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photolover82 · 3 years ago

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The Masked Singer Season 6 Episode 1 Recap: Group A Premiere Baby!! (Commentary & Guesses)

Hello everybody and welcome or welcome back to Ana's Masked Singer recap, where I, Ana, recap every single episode of The Masked Singer. The time we have been waiting for is here, the season 6 premiere (ooh that rhymes)! If you don't know how these recaps work, pretty much I talk about the reveals first (major spoiler alert by the way ⚠️) and then get into the remaining contestants, what I thought about their performances, guesses to who I think it could be with the clues to back it up the best I can. Anyways, having said that, let's get started with the 1st recap of season 6 (which is covering the Wednesday episode, Thursday's will be covered separately):

In this episode, Group A performed which consisted of Bull 🐂, Skunk 🦨, Octopus 🐙, Pufferfish 🐡, and Mother Nature 🌬 and 2 of them were eliminated, but only one was revealed this episode, damn cliffhangers, and that mask was:

Octopus 🐙

Performance Commentary: I was honestly so sad to see him go this early in the season, because I really enjoyed his performance of Tutti Frutti by Little Richard. He probably wasn't the most technical singer but for (spoiler) a non singer he did pretty great! I would buy his album.

Having said that, he was revealed to be:

*FIRST DRUMROLL OF THE SEASON PLEASE*

🏀Dwight Howard 🏀

Ok I kinda figured it out even though I don't know anything about the sports world... But he is one of the few names I do know in the NBA (my dad's a huge sports guy and I might have seen a meme of him falling so that too). Anyways, can I for one second, point out how tall this guy is?! He makes Nick Cannon look tiny…and Nick is 6 feet! It was so funny… I also was surprised at how funny he was… but yeah Clues, here are some you might have missed or gotten idk:

Survived a hard core fall= yup like he legit fell and hurt himself, which really hurt his game & probably his career

Gold phone= won the 2019-2020 championship with the Lakers

Magic playing card= eight seasons he played for Orlando Magic

Also, I gotta note that Ken got it right and is in the lead for the Golden Ear and that shocked me more.

Next, this mask was also eliminated, but wasn't revealed until episode 2, so I'm just gonna talk about the performance and that was:

Mother Nature 🌬

Performance Commentary: I'm not going to say I didn't see this coming, because her performance of I'm Coming Out by Diana Ross was the weakest one vocally of the night. However I still enjoyed her as a performer/entertainer and that costume is unreal like wow it reminds me of Te Fiti from Moana (look it up if you don’t know what I am talking about)

Anyways, let's get into the remaining 3 and my guesses for them *

*I just want to preface that I knew I wasn't going to have time to do this recap in between the 2 episodes, so I wrote my guess for this one mask down before they were revealed

1. Skunk 🦨

Performance Commentary: The beginning was super cool and so well staged, kudos to the producers on that one, but I was pretty underwhelmed with her performance of Diamonds by Sam Smith. Like, that's a great song, but I don't feel it suits her voice & range of what she's capable of doing. All in all, it was ok, nothing wowing about it, even though I do think her voice is very strong.

As for my guess, I think Shunk is:

Faith Evans

Ok, so this was a guess I got thanks to Twitter, voice matched it, and I am sold honestly… idk who Faith was until now, she was married to Notorious B.I.G, but that’s all I know. Anyways, let’s dive into those clues, shall we:

She was on a train to Seoul, South Korea= Soul Train! = she was honored with a lifetime achievement award in 2018 by Soul Train

Duality/yin and yang of the Skunk= she has a song that references Ying Yang in the lyrics called Goin’ Out

Her connection to Elvis= she devoted a song to her late husband Biggie called “The King & I” and Elvis is the king of rock and roll

2. Pufferfish 🐡

Performance Commentary: She sang Say So by Doja Cat, which I mostly know the entire song due to Tik Tok, so I hope people also use her version because it’s super solid. When I was watching at first, I was thrown off by the rapping, but now watching it back, I embraced it. It wasn’t the best rapping ever but it was dope ngl seeing a woman like that also kill a rap. I really enjoyed tbh more than I did the first time when I thought her voice wasn’t really at its full potential.

My guess for the Pufferfish is:

Toni Braxton

After voice matching Pufferfish with Toni, the voice is uncanny! But you need some clues baby boos so here we go:

Voice stands out, she was different, tried to blend in= no like seriously, because everyone knew it was her because Toni has a super distinct voice no one else has

Disco ball= home girl performed on season 7 of Dancing with the Stars, get it disco ball, mirror ball like the trophy they win

Guitarra= she has a hit song called Spanish Guitar, and guitar in Spanish is you guessed it Guitarra

3. Bull 🐂

Performance Commentary: He sang Drops of Jupiter by Train, and wow HE GOT VOCALS FOR DAYSSS (what he ain’t is shy so stop lying my guy). He is absolutely my favorite of the night, his voice is absolute butter, raspy butter… yes I did just say that but you know what I mean (if you don’t, it’s those nice raspy voices that are so smooth like butter). You could tell he is used to performing and singing, because wow that performance was absolutely fantastic.

Even though he was amazing, he was also super easy to guess because from the first damn note (actually from the first damn sneak peak preview they gave us of him singing), I knew who this was:

Todrick Hall (finally those hours watching YouTube as a teen are paying off lol)

Before I even get to the clues, just so you guys know, I have been watching Todrick since like 2014 on YouTube and I know his voice and his mannerisms and how he performs and that Bull ticks all the boxes… I don’t even need clues but to show you my point in the form of evidence, lemme back myself up with these sweet, sweet clues (side note: I could even hear his voice through the modulation, which was crazy):

Grew up in a small town filled with cows= yes sir, he grew up in Plainview, Texas which is a small farming town with less than 25,000 people living there (and I am sure when he lived there it was smaller than that) and filled with cows which at first I thought was a metaphor but looking into it I find out Plainview has the largest beef processing plant in the country… hence cows lol

Heard no again and again and again= reference to how he was on American Idol and then lost the show

Didn’t give up, became his own boss= that American Idol loss got him to start YouTube hence being his own boss

Hollywood and Forbes took notice= he has appeared in the 30 under 30 successful people list by Forbes in 2014

Astronaut aka Hunter Hayes= he covered Invisible by Hunter Hayes on his YouTube channel (which is my absolute favorite Hunter Hayes song so you go Todrick… but that video was actually recently sent to private so you kinda can’t see it… also that was a bit sus)

Anyways, that’s it my friends! Sorry it took so long, have had a lot on my plate with school, work, and just life you know? Anyways, I will try to get episode 2 up tomorrow, but expect it before Wednesday for sure 🤞🏼… Anyways, bye guys! Follow me for more Masked Singer goodness, give this beautiful blog a like if you enjoyed reading it, and comment below your guesses, do you agree with me? Did I convince you? Bye y’all!! 👋🏼

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kid-in-the-back-of-class · 4 years ago

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Sideways story chapter one (rewrite)

Nico/Leo

Nico and Leo we’re sitting on the deck of the Argo ll, Nico had gotten back from Tartarus not too long ago. Nico liked the silence and peace, though he hated the ocean. Leo looked uncomfortable with the quiet.

“You look a lot less like a skeleton” Leo blurted trying to make conversion

“That may not be for very long” Nico responded quietly, everyone knew that they were running low on supplies and they didn’t have any money to buy food with. “I may have an idea to fix that problem” Nico added as walked over to Leo who was at the controls of the ship.

“Could you set us down here down there” he requested as he pointed at the digital map

“Um sure but what’s your idea” Leo asked, sounding worried, Leo always seemed uneasy around Nico. Nico thought that Leo probably would have preferred leaving him to die in that jar.

“You’ll have to find out when we’re down there” Nico retorted

”You want me to come with you?” he asked surprised, seeing that Nico hadn’t been vary warm in return.

“You’re the only one here that I can trust to keep a secret” nico responded in a monotone and went down into the ship to get what they’d need.

On his way he saw Frank Nico had been there when he came to camp Jupiter, Octavian had welcomed him into the Court with open arms. Nico wouldn’t confide if anyone but he missed the pale preacher.

“Frank I need you posted on the deck, he and Leo are going into town to get supplies” nico ordered,

“Yes sir” Frank said out of habit, Nico had been his officer in Rome. “But um Jason said we’ll have enough food to get us to Greece”

“Mr grace has said a lot of things and I believe you’d smart enough not to believe them”

Frank looked uncomfortable, probably thinking about how Jason was a praetor so should be on change of them.

Nico continued to his ‘room’ but he slept in the crows nest, he just kept things that needed to be dry in here.

Then he went to his “closet” that was still filled with thing that used to be stored in here. He pulled out two large duffel bags, and two scarves and started for the door.

“Oh I almost forgot,” he said to himself.

Then he reached into the shadows of the room and pulled out a small revolver that his papá got him to defend himself. He strapped it to his belt and went above deck

“Nico! we’ve landed where are we going?” Leo said in his usual enthusiastic voice

“I don’t know yet but it has to be some place small” nico reposed

“Well let’s go then” Leo said cheerily

The two walked from the deck of the ship to a dock, the wood was old and wood. Leo looked a bit hesitant to step on them. It led to the town which was pretty small, be it was beautiful with old Italian architecture. Nico went on and Leo followed.

“Do you think they speak English?” Leo asked

“We’re in Italy so they probably speak Italian”nico spoke.

“Do you know Italian?” Leo asked, sounding like he expected a no.

“Of course I do” nico said slightly annoyed

“Where did you learn Italian” Leo asked disbelieving

Nico did not respond just walked off to the town a little faster and Leo followed after

“What’s all that stuff for” Leo asked about the bags and scarves

“Do you ever stop asking questions” nico snapped

“Nope” Leo said but said nothing more

The two got to a small convenience store nico looked in side seeing that there were seemingly only three people inside nico went into a alleyway beside it

“Put this on” nico said handing Leo the brown scarf

“What for” Leo asked

“To cover your face” nico said in a monotone

“Why do we need to cover our faces” Leo asked

“That’s not important just take these and get as much food as you can” nico said as he handed him the two duffel bags

Then Nico started forthe door of the store. He upholstered his revolver and pushed the door open

“Tutti a terra questa è una rapina” nico shouted in Italian

The three people in the store quickly got on the ground

“Nico what the fuck!” Leo shouted

“Go get the stuff I got this covered” nico said in a dangerous tone

Leo didn’t respond but moved to get thing’s for the ship. Nico started for the counter.

“Tu, svuota il registro adesso” nico said in Italian

The cashier quickly moved to the register and got all the money out then put it in a small paper bag.

“Ci prendilo” the cashier said terrified

Nico grabbed the bag then started to walk towards where he thought Leo was, as he was walking a person from behind tackled him to the ground. Nico put all of his weight into pushing off his attacker, the man fell to the ground and looked up at Nico terrified. In a rage Nico grabbed his rollover off his belt and shot him in the stomach.

“Mister Valdez we have to go now” Nico yelled as Leo turned a corner to see him, with the dying man before him.

“My gods Nico what did you do?” Leo asked horrified.

“We have to go now” Nico said as he grabbed Leo who was still frozen in shock and pulled him through the door. The two went through the alleyways for a minute or so.

“He have to hide or the police will find us” nico said as he look at a dumpster

“In here” he said as he pushed the lid open and pushed Leo inside, Leo fell in with a thud. Nico went in after him.

“Nico what the fuck was that” Leo said he’s voice shaking.

“We have be very quiet or they’ll find us” nico said in a monotone.

Leo moved to the corner of the dumpster and looked away from him. He didn’t say another word for the next hour.

The hour was long with nothing to do but wait, Nico thought about what he’d just done. He was a monster, he was dangerous. He should have died in the depths of Tartarus.

Nico cleared his mind of the swimming thoughts “I think the coast should be clear,” He said at last but Leo didn’t respond. Looking over, Nico saw that Leo had fallen asleep.

Nico not wanting to wake him and start trouble, he just opened the lid of the dumpster and carried Leo out.as Nico carried Leo through the alleys to the ship he noticed that Leo was extremely thin, a fact that was usually hidden by the baggie shirts that he always wore. As the two walked through the alleys Leo woke.

“Nico, why are you carrying me?” Leo asked, not remembering immediately what happened before.

Nico put Leo down and gave him one of the bags.

“You fell asleep in the dumpster” nico said

Leo stopped

“ Leo we have to keep moving we could still get caught” nico stressed.

“You shot him” Leo said in a shaky voice

“Leo please,” he begged not wanting to think about it.

“Why?” Leo asked

“We have to keep going” Nico said and started off quickly.

(There’s more on my ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/25012276/chapters/60773722#workskin link to chapter two:)

#percy jackon and the olympians #nico di angelo #nico #fanfic #fiction #Leo #leo valdez #leo x nico #nico x leo #valdangelo #the heroes of olympus #hoo #pjo #fis #percy jackson fanfiction

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the-conglomerate · 4 years ago

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Need me sm eldrich Gio, Sfw/nsfw don’t care, u learning bout it, tentacles (classic), dream sex, u blindfolded cause looking at him in his non human form could drive you mad u feel too many mouths too many hands u can’t tell which ways up ny more, him whispering to u in The Old Tounges and while yes u get a headache if he overdos it with the right balance u get this spike of fear tinted arousal, ur squishy human brain knows it shouldn’t be hearing this

Okay, so this isn’t COMPLETELY what you wanted, but it’s something that’s been in my drafts for a while that I’ve shared with the discord previously.

Cici one of the clones owned by @yankyo

Fic by @pastelnacht

SFW

The Test

On principle, the Dons were not really fond of tests of character. They believed above all else that actions spoke louder than words. They trusted you to say how you felt, to come to them during any time of need, to be honest with them no matter what the situation. Yes, they believed in you... mostly.

Gio was the hardest to fully trust you. Yes, Scarabee’s alligator let them know how deeply you loved and cared for them but there was something that was yet to be uncovered. You knew they were demons. You knew that they were immortal, cursed, aligned with powers beyond what your human brain could fully comprehend.

And that was the problem- you could not comprehend the scope of what being with them actually meant. Gio sat in his office, talking to the corner of the room where a figure moved slightly.

“Gli altri saranno furiosi se lo scopriranno.” the figure said, it’s voice distorted and echoing.

“Sono disposto a correre questo rischio.” Gio replied firmly. Yes, the others would not be happy about this but they would also never be able to understand. They had been humans before, they knew what they were. The other Dons had grown so fond of you, yet had been hiding so much of themselves for your sake. Gio knew that they were terrified of pushing too hard, showing you what lies beyond their forms.

Gio wasn’t human. Without you understanding that, your love meant nothing. You may have cared now, with their human forms and power and money, but what happens when you see them stripped of that?

“Non lo farai da solo?” The figure pressed on and Gio shook his head. “Codardo.”

“Non dimenticare a chi ti stai rivolgendo. Ti bandirò se necessario.” Gio hissed back. But he knew they were right, Gio was a coward. He could not do it himself, not to you. The figure just shrugged and stepped out of the shadows. They were now the same height as you, their face currently younger looking than the Dons’, dressed in the same suit. Their hair flowed behind them, slicked back, and their eyes were rounder, seemingly glowing yellow in the dark.

The other Dons’ had not spoken much to his Cici, and for good reason. Gio was fully aware of how unnerving they were, which only made sense. After all, Cici was the part of him that was most comfortable with being a demon. Cici was fully aware of who and what they were and they didn’t care, and that was scary to those who had been human before. Thousands of years without humanity packed into one clone, and it showed. Had anyone besides Gio been in the room, the air would have shifted, become colder, but Cici was part of Gio and so their effect on the world had no effect on him.

Cici said no more words as they exited the room, leaving Gio to do nothing but wait.

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It was late when you entered the shower, having had a long day with Bajo playing in the dirt of his garden. Your shower was quick, too tired to indulge very much. You wanted to simply wash off the dirt and sweat and crash in bed. Perhaps you’d just sleep in your own room tonight. As much as you loved the boys, they could move around too much, or snore, or wake you by wanting sex. Most nights you didn’t mind, but after today you were beat and just wanted to go to sleep.

You stepped out of the bathroom, clad only in a towel and were about to make your way to your room when you turned and gasped, nearly jumping out of your skin. A figure appeared in front of you, much closer than you would have liked at the moment. Their eyes were level with yours, glowing brightly and their smile was wide and sharp. Goosebumps appeared on your skin, and unease filled you. Though you had just got out of the shower, you were starting to feel cold under their gaze.

“C... cici?” you asked, and they just continued to smile at you. You had not met Cici, well, this Cici at least. This Cici belonged to Gio, you could tell by the suit. Out of all the clones, this one was the very last to make an appearance to you. Gio had always been hesitant about letting his clone come out and meet you, and you never pushed or asked why. But now, with Cici right in front of your face and staring at you, you had an idea why. “Did... did you need to use the bathroom?” you asked, feeling stupid for your question.

They just stared at you more, their grin never moving. Your shoulders were shaking, when had they started shaking? The longer you looked into their eyes the more unnerved you became.

“Can I... help you?” you gulped, voice cracking. Why was your voice cracking? It was just Cici, it was just part of Gio! What reason did you have to be afraid?! Glowing eyes bore deep into yours and you felt as if the whole world was crumbling around you. Staring at them, you felt like you could see something your brain couldn’t possibly comprehend. There was darkness in those glowing eyes, and that darkness was waiting to consume you.

“Are you afraid?” They asked, the voice they carried seemed to echo in a million languages in your head.

“N.. no.” you lied. Their grin vanished. You blinked and their face changed.

You screamed.

Their face was beyond description, but in those two seconds that you saw what they had become you felt your whole world shatter. You knew they weren’t human, you knew that Gio was the least human of all, but now it clicked. What Cici had shown you was beyond humanity, beyond anything you’d see in a horror or sci-fi movie. In two seconds, Cici had shown you what the others had tried to protect you from, what they had tried to warn you about.

Tears streamed down your face and you were shaking hard. You felt sick, you felt horrified, you tried to grasp hard onto what you had just seen and let it go at the same time.

“Are you afraid now?” They asked again, their expression more neutral but the air around them unchanging.

You fell to your knees in front of them, shaking hard and unmoving. Cici sighed, they expected this much. They looked at you with pity, thinking of how fragile you were and how stupid it was of the Don’s to have gotten involved with yet another human. They would help though, they’d send Wasp, Ren, and Jay to start packing up your things. They doubted you’d even say goodbye, leaving Gio to explain what had happened. You’d be shell-shocked for days, most likely.

“Yes.”

They raised an eyebrow looking down at you, now that was unexpected. You could still talk after seeing just a fraction of their True Form? Their surprise grew as you reached out, the towel going slack on your back as you grasped onto their pant leg.

“I’m... I’m scared.” your voice was so weak, so fragile, and yet stronger than Cici had ever heard from a human. To admit your fear.... It was something to be admired.

“I’m scared. I’m t-terrified.” you gasped through shaking breaths. “But... Ci... Cici... please don’t go.”

They sank to their knees immediately and tilted your head up. Their face had settled on a defaut of theirs, a softer and younger looking version of Gio’s form. “Keep talking.” they said, their eyes softer now as they met yours.

“I’m sca-scared but I don’t wanna... I don’t wanna lose you all!” you cried, grasping at their arm. “I know... I know why you did this. But please don’t- please don’t send me away!!” You were ugly crying, your face covered with tears and snot and still Cici pulled you into their arms tightly. You collapsed into them, crying harder than you’ve cried in years, the whole time Cici held you and rubbed your back. This wasn't what they were expecting at all, they expected you to want to leave immediately, to abandon them the way so many of the others had in the past.

They hold you until you’re quiet and they kiss your forehead softly, removing the face you had just seen from memory. You would remember that you had seen something, but to burden you with the memory was more than any human could take. Besides, you had proved yourself more than strong enough without the chance of nightmares for the rest of your life.

“We will not send you away, il mio amore più caro.” they whispered as you relaxed in their arms, without the memory of what you had seen, you were becoming calmer now. They picked you up in their arms and carried you back into your room, holding you until you fell asleep. Cici ordered Wasp to stand guard and make sure no one bothered you that night, and had Jay sleep next to you. In the morning he was sure that the news would break of what Gio had asked of them but for now you deserved rest.

Gio had heard the scream, and though every instinct had told him to run to you he stopped himself. He paced around his office, the tips of his hair swapping faster than Chameleons’ as worry, anger, and a million other emotions ran through his head.

When Cici entered, Gios’ head snapped in their direction and he opened his mouth before Cici held up a hand.

“è passata.” they said, and Gio walked to his desk and collapsed in his chair, feeling dizzy from Cici’s words. You had really passed....? You saw what they really were and... didn’t run away?

Cici walked up to the desk, a fire in their eyes that Gio had never seen before. Cici looked... angry?

“Se le farai del male, farò soffrire tutti.” Cici hissed. Though their mouth said it in Italian, the words passed through Gio’s ear in a dead language that only he knew. The first language, the one that he made for himself before humanity even started. Cici was serious, more serious than they had been in a millenia. Gio could only nod in agreement, this was too far. He knew that he would already be punished by the others but that was fine. Cici however, was the one that could ever truly scare him with a punishment. After all, who could punish Gio better than himself?

Happy with the response, Cici vanished back into the shadows leaving Gio alone once again. Tears formed in his eyes, a mixture of happiness and relief. Tomorrow he would worship you, give you the world and more if you asked for it. No, that wasn’t enough. He’d worship you the next week, the next month, the next century if you’d allow it. Scarabee had his God, but Gio? Gio had you now, and he would devote himself a million times over if it meant that you’d continue to stay by his side.

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andaleduardo · 5 years ago

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Rooftop N.13

Ao3 N.12

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Preview: “Do you regret what you did?”

Does he?

No, Eddie didn’t regret pulling Richie back in. He regretted giving in to his overwhelming fear, pushing him away and telling him to leave.

Saturday 29.05.1993

Richie took a look around the small balcony in the back of Mike’s barn while Eddie finished climbing the last steps of the unstable ladder. He was tempted to bend down and touch the floor just to make sure it wasn’t shaking, that it was only himself who was. But instead, he took a deep breath and turned around just in time to see Eddie bang his head on the wooden frame of the passage way.

Richie gasped in shock while Eddie cursed under his breath and lifted both hands to his forehead. Once Richie saw that no damage was done, he had to bite down on his lip to keep himself from laughing.

“Shit. You okay?” He decided against coming closer.

“I’m fine.” Eddie dropped his hands and avoided eye contact while folding both arms around his mid-section. “I’m sure you want to joke about all of this, anyway.” He nodded towards the space.

“Not at all.” In a regular situation, he supposed he would have teased Eddie for going through the trouble of being alone with him up here, where the air felt colder yet welcoming and the noise from the party diminished slightly. But nothing about this situation seemed common, so Richie shot him a quick, reassuring smile and offered a shrug. “I suppose… we’re here to talk?” He cursed the wavering tone of his voice.

It sounded like a question but it wasn’t one, Eddie noticed. He shivered at the thought of actually trying to explain himself. In his head, he had played around with the possibility of a pre-made speech, but he figured that this was the only time in his life where he might want to be as see-through as possible, and that meant being unprepared. So, here he was, unsure of what to do next.

With a helpless sigh, Eddie ducked his head down in defeat.

For a brief moment, Richie watched him study his shoes and play with his sweaty hands. He still wanted to hold them tightly, especially now. Watching Eddie struggle was painful and Richie wanted to end his friend’s embarrassment, he just didn’t know how. At last, he thought he should look away and give Eddie some space. He didn’t want to seem demanding or expectant, so he sat down at the edge of balcony and let his legs hang in the air.

Eddie stared at the back of Richie’s head. Once more, Richie just proved himself to be a great friend. Eddie could only think of how much he deserved to know that. But things worked differently for Eddie Kaspbrak: he had an infinity of things to tell people, yet, he bottled them down, one after another. Inevitably, he would explode one day and say horrible things to the people he loved most. That’s what his life is about, a constant cycle of repressed emotions, thoughts and energy.

It was in that instant that some courage grew inside him. If he couldn’t talk about the things he wanted, maybe he could try and explain that as a starting point.

With one last deep breath, Eddie let his arms drop to his sides and started to talk to the back of Richie’s head. “That’s the thing-” He cut his line of thought, deciding to first sit down by Richie’s side, leaving a small distance between them. Then, he kept going.

“I have a lot of things to talk about, but I… never do.” Richie’s attentive gaze burned holes on the side of his face, making his cheeks burn up from the attention. He had to push through.

“And I want to, like, a lot. I think I’d feel a lot better if I just, said things… But no matter how much I try, the only audience I get is myself.” Without realizing, Eddie tossed his head back to stare up at the dark sky. “And I’m so sick of hearing it. Hearing all the things I have to say, Rich. I say them constantly, you know? I scream them all the time, I obsess over every little thing I need to say to someone, but nothing ever goes further than my skull. I go crazy with it, too. I can pretend nothing’s there if I’m busy, if I’m with you guys, or so. But all the things are still there, as if they could hide from everyone except me.”

Once he finished, Eddie sighed shakily and looked down to his lap.

It was a lot to take in. Richie couldn’t properly make out what to say, which was a lot on its own. A lot of different responses crossed his mind, but in the end, he empathized with what Eddie said, a whole lot. So, his words filled the silence in a soft, caring way.

“I think I know what you mean.”

To his surprise, Eddie shrugged. As if he didn’t quite believe him but, at the same time, that didn’t affect him. It was, in fact, upsetting. But it’s not like he could expect anyone to get it, not even the person he wished would get it the most.

“No, really.” Richie insisted. “Okay, I know I talk a lot, believe me. But I only ever say the wrong things, you know?” And to prove his point, Richie wasn’t sure if he said something he shouldn’t, but he didn’t fail to see Eddie’s expression fall.

“Did you say the wrong thing on Monday?” The words escaped Eddie’s lips before he had a chance to think them through. Clearly, a mistake that had him flinching in shame.

“It’s okay, you can ask me anything.” Richie’s spoke carefully, voice coated in lightness. They cut right through Eddie’s self-doubt, making the boy shyly nod in acceptance. Richie took some time to ponder his answer.

“I didn’t say a single thing I had planned.” Richie ended up explaining, eyes fixed on his knees. “Everything sort of went the wrong way, I regret not telling you what I had to tell.”

Eddie stayed quiet; brave enough to look at Richie, who copied his actions on instinct. They found themselves staring into each other’s eyes for the first time since they were alone. Eddie’s breath faltered at the same time as Richie’s eyelids trembled, and the moment felt so right that Eddie didn’t hesitate speaking the words that were begging to drip from his lips.

“Do you regret what you did?”

Richie seemed instantly taken aback, shaking his head as soon as he processed the question. “Nuh uh.” He stated, licking his lips anxiously. “Do you…?”

Does he?

No, Eddie didn’t regret pulling Richie back in. He regretted giving in to his overwhelming fear, pushing him away and telling him to leave.

Eddie broke eye contact. At this moment, he couldn’t speak, he couldn’t say anything, he could only choke on the hope of being able to do so. His skin boiled with shy heat and his cheeks were so warm that they could melt right off. He knew he must look beat red, but he still shook his head as an answer and kicked his embarrassment in the butt.

Richie was glad Eddie wasn’t looking at him because he did the worst job at hiding his smile, even wiping the corners of his mouth down and clicking his tongue. To top it off, his voice sounded hyper and weird like it usually does when he talks through a crooked grin. “So, what was your dinner yesterday?”

Eddie snapped his head up and stared at Richie with big, questioning eyes. “What?” He chuckled.

Richie smiled, shrugged. “Let’s make this easier. We ask each other questions, that way we give answers, not explanations.”

Eventually, Eddie understood and shook his head weakly. “You really don’t have to…”

“Oh but I wanna.” Richie clapped his hands together. “C’mon don’t keep me on the edge of my seat, Eds. I’m dying to know what your momma cooked for you last night.”

Eddie bit his lip reluctantly while searching Richie’s face for a sign that would tell him this was just a joke to him, but he found none. “You know…just cardboard meals. Also, don’t call me that.”

“Ah, yes. The delightfulness of premade mashed potatoes and frozen hamburgers,” The playfulness in Richie’s tone brought Eddie some sense of reality. No matter what, their friendship is real. “It’s your turn, Spaghetti. Do your worst, I can take it.”

Cursing the dumb nickname under his breath, Eddie got to thinking. He knew that things would escalate from then on, so he opted for light hearted questions as a start in hopes that the tension between them (or just in him) would subdue.

“Alright, uh,” Eddie looked mindlessly around until his eyes landed on Richie’s slim ankles covered by the fabric of his jeans. “What’s the colour of your socks?” He expected an immediate laugh from Richie’s part, however, the boy looked like he was ready to answer his question as if they were talking business.

“Oh you ain’t ready for this, mister.” Richie placed both hands over his kneecaps and raised both feet higher in the air. Abruptly, he buried all fingers on his jeans and pulled the fabric up. It only went as far as two inches, but Eddie was greeted with mismatched colours and patterns. One sock was purple plaid, the other was solid dark red.

“That’s dangerous.” Eddie stated with a smirk.

“You know me.” With a chuckle, Richie bent to fix the cuffs of his jeans. “My turn now.”

They went off like this for some time, asking each other stupid, pointless questions and snickering answers back. They were having fun, even though Eddie’s stomach leaped every time it was Richie’s turn. He kept expecting real questions, the ones that mattered, but each time he was delivered something light and funny. After some time, Eddie began to realise that Richie was waiting for him to ask something deeper first, he was waiting for the green light from Eddie’s part. He just had to figure out the best way to make the transition from careless to serious in their friendly interaction, but it seemed like there wasn’t any good way to do that.

That’s why, after ten minutes of swinging legs and voice impressions, Eddie introduced a short silence that made Richie’s legs stop and all laughter die down.

“Hm… Please don’t be offended,” Eddie’s voice felt weak coming out of his mouth, but in the moment, it was simultaneously deafening. “I just need to know if you drank tonight.”

Richie shook his head, hair bouncing. “Only the cheap tutti frutti juice.”

Eddie nodded. “Me too.” Then, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Not that I usually drink but... forget it.” He stopped talking when it seemed like Richie found something to say.

“I’ve asked you this before.” Richie licked his lips and studied his knuckles. “About when you get all dizzy and stuff. You said you didn’t know what it is but-”

“It’s about anxiety.” Eddie gushed out. Richie waited for him to continue. “Uh, it happens if I’ve been extra antsy for like days or weeks. I suppose it’s because I don’t sleep too well those nights, and it’s like I’m physically and emotionally tired all the time.” The words rushed out of him in a big continuous wave. “It probably doesn’t make sense.”

He expected a bigger reaction than what he got, probably with another string of questions attached, but all Richie said was

“Alright.” With a nod, and then “Your turn.”

It surprised him at first that he didn’t want to push the subject further, but it made him grateful for it at the same time. Richie could have gone for worse questions, but he gave him an easier start with something they had talked about before. Just like that, Eddie got to thinking about a good question when a sudden memory of a recent event was enough to captivate his attention. He couldn’t help it, he had to ask it.

“Remember when we played that game at Bill’s house? Last month?”

“Paranoia?” Richie wondered out loud. A second later he seemed to understand where this was going, but he acted nonchalant. “Sure, why?”

“Well,” Eddie begun. “What was the question that Bev had for you?”

“She had a lot of questions for me that day.”

“You know which one. Don’t play dumb.” Eddie pushed weekly on Richie’s shoulder with his fingers.

“Alright, alright. But just so you know,” Richie lifted both hands in surrender. “I wanted to mess with you, I would answer your name no matter what she asked me that turn.”

Taken aback by the sincerity, Eddie didn’t say anything, curious and a little angry that Richie implied it was nothing but a joke.

“But she did, in fact, ask me who I’d rather see in fishnets and I mean, I guess I didn’t lie-” Before Richie could finish, Eddie was smacking his shoulder again in the same spot, with a greater amount of force.

“You’re such an idiot, Richie, I swear. Why would you even do that just to mess with me?”

“I thought it was obvious by now.” Richie said, helpless. One of Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “I wanted you to read into it, I dunno, think about it after…” With that statement, Eddie’s cheeks turned crimson with the thought of what he did as soon as he got home after the game that day. “And something tells me it worked.” This time, Richie’s own eyebrows danced up and down.

“Fuck off, you wish.” Eddie huffed back angrily. “And go on, it’s your turn.”

“Okay,” Richie recovered easily. “Did it work? Did you think about it later?”

“Are you fucking serious?” Eddie groaned and fought against a smile at the same time. “You seem pretty eager to know that.”

“You can’t embarrass me by that, Eds. We both know that I am.”

“Okay, so, maybe it worked. Happy?”

“Very much so.” Richie said with a teasing smirk.

The lightweight energy that took over the moment settled on a weirdly serious silence that Eddie had to break, eventually.

“I don’t know what else to ask you.” He admitted, all the fire gone from his voice. “I messed up. I should be the one talking but I’m scared.”

Bending his neck down a little, Richie inquired softly. “Yeah?” Eddie nodded. “Of what?”

“I don’t know.” He ended up spitting out, restless. “I don’t fucking know, I’m such a coward.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Richie’s face turned sour. When he was about to protest, Eddie stopped him with an avalanche of bravery, mostly exhaustion.

“ You know what? I’m going to ramble and start by saying that I’m sorry, I really am. I never let you speak and I made us fight ‘cause I was so scared that you were going to ask me for space, that we’re too close. I mean I wouldn’t blame you, I kept embarrassing myself in front of you and made everything awkward so, like, I’d totally understand if you wanted me to back off.

“And I would! I swear I would but I didn’t want to lose you so I tried my best to keep you quiet that night but then everything went wrong and then you- you,”

“I kissed you?” Richie offered, dumbfounded by everything Eddie was saying.

“Yeah!, you did that.. And for a moment I thought, shit what have I been scared about, you know? But then you start crying and I felt like the worst person in the world, making my best friend cry and screaming at him. So, I had to show you that I care about you, Richie. I do, so much and I forgot for a moment that I never kissed anyone so I didn’t even know what to do but in that moment I just wanted to get you closer.

“I’m sorry if I sucked at it.., but in that moment I thought that we were fine, everything would be okay.” Pausing abruptly to catch his breath, Eddie noticed that his eyes were cloudy with tears, but he couldn’t bring himself to fight them away.

Meanwhile, Richie watched him, troubled, worried and fascinated at the same time. When he parted his lips to gently tell Eddie to breathe and calm down for a little, Eddie lifted up both hands and begged him

“Please let me do this before I start regretting it.” And all Richie did was nod frenetically. So, Eddie started off again, and this time his voice came out ragged from the knot in his throat. Despite that, Richie sat still and watched as some lonely tears rolled down Eddie’s cheeks.

“I saw the leper, Richie.” He combusted.

All the air left Richie’s lungs, as if his chest had just gotten punched.

“I heard It, too.” Eddie kept going. “I felt It touch me on the back of my neck while It said those horrible, sick things that It did when I first saw It. I hadn’t thought about that gross, decayed thing in years, Richie, years. And you know what’s fucked up? I couldn’t remember anything afterwards.” At this point, Eddie’s body was facing Richie’s. His face closer, damp, scared and begging for understanding in Richie’s caring eyes.

“I couldn’t remember it…” Eddie shook his head in disbelief as if he was talking to himself only. “Its face, its words… how can someone forget that?” Richie’s eyes lingered on Eddie’s throat as the boy gulped down on nothing. “All I knew is that I felt sick, my skin was wrong and I wanted to tear it off because the only thing that never left me was its touch. Something terribly wrong touched me, or so I believed, that’s why I had to push you away, Richie. I had.”

Richie took notice that his own vision was watery. He blinked repeatedly and opened up his arms to a devastated Eddie, just to show him that he would hold him if he let him. Not a second after, Eddie gave in, hitting Richie’s chest as he fell on the welcoming embrace. Not a second later, he heard Richie’s unused voice whispering

“I understand, Eds. It’s okay.”

The tears had stopped but Eddie’s frame insisted on trembling. After finally being able to say some of the things he wanted, his ribcage seemed big, free and so light that he would have said it was empty if it weren’t for his quick heartbeat. “I’m so sorry.” He added.

“I’m sorry, too. That you had to deal with this alone.” They drowned in the quiet (white noise from the party aside) until Eddie got his breathing back under control. Then, Richie cut in with a new observation. “Being alone on top of buildings seems to be our thing.”

Richie couldn’t see Eddie’s smile from their position, but he felt him nod. Not a second later, Eddie’s body started shaking uncontrollably and Richie’s first thought was that he was sobbing. But then, he giggled. Eddie was laughing.

“What’s so funny, mister?” He asked, surprised. Eddie tried to contain his chuckles, rolling away from Richie’s grasp with a fake serious expression.

“Nothing.” He shook his head just before breaking into a smile. “It’s just that you’re a cliché douchebag, you know that?”

“I’m a what?” Richie’s eyes turned big under his glasses, he sported a confused little smile on his lips.

“You heard me.” Eddie said enthusiastically, his eyelashes still glued together. He lifted up one hand to count the examples with his fingers. “You runaway at night to come in through my window. Stargazing. Song writing. Getting a band together. Throwing high school parties and playing. You get high, that’s bad boy cliché, too.”

Richie chuckled along with Eddie’s list, but with the next and last item, he grew conflicted.

Eddie held up one last finger “And then you give me that ‘Find yourself, speech.’” And lowered his hand to his lap.

“I don’t even know what I meant by that.” Richie admitted.

“If you don’t know, I for sure don’t, either…But I’m glad you said it, I tried my best.”

Richie looked at him fondly. “Wanna share?”

A very blushy Eddie looked back into Richie’s eyes and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “Ah, well… i-it was just a stupid, long week until I could admit that I-” He stopped abruptly, once again reminded that there were people close by. People with hearing capacities. In an act of weakness, he looked around to study the distance between them and everyone out on Mike’s lawn. He grew angrier with himself just as fast. Eddie couldn’t give three steps backwards again, no way. So, he turned to face Richie and whispered.

“I’m gay.” And just like that he was powerless, imagining all the horrible reactions Richie would, certainly, have. How grossed out he obviously would be.

But this was Richie. The Richie that broke into a huge, toothy grin and got pink painted freckled cheeks instantly. The Richie that stage whispered through a genuine smile. “I’m proud.” And the Richie that leaned forward and hugged Eddie with all the strength in the world; the Richie that spoke directly into his ear, making him shiver. “Of you.”

The butterflies in Eddie’s stomach made him vibrate with adrenaline as he hugged Richie back, letting go of all the air trapped in his lungs and feeling his eyes sting. A smile took over his face as he proved his point one more time. “Cliché.” Then, surprising even himself, he burst out in laughs again.

Much to Eddie’s dislike, Richie pulled away and elbowed his side. “Sure, make fun of me as much as you want, but you still fell for me so how cliché does that make you?”

Eddie stopped laughing immediately and dragged both hands over his heated face. “God, Richie. Shut up.” The words came out hushed through his palms.

In a string of ‘Cute, cute, cute’s’, Richie tackled Eddie until both of them were laying down on the old, chipping wood. Richie’s arms circled the smaller boy’s waist, his face hidden under Eddie’s chin. “Fuck. You’re so cute.” He groaned.

“If I get splinters all over my hair I’m going to strangle y-”

“I’m in love with you, you know?” Eddie’s breath hitched. He craned his neck and found Richie looking up at him. “That’s what I was going to tell you that night. Not that I wanted space. Not that you needed to back away.” Eddie’s big, nervous eyes stared back at him. “You don’t need to say anything.”

Eddie let his head fall down to the wood and stared at the dark sky. He felt Richie tuck his head under his chin again, messy curls tickling his neck. He didn’t know what to say or do, so he settled for wrapping both arms around Richie, squeezing him tight in a nervous act. “I’ve never done any of this before.” He heard an unfamiliar voice coming out of his mouth, breaking every two words and making him sound just as embarrassing as he felt. “It’s stupid, but I’m worried that anything I do or say will be wrong and you’ll see that I’m really bad at this.”

“You think too much.” Richie said. “I’m not here to judge you, Eds. And who says I’m any better at this than you are?”

“You’ve had girlfriends.” Eddie offered.

“I did?” He chuckled. “I’ve kissed a few mouths, made out here and there. That doesn’t make me better than you.”

“It makes you better at it than me.” Sighing loudly, Eddie tried to explain himself. “I told you, I know it’s stupid, but that’s how my logic goes.”

“Okay. Maybe that’s true, but it doesn’t mean I’ll be sitting there rating your kisses from 1 to 10 while you drool all over my chin.” He got a slap on the arm for that one.

“Why do you have to make everything gross?” But then, “Shit, will that happen? Oh my god, it will totally happen! If I spit all over your face how can I even keep living with myse-” Richie’s hand came down onto his mouth, sealing it shut and interrupting the nervous talk.

After that, there was nothing left for Eddie to do than to relax under the half of Richie’s body that was laying on him. He was positive that his eyes were heart-shaped in that moment, but so were Richie’s, for what he could tell. One of his hands came up to rest gently on top of Richie’s, still covering his mouth and he tried his best to say coherent words. “I’m nwuv w’dyou, too.”

First, he saw Richie squinting, as if that would help him make sense of what he heard. Secondly, he thought Richie had deciphered it, if the way he beamed meant anything. But lastly, Richie didn’t say anything, so Eddie figured there was a chance he didn’t understand, after all. That’s why he began to carefully peel Richie’s hand away from his mouth, so he could say it again even if he’d rather not, honestly. He had accomplished a lot tonight, but saying ‘I’m in love with you, too’ twice might be stretching it a little.

Luckily, he didn’t need to repeat himself.

“I heard you.” Richie squeaked. “You mean it?”

Eddie nodded. “I do.”

He was transparently overwhelmed and insecure, thus Richie attempted to remind him that they weren’t about to become strangers after this. “You know,” Their hands were still touching, so he took the opportunity to intertwine their fingers. “You’ll never get rid of me now, I’m your personal koala.”

Eddie giggled, some tension waving off of him. “A koala? Is that all you’ll be?” Definitely a brave statement that Richie didn’t see coming.

“I can be more.”

“More is good.” Eddie murmured quietly, carefully. He observed Richie’s hair move with the night’s breeze, hypnotized by the way certain strands would always bounce back into place. When he casted his eyes lower he realized Richie was looking directly at his mouth, which made his heart skip a beat and his blood way too hot. “Maybe, uh, maybe we could go somewhere else?” He offered, already pushing Richie away from him gently and sitting up. “Somewhere less crowded.”

They ignored the pointed stares of their friends when they made their way back inside the barn, or at least Eddie did, with that cute frown and blush on his face. Richie, otherwise, locked eyes with Bev and made a show of grabbing his chest as if he’d been hit, his face mimicking someone thanking the skies above. From her corner near the snacks’ table, she started bouncing up and down on her feet from excitement, mouthing ‘Shut the fuck up, really?!’ to which Richie responded with his own little enthusiastic jump, almost bumping into Eddie’s back. Could you blame him for wanting to share the best news of his life with the only person he confined this secret with? Right before passing through the entryway, he shot Bev finger guns and a wink.

Eddie walked a little ahead of him, Richie didn’t blame him for it. They ended up walking side by side as soon as they were at a good distance from the farm, now making their way to Richie’s house.

Eddie took that time to ask Richie about tonight’s songs and his music in general. He listened, affectionately, as he went on and on about the band’s decision to use his originals. How stressing it was, mainly because Eddie and him weren’t on talking terms while he sat for hours on end at home rewriting old stuff and horrible feelings down on paper. Eddie apologized, hating the idea of Richie isolating himself for a week because of their confrontation. But Richie brushed it off, saying the loneliness had always been his muse, it helped with creativity. He was joking, but Eddie hated that they both knew it was true.

They went on with that topic for the twenty minutes it took to see Richie’s house up ahead. In their defence, it was a slow walk. As they made their way inside, Eddie zooned out with the worry of being alone with Richie, despite having been the one to suggest it. He didn’t understand why he was suddenly so nervous about it if they had done things before. His heartbeat fastened at the memory of the two of them up in Eddie’s bedroom, Eddie’s mouth attached to Richie’s neck. He hadn’t known where the courage came from that night, but maybe it was because they were still friends, and Eddie knew how to be friends with someone. However, he did not know how to be more with someone, more with Richie, even if he acted that way before at least twice.

They’ve already kissed, that much was established. The moment hadn’t been planned, perhaps that was the secret. This time, Eddie sort of knew what to expect coming to Richie’s house after confessing feelings for each other. So, now he was aware of what they could do alone, and that automatically made him believe he would make a fool of himself and fail at being what Richie saw him as: an example.

When Eddie came back to himself from all the useless worries, he was already sitting on Richie’s bed by his side, legs touching. Richie cleared his throat to bring his attention back.

“Do you wanna stay the night?”

“Yeah. My mom thinks I’m staying over at Mike’s so… it’s fine.”

“Okay.” Richie nodded, avoiding eye contact.

At that, Eddie’s brows furrowed. For the first time that night he realized that he might not be the only one second guessing what to do and feeling self-conscious.

“Are you nervous?” Eddie tried. “I can leave if you want, that’s alright.” He still placed a hand on Richie’s bouncing knee. It was funny how he got over his own self-doubt once he knew Richie was struggling, himself.

Glancing at the hand on his knee, Richie hurried to answer. “No. Don’t go, please. I am nervous, you’re right.”

Sympathetically, Eddie nodded. “What do you have to be nervous about, Rich?”

“Are you kidding?” Richie looked up at him with big eyes. “I’ve lost count of how long I’ve been waiting for this, Eddie. I’ve wanted you for so long, I’ve thought about this moment a million times before and I just want it to be as perfect as it always is in my head. But the truth is… I don’t know what it’s like to actually have you.” He ended with a frustrated sigh.

It filled Eddie’s chest with pride to have that kind of effect on the boy in front of him. “I thought about you, us, a lot too. Of course I thought I was a horrible person for doing that but you helped me accept my feelings, you see? I also don’t know what’s it like to have you… but I’d love to figure that out, together. That’s what we’re here for.”

A shaky breath exhaled from Richie’s body as he put one hand over Eddie’s, still on his knee. “You should kiss me right now.” He whispered kindly, non-demanding in any way. It was an open invitation, he knew that Eddie was afraid to mess it up, he could see it in him right now. “You’ve done it before, just go with your instinct.”

And sure, it sounded easy, but it was still new. A second, better kiss. It’s okay, Eddie reminded himself as he moved his head forward an inch. It’s okay, because this was Richie, and if he had to be honest, Eddie was kind of used to being and feeling and doing everything with him. This was just one of the many new things he would add to that list, and he would welcome all of those firsts into his life with open arms.

The distance between their bodies was none and soon Eddie’s face was standing mere inches apart from Richie’s. Close enough to be cross eyed and feel each other’s breathing, Richie wetted his lips and let his eyes close. Eddie observed him for a moment, taking in the beautiful, vulnerable features illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the window. It was mesmerizing.

At last, Eddie closed the space between them, making their lips collide in a soft peck at the same time as his eyes closed involuntarily. He could feel Richie shifting closer, a light, eager pressure on his lips and a shaky exhale tickling his skin with warm air. After five seconds, Eddie pulled away, surprised by the sound that filled the room when their lips separated.

Both of them opened their eyes to find matching shy smiles. Richie placed his free hand over Eddie’s jaw, fingers curled around the side of his neck. Mirroring his actions, Eddie guided his own hand to sit over Richie’s hip. With a little more confidence, Eddie leaned back in to capture Richie’s mouth again only to be interrupted midway by the boy himself.

“I give that one a solid 10/10.”

Confused, Eddie blinked twice. “Did you just- Are you actually rating me right now when I was trying to kiss you ag- Why are you laughing, you dipshit?” With Richie’s parents asleep in the house, Eddie had to show his annoyance through gritted teeth and stage whispers.

Richie kept giggling light-heartedly, hand still covering Eddie’s jaw until he felt the smaller boy start to move away from him. Then it wasn’t funny anymore. “No no no, don’t go, I’m sorry Eds. Come back.” Richie pulled him back by the arms, but instead of keeping them seated, he lowered his body down until his back hit the mattress. Eddie followed, helplessly being pulled along until he was laying on top of the lanky boy, slightly uncomfortable to apply all his weight on Richie. “Kiss me again.” Richie pouted, their faces now lined up.

“Then stop rating me, or I’ll drool on you on purpose.” That made the boy laugh again, but he quickly recovered. Eddie sighed, finally giving in and awkwardly bending his head to the right so that their noses wouldn’t bump. He wanted to do something instead of keeping their mouths still, but now that he was thinking about that, it would become a harder task to follow.

It turned out that Richie began to move first, mouth parting and moving thoughtfully. Eddie felt the care Richie put into it, as if he had to make sure Eddie would be okay with it and be able to follow. It wasn’t perfect, but it felt that way. It awoke something deep within Eddie’s core, overwhelmed by all of his senses. The slick sounds, the heat from their bodies touching, the taste of Richie’s mouth and the scent of him, too. All of it turned his blood into fire, burning up is insides and leaving behind a blissful numbness.

It was the best thing he ever experienced.

When he felt Richie’s tongue swiping over his, Eddie couldn’t help the sound that escaped him, surprised and excited at the same time. They got lost in each other, tangled together and unaware of time passing while their curious hands grasped at hairs, roamed over sides and backs and went back up to rest lovingly on the other’s cheeks. The leper didn’t cross Eddie’s mind, not for a single second.

Once they finally pulled apart, now resting on their sides with intertwined legs, their foreheads touched while they attempted to catch their breaths. Richie’s glasses had been placed aside a while back, the frame kept digging into Eddie’s nose and cheeks.

After some time, Eddie cleared his throat and did his best to keep a straight face. “I’d give that a 7, to be honest.”

Richie lifted his head to look down at him. He seemed conflicted, trying to understand if Eddie was serious or not, but then a smile cracked through Eddie’s lips. “You’re a prick, Eddie Kaspbrak.” He dived in to Eddie’s neck, attach himself around the boy like a leech and loudly blow raspberries on his skin, for once not caring about waking up his parents.

Eddie squirmed under the touch and his happy giggles filled up the room. Everything was in the right place right then, he was happy, finally lighter from coming clean about so many long held secrets. Maybe that was the true meaning behind Richie’s words.

Finding himself. Eddie thought this was the closest he would be to achieve that.

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The Chilling Adventures of Steve Rogers: Part One (Magical Hydra Horror AU)

Twenty-Three:

"Oh, c'mon," Steve sighed in slight frustration as Nosferatu walked through the removed pumpkin guts and promptly started playfully swatting at one of the seeds.

"She's just having fun," Bucky defended, watching the kitten affectionately.

Steve narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend, "You weren't the one who had to wrestle her into a bath."

Bucky empathetically grinned and wiped his slimy hand off on his jeans before taking Steve's band-aid covered hand in his. Lifting it to his mouth, he pressed a kiss there and reassured, "If she still needs a bath later, I'll take care of it."

Despite himself, Steve smiled. Knowing with every fiber of his being, that if they were to become parents, Bucky would be a pushover. Let the kids walk all over him because he just wanted to see them happy. Steve had witnessed as much with how Bucky was when he babysat his cousins. As much as it annoyed his aunts and uncles, they never reprimanded him too much and every time that they needed a sitter, they'd call Bucky up because he was the best. Even if he did let them stay up a half hour past their bedtime or let them have an extra cookie after finishing their dinosaur chicken nuggets.

"You're such a pushover," Steve shook his head and took his hand back. Tutti bodily rolled in the orange innards in her play, thoroughly matting her naturally thin white fur. Giving Bucky A Look, Steve gestured over towards his young flerken and accused, "She gets this from you."

Feigning scandalized, Bucky's mouth dropped open as he squeaked out, "Excuse me?!"

"You heard me!" Steve kept it up, even though they both knew the truth. In their friendship and relationship, Steve was the troublemaker. The rebellious punk who did as he pleased.

Bucky shook his head and good-naturedly scoffed, "Punk."

"Jerk," Steve smirked, ducking his head back down while he pushed his glasses back up his nose and continued scraping at the outer skin of his oddly shaped and discolored pumpkin. Easily getting wrapped up in his artistic creation.

Beside Steve, Bucky let out a low whistle. Assuming that Bucky was complimenting his jack-o'-lantern design, Steve smugly looked up, only to find that Bucky wasn't even looking at his pumpkin. Rather, Bucky was looking out the living room doorway, where the wooden doors were open since Nine Realms Antiques was closed.

Following his boyfriend's eyeline, Steve spotted his cousin leaving the grand staircase. Mimicking Bucky's sentiment, Steve's eyebrows arched high on his forehead and, he too, let out a low whistle.

In a black sequined tassel miniskirt and a long sleeve jeweled black mesh shirt, Hildy stood in the foyer. Braless, her nipples were concealed by ouija planchette pasties, and on her feet were a pair of pointed ankle boots. Running her hand through her kinky-curls, she turned towards the boys and asked, "Anyone see my hat?"

"Which hat?" Steve asked, quirking a brow.

Tapping the tip of her nose, Hildy confirmed, "That's the one."

"There's a black witch hat on the kitchen table," Bucky answered with a jerk of his head in the direction to the kitchen.

"You," Hildy pointed at Bucky. Making her way over to the kitchen by walking around the newspaper and the pumpkin guts, she grabbed the stereotypical black, crooked hat and finished, "Are the best!"

"I know," Bucky playfully exuded arrogance as he smiled over at Steve, wiggling his eyebrows.

Steve rolled his eyes at his boyfriend and looked over at his cousin. She held her arms out and asked, "What d'ya think?"

"That you're looking particularly festive tonight," Uncle Loki answered as he stepped down from the grand staircase.

Wickedly, Hildy smirked and winked at their uncle. Although Loki was smiling as well, Steve knew that there was a lecture waiting for Hildy when she got home. Specifically because of how she was mocking our ancestors, blah, blah, blah. Steve was sure that if Bucky wasn't there, Loki would've lectured her right there in the foyer, so Steve could hear it too.

"Well, it's the witching hour somewhere," Hildy slyly smirked and pulled on her black pea coat before kissing Loki's cheek and waving to the boys. Opening the front door, she called out for Uncle Thor, "Don't wait up!"

"Be safe!" Thor called from the kitchen, where he had been for the last three hours as he finished up his jarring and started making some treats with the Stark Orchard apples.

Fondly, Loki shook his head before spotting the teens. Steve and Bucky sat on the living room floor on old newspapers while the Disney Channel Halloween classic, Under Wraps played on the TV. Nosferatu's light fur had an orange hue as she rolled around in the gourd's innards and Goose stayed perched in the antique chair, keeping them all in his protective gaze.

Making his way around the boys, Loki affectionately ruffled Steve's short blond locks and asked Bucky, "Did Steve tell you the good news?"

Steve's blood ran cold and he gritted his teeth as he glanced over at his uncle. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, but Steve was well-trained in spotting the spiteful determination molding the expression.

"Yeah," Bucky perked and gestured towards the kitchen, "Uncle Thor's making apple butter."

"Not that," Loki chuckled in his false mirth that caused a poisonous unease to churn Steve's stomach, "I was talking about Steve being accepted into the art preparatory."

Expression falling, Bucky's brows furrowed as he looked over at Steve. With guarded eyes locked on Steve, Bucky informed Loki, "No, he didn't."

"Oh, dear," Loki feigned concern and pretended to be embarrassed. Standing from his seat, Loki said, "I'll let you two talk."

Glaring after his uncle, Loki ignored Steve as he casually entered the dining room and closed the sliding wooden doors behind himself. Steve narrowed his eyes even further once he caught the smirk tugging at his uncle's lips. Briefly, Steve wished that Bucky wasn’t there so he could really give Loki a piece of his mind. Especially since the mood was no ruined.

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Congratulations for almost 500 followers! Tomione, 19, please? 💕

I apologise profusely for this taking me so long, I hadn’t forgotten you! I just really struggled with this prompt. I had about a thousand words written, but I just couldn’t get the ending for the life of me. I got there in the end though! This is a bit of a crack thing; I call it - Tom Chucks a TantyI hope it’s okay my lovely :)

19. ‘You’re Satan.’

Tom had had a very long day.

Managing inventory was a bland job on the best of days, but combined with a surprise visit from Arcturus Black, on top of an appointment with Begonia Belby, and Tom was very near to regretting his self-imposed inability to die.

He’d reached such a foul mood, that he even managed to momentarily forget about the strange woman currently staying in his flat.

She’d appeared out of no where, landing flat on her backside in the middle of his living room. It would’ve been a strange enough sight to see anywhere, but what made this instance such a feat, was that such a thing should’ve been, for all intents and purposes, impossible. She could not have apparated, nor taken a portkey. His wards were impenetrable. He was sure of that. And so he knew, before she explained from where she’d come and why, that she was something else.

Rare objects had become his life, and so, he’d agreed to let her stay.

Which then brought about the issue of what to do about his job. Leaving her behind unattended wasn’t ideal, but nor was ruining the reputation he’d built up for years now with Mr. Burke. As a result, Tom had made a gamble. It wasn’t like him to take such risks, but he figured the disheveled woman couldn’t cause too much trouble in eight hours. Not in a warded flat without wand, anyway.

However, upon returning that evening, he was struck with the rare feeling that he’d made an awful mistake before he’d even finished materialising in his entryway.

Music.

Loud, upbeat music.

Coming from inside his flat.

The dread only deepened as he passed through into the living room, closing in on the source of the music.

His eyes narrowed.

The curtains were open. The sunset over the neighboring building was visible past the balcony, the last of the sun’s rays shining in cheerily through the window.

Any of the occupants of the building across the way could see in, should they feel the desire for a nose. Any owl, or witch or wizard on a broom would have a clear view, should they be out for an evening fly.

With a flick of his wrist, the curtains flew shut, returning the room to the shade of grey Tom had grown accustomed to. A second flick saw to the abrupt silencing of the music, and Tom was very close to being able to breathe again.

But then he heard the humming from the kitchen. Cheerful humming. And not just any cheerful humming, but it was to the tune of that bloody muggle song that’d taken the wizarding world by storm.

Tutti Frutti.

The early warning signs of a stress headache began to set in behind his eyes.

With a scowl marring his features, Tom stormed toward the cramped kitchen, being hit with the strong aroma of garlic and meat as the door swung open. His muscles contracted as he stopped in the doorway, his eyes darting around his kitchen and immediately locking onto the fresh vase of tulips placed in the centre of his table.

They were bright. Yellow. Lively.

But more importantly, they had not been there when he’d left.

He felt the uncomfortable fluttering of a vein on his temple.

He tore his attention from the hideous flowers toward the stove. Waving around a sizeable spoon he wasn’t quite sure he owned over a large pot, was the bringer of his home’s destruction.

She hadn’t noticed him enter.

With the bubbling of whatever it was that smelled aggravatingly delicious, she hadn’t noticed the silencing of the music, either.

He was sorely tempted to hex her.

It would be so easy.

The fingers of his wand hand flexed of their own accord, and Tom had to forcibly remind himself of why hexing an unknown time traveller might be a bad idea.

He tucked his hands into his pockets to prevent an unfortunate incident from occurring, and instead ground out, “what did I tell you?”

“Shi-” With something that was almost a jump, the woman who had introduced herself as Hermione spun to face him, hand over her heart. “Oh. I didn’t realise you were back. Dinner should be ready soon.” She waved the spoon in the direction of the pot.

His scowl didn’t falter. “I left you alone for one day. I left you with one instruction.”

“I did exactly as you asked,” she said innocently, her eyes rounded. “I didn’t touch a single thing that was already here.”

The corner of Tom’s eye twitched.

“Well except for the curtains, I suppose,” she went on. “Have they been opened in the last decade at all? They were almost rock solid, they were so stiff. Everything else came from that small market - you know, the one up in Diagon Alley? I had to borrow an old woman’s wand to get them, but I put it back in her bag when she wasn’t looking. I thought we could go back to repay the shopkeeper, if that’s all right. I’d feel awful if we didn’t, the groceries alone must’ve been over three-”

Tom laughed.

It was slow at first; an abrupt, humourless sound low in his throat. But then it built, gradually growing louder and higher, until it was muffled as he brought his hands to cover his face. His laugh broke, transforming into something like a groan as he dragged his hands downward, his nails visibly digging into his skin.

“I’m being tested,” he said lowly, glancing upward at the ceiling as if speaking to a higher being. “Aren’t I?”

She blinked, watching silently.

But then, just as she was about to give her simmering stew another stir, he looked back toward her, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “You’ve been sent here to punish me. That’s it, isn’t it?”

“What?” She straightened, taken aback.

He stalked forward, placing his hands on the table in front of her and leaning forward. “Are you some kind of demon? Some - I don’t know - angel of vengeance that’s been sent here to torment me?”

“What?!” She repeated, her voice higher now. “All I’ve done was liven up this place and make you dinner!”

“I’m in Hell, aren’t I?”

“I don’t think that out of the two of us it’s you who’s in Hell,” she murmured under her breath.

“And you- you’re Satan.”

“Excuse me?!”

“That’s it, isn’t it?” He said, stalking around the table to point a finger in her direction. “Or do you prefer Lucifer? The Devil? The Antichrist?”

“Have- have you hit your head?!”

“Did you honestly think I’d believe a woman from the future had come back to help me? Do you think me gullible? Me? Did you think I wouldn’t figure it out?”

This time, it was Hermione who laughed. “You know, for a while there, I truly thought Dumbledore was wrong. But now I see it. He was right the whole time - you are beyond help.”

“Did you honestly think I need your- wait, did you just say Dumbledore?”

“Yes,” she said firmly, prowling toward him as he had done to her until there was no space left. “Dumbledore. So unless you want to prove him right, then I suggest you sit down-” she gestured at the table with her spoon, “be quiet, and eat your stew!”

Before he had the chance to respond, she went back to the stove and mixed the content of her pot. She fished out two bowls from his cupboard and spooned her stew into them with an audible slop.

She marched back over and placed the bowls onto the table as she eyed him.

Slowly, with narrowed eyes and an unwavering scowl, Tom sat.

“That’s better.” She said, offering him a fork. “Now eat quickly. We have a lot of work to do.”

#tomione #500 follows yay #my writing

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Initial reaction to Prequelle

My thoughts on the album cuz I gotta get this out somehow

Spoilers ahead! (Duh)

Ashes- Ooky Spooky. Sets the scene very nicely. Gotta love the sound of a creepy children’s choir. The Spoksonat-riff (that’s what I’m calling it- you know what I’m talking about) in there makes it sound like a movie score, like it’s all nicely woven in there

Rats- So glad they released this one early, works well as an “appetizer” as I believe one Tutti- Frutti once put it. Also has a SICK bass line in there that I’m still surprised more people aren’t discussing. DANCE RAT MAN DANCE

Faith- DANG. For some reason I started laughing for like the first minute. I want to hear this one live with a burning passion. This is a song to headbang to if I ever heard one. Might be my favorite one off the album. The only word to describe it is diabolical. Completely and totally DIABOLICAL. Also can we please discuss the laugh™?

See the Light- I’m sure we all had someone in mind when we heard it. But dang this song is empowering. It’s an interesting shift after a song like Faith and frankly it doesn’t sound like Ghost’s usual stuff, but I’m not complaining. Lovely use of keyboard in there too. The ending sounds kinda abrupt to me though.

Miasma- No one can ever say that Typhoid Fever ain’t a brilliant composer. The guitars. The keyboard. THE SAXOPHONE. I knew it was in there but it still made me laugh so hard I started crying.

Dance Macabre- Another one I’m glad they released early, and I’m really hoping that they make a proper music video for it cuz the Instagram video didn’t really do it for me. Like. I wanna see rat man in the white suit dancing to this. I can see a couple doing a waltz to this or something. (And if I ever get married you can bet I’m gonna play this at my wedding.) It almost sounds like Dio, Europe and Rick Springfield collaborated but it actually works for some reason. (I dunno the lyrics sound like something Dio would write at least)

Pro Memoria- For some reason I was picturing a coffee shop setting. But like. With a funeral going on. It also kinda sounds like what self-doubt FEELS like. To me at least. Probably not gonna listen to this one as much for that reason. (Not to say I don’t like the song, I actually really like it, but it almost sounds TOO accurate to that description to me. It’s...eerie.)

Witch Image- Okay honestly, my first thought was “wow, this sounds like something my mom would listen to.” Not to put it down at all. I mean that as a compliment really. My mom has excellent taste in music (I was raised on 80’s music and hard rock, what can I say?). But for some reason it felt… almost nostalgic? It sounded like the kind of music she would play in her car when I was little (The two big albums were The Final Countdown by Europe and Def Leperd’s Hysteria on cassette if that tells ya anything)

Helvetesfonster- Gesundheit. Can’t pronouce the name but DANG. I thought Miasma was a masterpiece- this is beautiful. No, ethereal is probably a better word to describe it. Sounds like the perfect track for a witch or something (which is fitting considering the previous song). Mr. Turbulent Frost you have outdone yourself here.

Life Eternal- If you’ll pardon my french- damn. This made me cry. Taco Frappuccino I thought you said this album was OPTIMISTIC. It’s beautiful but damn.

I think the rat man needs a hug.

Also there’s like an extra 15 seconds at the end of the recording, what’s up with that?

Bonus Tracks:

It’s a Sin- Again, I knew it was gonna be there but I laughed so hard. Pet Shop Boy’s is one of my dad’s guilty pleasure bands and I’ll admit it, I make fun of him for it sometimes. And then I hear Tortilla Factory’s voice singing it. Fabulous.

Avalanche- Admittedly not my favorite here. It’s still good, and frankly I forgot that Turbulent Frost could sing that deep. The problem here was that the way he was singing made me think “Dang, I wonder if Johnny Cash ever did a cover of this too cuz we need like a deep, DEEP voice here.” (and it would appear that he did not :( ).

Over all- This very well might take the spot for my favorite Ghost album, might even make into the top ten of my favorite albums altogether. Very strong 80’s vibes on here and I am DIGGING IT. Also has a lot more- emotion in it than their previous albums. It feels a lot more personal. I’d love to see this made into a movie or something cuz the story in this is brilliant. (I’m also a sucker for concept albums). The use of piano also really stood out to me, and DANG IT TOBY JUST RELEASE AN OFFICIAL SONG BOOK ALREADY. Please.

This has only increased my desire to see this band live, and I’m THIS close to just forking over the money for the vinyl cuz this album really ought to be played as an LP.

#Ghost bc #Prequelle #Personal

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marcosoropoet · 5 years ago

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Commento del gioco “Eden”

1. Something isn't right today. You don't know what it is.

But you do have a feeling. --> Ho un presentimento strano

2-You have this strange and eerie feeling SOMETHING is going to happen, but you have no idea what it is.

That is, until…. --> Continuo ad avere un certo presentimento e cerco di capire meglio

3.That is until your supervisor shows you the lab's new specimen. "We're not sure what it is," he says. "But it can't be human."

You take a look. --> Osservo ciò che ho davanti

4.You take a look at the specimen and try to conceal your horror. "Are you sure it isn't human?" you ask. Your supervisor just shrugs. "Keep an eye on it," he says. "I'll be back in a few minutes." Then, save for the "specimen" in the holding cell, he leaves you all alone.

You feel conflicted. --> Mi sento in conflitto con me stessa

5. The creature in the cage looks like a person to you. Different, perhaps, but either human or so close that it hardly matters. The creature in the cage looks like a person to you. Different, perhaps, but either human or so close that it hardly matters. "What's your name?" you ask, hands curled around the bars. The specimen... no the prisoner wearily shakes their head.

You decide to rescue the prisoner --> Scelgo di salvare il prigioniero perché non mi sembra cattivo

No. It's safer to keep your distance.

6. You whisper to the prisoner, "I'm going to rescue you." The prisoner stares, disbelieving, and asks, "Why would you do this for me?" This person speaks perfect English, albeit with a curious accent you've never heard before. "Because it's the right thing to do," you say.

Let's get out of here. --> Convinco il prigioniero ad uscire dalla cella

7. Your supervisor's been careless. He left his cell keys on the table. Your hands are shaking as you fumble with them, searching for the right-numbered one. Aha!

We're outta here. --> Siamo riusciti ad uscire

8. This rescue is going surprisingly well, and it looks like no one's around. You take the prisoner's hand and...

and…. --> Cerco di capire cosa sta succedendo

9. You don't know where the guards came from. They shoot you both dead.

--> What a gruesome end. --> Siamo morti entrambi

10. You've had the same dream for three nights in a row. (Well, actually, the last three mornings since you're on the night shift.) It never ends quite the same. Maybe you're just THAT depressed your vacation is ending now. Anyway, it's time to get ready. Who do you see in the mirror?

I'm a woman. --> Scelgo di essere una donna perché riesco meglio ad immedesimarmi nelle scelte da fare

I'm a man.

I'm neither, actually.

11. I need to get more rest, you think. You shower, you groom, you dress, you grab breakfast.

Time to face the day. --> Incomincio la mia giornata lavorativa

12. You get to work on time like you always do. After all, getting ahead takes making a good impression. Though the "good impression" you've left on some, you could do without.

Hang up your coat. --> mi tolgo il cappotto

13. You put away your coat and purse and head for lab A-3. As usual, that Aaron guy chases you down to make smalltalk and say how he loves your hair. You don't like him, honestly, but you try to be polite. So, you smile and nod and say "Gotta go" as soon as you get the chance.

So, what's up? --> mi sento stanca dalla routine quotidiana.

14. When you get to lab A-3, almost no one is there. You ask an acquaintance named Kyra, "What's going on?" She tells you, "Check B-2. While you were gone, they brought in a real, live alien and everyone wants a look.". "Are you sure it's all right?" you ask. She says, "It's fine. I'll cover for you. Besides, Jones is there and he wants to see you." Jones being your supervisor, who's called you "brilliant" before.

Go to Lab B-2 --> sta succedendo qualcosa e vado verso il laboratorio

15. Phones aren't allowed in the basement labs, so you leave yours in your mini-locker. You go to lab B-2, where they keep the most secret of secrets—even for this place. You only earned clearance a week ago and you're eager to see what's inside. You swipe your card through scanner. The door unlocks. You go inside. You notice there's a card reader inside the room as well—likely an added precaution to help keep whatever's in here from escaping. Everyone is "Ooh"ing and "Aaah"ing over the new specimen that's in the cell in the corner. You nudge your way through the crowd and... and....

Oh my God. --> sono preoccupata perché ho appena visto…

16. Huddled behind those cold steel bars is the most beautiful creature. Beautiful... and if not human, close enough that it hardly matters. You're absolutely haunted by this creature... no, this person's mournful eyes. The captive is wearing loose gray prison clothes—pants and a short-sleeved shirt. You believe this ethereal being....

Is male.

Is female.

Is neither. --> scelgo che non sia nessuno dei due perché voglio portare avanti la mia immaginazione.

Is MESMERIZING. You'll work out the details later.

17. This person is pure androgynous perfection, beyond all the standard distinctions. "What... how...?" you ask Jones. It's difficult right now to voice coherent thoughts. Luckily, he knows what you mean. "We're calling it Eden, Jones replies. "Agents discovered it three days ago in a field not far from here, captured it and brought it in for study. We believe it's an alien life form." "Can they speak?" "It seems physically capable of speech, but we don't know its language. And that's why I wanted to see you."

Why me? --> mi sento importante, cerco di capire perchè ha scelto me

18. "Why me?" you "Why me?" you ask. "Several of us have tried already, but the creature won't respond. Essentially, it's your turn." As good an answer as any. You kneel in front of Eden's cell. "Hello," you say quietly so as not to frighten them. "You probably don't understand me, but... I'm not here to hurt you." Send them away, whispers a gentle voice in your mind. Please. Send them away. You blink in surprise since it isn't your voice. It must belong to Eden. It sounds....

Exactly like you'd expect. --> dall’aspetto che questa creatura ha, la sua voce me la immaginavo proprio così.

Different somehow.

19. Their voice sounds exactly like you'd expect: calming like autumn rain.

But back to Eden's request --> sto vagando nei pensieri, ma torno a concentrarmi

20. Eden asked you to clear the room. You look back and say, "Eden is telepathic. They asked me to ask everyone else to leave." Silence. The other scientists exchange puzzled looks and mumurs about the brain scans they took and how they were "different" from a human's. "All right," Jones says. "But I want a full report on your findings."

Now, it's time to talk to Eden. --> dopo esser riuscita a fare uscire tutti dalla stanza, siamo solo io e Eden.

21. You ask Eden:

Where are you from?

Why are you here?

Why did you pick ME?

Eden, how are you feeling? --> scelgo questa domanda per mettere a proprio agio la creatura, cercando di immedesimarmi in essa.

Can you tell me your real name?

22. You ask Eden gently, "Eden, how are you feeling?" Eden stares at you for a long time. "You're the first one here to ask me that sincerely," they say softly. Their eyes are shining with tears. "Thank you. I am.... I've been better."

Ask more questions. --> sono contenta della risposta, quindi continuo a fare altre domande.

23. You ask Eden:

Where are you from?

Why are you here?

Why did you pick ME? --> voglio sapere perché ha scelto me.

Eden, how are you feeling? (Already asked)

Can you tell me your real name?

-Or-

That's enough questions for now.

24. You ask Eden, "Why did you choose to talk to me?" Eden says, "Give me your hand." You do. Then, they answers you. I sensed you were different from the others. That maybe... you might help me.

Ask more questions? --> scelgo di saperne di più

That's enough questions for now.

25. You ask Eden:

Where are you from?

Why are you here?

Why did you pick ME? (Already asked)

Eden, how are you feeling? (Already asked)

Can you tell me your real name? --> cerco di indagare sulla sua identità

-Or-

That's enough questions for now.

26. You say, "I'm sure your real name isn't Eden. That's just the name they gave you. If it's all right, could you tell me your real name?" Eden smiles. "Maybe later. But not yet."

Ask more questions?

-Or-

That's enough questions for now. --> capisco che non vuole svelare troppo cose e quindi decido di fermarsi con le domande.

27. You and Eden both are silent for a while. You feel sorry for their being held captive like this, but what can YOU do? You're not in charge of anything here., and you feel horrible for what they must be going through. How can anyone approve of keeping this gentle, intelligent person as a thing to experiment on?

Try to console Eden.

Try to reach Eden with your thoughts. --> cerco di capire i pensieri di Eden per scavare più a fondo per ciò che sta provando.

28. Since Eden can reach you mind-to-mind, you decide to see if it can work the other way. With all your concentration, you think, Eden. Can you hear me Eden answers, Yes. Is there anything you can tell me that might help me get you out of here? Things you've noticed? Certain abilities you have? Eden says, If I'm close enough, I can "communicate" with technology and alter it with my mind. I can do it most accurately with things I'm actually touching. I can sense the presence of other living beings. And I doubt they've found my ship since it was cloaked when I left it. If I could use something as a tracking device, I could find my way back to it. Do they know what you can do? They only know about my telepathy. And that's only because of today. Hmm.

Figure out your next steps. --> decido di andare fino in fondo.

You're having second thoughts.

29. You and Eden work out a plan. Communicating mind-to-mind makes it go by quickly. Eden's technomancy skills can turn your card into a master key. They can likely disable security cameras and alarms as well, provided they can get close enough—and in very little time since destruction takes a lot less nuance than recreation. (You're glad they haven't tried that with the lock on they cell. Cell locks STAY locked if they're tampered with at all.) Also, perhaps most importantly, they can reconfigure any smartphone locate their ship. Since the cell has a keycard lock (located across the room and out of Eden's range), freeing them won't be a problem. The problem is that after that, you need to get them out of the building without getting caught. First, though, you take out your keycard so Eden can work their magic. You do your best to keep it hidden from camera view, knowing there's one behind you pointed directly at the cell. It's done, Eden says after a minute or so. It can open any electronic lock now. You put the card back in your lab coat pocket. Now, you can free Eden. But first....

You need to get your smartphone.

No, Nab a phone on the way out. --> Prenderò un telefono non appena uscirò.

30. It’s better to nab a phone on the way out. The coast is clear right now and you don't know when or if you'll see Eden alone again. Presently, Eden seems very focused on the camera on the wall. Trying to connect with it, maybe...? Anyway, you tell Eden, I'm going to unlock your cell. Then, you can disable the camera and get out. Eden says, All right.

It's Showtime. --> che il piano abbia inizio.

31. Quickly and subtly, you unlock Eden's cell and walk to the door, waiting for Eden to take care of the camera. You hear an odd crackling sound; the room's lights flicker into darkness and the emergency lights near the floor come on. You reopen the lab door with your keycard. A peek into the hall confirms that power has gone out. It might be overkill, but it's useful overkill. Regular staff will be leaving now. However, with such a suspicious outage (and perhaps suspicious camera footage), it seems like a sure thing they'll be sending in some guards to investigate. Once you've confirmed the coast is clear, you tell Eden, "Let's go." But since you didn't get your phone, you still need to grab one on the way out of this place. Time is of the essence, especially if you alert the guards.

Rush ahead while it looks clear.

Better to be cautious. --> bisogna proseguire con calma per non farsi beccare

32. It's a good thing you held back. A guard just rounded the corner. Get back in, you tell Eden. I'll hide behind that counter and

HOPE he doesn't come in. --> speriamo di farcela.

33. The guard walks into the room. He sees Eden is still in their cell (but hasn't noticed it's unlocked) and hasn't spotted you yet. So, what now? Every option has its risks....

Make a break for it with Eden

Keep hiding --> continuo a mantenere attivo il piano.

Grab that digital scale from off the counter just in case

34. You decide to keep hiding and hope for the best. Then, the guard squints at the green light that shows Eden's cell is unlocked. He reaches for both his keycard and a gun.

Grab the scale

You and Eden RUN --> è arrivato il momento di scappare!

35. Suddenly, you hear a gunshot and a bullet rips right through you. You don't want to look; your hand drifts to chest. When you pull your hand away, you see that it's covered in blood. With your final breaths, you beg for Eden to keep running. You know you won't survive. But maybe Eden can be free.

And that's how it ends.

You received the secret ending:“Sacrifice."

COMMENTO FINALE:

Il finale è negativo, perché Eden è morto, ma non è del tutto negativo perché Eden si è sacrificato per me e quindi sono riuscita a trasmettergli amore e fiducia. Penso che non sarei arrivata ad un finale positivo, perché avrei dovuto voltare le spalle alla creatura e trattarla come ogni essere umano presente, quindi sono contenta delle scelte fatte e di averci provato.

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what-is-going-on-mate · 7 years ago

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Slow Hands

The few months had been…challenging. With Rip gone, Snart back and the we-broke-time-saving-the-world kind of thing, she didn’t have a single minute for herself.

She did manage to sort some things out, but far from everything that she needed to reflect about. Well, Len is not dead, for starters. Sara is not dead. For once in their lives, none of them are (it might seem weird to hear, but given their lives, not so out of place).

No one in the team was hurt, for now, and the missions were going smoothly, for now. Anyway, life was good to them. For now. Kind of.

But there was this thing between them that kept her on edge every time that he would be in the same room as her, which was basically all the time. She could feel him being alive around her, even meters away from her, and it distracted her. Hearing his voice made her shiver and feeling his scent when he was close enough could send her spine shaking.

Every damn thing that he did would take her attention (it was kind of ridiculous, she thought). She felt like a teenage girl freaking over the hot and popular guy. Wait, hot ? No, that’s not was she meant, it was just her brain playing games on her.

Focus.

But his eyes were of a deep bl- Forget it.

It was kind of problematic, really, him being on her mind, given the fact that she had to be concentrated at all times on missions. If things continued that way, she would slip up. It’d put the entire team in jeopardy, and as the captain, she couldn’t allow it. As the captain, she had to solve the problem. Problem ? You can’t, in good conscience, say that those shoulders were one. God dammit !

He was even messing with her own mind ! Thinking about him made it impossible to use her brain cells. What power did that guy have on her ?! She didn’t care what it was, but nothing good would come out of it. She needed this thing to stop.

Things were getting out of hand ! And those hands ! With long thin fingers, she was sure that they would fit perfectly around her hips. Hold on, those thoughts have nothing to do with the abberation. Back on the mission ! Now !

So, the mission. Right.

Their mission was going to last for several days in the ‘50s, depending on how their marks would react to their company. They were in Italy, on an island called Sardinia. The locals were proud to call themselves independent of the Italian government, but they only could call themselves independent. They were still very much part of Italy, and the mafia knew it too. The mafiosi would spend their holidays on the North-East part of the island, because it was the most luxurious, of course.

The island was rather big, but most of it was wild and uninteresting for their mission. Their concern was put on one particular city: Olbia. It was the city where every rich businessman would go in the summer and trade deals while enjoying the sun and the turquoise sea, which meant that the mafia was there too.

Their marks were two brothers, Francesco and Vincenzo di Boille. They were called the « Capi di Tutti i Capi », which means the chiefs of the chiefs, the master bosses. And of course, they were going to seal a deal to help the mafia in the US to acquire the atomic bomb faster than the government did, which would, in consequence, begin an atomic war against the USSR, destroying the planet.

Not the way to go. So, of course, the Legends were there to set History straight.

Olbia was a luxurious city, built only for the wealthy. No crappy bar or hidden warehouses. No one complained, though, even the two crooks, because being surrounded by rich people offered Mick and Leonard many occasions to subtly steal/borrow wallets, jewels and watches. Not that the captain would let them.

Yeah, that captain thing was new, and just thinking about the title made her lips rise. She was never sure the Legends were talking to her when they’d call her captain.

But she certainly could imagine a certain someone whisper it in her ear while she’d be kissing that someone’s neck, and then that someone would bite said ear, sending chills all over her body and she’d press herself deeper in the embrace, and she’d slide her han- stop it !

The. Mission.

A lot of sun, sand, money and mafiosi. That was going to be fun. They had to stop the deal between the di Boille brothers and a scientist, but there was no record of any scientist in Gideon’s database, so they had to go in blind, which is why they’d take their time to do this correctly and spend several days on the case.

In order to fit in this society, Sara needed to invent a cover story: Stein and Ray were nuclear scientists together in vacation to continue their research while accompanying their respective families. Sara and Nate were Stein’s children. Nate happened to be friend with Ray, because they were in class together, which made the trip together even more plausible. Mick was Ray’s bodyguard, hence him tagging along on the trip. Amaya was Mick’s girlfriend and she took her brother, Jax, with them.

The only one left was Len. He could be Mick or Ray’s brother, but there were already too many siblings in this story. He couldn’t be a cousin, too many family ties. He needed to be someone from the exterior. They were in the ‘50s with the mafia, so they had to go for conventional. A gentleman with his girl in Sardinia seemed like the obvious answer.

They were two girls in the team. Amaya and her, but Amaya was Mick’s girlfriend in this one (not that it would change from reality), which meant that Sara and Len would have to pretend to be together. It made sense. Mick would take Amaya with him, and Sara would take Len, logic.

And it excited Sara too. But that was no one’s business.

The story was plausible, but them not staying in a hotel certainly wouldn’t. They made Gideon replicate a certain amount of money so they could offer themselves hotel rooms.

What seemed the most logical repartition of bedrooms would be the following: Mick and Amaya in one, Sara and Len in another. Nate, Jax, Ray and Stein could share one or could just take one each. Strategically speaking, each taking a room would make their territory bigger. They’d go for the second option.

The captain was ready to travel back to the ‘50s.

After briefing the team on the mission and on the organization of their trip, she was excepting growls and complaints, but none of that happened.

Except maybe a glance from Snart. It was discreet for everyone but her. His gaze was intense, as if he could read her like a book. This instant, she really hoped he couldn’t see behind her eyes, because he would find some very inappropriate thoughts about the two of them.

And then he smirked.

Shit. She needed a diversion from his deep blue eyes, from his rosy lips, from his stance, from his han- okay, that’s it. Enough.

« Alright everyone. Strap in. Gideon, set a course for Olbia, Italy, July 15, 1956, please. » And with that they disappeared from 1829.

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The first day was quite boring, professionally speaking.

The brothers had yet to arrive, so the Legends spent the day visiting the small city and take in their surroundings. Stein, Ray, Jax and Nate had their rooms on the second floor, as they had rooms for one. They were only meters away from each other.

Mick and Amaya were in a large bedroom on the fifth, the top floor of the building. They had an amazing view of the mediterranean sea.

But the luckiest were Sara and Leonard. The room they had booked, similar to Mick and Amaya’s, had been flooded, and they had been upgraded to a suite.

Their suite/apartment was way bigger than the others’ bedrooms. They had a king-size bed, a living room with a large television and a fire place (they’d probably never use it, though). Their bathroom had a jacuzzi and even a rain shower. This hotel room was the definition of comfort and intimacy for lovers. Damn it. They weren’t intimate. They were just mates, friends, partners. No, not partners. It had a double sense that she couldn’t bring herself to think about.

The fact that their room was made for a couple didn’t stop them from being ecstatic at the sight of the services that were offered to them.

Len had already taken his shoes off (and that was something), whereas Sara had let herself fall on the large bed. Comfortable. Really comfortable.

She could take a nap (she hadn’t slept in days, preparing for this case), but she was even more tempted by the jacuzzi. She’d never say it, but massages were the death of her. She’d marry someone with amazing massage abilities, that was a fact established for years in her head.

Just as she was getting up from the oh-so-comfy bed, Len made a beeline for his suitcase and took out his swimsuit. Sara frowned her eyebrows in a way that asked what he was doing.

« What does it look like I’m doing, Lance ? I’m going in the jacuzzi. Never went in one before. » he explained as if it wasn’t a big deal that he would soon be shirtless.

Sara didn’t say anything, but she already had her swimsuit in her hands. It was obvious that it was her intention as well, but she didn’t know what to do. Either way it would send a weird message. Not going would say « I don’t want to see you in your swimsuit. » and going would say « Let’s get half-naked together in a big bathtub and enjoy ourselves being massaged by a machine. »

Sara was put out of her misery when he finally spoke « You coming, Canary ? », effectively concluding the discussion while leaving for the bathroom.

He was playing with fire and he knew it. But it was in his best interest. He couldn’t simply let go of the opportunity to see her in a swimsuit. He had dreamt about it a few times, but he needed the real thing. And not only that.

He needed the touch, desperately. How many times did he feel his hand freely moving towards her, and then a sudden burst of realization stopped his movement ? He felt a pull towards her wether he liked it or not, literally physically speaking, and there was nothing he could do about it. His body was acting against his best wishes. Maybe he’d contain himself.

Never had he been so wrong in his life.

Luckily, he was already in the water when she entered the room, otherwise the mood could have completely switched at the sight of his body-a particular part of his anatomy-acting against his wishes. But he was buried in the relaxing bubbles of the machine from the toes to the lower half of his torso and therefore his reaction was invisible to the object of his desire. He did have to readjust himself.

He was impressed. No one ever had had this effect on him so quickly. But the answer was too easy. It was her, of course she would have this effect on him. Oh god, he sounded like the lousy teenager going for the cheerleader and only focusing on her physical appearance.

But there was so much more to Sara than just a pretty face and an impressively perfect body. Not many people knew her the way he did, and he was proud of that. Sara was beautiful inside and out. The thing that he liked the most about her was her personality. It was all that mattered to him; the soul.

And she trusted him enough to tell him some of her secrets. He mattered. But did she know that she mattered just as much, if not more ?

He wasn’t sure he ever did let her know anything about his past willingly. He had to tell her, in some way, that she mattered.

Soon they were both relaxed in the bubbles, legs splayed in the water and eyes closed, a tiny smile on both of their stress-free faces.

A murmured « Thank you » was all that Sara heard between a low moan and the sound of water splashing. She opened her eyes to see Leonard in front of her, stretching his arms. Maybe he was just tired, but maybe he was putting on a show to highlight his biceps and the muscles on his chest.

Anyway, she enjoyed the sight. She wasn’t discreet at all, but she was too tired to care.

She could actually see his chest and his arms. He wasn’t hiding it from her. Maybe forcing him to take off his shirt to check on his injuries was the remedy to his shyness. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn’t made a big deal of his scars. She had treated his injuries and moved around him as if he didn’t have marks on his skin. Maybe it was that reaction that gave Leonard enough confidence to be shirtless in front of her.

It mattered. She had the privilege to be trusted by Captain Cold. He was showing his skin while he was relaxing, willingly, not in a life-threatening situation. That was a first. For both of them.

« Thank you for what ? Showing you my swimsuit ? » she voiced, way too smoothly. Well that was smooth…congrats Sara. Very discreet and classy.

« Well, yes, of course. And what a beautiful swimsuit. » he drooled, a smirk on his face, only revealing his true interest in the captain. « Very form-fitting. » She may have blushed a little, but in her defense, it was really hot in that room.

« …But also thank you for including me back in the team. I know that past me made horrible things…and you making me stick around and find a place in this new team means a lot. So thank you. But don’t expect me to say this often. I’m not the touchy-feely type of guy, as you may have noticed. » he finished, mask off and sincerity painted on his face.

Sara put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and was surprised to find it burning hot and smooth, even if his flesh was uneven due to the scars.

« It was my pleasure. The team wasn’t complete without my-our favorite thief. And what a thief ! » she smiled at him, honesty in her voice.

You want to steal a kiss from me, Leonard ? Better be one hell of a thief.

They had dropped the sarcasm and the masks. It felt weird but also liberating, knowing that they could be themselves around each other.

Apparently it was much more liberating than they had predicted, because Sara’s hand and honesty had Leonard going crazy and losing complete control of his body. It was getting very hot in this bathtub. He could feel Sara’s warmth radiating from her palm on his shoulder.

She was kneeling next to him, which made her breasts come out of the water. The difference of temperature had her nipples contracting, and he wasn’t -at least not every part of him- unaffected by this sight. Sara was oblivious to that, only caring about what he had said. Honesty. Feelings.

Her entire attention was drawn to his shoulder, actually. It made it easier for him to admire the view he was presented with. His mouth was dry, very dry.

He felt his body move, losing control.

In under a second he had taken the Canary by the arm and had pulled her down on him, taking her lips in his. The hand on her arm moved to her neck while his other declared siege on her lower back, keeping her in place, near him. Sara kept her hand on his shoulder and put her other around his neck, adding pressure in the kiss.

She pulled away from the kiss and murmured: « Yup, one hell of a thief. » and kissed him once more, this time coming on his lap and putting both of her arms around his neck and her hands in his short hair.

Finally.

Leonard was completely lost. What was happening ? Were they kissing ? For real ? What was clear was that his dick had taken control over his brain.

Despite his state of shock, he deepened even more the kiss, pulling her even closer to him, making it impossible for her not to notice just how affected he was by her presence. The hand on her neck began roaming, caressing her neck, her back, her ribs, her waist, her hips, finally reaching her ass.

His and Sara’s tongues were having a discussion of their own as Sara began roaming her hands in response to his previous movements. Touching his chest, his scars, his muscles, his arms, his back.

She dig her nails in his flesh when he began squeezing her ass cheeks and massaging them, sending a wave of pleasure in her entire body.

Sara began to sway her hips in his lap, making the crook groan in her mouth. Fuck, that woman knew what she was doing.

His other hand was coming closer to her ribs and her chest. She (her nipples) was aching to know what he was about to do, feeling the warmth of his hands almost palming her breast…

And then the magic was over.

Oh what a surprise.

Ray barged in their suite, shouting something about the brothers and an unplanned gala that would take place that evening and that it was important otherwise he would have knocked and where are you I can’t see you and woah this place is beautiful and Nate is a history genius and he really hopes he isn’t disturbing but they have to do something now.

Sara quickly left Leonard’s lap and got out of the jacuzzi, leaving Leonard with a quick peck on the lips, a promise that it was far from over. Snart was frustrated and angry at Ray for interrupting what could have been the best jacuzzi experience of his life. It already had been, but it could have been so much better.

« Haircut, what the fuck ? Don’t you know how to knock ? You are disturbing, and I swear, some day I will ice you. » the crook shouted, joining Sara and Ray, dripping wet, a towel around his hips, hiding his bulge as much as possible. Only Sara could tell that it was there.

Sara, on the other hand, was only wearing her swimsuit, nipples still hard from their previous activities.

They were both standing in front of Ray, faces flushed and lips swollen. Luckily for them, Ray wasn’t the most perceptive member of their team.

« Why are you guys in your swim trunks ? Wait…you have a jacuzzi ?! That’s awesome ! Hey, when the mission is- » Ray began, obviously forgetting why he barged in in the first place.

« -Raymond. What do you want ? » interrupted Leonard, a menacing look on his face.

« Uhm, sorry, but Nate and I found out that the di Boille brothers organized a gala tonight. We thought it would be a good idea to approach them there. » he explained, almost oblivious to the stare the Snart was trowing at him.

The Captain decided, without other motivation than the one given to the team, that Leonard and her, along with Mick and Amaya, would be the ones going to the gala as two couples simply enjoying an evening out. Only motivation my ass. Seeing some Snart eye-candy was clearly at the top of the list, just below the actual progress of the mission.

_________________________________________ Luckily for the team, the gala was held in the hotel (it was the best hotel in the city, so not so surprising), which meant that they could watch over the party pretty easily. The singletons were in Jax’s room, looking at the screens showing the gala through the security cameras (shoutout to Jax for the quick installation).

Amaya, Mick, Sara and Leonard decided to part ways and mingle in the crowd in search of any information.

Mick was chatting with the bartender, Leonard was in a corner of the room, evaluating every single person, whereas Amaya was trying to mingle with a group of housewives gossiping, sitting at a table. Sara decided to dance in the middle of the room. It would be a convenient way to observe the room and seduce Leonard at the same time.

He wasn’t insensitive to her charms, that was sure. But she was receiving quite a lot of attention from other people. Some women were throwing her looks discreetly, unlike some men who were more suggestive. He was used to it. Sara was a beautiful woman, and both men and women were attracted to her. But he wanted her to be his, no one else’s.

« A pretty woman like you shouldn't dance on her own. Shall I accompany you, principessa ? » the young and pretty looking Italian proposed, taking Sara’s hand in his own. He was beautiful, there was no doubt. Tanned skin by the Italian sun, strong hands, green eyes. That was true eye-candy.

But it was not the eye-candy she was looking for.

« Thanks for the offer, but I’d rather stay alone, sweetie. » she smiled, trying not to feel offended by the hand he had put on her waist. She couldn’t start a brawl in there.

Breathe.

« Oh come on, don’t be a kill-joy. Don’t you want to have fun ? » he said, closing the distance between them.

« I said no, thank you for the offer. I think you’d better get lost. » she hissed, really trying to keep her calm, but the gentleman was being a pain in the ass and she would soon react. Badly.

« I am a lot of fun. » he whispered in her ear.

« Didn’t you hear what the lady said ? Get. Lost. » menaced Leonard, turning the man by his shoulder. His eyes could kill him on the spot. There was rage in them.

When the man didn’t move, Leonard tightened his grip, pushing the too-good-looking man to the side, swiping his wallet for being an ass.

« What makes you think that she wants to be with you ? You’re too old for her liking. You get lost. » he stepped forward, not knowing what he was stepping into.

Sara was not going to let Leonard get in a fight with that idiot. So instead she did the next best thing. She took Leonard by the waist and pulled her into her, kissing him fiercely.

What ? They were pretending to be a couple. That’s what couples do, right ?

Leonard returned the kiss, grabbing the assassin by the waist and pulling her even closer than she already was. There was no speck of air between them. At this instant, time stopped. The Italian idiot was not there anymore, the team was not watching them, the mission didn’t exist, they weren’t in the ‘50s. The only thing that existed was them, the kiss, their tongues, their hands, their breaths. Nothing else.

« Umh guys, he left. » informed Nate.

« Right, uhm, thanks. » the crook said, turning off his and the captain’s comms. The team was not listening to their conversation. « Sara, care to dance ? » he smirked.

« I thought you preferred to watch ? What made you change your mind ? » she asked cockily.

« Back then looking was enough. Now I need to touch. » he divulged, voice low and gaze intense. He lead her further in the dance floor in the middle of the room and they began to slow dance, one hand on her waist and the other taking her hand in his.

« Look at them ! I’m sure there is something going on between the two of them. I swear there is something about this place. » Mick told Amaya, pointing at their teammates.

« I think you’re right. There is something to this place. What you did in our room is a perfect example. I never knew you could do that with your tongue. » she shivered, remembering way too easily the way Mick had taken her to the edge in just a few instants.

Someone cleared his throat. « Miss Jiwe, next time don’t forget to turn off you comm when you speak about things like that, please. As happy as I am for you and Mister Rory, I am in no way interested in your private relationship. » it was Martin. Oh, no. She always forgot about those things in her ears. That situation was the definition of awkward.

But Mick was smirking, obviously, half making fun of his girlfriend and half happy to let the team know that he was great.

« In other news, I can’t see the brothers anywhere, maybe they’ll show up later in the evening. Come on, we’ll dance. » said Mick, trying to make her girlfriend forget about the predicament she had put herself into.

Mick led Amaya to a corner on the dance-floor, avoiding Len and Sara who had stopped slow-dancing in the classical sense of the term. They were basically standing and slightly swaying to the rhythm of the music, mouth connected in a very revealing way. Not so suitable for a gala. The arsonist didn’t want to interrupt his partner and his growing…relationship.

Because, yes his growing…relationship with Sara was getting hard to control. Leonard was way too excited to stay in the room like this. But in his defense, Sara wasn’t helping him one bit. Her hand had slipped from his and they were now inside his jacket, roaming all over his back and waist, sometimes dipping in his trousers. She could do this because of Leonard’s jacket, hiding her hands. But Leonard couldn’t. If he wanted to get revenge without being thrown out of the gala for inappropriate behavior, he needed to be discreet.

He had the perfect plan.

Sara was positioned in front of him just as he needed her to be to put his right leg forward, between her legs. He decided that his legs were going to do his hand’s work, as they were occupied to hold her hips and lower back.

Leonard began to apply pressure between her legs, making her gasp in his mouth. He started rubbing his thigh, making Sara sink her nails in Leonard’s back. Damn it was getting way too hot in there. His arousal was only a victim in this homicide of sexual tension.

Sara decided to strike back by rubbing her leg against his groin, making him moan in their kiss. He was going to lose it, because the tension was too much. As in too much. As in coming. Hard.

He broke the kiss and whispered in her ear : « We should take this back to the room. ‘Cause I want you bad, baby. »

Baby ? Unusual, but definitely not unpleasant. He was hot when he was losing control. His eyes were almost black with desire and he smelt of something like..sex. He smelt like sex.

« I’ve been thinking about this all day. » Sara answered, a whisper in his ear, nipping at his jaw.

Her hands continued to distractingly roam his body. There was no way people were not staring. But who cares ? They were supposed to be a hot couple enjoying holidays in Sardinia, so sex was completely normal.

« I already know that there ain't no stopping your plans and those slow hands, captain. Your fingertips are putting on a show. I want to be with you all alone. There’s no chance that I’m leaving here without you on me, baby. Come. » Leonard answered, leading her to the exit, her back on his front, covering her arousal.

He was hard.

« I’m not the one who is coming right now, baby. » Sara retorted, malice in her voice as they left the ballroom.

The captain had the sudden realization that they were leaving a mission to have sex, which was unacceptable.

She turned on the comm and explained. « Alright, here’s what we are going to do. Len has a problem, so I’m going to help him with that. Mick, you’re in charge. Find the brothers and try to fraternize with them. Guys, I trust you. Don’t disappoint me. Good luck. »

What. the. fuck. She’d basically told the entire team that they were going to have sex. Way to go, very professional, captain.

Sara heard the beginning of a complaint coming from Stein about privacy but she turned off her comm. and joined Leonard in the elevator.

« You know, I wanted to take my time with you tonight, but things escalated more quickly than I imagined. » Len began, reaching her neck with his hand and his lips, pushing her against the wall of the elevator. « Let’s just say that it will be rather quick, baby, thanks to your slow hands and your mischievous fingertips. » he finished, leaving sweet kisses to her neck.

She definitely liked it when he called her baby.

They didn’t part when they heard the cling announcing their arrival. Their room was a few steps away, but it took them a few minutes to manage to enter their suite, due to diverse distractions coming from both Len and Sara.

It was more challenging to come to the bed than to come. The first time was hard and fast, thanks to the make-out session that had taken place in the ballroom. But they had the entire night to explore each other’s bodies. The three following times were sweet and loving, just like Leonard had promised.

Now, it was three in the morning. Sara’s hair were sprawled on the pillows, there was sweat between her breasts and near her bellybutton. Leonard was laying between Sara’s legs, his arms folded on her middle and chin resting on his hands. He was admiring her, recollecting herself from the orgasm she'd just had. Beautiful. Their bodies were glowing in the weak light of the bedroom.

She pulled him up to her mouth, thanking him.

« What did you tell the team when we left ? » asked Len, fearing the answer would be what he thought it would.

« I told them you had a…problem. I put Mick in charge. » she began. « I’m pretty sure Stein will complain in the morning about our discretion in engaging in sexual activities. I think everyone understood what I was implying. » she finished, giving him a peck on the lips.

« Well, at least you didn’t say: « Hey guys, we’re leaving because Len and I are going to make love repeatedly during the night. The sexual tension is unbearable so we’re going straight to the bedroom ! Don’t wait for us ! ». Maybe Palmer didn’t catch the double sense of your sentence. At least one person will still see us with innocent eyes. » he smiled, kissing her sweetly.

« You know, I think that you’re only pretending not to like him. And maybe you’re doing the exact opposite of what you’re feeling. I think I should leave and let my spot to Ray. Maybe you’re in denial and he is the one that you want. » Sara said chucklingly, running a hand in his short hair.

« That’s the last straw ! » he declared, tickling her sides, getting his revenge.

« There’s only one person I want, and that person is you. Past, present or future, on any Earth, it will always be you. » he cooed, a twinkling in his eyes.

« So much for the « I’m not the touchy-feely type of guy » speech you gave me earlier. » she teased, affection in her eyes.

Leonard managed to roll on his back and take her with him, legs tangled, arm over his chest, head on his shoulder.

« Yeah, well I guess your kisses revealed something that was trapped inside me. A heart. » he kissed her forehead.

She was absently tracing the scars on his chest, over his heart. Her attention was to his face. He seemed so…at peace. A small smile was tugging at his lips, barely visible, but still there. The traits on his face had disappeared.

She felt at peace too, with one of his arm circling her back and reaching her waist, and his other hand on the hand on his chest, she felt safe. She didn’t need protection, but he made it easier to relax, to breathe. She could count on him. She trusted him, really trusted him, with her life.

After a good half-hour, she muttered « You’re the best thief the world has ever known. », her breathing slowing, drifting off to sleep.

« You’re the most precious reward I’ll ever get to have after a heist. The heist to your heart. » he answered, barely audible, pulling her closer in his side.

And when they woke up, they had smiles on their faces and knew that everything was different.

Maybe what Mick had said was true: There was something about this place.

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Hetalia: The Lost World Part 5

The next day Prussia was shopping, with Germany in Beijing. However Germany told Prussia that he’ll be going back to China’s house to lay out Prussia’s plan to get into North Korea. “Zhere gotta be more awesome stores here. I just vant to get somezthing” said Prussia while looking at a map. “Kesese~! Jou look like jou need some help” said a voice that’s similar to Prussia. Prussia looked up to see a look a like of him leaning next to a lamppost. “Jou’re me” said Prussia before touching his look alike.

“Ah jou are real! Zhis iz awesome!” said Prussia. “Ja jou bet it iz. I’m jou” said the second Prussia. “I’m calling jou Gilbert just to avoid confusion” said Prussia before smiling. “Zhat’s an awesome idea” said Gilbert. Soon the awesome duo hang out together all day long, until they came back to China’s house. “I sure had an awesome time vith mein awesome self” said Gilbert.

“Me too” said Prussia. “Oh, I need to use zhe bathroom. Zhere iz one unawesome zhing zhat I ate” said Gilbert before leaving the room. An hour had passed and Prussia grew concerned of where his second self was at. Prussia was about to check on him, until he ran into Japan. “Sorry to disturb you, but Engrand created that second you to teach you a resson” said Japan. “Oh, okay zhen. ZHAT’S SO UNAWESOME OF HIM!!!” yelled Prussia before heading back to his room.

Prussia then came out of his room and found Germany who was finishing his plans. “Bruder! Zhat unawesome England created a clone zhat looks like me, to only to teach me an unawesome lesson!” yelled Prussia. “Vhat? Vhy vould he do zhat?” asked Germany. “Oh, I don’t know. I’m guessing just to anger zhe awesome me” said Prussia. “I’m pretty sure it vas for jou saving North Korea from England’s curse” said Germany. “But like I said, I almost had a panic attack vhen I first laid mein eyes on him. He vas going to die Vest und I don’t like people dying, even if zhey try to die in mein awesome room” said Prussia.

“Okay fine. I vasn’t even on England’s side to begin vith. I vas on jour side, because I vould of did zhe exact same zhing as jou” said Germany. “Jou vould? I guess ve’re bruders again” said Prussia. “Vhat are jou talking about? Ve alvays have been bruders” said Germany. “But during zhe time vhen England vas blaming me about saving North Korea, ve veren’t” said Prussia. “I guess zhat makes sense” said Germany. “Since ve made up, let’s hug” said Prussia before coming at Germany with open arms.

“Vait! Zhat’s not vhat I meant! I meant zhat-” Germany was cut off short when Prussia hugged him, causing him to blush really hard. “Zhanks for zhe hug bruder” said Prussia before letting go of Germany and ran out of the room. “Anyvay vith zhat out zhe vay, I’m going to give zhe plans to China und I’m going to punch England in zhe face” said Germany before getting up and leaving China’s map room with the plans. After giving the plans to China, Germany went to England’s room and to his surprise he saw France. “Oh mon dieu (my god)! Vhy iz zhere a big scary German in here!? Get out of here!” yelled France before throwing a bunch of random things at Germany, who got out of way as the stuff flew right passed him.

“Listen France, do jou know vhere England iz?” asked Germany. “How am I supposed to know vhere zat black sheep of Europe iz at?” asked France. “Vhile zhen, I zhought jou could help. I guess not” said Germany before leaving the room. “AHHHHHHH!!! No Japan! Please don’t-a hurt me!” yelled Italy as he ran by Germany and then was grabbed by him. “Italy, vhat’s going on?” asked Germany as he was trying to get a strong grip on Italy. “Germany! It’s-a terrible! Japan is-a chasing me with-a his katana!” screamed Italy.

“Vhat? Italy, vhat did jou do to get chased by him?” asked Germany. “I-I was-a making pasta, until I-a accidentally crashed into-a Japan. I-I said I was-a sorry, until I-a noticed that Japan was-a giving me a really scary expression! I then-a ran for-a my life!” cried Italy. Soon both Italy and Germany, noticed Japan running towards them with his katana and was covered with sauce and noodles. Before Japan was about to slash Italy with his katana, his blade was stopped short by Germany. “Zhat’s enough! Japan calm down!” yelled Germany and with that Japan suddenly did what he was told and stopped trying to kill Italy. Germany then let go of Japan’s blade and was trying to calm Italy, who then stopped crying.

When Italy stopped crying, Germany looked up at Japan who was giving a sorry expression on his face. “I’m sorry, I yelled at jou Japan” said Germany. “And I’m arso sorry for armost srashing both you and Itary” said Japan. “I-I’m-a sorry that-a I crashed into you” said Italy. “I’m sorry for chasing you with my katana” said Japan. “Italy und Japan go clean up zhe mess in China’s kitchen. After jou two are done, Japan I need jou to take a shower” said Germany.

With that Italy and Japan went back to the kitchen to clean. “Vhen I find England, I’ll be teaching him a lesson about using his magic to make clones of people” said Germany before leaving the kitchen and started to head back to his room. Italy was still in the kitchen finishing his mess from his accident with Japan. “Ve~! I’m-a done cleaning! I-a want to-a make pasta again” said Italy as he then placed noodles into the pot again. When he was about to grab tomatoes to make sauce, he touched hands with his brother. “R-Romano what-a you doing here?” asked Italy.

“Well my little fratello, I-a was going-a help you with-a the pasta” said Romano trying to make a smile. “Grazie~! Say Romano can you-a help slice the tomatoes, before I-a put them into the-a sauce maker?” asked Italy. “Anything for my fratello” said Romano with a completed smile on his face along with a blush. After slicing the tomatoes, Italy then made sauce for his pasta thanks to Romano. “Say Romano, you are-a being so-a nice to me. Why is that?” asked Italy. “Because you’re my-a only idota fratello and-a I care about you” said Romano.

“Oh Lovi, you-a always get-a my brotherly love from-a me” said Italy. “Really?” asked Romano. “Si! Of course you do!” said Italy. “Fratello, come here. I want-a hug” said Romano opening out his arms as Italy ran to him and hugged him. “Romano this-a is the-a best hug ever! Is there-a anymore things you could-a tell me?” asked Italy. “Well of course I-a can. I’m-a going to show you something” said Romano.

“Show me what?” asked Italy still hugging Romano. “Promise-a me you will cover your-a eyes and-a not freak out when I-a show you” said Romano as Italy nodded and then let go of Romano to cover his eyes. What Italy didn’t know that the moment when he covered his eyes a bright and shining light appeared and then vanished. “Romano, can I uncover my eyes now?” asked Italy. “Si, you can” said Romano. With that Italy then uncovered his eyes to see North Korea standing in the place of Romano.

“Aye! What do you do to my big fratello!?” yelled Italy. “Niente! Lo ero tuo fratello (Nothing! I was your brother)” said North Korea trying to calm down Italy. “Wait you were-a my fratello? How exactly?” asked Italy. “Beh, conosco un incantesimo che mi permette di trasformarsi in qualunque persona io desideri (Well, I know a spell that allows me to turn into any person I want)” said North Korea. “That-a sounds cool” said Italy while a smile. “Ma è una maledizione per me (But it’s a curse for me)” said North Korea with a sad look on his face.

“There-a goes your-a sad face again. Were you-a sad because of your-a fratello’s death?” asked Italy. “Si ero e dovrei vergognarmi di me stesso (Yes I was and I should be ashamed of myself)” said North Korea. “No, no don’t be. I believe you can be forgiven” said Italy. “Sono sicuro di questo? Come posso essere perdonato, quando tutti mi odia (Are you sure about that? How can I be forgiven, when everyone hates me)?” asked North Korea. “Well I-a forgive you and-a I want-a be friends with-a you” said Italy. “Veramente? Vuoi dire questo (Really? Do you mean it)?” asked North Korea looking at Italy with a tear in his eye.

“Why of course I-a do!” said Italy before embracing North Korea in hug and North Korea hugging Italy back. “Grazie (Thank you) Feliciano!” said North Korea crying with tears of joy. “Why you’re-a welcome and for what-a reason?” asked Italy. “Per dare indietro la mia vita, stupido (For giving my life back, silly)” said North Korea. “Oh, okay! You’re welcome… again!” said Italy. Soon Italy and North Korea hanged out together that day.

Italy had North Korea try pasta and North Korea showed Italy how he performs his transformation spell. So far Italy liked it when North Korea took the forms of Germany, Japan, China, Switzerland, Romano, and mostly himself. There was only on time when North Korea took the forms of England and France. When as England, Italy ran from North Korea, until Italy realized it was just him and Italy was also amazed that North Korea can also copy the voices of his friends. When sitting on China’s couch, Italy had North Korea used his spell to take the form of a black and white cat. “Gee, North Korea… I mean-a Iyong ju I-a sure had-a good day with-a you. Do you-a want to-a meet my friends?” asked Italy.

Iyong ju who was relaxing on Italy’s lap, thought hard before saying “No Feliciano, io non voglio appena ancora (No Feliciano, I don’t want to just yet)” Italy then nodded a quick okay, then patted Iyong ju on his head. “Italy, it’s getting late. You should probably go to bed, aru” said China as he by the living and noticed a cat on Italy’s lap. “Where do you get that cat, aru?” asked China pointing at the cat. “Oh, the cat? I-a got him from a Chinese pet store, when I-a was walking around-a in Beijing” said Italy.

“Oh okay then. I’m perfectly fine with a cat in my house. Promise me, that you will take good care of it, aru” said China before leaving the living room and headed straight to bed. Italy then got up and started to head back to his room along with Iyong ju following him. When they got into the room, Iyong ju waited for Italy to come back from the bathroom and soon Italy came back. When Italy was in bed, he noticed Iyong ju sitting on chair across the room. “Say Iyong ju?” asked Italy. “Hmm?” asked Jason.

“Can you take-a use your spell to take the form of Germany, because I-a sometimes get-a nightmares?” asked Italy before Iyong ju mutters something to himself before being surrounded by a bright light and with Italy covering his eyes. Soon as the light cleared Italy uncovered his eyes and looked at Iyong ju who’s now in the form of Germany. Iyong ju then walked over to the opposite side of the bed and climbed in. “Are jou happy now?” asked Iyong ju in Germany’s voice. “Si! Do you mind if I-a touch you?” asked Italy. “Ja, jou can” said Iyong ju with a small blush on his face.

~The Next Day~

“Ve~! Iyong ju, I-a think I’m-a suppose to be training. I-a need to take a shower, can you-a change back into your-a cat form?” asked Italy as he got from bed. “Sure. I’ll be in cat form after jou come back from zhe bathroom” said Iyong ju who was still in the form of Germany. Soon after Italy came out of the shower, Iyong ju was in his cat form and Italy picked him up before leaving the room. Soon Italy made his way to the kitchen, where he saw both Germany and Japan. “Ah… Italy jou’re up. I’m surprised zhat I didn’t have to yell at jou, like I alvays do” said Germany who gave Italy a smile. “So Germany, are we-a training today?” asked Italy before sitting down with Iyong ju jumping onto his lap.

“Itary, you shourd arways know, that we train nonstop with Germany” said Japan. “Ve~! Unless Germany is-a asleep like an angel and-a wakes up late” said Italy causing Germany to blush. “Ah… not today Italy. I usually vake up late und forget about training, because jou try to sleep vith me. In fact, jou drive me crazy all night till jou fall asleep” said Germany rubbing his temple. “Oh, hehe…. sorry” said Italy nervously. “Also jou haven’t done zhat last night, I vonder vhy. Iz zhere somezhing zhat happened?” asked Germany before taking a sip from his coffee. “Well I-a got a cat from a Chinese pet store while I-a was in Beijing” said Italy holding up a confused and startled Iyong ju.

“Oh, that’s one cute cat” said Japan while touching one of Iyong ju’s paws. “Does China know zhat jou have a cat in his house?” asked Germany. “Si! He does and-a he noticed yesterday. He-a says he doesn’t-a mind” said Italy. “What did you name him, Itary?” asked Japan who was still touching one of Iyong ju’s paws. “Uh… is it-a cool if I-a name him…. Iyong ju?” asked Italy who was smiling nervously. “Of course jou can, Italy. Ve don’t really mind zhe name” said Germany.

“Especiarry if he’s named after North Korea’s human name” said Japan. “Anyvay let’s start training. Italy bring jour cat along, I’m sure zhat zhe little kätzchen (kitten) vill love to see how jou do during training” said Germany with a smirk. When Germany, Italy, and Japan were outside, they started to train while Iyong ju was sitting on a bench. Iyong ju wasn’t that interested in watching either Germany or Japan, but was focused on Italy who was easily out of breath. “Keep up zhe pace, Italy! Jour cat could probably beat jou at a foot race!” yelled Germany. Without being watched by no one, especially not the three of the Axis, Iyong ju went into the bushes to transform back into his regular form.

He muttered to himself as a form of a mantra, he used a spell that made Italy run fast and even gave him great stamina. He then changed back into his cat form and jumped back onto the bench. While his spell was in effect, Italy wasn’t out of breath and he ran so fast that he passed by Japan. Italy kept going until he ran right passed Germany who was surprised at Italy kept increasing his speed to catch up. Japan was then out of breath, so he went back to the bench where Jason was at and watch both Germany and Italy. “Vhy iz he so fast und how iz he not tired yet?” asked Germany as he watched Italy finishing his laps.

After done training, Germany was walking back to China’s house with Japan. “Have jou noticed zhat ever since Italy got zhat cat, he’s been talking to it vhile it agrees to almost everyzhing zhat he says?” asked Germany while watching Italy playing with his cat. “Hmmm… remember that Itary has a way with animars” said Japan as the Axis head back to China’s house. Soon back at China’s house, Italy allowed Iyong ju to explore the house while he’s with both Germany and Japan in China’s map room. While exploring, Iyong ju came into a room and to his surprise he found England looking through his spell book.

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