipped through my private musings like Vedris through the morning paper.

“But you only seemed watchful and concerned when we realized someone trespassed into Oakhill. And you were already angry when we saw your room.” She groped for words. “If you can tell me what the whiskey means, it might help you clear your head, and help us catch this burglar.”

Ella looked down at her hands for so long that Meline thought she wouldn’t answer. “My mother was a baronet in the Fey Queen’s court,” Ella said. “My father was a knight.” She shrugged. “Well, his mother was, so by birth, he was counted among the nobility, albeit he occupied the lowest rung of that ladder.

“Pops and I were close. He taught me how to work metal, though as a wood fairy, he couldn’t teach me much about iron.” She smiled. “His eyes were full of proud tears when I showed him my first steel knife.” The smile faded. “Mother and I were… distant. She would ask how went my studies, and I’d ask after affairs at court, but… we never just… talked. I wondered sometimes if she loved me at all, or if she was trying to be nice because I was her heir and required grooming.

“I was twelve hundred years old when the War began. Pops was a knight, but by blood only; his training with sword and shield had been cursory. He went as my mother’s armourer and squire. Mother, however, was skilled in magic and in warfare; she was a captain under Alluzandra.” Meline recognized the name. “But I think, like my father, she was at heart a peaceful soul.”

A small smile tugged at Ella’s lips again. “She loved growing things, even though she was a fire fairy. The day she and dad left—I stayed to run the estate—she gave me a bag of barley and a lump of bronze. She told me to bring as much joy with them as I could, in my own way. And she would love to see what I made of them.”

“So, in the Fey spring, I planted the barley. I watered it. I weeded it. I cut and threshed and harvested it. Again and again, through many long years. The bronze I made into a ploughshare, a scythe, and the instruments of distillation. The first two saw much use in those years.

“When I had grown that barley for twenty-seven years—enough to fill three valleys—I distilled it, and the instruments I’d made were well-used. I knew little of wood magic, but Pops had taught me some, and I consulted my younger sister, also a wood fairy and far more inclined toward gardening and growing things, and she helped me. So I worked, tweaking and modifying my brew, until I had a serviceable whiskey. I sweetened it with caramelized honey, and poured it into oak casks, to age until my mother returned and could sample it.”

There was a pause. The kettle started to boil. “After fifteen hundred years of fighting… Pops came back.” Another pause.

“I left Fey soon after. I gave the estate to my sister, who runs it with Pops now.” Ella met Meline’s eyes. “I didn’t realize my mother loved me until it was too late for me to tell her I loved her in any way but writing. That whiskey was supposed to be the start of something better than what we’d had.” She looked above the sink, at the sheaf of barley hanging over the window. “Every century, on the anniversary of her death, I return to Fey. I visit the Iron Field where she died, and Sycamore Rill, our family’s hall, where she’s buried. In both places, I pour a chalice of this whiskey, and have a glass myself. Sometimes Pops has one, too, but usually he leaves the two of us alone.”

Ella took a breath. Meline almost missed the hitch in it. “This cask was the last of it.”

Havel blew his nose with a sound like a muffled horn. Meline took the kerchief he offered her.

“So,” Meline hiccoughed after they’d mostly dried their tears, “do you feel a bit better?”

Ella wetly chuckled. “I’m not about to kill anyone now.”

There was a knock at the door. “Hello?” Ella was up in an instant, reaching for the handle and her pole.

“Wait!” Meline held up a hand. “Felix?”

A pause. “Yeah.”

Ella mouthed “You know him?” Meline nodded. Ella took an enormous breath. “Enter.”

The door opened. Felix was almost a head shorter than Meline. Like her, he wore neither boots nor shoes. His walnut hair would’ve been wild if he didn’t tie it down with a rag that might once have been blue. He had a small moustache and a beard that grew nowhere but on his chin and lower lip, not because he groomed it—anyone who looked at him could tell that wasn’t the case—but because it couldn’t be bothered to grow anywhere else.

Ella’s frown was deeper than a gorge. “Why have you broken into my hall and gone through my things?”

Felix looked more ashamed than Meline had seen him in a while. He glanced at her, then looked back up at Ella. “I mean’ no ‘arm. There was this big snake, ‘n’ she chased me up t’ this tree, an’ I dipped in through yer barn door. I—”

“Felix,” Meline said, “was this a black she-snake with light stripes?”

His head practically vibrated up and down. “Aye! Said she was Famofus er somthin’, but I didn’ stick around t’ hear more!”

Ella sat down. “How… how did you get into the stable? I have fairy bells on the door.”

“There was a fairy horse walked in same time I did,” Felix said, “startled ‘im a bit, near got kicked fer it.”

“I would imagine so,” Ella said. She sighed. “Why wander about my hall like a thief? If you’d come and explained yourself, I’d have given you a bath, a meal, spare clothes, and a bed. And more, likely, as you’re Meline’s friend.”

“No one was home,” Felix said. “Saw the shop downstairs, ‘n’ young’un there workin’,” Havel blinked at this description of him, “cursin’ up a storm, an’ left ‘im be.”

Ella spared a glance at Havel. “I cracked the sardonyx inlay I’ve been working on for a month.” He looked at Felix. “Did you bump anything on the wall as you closed the door?”

“I might’ve.” He registered Havel’s tone. “Sorry. No one else was ‘ome that I could see. Kitchen smelled nice, though.”

“About what time did you run into the stable?” Meline said.

Felix scratched his chin. “Just after moonrise?”

“So minutes after we left,” Ella said. She held the bridge of her nose between thumb and forefinger. “And going through my things? Misplacing them everywhere?”

“Felix is the actual worst when it comes to putting things back where he found them,” Meline said.

“‘arsh,” Felix said. He had the smallest smile on his face.

“But true,” Meline said. She was almost smiling herself.

“You were in my room,” Ella said. She sounded more exasperated than angry.

“I know I knocked over two books in the big nice bedroom, so I—”

“Did you read them?”

Felix and Meline shared a glance. Meline snorted. “I can’ read,” Felix said. Ella’s jaw dropped. She looked to Meline.

“Also true,” Meline said. “Felix is less literate than a botfly.”

“Also ‘arsh,” Felix said.

“Tellin’ it like it is.”

“Alright, alright,” Ella said, raising her hands. “So: Felix ran into my house because Thamnophis chased him; He found Havel in the shop in a temper, and accidentally shut off the lights; He wandered around looking to see if anyone else was home, bumping into things and replacing them in the wrong spot.” Her look turned quizzical. “Why, once you realized we were here, didn’t you reveal yourself?”

Felix cocked his head. “I never ‘eard a soul ‘til shortly before young’un here took a swing at me.” He looked up at Havel. “Not mad, defendin’ yer ‘ome, I get it.”

“But things have been moving around on us this whole evening,” Havel said. He looked like he was still adjusting to “young’un”.

“This is a big house,” Meline said. “The dining hall alone has three separate entrances.”

Ella nodded, staring for a while at nothing in particular. Eventually, she gave another sigh. “If it weren’t for the cask you spilled in my cellar, I wouldn’t actually have much issue with what you’ve done during your ‘stay’ here.”

“Fair,” Felix said. His eyes lit up. “The whiskey, y’mean?”

“Yes,” Ella said, “and for it, I’ll require—”

“It’s fine,” Felix said. Ella’s head snapped up. “I knocked over the little barrel when I put my arms in yer cellar, an’ I cracked it. So I switched it t’ another one. I’ll show yeh!”

The whiskey was in fact in another cask. Ella confirmed with a sniff and a taste. She held the cask tight to her chest for a moment; Meline saw a tear leak from her eye. She came up and wrapped an arm around Ella’s waist. Ella leaned her head on Meline’s.

Once she’d regained her composure, Ella turned back to Felix. He somehow looked even shorter. Just as Ella was about to speak, his belly gave a huge rumble.

Ella blinked. “Have you… when was the last time you ate, Felix?”

He counted on his fingers. “Six days ago?” At her raised eyebrows, he looked only the slightest bit defensive. “I’m a walker. We see the world, we live nowhere, an’ we take nothin’. I wouldn’ steal food if I ‘adn’ eaten fer twice that.”

Ella nodded. She thought a moment. “I won’t lie, you’ve made some unwise decisions tonight. But none that caused any lasting harm, and none that you can’t pay for.”

“Pay?” Meline said.

“I can chop wood,” Felix said, “and maybe add a room to Oak’ill, if you like.”

“Oakhill has enough rooms,” Ella said, shaking her head. “Cut and split a pound of wood for me, and I’ll count myself compensated.” She held out a hand. After a moment, Felix took it. “Now, shall we celebrate the Autumnal Equinox?”

The smell of roasted shrimp filled the dining hall. She was shelled, and laid out on a platter with herbs and berries. Felix looked flabbergasted; Meline could see him swallowing, probably to counter his watering mouth.

Ella raised her goblet. Meline noted her tired, relieved smile.

“Winter soon shall sally forth

From coldest waste in frigid North.

Balanced now twixt stars and sun

Remember we the Summer’s fun.

“Cherish warmth and scrumptious food,

And friends who lift the darkling mood.

Autumn’s here from west to east,

With milk and honey in jar we feast.”

As Ella carved the shrimp and Havel served mashed potato and salad, Felix nudged Meline with his elbow. “Does ‘er lordship play Fiz Bind?”

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samkat10423 · 7 years ago

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Adventures With Theo - 01-31-2013, 03:27 PM

Sooooo.... That big dude got all mad and started shakin' and rumblin' and ... and....and then he zappeded me!!!! And I got all crispidy-critterish. And I don't know why he had to be so meen, becuz I was just tryin' to be so...soci...socidible. He didn't have to try to barbacute me like that! I'm not a hotdog!!! And when I asked that blond dude if he knowed why the big, ugly guy was bein so unfriendlyish... Instead of talkin' back to me, he just looked the other way and walked on by. I tell you true, these sims are even more not-socidible than those alien Sims ever were. And you wanna know a sekrit? I don't like them! I know we're 'posed to like everyone, but I don't! Becuz, they're lots more meener than samkat ever dreamed of bein'. And that's real meen!

Well, I knowed I had to get that sooty stuff offen me, real quick like, iffn I didn't want to cook to death. I mean, it was h-o-t-t ! Hot!!! And that can cook you for sure! Yes it can!!! I learnted that when I worked for Emma Hatch. Did you know that you can't cook stuff, lessen the stove is turned on? Well, you can't! It jist sits there in the pot and does NUTHIN! Well....uther than jist sit there, that is. Witch, I guess is somethin, doncha know. So, now you learnted somethin new!

Anyways, I started walkin' some more, hopin' to find a building with a sprinklee thingamajig inside it. But not that leany one. Becuz it might've fallen over on me, and then where would I be? But luckily I found this place with a sign that said, "8 our el ness enter." Well, I don't 'zactly know what an "8 our el ness enter," is, but I was gettin' hotter and hotter by the second, so I figyered I'd just go in a bit and check it out. And see what I could see, doncha know. And wanna know somethin' else? I don't 'member it ever bein hot... or even warm in any of the Sims worlds before that Season ikspanshen pak came. And I don't like it!!! Not one bit! I'm thinkin someone needs to tell Koncilman Twallan 'bout it, so's he can maybe fix it, doncha think?

Well, the "8 our el ness enter" didn't have no sprinklee thingies, but it did have this really pretty water garden. And even though I'm scarred of water, I was soooooo hot, that I desided I'd better hop in, afore I bursted right up in flames! So I did! Jump in. Not bursted. And 'cept for a frog or two..... Wait! When did frogs get to Sunset Valley?!!! I thought they had to live in that Frenchie place, else they'd croak. Oooooh! I made a funny!

Anyways, what was I tellin' you.....Oh! Oh! Oh! I 'member! The water cooled me off! Did not know that it could do that. Oh, I knowed it could get the soot off, but not that it would make you feel cooler too. How 'bout that! Now I taughted you anuther somethin'! And then, when I was all clean, I got outta the pool all neked like. Becuz my clothes got all crispided by that big, ugly dude, doncha know! And that made me all sad-like, becuz I really liked them. But then, guess what!!! They showed up again, all new-like!!! And I didn't even have that majeikals pocket where us sims usually keeps our spare stuff, becuz it got burnted up too. But when I spun 'round - mostly so's I could see all the pretty flowers - rolla! (Rolla! - that's Frenchie talk, by the way! It means somethin', but I'm not real sure what.) Anyways, I had new clothes that looked just like the old ones! How cool is that!!! I knowed samkat could do markalouse things, but even I did not know she was kapzible of that!!! Guess that jist proves she really is a goddezz! So...so....Oh! I forget what I was gonna say! Wait a sec, while I think a bit..... Oh! Oh yeah! Now I 'member! It was startin' to get all dark outside, so I figyered I'd go look for someplaz to spend the night. I mean, I guess I coulda slept on one of them longer chairs at the "el ness enter," but I was afeared that that big, meen, ugly dude might be lookin' for me, and it weren' that far from where he was piknikin'. So, I desided to start walkin' and see what I could maybe find.

Well I walked, and I walked and I walked some more - like forever! At least ten hole minuts! And then I seed this really pretty garden. So's I telled myself, "Self, this would be a good place to sit for awhile. Jist til that ugly guy forgets about me." So I did! Anyways, I musta sitted there like forever! At least 'nuther ten hole minuts! Then I started hearin' these moans and groans, and I figyered maybe it was a hos...hosp...hospitable. Where they keep those sick sims, doncha know! So I thinks to myself, that maybe I should start walkin again. You know, afore I catched somethin!

So I did. And finally I seed this houz with some lights still on. So I figyered I'd go ask the sims that lived there iffn I could maybe spend the night. Becuz by then, I was real t-a-r-r-e-d, tired! But I knowed that some sims don't care 'bout that, so I knowed I had to do somethin' to make them want to help me. I mean, I'm pretty likesable, but still.... Some sims are meen! I know that that's hard to beleeve, but you gotta trust me on this one. Some sims are m-e-e-n, meen!

While I was a-thinkin' about that, I seed their kitty standin' there, all lonesome-like, by their mailerbox. So's I thinks, I'll just catched him, and bring him inside, and they'll be so greatfulsome, that they'll let me stay. And maybe, jist maybe, give me somethin to eat, becauz I ain't had food like forever - least one hole day! Pretty smart plan, right? I thought so. So's, I go up to him, all soft like, and said in my nicest kitty-kat voice, "Hello, kitty-kat! Did some meen, old sim forget you were out here? Well, don't fret none, becuz I'm here to save you!" "Uuhhh, lady? Get your glasses fixed. I'm a raccoon." "Come on, kitty-kat..... OUCH!!!! You bited me!!!!" Well, when I skreamed, the whole neabberhood woked up, and sims started yellin' and lights came on, and for a second there, I didn't know what to do! For real!!! But, then I seed that the houz I was at, was still quiet. So's I sneaked up on it real quiet like.... And guess what! It was aban... abranded.... desserted! For real! And not the cake kind ether. Witch was kinda sad, becuz I'm still hungree. So, I kreeped real quiet like and finded me a nice bed. No food, sad to say. But at least there's a bed, so's I went to sleep. Anyways, it was too dark last night to show you how pretty this plaz is. And wanna know a sekrit? I didn't know it was....Pretty, that is, 'til the sun comed up this morning. Becuz, beleeve it or not, I see real good... better'n most sims. But even I couldn't see it too good, in the dark. Becuz it was dark, doncha know! So, while I get washed up, you can look at the piktures I took. Okay?

That first one shows me in my new bed. And I'm tellin you, it was hard to take that pikture, what with me havin to pretense to still be asleep and all. For real! Anyways, you can see that that part has a roof over the bed. With flowers and some trees and some bushes growin outta it. Pretty, right?!

And the next one shows my sofa and my new book-holder. 'Korz it's a bit burnted, so's it's kinda dark-lookin, but the books still work real good. I know, becuz I took one out and the words still worked on the pages. So, it's good.

And I've even got a toilet. But you gotta walk through them weeds to get to it. And when I first seed it, it was layin there, on its side. So I had to stand it back up, doncha know. It kinda works. Well, it leaks a bit, when you flush it, but that's good, becuz it waters the grass. Anyways, that's my new houz. 'Cept for the fact that it don't have all its walls, and is missin' some of its roof, it's almost as good as my last houz. I mean, it has all sorts a flowers and stuff growin right outta its floor and walls. So it won't need no paint. And I won't hafta be spendin all day, broomin and moppin the floors, becuz I don't have any. Floors nor broom nor mop. So that worked out pretty sweet, doncha think!

And see that box...whoa! What just happened? I pointed this stickie thing samkat put in my majeikals pocket, and sparky things came flyin' out!!! How cool is that?!!! Well, I have to stop talkin' at you for a bit, while I figyere this out. It may take me a bit.....

#sims 3 #sims 3 stories #Adventures with Theo #Les Sims 3 Sunset Died

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dressedupkiss · 4 years ago

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86 days

Until March 1st, spring month.

I’m super looking forward to getting to know Mother Nature up close and personal in all sorts of different ways once the snow melts and the new growth flourishes.

I have some dried mugwort and dream herb right now, also some bay leaves and Egyptian flower, and I smudge with them and they make me feel really at home and good in my home.

I picked some needle branches off a pine tree earlier and I burned it in my home and it smelled nice and citrusy. I like blessing my home with plants and rocks I find around the city and soak up the nature and good vibes it offers.

I find quiet time and silent contemplation to be a big part of my life, I don’t have many people bothering me to hang out often so I have a lot of time to myself. I don’t mind it because I’m good company but sometimes I feel very alone. My best friend Joel has been staying over for the past week and she has a dog too so I’ve had nice company lately. Yesterday and today we kind of started to get sick of each other and sort of argue a bit because it’s such a small apartment we are cramped in here.

But it’s okay cuz they are leaving tomorrow night to stay with different friends and I will see them eventually again to hang out. I wonder how many time until March I will see them. Sometimes a whole month goes by and I don’t see them again. Sometimes longer. I’m gonna keep track of how often they want to hang out with me before march. Probably won’t see them much for the rest of this month of December because of christmas and they are having to find a new apartment.

So in January they will be busy moving in and then maybe at the end of January they will ask to hang out but I don’t know. We could have our fill of each other for a while. I’m gonna try to not text them very often as to not bother them, and I’m gonna spend a lot of time getting to know Mother Nature and the trees around me better to keep me company.

I sometimes wish I had someone close to me like a girl I’m dating so I could have more sensual moments more often but if I have to be alone for a few more months and get to know my own personal frequencies then so be it. I will always be alone no matter who I meet unless I fall in love with a soul mate and that would be a huge experience worth waiting for.

I know I need to gather my powers and earn strength through nature this next year and be positive and influence the world with love, so being alone a lot isn’t a burden. It’s a freedom. I will be able to go for nature walks as often as I want, always have my free money and spend it on fruits and veggies and healthy things.

I like spending time with Joel because they are spirit family, her and her dog George, they are soul family to me and we have a very close bond. In recent years I have had intense negative emotions sometimes and nobody to listen to me so people call me crazy sometimes because they don’t know how to deal with my emotions. I never act out or hurt anyone but I get palpably angry and I silently calmly deal with it and I guess that weirds people out. Joel has been cautious about me before and I get some backlash about my behaviour but in my world I’m very sacred and calm and appropriate so it bothers me that people think there’s a problem with me when I’m doing a good job at dealing with my present situation.

I am strong and able and fit and connected to nature and I’m healthy and free. I have a great freedom in being me because I chose to not work for my life. I chose to live and gather and live with not much but with everything. I feel blessed in that I have a connection to the great soul of earth and all her babies and I feel fairies and orbs and I can sense dead spirits and I can control erratic energies to calm down and be peaceful.

I feel grateful for the love in my chest and the peace I feel in my body. I have a lot of energy for exercise and breathing deep, and I’m not on the internet much and I eat really well. I feel lucky to have the opportunities I have and not to have to work right now. Not working is such a stress relief and I know I need it.

When I imagine nature I feel her right here like I’m climbing a tree or feeling the river water even though I’m laying in my bed. My visions are so real and good.

12 weeks 2 days til March. That’s not too bad. 3 months, December January February.

It should go by pretty fast. I’m not looking forward to how cold January and February will be. I’ll be holed up in my apartment with my plant material and fire, I’ll be exercising with weights somewhat and going for short walks when it’s sunny days. It’s still pretty nice out right now, it’s been sunny for the past 4 days and I really appreciate that light.

I feel very connected to the sun and trees lately and the birds that fly by my window. Magpies are so smart and I know they feel blessings from me. I’m so happy and thankful the animals pay attention to me and I hear their love.

I often imagine shamans and sorcerers out there who do magic and protection blessings and peace offerings, I want to meet someone who does magic so I can further my shamanic life and learn about more plant spirits.

I feel lucky to be alive the way I am. My brain doesn’t overthink and I have a lot of peace and quiet in my life. I don’t have a brain full of useless information and in fact I don’t have much information in my brain at all. I learn in feeling and emotion, not in fact and knowledge. I learn in wisdom and peace instead of by memorizing things. I don’t have a lot to contribute to regular conversation but if it is more passionate speak inspired by love I have a lot more to say.

I like being a feeler and healer. I love learning in vibe and feeling rather than how they taught me in school. I have school dreams a lot where I just have one more class in high school to complete until I’m done and I always hate that I have to be there. I never want to go to school again and I’ve already been forced to take post secondary stuff a few years ago and I didn’t do anything with the courses.

I don’t have a drive to work or learn, I don’t believe in how we are taught in my country and I don’t trust many white people to teach me something that will matter to me. I only trust shamans and spiritual people who are grounded and healthy and powerful to know something to help me. But at the same time I don’t know anyone like that except my best friend and she is a great two spirited support to me. My life is experimenting in my youth and learning my own way. I don’t depend on a city or on simple interaction. I need special sacred specific help and I only get it from my bff so I really don’t need anyone’s help but nature.

I feel strong in myself and my own abilities. I don’t have mental stress or issues. I’m physically healthy and proud of being strong and connected to nature. I breathe deeply each day and soak in the sunshine. I get my nature in and make sure I’m balanced. I don’t overdo it with weed or smudging, I fast properly from food and plants and rocks, I use things only when it is proper and needed. I’m very good at living with very little and being grateful for every little thing. The universe takes care of me and I feel that.

I feel like i am a wild animal and I am studying myself my whole life. I’m excited to die because I know it will be freeing and my power of dream will be expressed so fully and I won’t feel bored or bogged down by confusion. I’m excited to learn a lot in my life. So far I have learned to be gentle, quiet, soft, passionate, determined to survive, strong willed, I’ve learned to feel a lot and express myself in song. I haven’t learned how to conversate with many people or exchange knowledge. I don’t have a lot of knowledge to share with the world but I have feeling and beauty to express.

I am like a flower and not like a human. I smell good and I’m soft and delicate and I don’t speak much but I’m listened to silently.

I like silence and peace. I don’t like a lot of stimulation. I don’t like to be talked at. I don’t like conversation sometimes. I like stillness and connection to the universe. I think a lot of people judge others and think they’re better than others and they’re setting an example for others to follow to better themselves. I think that’s rude cuz we should focus on how there are so many beautiful people trying hard to do beautiful things for the world and struggle is merely an issue of focus. People need to be reminded that everyone is here doing the same thing and we are all equal and good doing what we do. Hippies aren’t better than anyone and they shouldn’t act like it.

Doing a lot doesn’t mean you did a lot. Being present and silent means the world to the universe. Working yourself to the bone doesn’t prove you’re living right. Living relaxed and open to opportunity is good. We shouldnt stress out about life because spending all your time outside means you’re healthier and everyone is right where they should be. I have a free home cuz I gave up everything and accepted my freedom.

I feel lucky to be so free. I’m glad to be alive the way I am. I haven’t put up with abuse and I receive help and assistance to live properly.

I’m lucky to be here this way.

I have everything I need. I’m beautiful and healthy and in love with myself.

I will be a great addition to some beautiful girls world some day and my life will change and flourish. Til then I have myself to heal and experience and my bff for company every now and then. I have enough. Life is good to me.

I hope all who reads this has a blessed day and finds something fun to do. Thanks.

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boasamishipper · 7 years ago

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til' all my sleeves are stained red

Summary: Cavendish finds out.

Author’s Note: Since it seems all I’m capable of writing for these two is angst, I figured I’d write some more based on Fungus Among Us and Island of the Lost Dakotas. (Speaking of the latter -- god damn.) Much like my last fic, this is all speculation that will most likely be jossed, but I wanted to post it anyway.

And there will be a part two.

Of all the things to think of at this time, what came to Dakota's mind was the joke that ended, "But you screw one goat…"

It was appropriate for the occasion. He and his partner were time travelers who had saved the world once from sentient pistachios and now had to do it again. For allies, they had a dog, the star of an unmade popular science fiction television series, a boy around whom everything that could go wrong would go wrong, a mad scientist who would invent time travel twelve years in the future, and an anthropomorphic crime-fighting platypus. Then after they'd fixed the time machine and returned to the scene, the car’s battery had died, and he and Cavendish had gone off to find jumper cables while Milo and Orton Mahlson took refuge with the time vehicle in a gas station. Now he and his partner were hiding in an alley while the Pistachions were searching for them.

At this point, Dakota thought that he could handle anything.

That was until Cavendish had turned to face him with an expression as serious as sin and announced that he would distract the Pistachions so Dakota could return to Milo and Orton, jump-start the car, and go back to reverse this from ever happening.

Dakota finally regained the ability to speak once it became clear that Cavendish wasn't kidding. "Are you out of your mind?"

"No, Dakota, I'm not." Cavendish didn't even sound offended. Just…resigned, in a way. As though he'd already accepted this turn of events for truth. "You're faster than me and I trust you to get the cables back to Orton and Milo. I'll hold the Pistachions off as long as I can to give you a headstart."

Dakota's throat went dry. He refused to accept this. "Cav…" Facts were swirling around him and a numbing, fearful cold was spreading through his body. If Cavendish died here and they managed to reset the timeline, then Dakota wouldn't be able to go back in time to save him. "No. Don't do this. There has to be another way."

"There's no time to come up with anything better."

"But if you do this then you'll—then they’ll—" He couldn't even entertain the thought of Cavendish dying. Not in a way that he couldn't fix. "I won't let you do this." He tried to give the jumper cables to Cavendish, but his partner wouldn't take them. "Let me do it—"

"No, Dakota—"

"C'mon, the coast is clear, you should—"

"Dakota—"

"Just make a run for it, I'll—"

"Damn it, Dakota, will you listen to me?"

Stunned, Dakota fell silent. In all of the time that they'd known each other, Cavendish had never snapped at him like that.

Cavendish looked a bit taken aback himself, but he continued once he realized that he actually had Dakota's full attention. "Please, Dakota," he said. "I don't want you making this harder than it already is." Gently, he took Dakota's hand and squeezed it tightly. Dakota wanted to cry. "And I want you to know that…that even though I don't always say it, it's been an honor to have you as a partner."

Oh God, now he was really going to cry.

Seeming to realize that Dakota was too shocked to say anything, Cavendish appeared to steel himself and turned around, ready to walk into the open and sacrifice himself to the Pistachions so Dakota could make a run for it.

"I've seen you die one hundred and twelve times."

Cavendish stopped in his tracks.

Dakota stepped forward, his heart hammering against his ribs so loud that he was sure they'd be discovered at any second. He'd swore on his life that he could never tell Cavendish about this but if this didn't make Cavendish reconsider then nothing would. "I've seen you get shot. Stabbed. Harpooned. You've drowned in quicksand and water and lava. You've gotten hit by cars and trains and you've fallen down mountains. And I've seen it all. And every time that happened, I went back in time to save you." He swallowed, wishing that Cavendish would turn around. "There are a hundred and eleven copies of me because of what I did and they all live on a hidden island in the middle of the ocean."

It was hard to tell how much time passed. Days. Years. Several small eternities. Cavendish didn't move and Dakota couldn't, not even as the sounds of the Pistachions in the distance got louder and louder.

"Cav?" Hesitantly, Dakota put a hand on Cavendish's shoulder but his partner still didn't move. "Cavendish, say something. Yell at me. Say—say that I shouldn't have messed with the timestream. Just please—"

Cavendish turned around, and Dakota instantly shut up. His partner looked as though he'd been hit in the face with something heavy. He kept opening his mouth and closing it, as though he didn't know what to say, and when he finally managed to speak, his voice was very quiet. "Why would you do that?"

Because you're my partner. Because you're the only friend I have and I can't stand to lose you. Because you're Cavendish and what else am I going to do?

But none of those responses sounded right, and Dakota felt the world wash away as he discovered the answer within himself, surprised that he hadn't located it sooner. "Because I love you."

No, this pause lasted for eternities. The universe expanded, collapsed, and burst outward again.

Cavendish raised his hand, and Dakota was afraid for a moment that he was going to get slapped, but that changed when Cavendish grabbed him by the collar, pulled him close, and kissed him.

It wasn't anything spectacular—the angle was awkward and the jumper cables were pressing into Cavendish's chest—and it didn't last long, but it made him feel like he was floating nonetheless.

"I love you too," Cavendish said once they had pulled away from each other. He was smiling softly but his eyes were sad, and Dakota realized that even after what had happened between them—even after telling Cavendish his secret—Cavendish still wanted to sacrifice himself to save Dakota and the others. Because that was just the kind of person Cavendish was. "You've saved my life numerous times, Dakota. Now let me return the favor."

Dakota didn't trust himself to speak without crying, but he managed to nod.

Cavendish swallowed. For the first time he actually looked afraid, but he straightened up, cupping Dakota's face in his hands like he was memorizing every detail of it. "Save the world for me, will you?"

In answer, Dakota wrapped Cavendish in a tight hug. Pulling back made him feel physically ill, but he knew that if he didn't leave now, he never would. And who knew what was happening to Milo and Orton Mahlson by now…

With one last look at him, Cavendish ran out into the street. "Hey! Come and catch me, you overgrown weeds!"

Dakota watched two Pistachions shout that they found one and chase after his partner, and then forced himself to look away and run toward the gas station. He ran as fast as he could, his shoes pounding against the pavement, and tried his best to ignore the shouting happening in the distance. The sound of someone being thrown into a brick wall and crumpling to the ground.

Finally arriving—with no Pistachions on his tail—he found Milo and Orton Mahlson fighting off a couple of Pistachions with crowbars, and immediately moved to assist them. Once the last one had been taken care of, he tossed the jumper cables at Orton, who barely managed to catch them. "It's positive to positive, then negative to negative."

Milo was gazing around the room, looking confused. "Uh, Dakota?" he said carefully. "Where's…where's Cavendish?"

"He sacrificed himself to save me.” His voice was so hoarse that it didn’t even sound like it belonged to him. "So I could make a run for it."

Milo covered his mouth with his hands, eyes widening in shock. "Oh no." Even Orton turned around, pity and sympathy etched in every line of his face. "Oh, God, Dakota. I'm sorry."

He thought of Cavendish's last words to him, of their kiss, and he released a shaky breath, hot tears pricking his eyes. He quickly swiped them away, knowing he had to be strong for Milo. "Yeah, kid," he whispered. "Me too."

The roaring of the time vehicle's engine jerked Dakota out of his trance, and the sound of voices outside spurred him into action. He ushered Orton and Milo into the car, automatically moving toward the passenger seat before remembering that Cavendish wasn't there to drive. That thought nearly sent him into tears all over again, but he stubbornly shoved that feeling aside and sat down in the driver's seat, closing the door behind him.

"Alright," he said to himself. "Let's do this."

I won't let you down, Cavendish. I'll save the world for you. I promise you didn't sacrifice yourself in vein.

And with that, Dakota pushed down on the gas pedal, and the three of them reentered the timestream.

#my fics #my writing #mml fics #mml fanfiction #mml speculation #milo murphy's law #milo murphy #orton mahlson #balthazar cavendish #vinnie dakota #pistachio protectors #dakavendish #dakcavendish #otp: what're you gonna do #island of the lost dakotas #fungus among us #part one of two #more to come!

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fabermemorialrink · 7 years ago

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some mistake, part 4

Start of chapter two!

“So, I think I met someone.”

Derek is perched on the lowest branch of a fairly short tree: high enough to be fun but low enough that he shouldn't be able to injure himself unless he really tries. He watches as Dex carefully plucks winter weeds and herbs for his basket, and hacks loose other thick vines that he tosses away like garbage. He’s been back from winter break for a few weeks now, but today it’s finally not snowing, so he bundled up and came to check on Dex, who he should have expected to be perfectly at home in the woods even in the dead of winter.

“Yeah? Does she treat you right?”

Derek can tell now from the slight uplift in Dex’s voice that he's joking, because they're both mid-teens and pimply and undateable, but it throws him enough that he forgot what he was originally trying to say, mumbling out, “Oh, well, he's actually a guy.”

For a moment, Dex pauses with his hatchet in hand, a singular flame in a pool of white and wintergreen, staring up at Derek before asking, “Okay. Does he treat you right?”

He doesn't seem too fazed by the thought of Derek dating a boy, which is a relief, because Derek's pretty sure he's not straight, but this isn't really the topic at hand right now. “Yeah, he's great, but it's not like that-”

“Sad.” Dex’s brow wrinkles in what Derek knows is false pity. Jerk.

“Shut up, I'm trying to explain. He's a transfer student, same year as me. And I think we might be friends?”

He sounds too hopeful, he knows, too pathetic, but Dex knows that it's been a slow process for him, trying to bond with his classmates. He feels mostly at home with his team, but almost all of them are upperclassmen, and each year some of them are going to graduate, so he's ecstatic to have Chowder, who’s bright and enthusiastic and funny, and gets him the way most other people don't.

But Dex doesn’t sneer or chirp Derek for his ongoing struggle to make meaningful personal connections. He smiles, just slightly, his expression tinged with what looks a bit like relief, and says, “Two whole friends, Nursey. At this rate you’ll need both hands to count ‘em all by the time you graduate.”

Okay, maybe he chirps Derek a little bit.

Derek tugs a pinecone off the tree and sends it down at Dex’s head. “You’re such a dick,” he says fondly. “Don’t get jealous; I still like you best.”

The light in Dex’s eyes dims at that and his shoulders stiffen as he mutters something under his breath. The wind carries a fragment up to Derek: “-ter for you if you didn’t.”

Part of Derek wants to delve deeper into that, but the other part is relieved when Dex carries on like nothing just happened, and asks Derek to tell him about Chowder.

Derek waxes lyrical about his new friend for about twenty minutes straight, before getting to the point he’s been circling like a nervous vulture. “You should come meet him,” he suggests when Dex looks like he’s done clearing the unwanted vines choking the smaller trees of this grove. There are several chores Dex usually does in the forest for his parents, or his teacher or whoever - Derek doesn’t really know who it is, but he knows Dex isn’t using all the herbs he gathers for himself. The hatchet is used mostly to chop down undesired plants - invasive species, Dex claims, though Derek can’t tell the difference between this and that creeping vine or wildflower.

“You know that’s not a good idea,” Dex says, occupied with his basket. Derek expected this answer, knows all the excuses Dex will give before he even vocalizes them. He’s starting to wonder if he’ll ever get to see Dex outside. If they’ll ever do the kinds of things together that other teenagers do. But Dex remains quiet about his home life, about his real life, and while they may like to push each other’s buttons Derek knows better than to pry at a tender subject, so he lets it go. He looks for compromises.

“Then, can I bring him to meet you?” Derek isn’t asking permission to use the woods so much as he’s asking permission to open their friendship to outsiders. There's something unique about what they have, but Derek hopes it isn't so fragile that it would break with the addition of a new factor.

Dex stiffens slightly before forcing himself to relax. “Nursey, you know the woods aren't safe-”

“I'll teach him all the rules,” Derek swears, shimmying down from his perch to join Dex in the thinning snow. “I won't let him get into any trouble, promise. We’ll stay in the outer ring, too. I just- I want my two best friends to meet. I think you'd like each other.”

For a few seconds Dex chews on his bottom lip, his eyes darting around the forest like they do sometimes, as if he's constantly watching for some unseen threat. “He's not also gonna make me read his English paper, is he?” he eventually asks, looking dubious.

Derek laughs in relief, knowing he's already won this battle. “Nah, he's more of a science guy.” The first time Derek had asked Dex to look over an essay for him he'd received the most beautiful face scrunch of consternation; he only wishes he'd caught a picture of it on his phone. I don't know grammar, Dex had said. Sounds fake, Derek had responded, lying on his stomach with his chin in his hands as Dex proceeded to scowl at every page.

Dex makes a noise of approval, and Derek rolls his eyes. “Alright,” he says, strapping his hatchet away, “You should already know this one, but you'll have to teach your friend. Rule three: always leave before it gets dark.”

“Back by curfew, I know, mom.”

“And you promise to stay in the outer ring?”

“Cross my heart.”

Dex inhales slowly, before collecting himself. “He's from California, right? You better wait til the summer or fall. It's too cold for him now.” With that, he gathers his things and stalks away, leaving Derek to scramble after him.

“Shit, you'll love him, I swear,” he says, trotting alongside Dex.

“Guess we'll see. Did you win yesterday's game?”

Derek launches into a highlight reel of yesterday’s win, and like that, any remaining awkwardness fades into the winter air. Now that he's gotten the okay, he can take the time to plan Chowder’s first visit. No need to rush into things and give Dex more stress lines.

The weather gets warmer, the days get brighter, but for some reason Derek still doesn't invite Chowder along. The timing just never feels right, and as spring slides into summer, Derek decides he'll wait until next school year to introduce them. Chowder’s usually busy anyway, still trying to learn the ropes around Andover, and Dex hasn't brought it up since Derek first mentioned it. For now, he'll keep his two worlds separate until he's ready.

But with the start of summer comes the end of the school year, and Derek realizes it's gonna be three long months until he sees his best friends again. He'll visit Chowder in Cali at some point, but he has no idea what Dex is doing for the summer, and he already knows he's never going to find out. It's not even like they can call or video chat with each other; Dex doesn't own any electronics at all, which is weird considering how much he knows about older computers. Maybe he's been holding off to save money.

They're lying on their backs in the outer ring, legs propped up on a log as Dex tells Derek about a friend of his who almost destroyed a mutual friend’s house on a quest for true love.

“Cam looked like she was about ready to flip him into the river, but then she saw the gift for Bits clutched in his hand and decided to let him off the hook.”

Derek whistles in admiration. “Did he really fall through her roof?”

Dex hums, making a “so-so” hand gesture. “More or less. J’s been forgiven, but I think she’s wary of letting him anywhere near her place again. April agrees.”

Derek shakes his head incredulously. He’s no stranger to shenanigans and wacky stories, but some of Dex’s friends are in a different league. This J guy really goes the extra mile for his man, and whoever Jen and Mandy are, they party harder than even the wildest guys at Andover. It’s like they never sleep. The team would love them.

Before Dex starts in on Bits and the termite epidemic of ‘09, Derek stops him with a poke to the ribs that's immediately paid back double. While wheezing, he gets out, “Hey, I just wanted to let you know I'm headed back to New York for the summer.”

“What, did you think I'd miss you or something?” Dex asks with a smirk, because he's an asshole and will totally miss Derek, no matter what he says.

“Nah, just didn't want you to worry that I got eaten by a bear when I don't show up next week. And it's alright, babe, I know you'll miss me. No need to hide it.”

Dex flips him off with a huff of a laugh, thumping his crossed ankles down over Derek’s. “You wish. Thanks for letting me know.”

“You’re-” He wants to ask Dex what his plans are for the next few months, but whatever the answer is won’t be the answer that Derek’s looking for. So he changes tack, going for, “You’ll be here next year, won’t you? I’m coming back early September a few days before school starts, and I’ve got a whole pie with your name on it if you’re around.” Dex has listened to Derek’s crazed rants about New York pizza enough times to have demanded restitution for being forced to sit through them, and Derek intends to follow through. There’s a simple joy that comes from bringing food to Dex, who tries not to light up and always accepts, even though they go through the rigamarole of a token protest each time. Dex apparently eats nothing but roasted vegetables and fresh-baked pie, and maybe like some venison or whatever once in a blue moon. His diet is shittier than Wicky’s, and Derek’s only ever seen Wicks eating orange food.

As expected, Dex brightens at the mention of food. “Pizza? I'll be here.”

“Cool, great. Don’t take off; I’ll be waiting for you at the hollow. If you don’t show, I might just eat the whole thing alone,” Derek warns.

Dex rolls his eyes, folding his arms under his head. “Like I’d forget to come see y- I mean, to come eat pizza. It better be as good as you say it is,” he blusters on, bravely pretending that neither of them notice he’s flushing red. A blip of affection for this emotionally-wonky doof bursts in Derek’s chest and he breaks into a grin.

“Holy fuck, you will miss me, won’t you? You have feelings. Like a real boy and everything.”

Derek presses a hand to his mouth in fake shock and Dex elbows it away from his face. “Knock that off,” he grouses, still pink. “So what if I wanna see you again after a few months? Fuck you, you’re my best friend, you asshole; maybe I will fuckin’ miss you. Jerk.”

It’s the most touching thing anyone’s said to him in all of this year so far. “Yeah, okay, me too,” Derek replies, only half-teasing as he turns Dex’s words back on him.

Dex's only response is to elbow him again, and demand two pizzas for all his trouble, to which Derek readily agrees. They argue about toppings for the next twenty minutes and Derek thinks that thirty years from now he'll still remember this exact conversation, down to the look Dex shoots him when he pushes for extra olives.

#nurseydex #nursey #dex #omgcp fic #some mistake #it's almost chowder time y'all

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aquariusrpc · 7 years ago

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song lyrics sentence starters;

❝ all I want tonight is just get high up. ❞

❝ my resume is real enough for two millenniums. ❞

❝ i meditate and moderate all of my wins again. ❞

❝ i'm always on your mind. ❞

❝ been a bad bitch way before any cash came. ❞

❝ i'm a savage, I'm a asshole, I'm a king. ❞

❝ you actin' shifty, you don't ride with me no more, i need loyalty. ❞

❝ tell me who you loyal to is it money? is it fame? is it weed? is it drink? is it comin' down with the loud pipes and the rain? ❞

❝ tell me who you loyal to is it love for the streets when the lights get dark? is it unconditional when the 'rari don't start? ❞

❝ tell me when your loyalty is comin' from the heart. ❞

❝ tell me who you loyal to do it start with your woman or your man? do it end with your family and friends? or you're loyal to yourself in advance? ❞

❝ all i want is loyalty. ❞

❝ it's so hard to be humble. ❞

❝ i've been on the low, i been taking my time. ❞

❝ i feel like i'm out of my mind, it feel like my life ain't mine. ❞

❝ i don't wanna be alive, i just wanna die today, i just wanna die. ❞

❝ i've been praying for somebody to save me, no one's heroic and my life don't even matter. ❞

❝ i never had a place to call my own, i never had a home. ❞

❝ they say every life precious but nobody care about mine. ❞

❝ i want you to be alive, you don't gotta die today, you don't gotta die. ❞

❝ it's the very first breath, when your head's been drowning underwater and it's the lightness in the air when you're there, chest to chest with a lover. ❞

❝ it's holding on, though the road's long and seeing light in the darkest things. ❞

❝ and when you stare at your reflection, finally knowing who it is, i know that you'll thank god you did. ❞

❝ i know you're the reason i believe in life. ❞

❝ what's the day without a little night? ❞

❝ i'm just tryna shed a little light, it can be hard, it can be so hard. ❞

❝ you got everything to give right now. ❞

❝ i finally wanna be alive, i don't wanna die today, i don't wanna die. ❞

❝ pain don't hurt the same, i know. ❞

❝ the lane i travel feels alone but i'm moving 'til my legs give out. ❞

❝ i don't wanna cry anymore, i wanna feel alive. ❞

❝ i don't even wanna die anymore. ❞

❝ so you're still thinking of me, just like i know you should. ❞

❝ i can not give you everything, you know i wish i could. ❞

❝ i'm so high at the moment, i'm so caught up in this. ❞

❝ we're just young, dumb and broke but we still got love to give. ❞

❝ we argue all the time, you always say i'm wrong, i'm pretty sure i'm right. ❞

❝ what's fun about commitment? when we have our life to live. ❞

❝ jump and we think - do it all in the name of love. ❞

❝ run into sin, do it all in the name of fun. ❞

❝ woke up a little too late this morning but i think i'll be okay. ❞

❝ damn, my car still smells like marijuana, my mom is gonna kill me. ❞

❝ because i'm eighteen and i still live with my parents, yeah they're not like yours, well, yours are more understanding. ❞

❝ i've never fell in love, i saved those feelings for you. ❞

❝ so let's do all the stupid shit that young kids do. ❞

❝ no, i've never really been the smartest, yeah i've made my mistakes. ❞

❝ you were there when times were at their darkest, always showing me the way, lead the way. ❞

❝ your love seems to cut me deep, the sharpest, you'll always have a part of me. ❞

❝ losing you has always been the hardest. ❞

❝ i wish it were the old days. ❞

❝ you made me feel so unwanted. ❞

❝ you say you've changed and you're sorry but i don't wanna know. ❞

❝ so give me something i can hold, that i can trust and call my own and won't run out and leave me cold. ❞

❝ give me something that won't tell me lies, won't leave me hanging out to dry, won't fuck me over make me cry. ❞

❝ save your love and buy me diamonds. ❞

❝ you know that you can't live without me. ❞

❝ got caught in the game that you play with my mind. ❞

❝ you tried to take my light, took me so long to find it. ❞

❝ i'm moving on tonight, moving on with my life. ❞

❝ it's electric when my lipstick makes its own way right into your kiss. ❞

❝ it's pathetic how we both get kinda fucked up hanging on each other. ❞

❝ 'cause I'm getting some kind of shake without you. ❞

❝ i think you're movin' in too close but i think that it's my body wanting it the most like uh-huh ! ❞

❝ i don't know what it is i feel but i know it's my emotions going in for the kill. ❞

❝ it's electric how symmetric we both get when you lay beside me. ❞

❝ it's phonetic, how our mouths grip, almost too tight, to the words we're sayin'. ❞

❝ it's rare when the panic in my mind feels so damn good. ❞

❝ i know you say you know me, know me well but these days i don't even know myself. ❞

❝ i always thought i'd be with someone else, i thought i would own the way i felt. ❞

❝ i call you but you never even answer. ❞

❝ i tell myself I'm done with wicked games but then i get so numb with all the laughter that i forget about the pain. ❞

❝ you stress me out, you kill me, you drag me down, you fuck me up. ❞

❝ we're on the ground, we're screaming, i don't know how to make it stop. ❞

❝ i love it, i hate it, and i can't take it but i keep on coming back to you. ❞

❝ my friends they give me bad advice, like move on, get you out my mind, but don't you think i haven't even tried. ❞

❝ you got me cornered and my hands are tied. ❞

❝ you got me so addicted to the drama. ❞

❝ and i guess you'll never know all the bullshit that you put me through. ❞

❝ so you can cut me up and kiss me harder, you can be the pill to ease the pain. ❞

❝ 'cause i know i'm addicted to your drama, baby, here we go again. ❞

❝ i just keep on coming back to you. ❞

❝ talkin' in my sleep at night, makin' myself crazy. ❞

❝ wrote it down and read it out, hopin' it would save me. ❞

❝ my love, he makes me feel like nobody else. ❞

❝ but my love, he doesn't love me. ❞

❝ don't pick up the phone, you know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone. ❞

❝ don't let him in, you'll have to kick him out again. ❞

❝ don't be his friend, you know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning. ❞

❝ and if you're under him, you ain't getting over him. ❞

❝ i got new rules, i count 'em. ❞

❝ i keep pushin' forwards, but he keeps pullin' me backwards. ❞

❝ now i'm standing back from it, i finally see the pattern. ❞

❝ practice makes perfect, i'm still tryna' learn it by heart. ❞

❝ eat, sleep, and breathe it, rehearse and repeat it. ❞

❝ don't let him in, don't be his friend, you gettin' over him. ❞

#ask meme #rp meme #rpc #rph #sentence meme #those are the songs i have been listening to for the past week non stop #and there are so much more i wanted to add

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ralphspina-blog1 · 7 years ago

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Beatles songs for Band of Brothers characters

AND HERE IS PART THREE OF MY TOTALLY UNPLANNED BUT AWESOME (i hope) HBO WAR PLAYLIST TRILOGY! It’s going behind a read more because it’s insanely long, and I do apologise to anyone who doesn’t have their fav on here, but the cast size and the discography scope could’ve combined to have me doing this forever. I had to throw down some limits. Thank you for coming on this wild ride with me! Or if you’ve just tuned in, welcome, and I hope you enjoy <3

Dick Winters: Hey Jude // And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain / Don't carry the world upon your shoulders / For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool / By making his world a little colder / So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin / You're waiting for someone to perform with / And don't you know that it's just you? / Hey Jude, you'll do / The movement you need is on your shoulder

Lewis Nixon: Baby, You’re a Rich Man // How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people? / Now that you know who you are, what do you want to be? / And have you traveled very far? / Far as the eye can see / Tuned to a natural E / Happy to be that way / Now that you've found another key, what are you going to play?

Harry Welsh: All My Loving // Close your eyes and I'll kiss you / Tomorrow I'll miss you / Remember I'll always be true / And then while I'm away, I'll write home every day / And I'll send all my loving to you / I'll pretend that I'm kissing the lips I am missing / And hope that my dreams will come true / And then while I'm away, I'll write home every day / And I'll send all my loving to you

Ron Speirs: The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill // He went out tiger hunting with his elephant and gun / In case of accidents, he always took his mom / He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son / Deep in the jungle where the mighty tiger lies / Bill and his elephants were taken by surprise / So Captain Marvel zapped in right between the eyes / The children asked him if to kill was not a sin / Not when he looked so fierce, his mother butted in / If looks could kill it would have been us instead of him

Carwood Lipton: While My Guitar Gently Weeps // I look at the world and I notice it's turning / While my guitar gently weeps / With every mistake, we must surely be learning / Still my guitar gently weeps / I don't know how nobody told you how to unfold your love / I don't know how someone controlled you / They bought and sold you / I look at you all / I see the love there that's sleeping / While my guitar gently weeps

Donald Malarkey: With a Little Help From My Friends // What do I do when my love is away / (Does it worry you to be alone?) / How do I feel by the end of the day / (Are you sad because you're on your own?) / Would you believe in a love at first sight? / Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time / What do you see when you turn out the light? / I can't tell you, but I know it's mine / I’ll get by with a little help from my friends

Bill Guarnere: Getting Better // Me used to be angry young man / Me hiding me head in the sand / You gave me the word, I finally heard / I'm doing the best that I can / Man, I was mean, but I'm changing my scene / And I'm doing the best that I can / I've got to admit, it's getting better / A little better all the time/ Can’t get no worse

George Luz: Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band // It was twenty years ago today / Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play / They've been going in and out of style / But they're guaranteed to raise a smile / So may I introduce to you / The act you've known for all these years / Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band / It's wonderful to be here / It's certainly a thrill / You're such a lovely audience / We'd like to take you home with us / We'd love to take you home

Joe Liebgott: Hey Bulldog // Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles / What makes you think you're something special when you smile? / Childlike, no one understands / Jackknife in your sweaty hands / Some kind of innocence is measured out in years / You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears / Some kind of solitude is measured out in you / You think you know me, but you haven't got a clue

Buck Compton: Yesterday // Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away / Now it looks as though they're here to stay / Oh, I believe in yesterday / Suddenly I'm not half the man I used to be / There's a shadow hanging over me / Oh, yesterday came suddenly / Yesterday love was such an easy game to play / Now I need a place to hide away

Skip Muck & Alex Penkala: Two of us // Two of us riding nowhere / Spending someone's hard earned pay / Two of us Sunday driving / Not arriving / On our way back home / Two of us sending postcards / Writing letters on my wall / You and me burning matches / Lifting latches / On our way back home / You and I have memories longer than the road that stretches out ahead

Eugene Roe: Dear Prudence // Dear Prudence, open up your eyes / Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies / The wind is low, the birds will sing that you are part of everything / Dear Prudence, won't you open up your eyes? / Dear Prudence, let me see you smile / Dear Prudence, like a little child / The clouds will be a daisy chain / So let me see you smile again

Babe Heffron: Help! // When I was younger, so much younger than today / I never needed anybody's help in any way / But now these days are gone, and I'm not so self assured / And now I find I've changed my mind, I've opened up the doors / And now my life has changed in oh so many ways / My independence seems to vanish in the haze / But ev'ry now and then I feel so insecure / I know that I just need you like I've never done before

Joe Toye: Helter Skelter // When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide / Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride / ‘Til I get to the bottom and I see you again / Do you, don't you want me to love you? / I'm coming down fast but I'm miles above you / Will you, won't you want me to make you? / I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you / Tell me, tell me / Tell me the answer / You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

Frank Perconte: Old Brown Shoe // If I grow up I'll be a singer / Wearing rings on every finger/ Not worrying what they or you say / I'll live and love and maybe someday / Who knows, baby, you may comfort me / I may appear to be imperfect / My love is something you can't reject / I'm changing faster than the weather / If you and me should get together / Who knows, baby, you may comfort me

Floyd Talbert: One after 909 // My baby said she's trav'ling on the one after 909 / I said move over honey I'm traveling on that line / I said move over once, move over twice / Come on baby don't be cold as ice / Said she's trav'ling on the one after 909 / I got my bag, run to the station / Railman says you've got the the wrong location / I got my bag, run right home / Then I find I've got the number wrong

Charles Grant: Any Time At All // If you're feeling sorry and sad, I'd really sympathize / If the sun has faded away, I'll try to make it shine / There's nothing I won't do / If you need a shoulder to cry on, I hope it will be mine / Call me tonight, and I'll come to you / Any time at all, all you've gotta do is call and I'll be there

Bull Randleman: Fixing a Hole // I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in / And stops my mind from wandering / Where it will go / I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door / And kept my mind from wandering / Where it will go / And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong / I'm right where I belong I'm right / Where I belong / I'm taking the time for a number of things that weren't important yesterday

Johnny Martin: Good Morning, Good Morning // Going to work, don't want to go, feeling low down / Heading for home, you start to roam, then you're in town / Everybody knows there's nothing doing / Everything is closed, it's like a ruin / Everyone you see is half asleep / And you're on your own, you're in the street / Good morning, good morning / Nothing has changed, it's still the same / I've got nothing to say but it's okay / Good morning, good morning

David Webster: We Can Work it Out // Think of what you're saying / You can get it wrong and still you think that it's alright / Think of what I'm saying / We can work it out and get it straight, or say good night / Try to see it my way / Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong / While you see it your way / There's a chance that we may fall apart before too long / We can work it out

Shifty Powers: All You Need is Love // There’s nothing you can make that can't be made / No one you can save that can't be saved / Nothing you can do, but you can learn how to be you in time / It's easy / Nothing you can know that isn't known / Nothing you can see that isn't shown / Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be / It's easy/ All you need is love

Skinny Sisk: Boys // I been told when a boy kiss a girl / Take a trip around the world / My girl says when I kiss her lips / Gets a thrill through her fingertips / Yeah, she say ya do / Well, I’m talking about boys / Don’t you know I mean boys / What a bundle of joy!

Renee Lemaire: Eleanor Rigby // Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name / Nobody came / Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave / No one was saved / All the lonely people / Where do they all come from? / All the lonely people / Where do they all belong?

Ralph Spina: When I’m Sixty-Four // I could be handy, mending a fuse when your lights have gone / You can knit a sweater by the fireside / Sunday mornings, go for a ride / Doing the garden, digging the weeds / Who could ask for more / Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?

Albert Blithe: Blackbird // Blackbird singing in the dead of night / Take these broken wings and learn to fly / All your life / You were only waiting for this moment to arise / Blackbird singing in the dead of night / Take these sunken eyes and learn to see / All your life / You were only waiting for this moment to be free / Blackbird fly, blackbird fly / Into the light of the dark black night

John Janovec: A Day In the Life // I read the news today, oh boy / About a lucky man who made the grade / And though the news was rather sad / Well, I just had to laugh / I saw the photograph / I saw a film today, oh boy / The English army had just won the war / A crowd of people turned away / But I just had to look, having read the book

Herbert Sobel: I’m Looking Through You // I'm looking through you, where did you go? / I thought I knew you / What did I know? / You don't look different, but you have changed / I'm looking through you / You're not the same / You're thinking of me the same old way / You were above me, but not today / The only difference is you're down there / I'm looking through you, and you’re nowhere

Norman Dike: Nowhere Man // He’s a real nowhere man / Living in his nowhere land / Making all his nowhere plans for nobody / Doesn’t have a point of view / Knows not where he’s going to / Isn’t he a bit like you and me? / Nowhere Man, don’t worry / Take your time, don’t hurry / Leave it all ‘til somebody else lends you a hand

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