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everestphillips · 1 year ago

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A Loving Touch

"This was insane, right?"

In one moment, Everest was in the middle of a board room where people barking about his performance at each other, while another bunch was yapping about pretty clothes and frivolous events he needs to attend next. It was all jumbled noise until he heard the song, which cut through everything like a sharp blade. Without much warning, he stood from that room and made his way out, leaving everyone in confusion.

The last thing he remembered was being in his room and sending his family a text that everything will be fine and that he was going to miss them. And practically the moment after he sent that message, he was in darkness. The air cool and damp, and his surroundings unfamiliar, with creatures only barely fathomed through media. Everest was definitely going insane.

Truly, everything from the moment he arrived to his walk to the temple was a blur. Things Everest was witnessing that he couldn't quite believe. Hell, even in the big temple where he's had a moment to be in, he was in disbelief. The godling felt his body was basically on autopilot, instinctively taking him to a certain spot in the giant marble structure before he noticed everyone was waiting patiently before a different god. Maybe he'll finally figure out who his parent is. Maybe it was someone that would make sense of his life. Then he turned around and saw Aphrodite.

"Hmmm." Seemed like it was the only thing he can respond with to this new discovery. He shouldn't be disappointed. I mean, he wasn't. Because at the end of the day, his mother was and still is a stranger.

Nothing seemed to click for Everest, even when the voice started to ring through his head, he just thought it was some elaborate ruse. Though, it's not like he do could anything else but stare at the clocked figured coming closer to him with the chalice. Taking it in his hands, Ev inspected the ornate cup and the weirdly pretty drink inside of it. "Awfully pretty for something that can supposedly do such damage," he thought to himself. Of course, he should have just drank it like he was instructed. The racer did already come this far but he still had some concerns. Even so, before he could say anything, he already saw a few men downing their drinks and being escorted out.

"Oh, so we're just drinking the kool-aid with blind faith?"

Which probably got an ugly look from those who could hear him. Now, all he could think about now was the Jonestown massacre. If this is happening, might as well not be the last one to drink it, he didn't want to be the last one dead. And for some reason, he looked back at the statue once more, feeling a strange sense of comfort before he got the courage to drink his first sip. God, this was fucking awful, he thought to himself as he choked on the strange substance, making sure not to accidentally spit anything out. Nah, he needed to drink everything in one go and not prolonge his torture. So, he raised his chalice like it was some shot and knocked it back in one chug.

When the last drop was swallowed, he felt his blood become hotter, and his heart beating faster until eventually, it felt like fire burned under his skin. Everest gripped onto the chalice while his other hand gripped his chest, his nails digging into his skin, desperate in stopping the acceleration of his heart one way or another. But it was obvious he was losing this battle, and once he lost the grip on his cup, the ring of the metal against the marble was paired with the sound of heart going *pop*.

Everest regained consciousness with a scream, fighting to fill his lungs with the air he needed. It took him many deep breaths until he could feel himself calm down, but once he felt composed, he noticed he was back in his old room. "So it was just a dream" the driver said to himself before reaching out to his phone and noticing that no one texted back. Not even his family. It was bittersweet, but now, they had no reason to worry.

However, now that he was back home, everything he just dreamed about felt real. Like it was meant to happen. Regardless, there was nothing he can do now.

Ever since that day, Everest felt like his days have become meaningless. Everything he did was becoming monotonous, even losing the passion he had to drive. But they still had him in full display, using him to get all they needed from him. He just became a puppet for those he worked for.

Everest has become an emotionless husk, but he still dreaded being made to go out. He was now uncomfortable everywhere he went, because now all eyes were on him. That shouldn't have been something new to him, but this felt completely different. Like they were dissecting him. Like they were undressing him. Like he was in an enclosure for everyone else to enjoy.

Regardless how uncomfortable he was, what was going to come next was even worse. Like clockwork, the crowd just stampeded towards him. The same things being screamed at him, the same empty words trying to take advantage of him, as they clawed at him, ripping through his clothes, through his flesh, until his chest was bare and heaving, ashamed to be at the mercy of the public once more.

Everything has gone exactly the same as every day since his weird dream. Everest expected things to go black, and he'd wake up again back in his car. But instead, he felt the some cool droplets on his skin. Somehow, the gentle rain tethered him to reality, and made him realize, was his life always like this? Beyond the exaggerated horror's he's experienced these past few days, his life has been nothing more than a pageant and a mean for others to climb up the social hierarchy.

Slowly, he was feeling more like himself, the rain now began to pour, washing over his wounds, slowly foaming up only for them to disappear. Everest even felt his heart beat faster. But instead of the same frantic fear he felt when he drank the ambrosia, it made him feel butterflies at the pit of his stomach. He could feel his cheeks turn red, and couldn't stop smiling. Yeah, he was alone, but for once in a long time, Everest didn't feel lonely.

As cute as that heartwarming moment was, he still endured days of torture in just the past eight hours. And now, Everest was on the floor of this strange room. Clearly fallen from the bed with how the sheets have dragged along with him. "Water. I need water," he shouted to no one was as he attempted to get up and find something to drink. Running to the bathroom, Everest splashed water onto his face before he gave himself a good look at himself in the mirror. The godling might have been the son of Aphrodite, but he's definitely seen better days.

"I guess this is real... and i'm doing it too."

#everest phillips ;; about #godlingprompt001

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lejindaryikiki · 1 year ago

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Her (Yi x reader) (a request from my original Wattpad acc.)

Yi stared at the city lights whilst the boat was taking you and your friends to someplace which you did not care. You just wanted to get Everest back home. Your thoughts were interrupted when Everest picked you up and cuddled with you, falling asleep. You were not in the mood to sleep, so you were thinking of the day when you met Everest.

Flashback:

You screamed as you saw a hand and you hid behind a box. You went in to look again and saw the same hand. Your violin was far away from you so you used the bow to catch it. After you caught it, the instrument slid down the bow making a sound. Those big blue eyes opened and the creature roared and marched towards you. You backed up and ducked your head, clutching onto your violin for dear life. He stopped when he saw a helicopter and tried to hide from it. He was scared. So you decided to help him.

After that, you stayed with the yeti.

Flashback ends

Another flashback came on your mind.

Flashback:

You did know that Yi also met Everest few days later than you did. You knew Everest longer than she did. Your best friend was always busy with her things and whilst you were playing with Everest. "Hey Everest, wanna play tag?"

Everest nodded happily. You told him how to play tag and he listened to you. After giving the instructions, you chased him on the roof.

"Tag, you're it!" You yelled, making him groan dramatically and lying on the floor, as it looked like he surrendered. And he started chasing you.

When night fell, you yawned along with Everest. You decided to play him a song. You played your violin and he hummed. You never noticed his glowing blue aura on his fur. When the song ended, you slept with him.

The next morning, Yi drew the curtains of Everest's shelter and saw you cuddling with him. She chuckled. You opened your eyes to see your best friend staring at you.

"Hey, sleepyhead." Yi called out to you.

"Hey." You stood up without waking Everest.

"How's he?"

"Good." You yawned, catching Yi's attention. You, mindlessly and still sleepy, hugged Yi. This made her chuckle.

Flashback ends

You smiled but the thought of the feelings for Yi made your cheeks flushed. So, you pretended to sleep. Another figure was cuddling with you and you saw who it was.

꧁༺༻꧂

Timeskip

After escaping from the village and from the people, the boat crashed landed on a place with bamboo trees. Yi rubbed her head and you woke up, screaming Peng's name.

"Where is he?" Jin asked. Everest moaned when he saw Peng lying on the ground. You rushed towards him, followed by Jin and Yi. When Peng woke up, he puked some flower petals. Everest puked a huge amount of flower petals onto Jin. You could not help but laugh at his face.

"Hey Jin. You got something right here." Yi told him.

Being traumatised at what happened, Jin removed the petals from his face. Everest gasped in shock. Yi and the others looked to see where Everest was eyeing at. You both gasped as you saw her violin broken. Downhearted, Yi went into the forest. Jin let out a sad glance at the violin. You told him to console her and he did. You knew Everest had the ability to recreate her violin because the same thing happened to you.

Flashback:

You played a song just for Everest and a plucking sound from the strings caught your attention. They were broken.

"What?"

Everest gave you a sad look as you did not know what to do with it. You almost cried, but the yeti took your violin and created the strings with his yeti hair. You were amazed at how he was doing it. Your violin was back! You trusted Everest as he trusted you. You gave him a hug and thanked him. He returned the hug.

Seeing you happy, he was also happy. You continued playing the violin.

Flashback ends

You went into the forest, following where Yi went, interrupting their tete-a-tete. Yi looked at you, causing Jin to turn and look at your state. You smiled at them and did not notice the slight smirk on Jin's face. "Hey, um... you should come outside. Everest wants to show you something." You turned and walked away. Smirking at his friend, Jin got a death glare from Yi.

"Don't," The latter warned.

"I will."

She scoffed and followed you.

꧁༺༻꧂

Timeskip

Yi, Everest and you climbed onto one part of the statue whilst Peng and Jin went onto the other side. Yi stopped to look at the picture of her father and her in the violin case. She wished her father was here to see this. "Hey Yi. You know, your dad would have been proud of you." You told her.

She smiled at you and nodded. Just then, you both took your violins and before playing, took a deep breath. The sound of the violins filled the calming atmosphere as raindrops poured in, blooming flowers to the surroundings. Just then the song ended, you gazed at the landscape filled with flowers. "This is beautiful." Said Yi. "Thank you, Everest."

Everest tilted his head and nodded at you happily. "You both did that, Yi and (N.)," said Peng. "You both did."

You and Yi focused on the strings which glowed in blue.

"We did that?"

Everest nodded happily.

꧁༺༻꧂

Timeskip

Whilst you were walking with Everest, Peng and Jin, Yi following you behind, the latter seemed to be thinking about the bond between you and Everest. You ran after Everest as an attempt to tag him. Yi could not stop seeing at the sight. You were adorable in her eyes.

Everest definitely reminded her of you.

#abominable #abominablejin #abominableyi #dreamworks #abominable2019 #abominable peng #dreamworks abominable #abominable everest #disney

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masteryminutes · 1 year ago

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Time Management during Peak Productivity Hours: Finding Your Zone

This exploration will guide you through identifying your peak productivity hours and crafting a time management strategy that harnesses the full potential of these golden moments. Learn how to synchronize your tasks with your energy levels, ensuring optimal output and personal satisfaction. Discover the power of aligning your activities with your natural rhythms, propelling you towards success during your peak productivity hours. It's time to seize control of your schedule and elevate your achievements by mastering time management during your moments of peak productivity.

Identifying Your Peak Productivity Hours

Introduction: The Battle of the Blank Screen

Ever felt like you're starring in your own dramatic rendition of "The Battle of the Blank Screen"? Picture this: it's Monday morning, the to-do list is longer than a giraffe's neck, and your coffee mug stares back at you, offering solidarity in this productivity saga. Hooking Relatability: "Ever find yourself staring at your tasks like a detective trying to solve a mystery? You're not alone! We've all been there, in the endless loop of procrastination, where the cursor blinks like a judgmental owl, questioning your every move."

The Symphony of Productivity: Peak Hours Unveiled

Introducing the Concept: Enter the maestros of productivity – your peak productivity hours. It's not just a fancy term; it's the golden key to unlocking a symphony of efficiency in your daily life. Imagine your productivity as a song; finding your peak hours is like discovering the perfect tempo and rhythm that makes your work dance with ease. Highlighting Significance: "Ever noticed how some days you're a productivity wizard, while on others, even opening an email feels like climbing Mount Everest? That's the magic of your peak productivity hours – the secret sauce to turning your to-do list from a daunting novel into a breezy short story." In this quest for productivity nirvana, identifying your peak productivity hours is the first step. So, grab your detective magnifying glass, put on your productivity superhero cape, and let's dive into the thrilling adventure of discovering your unique productivity zone!

Understanding Circadian Rhythms: The Dance of Your Internal Clock

Unveiling the Scientific Ballet: Ever wondered why your energy levels resemble a roller coaster, with highs and lows that make even the stock market jealous? Enter the enchanting world of circadian rhythms – the choreographers of your body's internal ballet. Picture your circadian rhythms as the conductors of a grand symphony, orchestrating a 24-hour masterpiece of hormonal ebbs and flows. The Early Birds vs. Night Owls Duel: "Imagine your circadian rhythm as a DJ at a party – some people hit the dance floor as soon as the beat drops (hello, early birds!), while others come alive when the night is at its peak (looking at you, night owls!). It's like a dance-off where everyone has their unique moves." Emphasizing Individual Differences: The beauty lies in the diversity of the dance floor. Early birds and night owls aren't adversaries; they're dance partners with distinct styles. Just as not everyone grooves to the same beat, not every internal clock ticks in unison. It's the circadian waltz, and everyone's got their own rhythm. Finding Your Unique Peak Productivity Hours: "Ever tried dancing to a beat that just doesn't vibe with you? Similarly, forcing tasks outside your peak productivity hours is like attempting the moonwalk when the music screams salsa. Understanding your circadian rhythms is the compass guiding you to your productivity sweet spot." In this dance of energy patterns, your circadian rhythms are the DJ, and you're the star of the show. So, put on your dancing shoes, let your internal rhythm guide you, and let's waltz into the next chapter of productivity – finding your peak hours!

Case Studies of Productivity Icons: Masters of the Peak Hour Tango

Unlocking the Chronicles: Ever wondered how the productivity gods and goddesses orchestrate their days? Let's dive into the riveting tales of productivity icons who've mastered the art of peak hour tango. Picture it as a backstage pass to their daily drama, where every move is a strategic dance step. 1. Elon Musk: The Galactic Maestro "Elon, the entrepreneur extraordinaire, doesn't just launch rockets; he launches his workday with precision. His peak productivity hours are like the countdown to a SpaceX launch – timed to perfection." Anecdote: Elon's morning routine is as calculated as a NASA mission control center. His to-do list doesn't just exist; it's a manifesto for conquering the cosmos. Coffee in hand, he zooms through tasks during his peak morning hours, turning productivity into a celestial spectacle. 2. Night Owl Queen: Oprah Winfrey "Oprah, the queen of talk shows, doesn't just enlighten audiences; she enlightens her own path to success. Her peak productivity hours are like a late-night talk show – vibrant, engaging, and leaving an indelible mark." Anecdote: Oprah's creative genius sparks when the stars come out. Late at night, she crafts her empire with the finesse of a nighttime artisan. The glow of her ideas rivals the moon, proving that for some, the night is where the real magic happens. 3. Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson: The Morning Gladiator "The Rock doesn't just lift weights; he lifts the productivity game to Herculean heights. His peak productivity hours are like a blockbuster movie premiere – intense, action-packed, and leaving you in awe." Anecdote: Dwayne's day begins at the crack of dawn, a time when most are in dreamland. His morning routine is the workout equivalent of a superhero transformation, setting the tone for a day that conquers tasks like a champion in the ring. In the grand theater of productivity, these icons aren't just performers; they're the directors of their own blockbuster hits. So, grab your popcorn, get ready for some backstage revelations, and let's learn from the productivity maestros who've danced their way to success!

The Coffee vs. Nap Debate: Brewing Energy or Napping Nirvana?

Brewing the Energy Elixir: Caffeine Chronicles Ever felt like your energy tank hit rock bottom? Welcome to the caffeine chronicles, where coffee becomes the superhero cape rescuing you from the clutches of lethargy. Picture it as the elixir of alertness, turning you from a drowsy sloth into a productivity powerhouse. Comparing the Jitters: Coffee Break vs. Power Nap "In the battle of energy-boosting champions, it's a showdown between the coffee cup and the cozy nap. It's like choosing between a caffeine-fueled race car or a nap-powered magic carpet – both promising to whisk you away from the land of fatigue." The Coffee Break Odyssey: Pros and Cons Pros: - Instant energy infusion, like a turbo boost for your brain. - Socially acceptable and doubles as a delightful ritual. Cons: - The impending caffeine crash: a rollercoaster of highs and lows. - The jitters – turning you into a caffeinated hummingbird. The Power Nap Voyage: Pros and Cons Pros: - Restorative power, like a midday siesta for your soul. - Improved mood and increased alertness post-nap. Cons: - Potential grogginess if the nap exceeds the Goldilocks duration. - The challenge of finding the perfect nap-friendly environment. Experimenting with Humor: A Caffeine-Nap Comedy Act "Why not blend the best of both worlds? It's like a fusion dance of wakefulness and relaxation. Have a coffee, then embark on a power nap journey. Wake up refreshed and caffeinated – the ultimate combo, a bit like Batman and Robin, each with its strength but better together." In this epic duel of rejuvenation, it's not just about sipping or snoozing; it's about creating your personalized energy symphony. So, whether you're team coffee, team nap, or the delightful combo team, may your energy be boundless and your productivity soaring!

Tools and Apps for Tracking Productivity: The Quirky Assistants of Efficiency

Unveiling the Productivity Circus: Ever wish you had a squad of productivity minions to keep you on track? Enter the productivity circus, where tools and apps play the role of quirky personal assistants, ensuring your tasks don't turn into a three-ring chaos. Imagine them as the circus ringmasters, orchestrating a seamless show of efficiency. The Alarm Clock Ringmaster: Rise and Shine, Productivity Edition Tools: - Sleep Cycle App: - Imagine your sleep cycle as a delicate dance. This app is the sleep choreographer, ensuring you wake up not feeling like a grumpy zombie, but more like a well-rehearsed ballerina. Humorous Comparison: - It's the ballet director of your nightly slumber, making sure each sleep position is a pirouette towards a productive day. The Task Management Juggler: Balancing Acts for the Win Tools: - Todoist, Trello, Asana: - These task management wizards are like the multitasking circus performers. They juggle your to-dos in the air, ensuring nothing falls through the cracks. Humorous Comparison: - Picture them as acrobats, gracefully flipping through your tasks without a safety net, because who needs one when your tasks are pros? The Energy Tracker Magician: Unveiling the Mysteries of Your Vigor Tools: - OptimizeMe: - This app is your energy wizard, decoding the magic behind your daily vigor. It tracks your activities and transforms them into energy spells. Humorous Comparison: - Consider it the Hogwarts of productivity, turning your mundane tasks into magical feats of efficiency. Emphasizing Data-Driven Insights: "In this circus of productivity, data is your lion tamer. It's not just about tracking; it's about mastering the beasts of distraction and procrastination, making them bow to the whip of data-driven insights." So, whether you're in the front row or center stage of this productivity circus, let the quirky assistants take the spotlight and turn your productivity spectacle into a standing ovation!

Introduction to Daily Routines: Your Symphony of Productivity

Welcome to the grand opera of your day – your daily routine. Imagine it as a musical masterpiece, with each note representing a task, and the rhythm dictating your energy levels. Your routine isn't a mundane checklist; it's the conductor orchestrating the symphony of your productivity. The Daily Routines Waltz: Dancing with Productivity "Ever felt like your day is a dance floor, and your tasks are waltzing around chaotically? Your routine is the dance instructor, guiding each task with the finesse of a ballroom maestro." In this enchanted waltz, your daily routine becomes the melody, and your energy patterns are the dance partners. Structuring your day based on these patterns is like choreographing a dance that syncs with the beats of your peak productivity, making every move a graceful step toward efficiency. The Impact: From Chaos to Choreography "Picture your routine as the script of a play. Without structure, it's a Shakespearean tragedy; with a well-crafted plan, it transforms into a Broadway hit. Your energy patterns are the plot twists, turning your day into a captivating story of productivity." So, grab your dancing shoes and prepare to waltz through the daily routine ballroom. Let the rhythm of your energy guide you, and let's embark on the journey of structuring routines that transform your day into a productivity symphony!

Building an Ideal Daily Routine: Crafting Your Productivity Recipe

In the grand kitchen of your day, crafting an ideal daily routine is akin to becoming the master chef of your own productivity feast. Think of it as concocting a potion that turns every mundane task into a magical experience. So, grab your apron and let's dive into the delightful realm of routine alchemy! Ingredients of the Ideal Daily Routine - Wake-up Ritual: The Morning Espresso Shot - Start your day with a burst of energy, a bit like the first sip of your favorite coffee. Whether it's a power breakfast or a sunrise stroll, set the tone for your day like a morning maestro. - Task Prioritization: The VIP Seating Arrangement - Prioritize tasks like arranging a VIP section at a concert. Some tasks are rockstars; others are the opening acts. Ensure the headliners (read: high-priority tasks) get the spotlight they deserve. - Energy-Bursting Breaks: The Intermission Magic - Like a theater intermission, schedule breaks to recharge. It's not just about a cup of tea; it's the backstage pass to your energy green room. - Lunchtime Symphony: The Gastronomic Crescendo - Lunch isn't just a meal; it's the gastronomic climax. Replenish your energy with a meal that transforms the midday slump into a culinary crescendo. - Afternoon Hustle: The Post-Lunch Jazz Session - Navigate the post-lunch dip like a jazz improvisation. Tackle tasks with a rhythm that keeps the productivity jazz band swinging. - Wrapping Up: The Grand Finale Bow - End your day with a grand finale. It's not just about closing tabs; it's the bow at the end of a successful performance. Experimentation: Finding Your Flavor "Creating your routine is like experimenting in a laboratory of productivity. Mix and match these ingredients, add your secret sauce of preferences, and voila – you've cooked up a routine that's uniquely yours. So, put on your chef's hat, spice up your day, and let the daily routine feast begin!"

Blocking Time for Peak Productivity Tasks: Mastering the Energy Chessboard

In the grand chessboard of productivity, time blocking becomes your strategic move, ensuring your peak productivity tasks don't end up as mere pawns. It's like orchestrating a symphony, where each task is a musical note, and time blocking ensures they play in perfect harmony. Prioritizing Peak Productivity: The Energy-Efficient Symphony "Ever tried solving a Rubik's Cube with your eyes closed? That's the equivalent of attempting high-energy tasks during productivity twilight. It's not just about prioritizing; it's about orchestrating a symphony where every note aligns with your peak energy crescendo." The Humorous Challenge: Demanding Tasks vs. Energy Slumps Picture this: You, armed with a to-do list resembling the Mount Everest of tasks, facing an energy slump that feels like quicksand. It's like trying to juggle flaming torches while riding a unicycle on an uneven tightrope. Tackling demanding tasks during low-energy periods? It's a comedy show, but you're the star, juggling tasks with the finesse of a clown. Effective Time Blocking Tips: The Energy Chess Moves - Identify Peak Energy Zones: - It's like finding the juiciest spot in a watermelon – mark those peak energy periods when your brain is the juiciest for tackling challenging tasks. - Prioritize High-Energy Tasks: - Think of your to-do list as a menu. Order the high-energy tasks as the main course; leave the low-energy ones as side dishes. - Create Task Blocks: - Imagine your day as a Lego castle. Each block represents a task, and time blocking is the meticulous stacking that ensures your castle doesn't crumble. - Embrace Flexibility: - It's not about building a productivity fortress; it's constructing a productivity jungle gym. Allow for flexibility, the kind that bends but doesn't break. In this game of energy chess, time blocking isn't just a move; it's the checkmate that ensures your peak productivity reigns supreme. So, grab your energy chessboard, make those strategic moves, and let the productivity victory dance begin!

Creating Buffer Zones: The Safety Net for Life's Plot Twists

In the unpredictable play of life, creating buffer zones is like having a safety net beneath your tightrope. It's the guardian angel that whispers, "Expect the unexpected," ensuring your routine doesn't crumble like a house of cards when life decides to play its wild card. Why Buffer Zones? The Unexpected Symphony "Ever tried completing a puzzle with missing pieces? Life's disruptions are the elusive pieces, and buffer zones are the placeholders that keep your productivity puzzle intact. It's not just about planning; it's about orchestrating a symphony that embraces life's unpredictable melodies." Relatable Scenarios: The Comedy of Interruptions Imagine this: You, in the midst of a productivity tango, and life suddenly throws a surprise dance partner at you. It's like rehearsing a Shakespearean play and having a dinosaur crash the stage. Buffer zones aren't just breaks; they're the backstage passes to handle life's unexpected cameo appearances. The Humorous Mindset: Life's Stand-Up Comedy Show "Picture disruptions as stand-up comedians crashing your productivity comedy club. Instead of heckling, let's join the laughter. Buffer zones aren't roadblocks; they're the punchlines that turn disruptions into comedic interludes. Life's unexpected plot twists? They're the quirky side characters in your daily sitcom." Maintaining a Humorous Mindset: - It's not about turning disruptions into tragedies; it's about embracing them like plot twists in your favorite sitcom. Consider life's interruptions as the laugh track, and suddenly, your routine becomes a comedy masterpiece. In this grand circus of routines, buffer zones aren't just safety nets; they're trapeze swings, allowing you to gracefully navigate the unexpected aerial stunts of life. So, spread those wings, create your buffer zones, and let the circus of productivity continue its enchanting performance!

Mindfulness and Energizing Breaks: The Power Duo of Consistent Energy

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luvranton · 1 month ago

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I HAVE A WHOLE PLAYLIST but i am very scared about getting a character wrong in any way shape or form so i’ve always been hesitant to share 😭 but here’s some because i love darlin’

conspiracy - paramore (teen!darlin or darlin right after quinn coded i fear)

ain’t it fun - paramore (darlin after healing from quinn and their thoughts on him after the fact :)) GET HIS ASS)

you love me - kimya dawson (HEAVY on this one PLEASEEE read the lyrics!! it reminds me of darlin growing up, recounting their life experiences then realising how gentle love can be when it’s the right person/people)

impacto - enjambre (depends heavily on the verse you’re looking at i think, it could be about darlin @ quinn or sam, eg ‘you transmit the sun’s shame to me’ vs ‘who in it’s radiance is overshadowed by your side’ etc)

my body is a cage - arcade fire (i don’t like this one much myself but auughhhh)

mi capitán - kiltro (⬇️🥲)

matilda - harry styles (sam @ darlin screams and cries)

brand new city - mitski (‘i should move to a brand new city and teach myself how to die’ are you KIDDING MEEE /pos)

everest - beabadoobee (i think this one reflects heavily on darlin’s progress with their mental health and their outlook on life without/after quinn)

not a lot, just forever - adrianne lenker (just wanted to add adrianne lenker in here /hj i’m sure they have more darlin’ coded songs that are better fits than this one but the particular part that goes ‘to protect my infancy from my ex-believer / and i try to calm the wolf / to remind her i am both just makes me think of them)

snow - ricky montgomery (just wanted to add ricky montgomery in here. again /hj this one might be a bit of a stretch, but it makes me think of sam and what coping with the circumstances of his turning was like, darlin freshly out of their relationship with quinn, and how darlin and sam bond in spite of/because of their turmoil)

i’m sure i missed many good ones from my big big playlist but here’s some i like :Dc

HELP

people of redacted tumblr, i need song recs that remind you of Darlin/ their storyline and character, and why the song reminds you of them. please, i need more daydreaming content for their character

thank you 💃💃💃

#redacted fandom #redacted tank #redacted darlin #redacted headcanons #redacted audio

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pleb-the-original · 2 years ago

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Day 27: Suggestion

(So I haven’t done this in a hot minute. Yeah sorry about that but I’ll try to get the rest of these knocked out so I can move on to the next list which will definitely not be done by the end of June. So now, my suggestion. I asked some friends in discord and one told me Eddie the Yeti. Like from the DKC tv show. I figured I could work with that since I already had the idea of Freezie demons being the cause of those sightings. But somehow, maybe it was the song associated with him, but my mind went to music. Something about the idea of this yeti just screamed jazz to me. So instead of investigating cryptid stuff, this became an exercise in using as much jazz slang as possible. You’re welcome.) Hey hey hey! What’s hopping hop cat? An interview? Yeah I’m down for a goof. Folks call me Eddie the Yeti. Been Eddie ever since I picked up my axe. Yeti part just comes from my time up on Everest. Ah naw, they ain’t all me. I’ve known plenty of other guys like me who’ve been used as Yeti sightings. Word of wisdom baby doll, every single sighting of cryptid apes up there are all us furball Freezies. I’ve known a few fly pals in my time who’ve been responsible for sightings. Even the old crumbs in the crowd sometimes get their time as a Yeren or a Yowie. Fine, we can continue. Ya don’t have to give me the icy mitt here. Chill Chops? Doll, I'm the founder of this place! This club has been my crib since I started to feel the jazz in my soul. Contrary to popular belief, Freezies like me go out onto the mortal realm all the time. See once again the worldwide cases of giant apes. I’ve always been a city slicker at heart. My vibe is with the crowd. However I never knew how to get anyone to actually stick around until that fateful day I decided to hop in a place to see if they had anything good in the ol’ gutbucket. I dunno if it was just the talent of the man on stage or the alcohol making his song sound so much sweeter, but when I heard my first tune up there it practically rewired my soul man. I spent all the kale I had with me to keep drinking there just so they wouldn’t kick me out. I mean he was bad, badder than bad. Practically the cat’s meow! So I bought an axe the moment I got more kale and set to work. Course at first I was nothin’ more than a rusty gate. The boogie men back then were brutal to me, both down here and up there. But I kept at it. Now I’m smokin’ every moment I hit the stage. Then I needed to find the rest of the band. That was actually the easiest part, I just accepted anyone who could play a good lick. Personally, my guy on tubs is probably the best however. Then we set up shop right down here in the Dark Market. Down here, I don’t have to worry about voot or needing a fancy zoot. All I need is to make sure the java is rolling and the barnburners keep coming. Aw c’mon doll, stick around a while. I can show ya some real hot stuff. (Don’t worry guys about the ending there, he just played a sax solo. But this was an interesting case. I am excited for all of us to track the musical development in hell. I could do without the flirting though. My body may not be as slick as it used to be, but my claws still lingered to tear his stupid smug smile in two with all that flirting. There is still that news about the percentage of furred Freezies that have contributed to ape cryptid sightings. I guess the guy back at home base might be correct, every initial sighting of an ape cryptid was a Freezie. We really need to report more on their impact on everything. I mean we only just released the article about the Freezie and their hellhound that caused the Dyatlov Pass incident! But I’ll save the rest of my grievances when I get this organized. -Kana′tĭ

#chimeraquest #writing #sea creature #prompt list #suggestion #yeti #eddie the yeti #jazz #jazz slang #like so much jazz slang #its ridiculous #wampus cat #freezie #catalogue

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Drunk in Love (Gottrosenali) - Writworm42

A/N: Mik gets very, very drunk and acts even dumber than usual. His boyfriends come to reign him in. TW for heavy alcohol use/drunkeness. Thank you x1000000 to Holtz for beta-ing <3 title from Drunk in Love by Beyonce.

Rosé had never thought of himself as old, not really. Sure, he jokes about it, especially on days where he sleeps wrong and strains his neck or his back hurts for no reason, or nights where he just can’t keep his eyes open past eleven. But he can still party, still drink, still recovers quickly from even the most stunt-heavy gigs. So he’s not old, or so he used to think.

Then he and Denali started dating Mik.

Mik isn’t unreasonable; he’s happy to spend a quiet night at home now and again. But ninety percent of the time, even when he’s not working, he wants to go out to the club or the bar, some friend’s party or some event he saw on Instagram. And that’s fine; Denali and Rosé will come along, make an appearance and have fun for a few hours.

It’s when it’s the fourth night in a row that Mik expects them to be out until 3 AM that’s the real problem. As young and hip as both of them still claim to be, keeping up with Mik is like trying to play tag with the energizer bunny. The kid can drink them both under the table and still be up the next day with only a mild headache, and he can dance in heels for the entire night without needing to take them off. Hell, Rosé has seen Mik up at 4:30 AM before while looking completely unbothered, and when he wakes up at noon the next day he’s not even so much as a little bit groggy.

So it’s no surprise that sometimes, Denali and Rosé have to bow out to recover from the adventures Mik drags them into, instead staying home to watch the news and head to bed early.

Not that that makes them old. It doesn’t.

Really. It doesn’t.

Unfortunately, his body doesn’t seem to agree with him when he’s snapped out of sleep one night by his phone ringing, his eyes sore from the strain of being kept open as he gropes around in the dark for the source of the blaring noise.

“Wha—Rosie?” Denali stirs beside him, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he sits up and watches Rosé answer the call.

“It’s 2 o’clock in the morning, Kandy, what could you possibly need?” he hisses, too tired and pissed to care if Kandy hears him clearly over the thumping music in the background.

“You need to come get your man!” Kandy practically screams, causing Rosé to jerk back and bring his phone away from his ear. “Like, now!”

Jesus Christ.

Rosé is about to ask what Mik has done, but he’s cut off by screaming in the background, a very familiar one that he instantly recognizes as his boyfriend’s.

“ Whozzat Kandlee whozzit whozzit OH MY GOD IS IT PIZZA? Gagged oh my gag, I want pizza can you call pizza make it extra pep—Pepe—fuck, just make it cheese—“

Rosé pinches the bridge of his nose when the next thing he hears is a series of thuds and then a little WHOO followed by peals of Mik’s drunken laughter.

“We have to go get him, don’t we?” Denali flops back down onto his pillow with a groan, and it almost pains Rosé to nod, poking his partner to get him up again.

“Send me the address, we’ll be there ASAP.”

—

The club is loud and dark, flashes of coloured lights exploding every few seconds but still not quite managing to illuminate much more than the silhouettes of people packed into every square inch of the room, dancing against each other or standing with drinks in hand, yelling over the beat vibrating the floor under Rosé’s feet as he walks. Behind him, Denali’s hand squeezes his shoulder, the other man holding on tightly so as not to get lost as they scan through the chaos to try and find their boyfriend.

Not that they have to look for long; they’re only about halfway through the dancefloor when Mik’s voice catches their ears, loud and hoarse and slurring so much they can hardly understand what he’s screaming.

One look at who he’s screaming at, though, and they already know that whatever’s going on can’t be good.

“Hey, hey, asshole! Hey, I said fight me! Come on, you afraid? Fight me fight me fight me!” Mik is screeching in the face of a man twice his size as he fights against Kandy’s hold, trying to get closer to the guy. To his credit, the stranger doesn’t even bat an eye, just ignores Mik like he’s a fly buzzing around him. Which, size- and muscles-wise, Mik pretty much is.

“Oh, fuck, thank God you guys are here,” Kandy grunts as Rosé and Denali push themselves over to the scene, sighing deeply in tandem as Mik continues to wriggle in his friend’s arms. “I don’t even know what his problem is, he just saw this guy and decided he want to fight him--”

“That’s right, that’s right-- HEY!” Mik catches sight of Denali and Rosé and immediately stills, grinning widely, and for a moment, Rosé thinks it’s over, that just the sight of them has tamed drunk-Mik enough that he won’t antagonize the meathead still miraculously ignoring him any more.

It’s wishful thinking, though, because not even a moment later, Mik is turning back to the guy, eyes narrowing as he hisses, “My boyfriends are here now, they’ll fuck you up, you wait and see--”

Of course, it’s just their luck that it’s that threat that finally wakes the troll, the guy turning to stare at he and Denali and frowning deeply before he puts his drink back down on the bar and stands up from his seat, immediately towering over them.

“Listen, I don’t know what your guys’ problem is--” the man clenches his jaw, fists balling by his sides, and wow , his pecs are huge, like size-of-Mik’s-head huge, and if one of them doesn’t say something fast, Rosé just knows that all four of them are gonna wind up getting thrown through a wall.

So he smiles, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply before stepping forward and laying a hand on the guy’s shoulder.

“Listen, mama. I’m gonna level with you, okay?” He locks eyes with the man, who doesn’t look particularly impressed, but who nonetheless listens as Rosé continues, “It’s two-thirty in the morning. I just got here. My back hurts just standing right now, and I’m going to wake up with a splitting migraine tomorrow. My boyfriend is drunk out of his mind, and between you and me, even when he’s not, he’s an absolute idiot. Neither of us came to fight you. We just wanna take him home, put him to bed, and then possibly ground him for the rest of his life after he wakes up and has nothing but Advil for breakfast tomorrow. What do you say, baby, can you let us off scott-free just this once?” he winks, hoping that seals the deal, and either it works or the man just doesn’t care enough, because he rolls his eyes, breaking free of Rosé’s touch and climbing back into his seat with a huff.

“Whatever, man. Just get his drunk ass home.”

Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to be a satisfactory answer for Mik, who finally breaks free from Kandy, surging forward and pointing towards the man.

“Hey, asshole! This isn’t over, I’m gonna--”

Before he can finish, though, Rosé picks the younger boy up and tosses him over his shoulder without another word, ignoring the kicking and screaming and tossing one last apologetic smile and wink to the man before following Denali back through the crowd and out of the club.

The ride home is tense, Denali having to turn up the radio all the way to keep himself awake at the wheel while Rosé attempts to keep a singing Mik from unbuckling his seatbelt to climb up front. Thank God the club isn’t too far from their apartment; by the time they’ve parked, Mik isn’t even singing the same songs as the radio anymore, and the not-so-dulcet screeches aren’t exactly music to Rosé’s ears, especially not this late, when he’s this annoyed.

“Can you just please, please be quiet?” he growls as he unbuckles the younger man, scooping him up again to carry him towards the building’s door. There’s no real need for the request, though; because the minute they reach the elevator, Rosé realizes with a jolt that Mik has gone completely quiet.

“Is he asleep or dead?” Denali peers over as Rosé looks down at the man in his arms, genuinely wondering the same. But then Mik lets out a quiet snore, and both Rosé and Denali breathe out a sigh of relief.

Good; it means tomorrow they’ll be able to kill him themselves.

—

It’s almost eleven o’clock the next morning when Mik finally trudges out of bed, squinting and frowning against the sunlight that trickles in through the kitchen window.

“Well, if it isn’t sleeping ugly,” Rosé teases, grinning in petty delight when Mik doesn’t respond, only flips him off before collapsing into the seat beside him at the table. “Feeling good after last night?”

“I legitimately feel like I’m going to die.” Mik groans, putting his head down on the table in front of him.

“Here, have some water instead.” Denali suggests kindly, coming around the kitchen counter to put down a large glass full of ice water in front of the younger man, followed by an extra-strength Advil and extra-strength Tylenol tucked in a napkin. Mik takes them both in one big swig, gulping down the water like he’s found a stream in the desert and not stopping until the glass is empty save for the few cubes he hasn’t sucked into his mouth to crunch on.

“Was I really that drunk?” Mik asks, wincing at the tiny thump the glass makes as he sets it back down on the table. “‘Cause honestly, you guys, I don’t remember any of it, but I don’t usually get this hungover--”

“When we came to pick you up, a dude the size of Everest was about to pound your ass into the ground, and not in the good way, so yes, you really were that drunk.” Rosé snorts, and he has to admit, it’s kind of satisfying to see Mik’s eyes bug out of his head when he realizes the trouble he’d caused, the danger he’d put himself--and, by extension, Rosé, Denali, and Kandy--in.

“Holy shit,” he starts, “Guys, I’m—“

“We know,” Denali ruffles Mik’s hair before walking back into the kitchen, opening the fridge and scanning its contents, “It’s okay.”

“As long as you’re safe.” Rosé affirms, and as much as he wants to keep being bitter, he means it—he really would take a thousand sleepless nights for the man sitting beside him.

“Thanks for understanding.” Mik sighs out in relief, leaning back in his chair.

In the kitchen, Denali begins to take food out of the fridge, placing coconut oil, flour, and vegan bacon on the counter, and Rosé can’t help but roll his eyes and smile when he sees Mik eye the ingredients hungrily.

“Tell you what, baby, how bout you go back to sleep, and we’ll call you when breakfast is ready, ‘kay?”

Mik just nods, licking his lips, before standing up and beginning to head back towards the bedroom. He stops, though, when he hears Rosé’s voice piping up one more time.

“Oh, and Kade?” Rosé’s petty streak comes back just a little when Mik freezes at hearing his real name, satisfaction tickling at Rosé’s chest when Mik turns around to face him again, swallowing hard.

“Yeah?”

“You ever pull that shit again, Kandy’s stuffing your ass in an Uber and you’re sleeping on the couch.”

#rpdr fanfiction #gottmik #denali foxx #rosé #denali x gottmik x rosé #canon compliant #sluff #poly #s13 #writworm42

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ffroppydisk · 10 months ago

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I will pretend people asked, so here is my analysis of this song for aftg:

Ti prego, non cominciare Sai che per me è già difficile credere a quanto mi facevi male Ma, se me l'avessi chiesto, avrei scalato l'Everest a mani nude Anche se odio il freddo e soffro pure di vertigini, io me ne frego Quando menti, io ti credo

(Please, don't even start it/ you know it's already hard for me to believe how much you hurt me/ But had you asked, I would have climbed the Everest with my bare hands/ Even if I hate the cold and I am scared of hights, I wouldn't care / When you lie, I believe you)

CLEARLY Jean talking to Kevin. I would say even Riko, but he *would* care, had it been riko. So no. Moving on.

So che sono più di mille quelle cose di me che non tolleravi (I know there's more than a thousand things about me you couldn't stand) Parlare con te è come cercare di afferrare il vento con le mani (Talking to you it's like trying to grab the wind with my hands) Se avevo un problema, mi dicevi di parlarne con chi se ne intende (When I had a problem, you'd tell me to talk to [specialists])

Jean to Kevin? to Riko? I GUESS WHY NOT BOTH. The last sentence is not really kevjean coded because they would help each other but now? Post AFTG is it still so or would Kevin suggest Bee as well?

Guardavo cadere tutto a pezzi come fosse l'11 settembre (I looked at everything crumbling down as if it was 9/11) Dimmi ancora una bugia, poi una bugia, poi la verità (Tell me another lie, then a lie, then the truth) Era tutto una follia, però una follia per te non si fa (It was all madmen's doing, but that's not something you'd do/we could do for you [tn: it could be both]) Non ero più a casa mia, neanche a casa mia, solo mille guai (I wasn't at home anymore, not even when I was at my house, only a thousand messes) Penso a Davide e Golia, io sarò Golia, tu mi ucciderai (I think about David and Goliath, I will be Goliath, you'll kill me) E te l'avrei lasciato fare, perché ero fuori di testa (And I would have let you, because I was out of my mind) Dimmi, quando ci si perde, a cosa serve fare festa? (Tell me, when you're lost, what's the point of partying?) Fumo 'sti fiori del male, tutto quello che mi resta (I smoke those flowers of evil [weed?], everything that I have left) Ora che mi sento inerme come un verme in fondo al mezcal (Now that I feel powerless as a worm at the bottom of a mezcal)

I just think Kevjean. Okay? Okay. Like some parts are more from Jean to Kev and some others the opposite but!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU'LL KILL ME AND I WOULD HAVE LET YOU???????????? i know its prob more jean to riko, if we take it physically. But on a personal level??? When Kev left "sliding his throat"????????????????? IDK IM SCREAMING. Also the fleurs du mal, the weed thing... it is obviously deeper even for Lazza but at the same time... if it were alcohol, it could be Kevin. Or it could be Jean if we talk about the "spleen", the solitude???, the feeling removed from the rest of society?????????? That's all he has left now that he's changed everything and i just aaaa

Scordati che mi conosci, ora è tardi anche se piangi (Forget you know me, now it's too late even if you cry) È inutile che mi angosci, mi mandi cento messaggi (It's useless that you bother me, send me 100 texts) A cui non risponderò, non ne sono più capace (To which I won't reply, I can't anymore) Sono diventato tutto ciò che odiavo e ti assicuro non mi piace (I have become everything I hated and I assure you I don't like it) Dimmelo se te ne accorgi, siamo diventati grandi (Tell me if you realise, we've grown up) Anche se ho dieci orologi, non recupererò gli anni (Even if I wear 10 clocks, I won't get those years back) Scusa se non tornerò, non sai quanto mi dispiace (I'm sorry that I won't come back, you have no idea how much I am) Che abbiamo fatto la guerra, ma non sapevamo come fare pace ([Because] we've waged war, but had no idea how to make ammend)

I just TT. It's so kevjean??? I guess first 4 is jean talking, second 4 is Kevin but TT I just TT Since TSC came out, with all of Jean's inner monologue giving more and more deets about what they have been like... I just can't listen to this song and think about anything else.

Now there's a part in the song that it's just about a breakup. I do think Kevin/Riko might fit, but it's unimportant.

Until this:

'Sto mondo a misura d'uomo mi fa sentire in castigo (This man-shaped world feels like some retribution)

Tell me you guys on tumblr see it as well and I've not gone crazy. Please.

wait omg apparently you are Italian/know Italian (anche ioooo) so I need to share something that has been rotting my brain for like at least a week and a half.

This song is so Kevjean coded. Sometimes it even includes KevinxRiko but it's minor.

Do you agree? have I gone crazy? is it just my brainrot making me see aftg wherever? (I mean probs but at this point I'm too far gone)

PLS oddio non ascolto musica italiana quindi non ho mai cagato Lazza o altri artisti ma mo che l'ho sentita e provato a immaginare I CAN SAY CHE IT ACTUALLY HAS A KIND OF KEVJEAN VIBES🫠🫠🫠

#hey op sorry for this long ass textpost under your ask #kevjean #kevin riko #riko moriyama #jean moreau #kevin day #aftg #tsc #tsc spoilers #song analysis #i think i have too much time right now

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jamielea81 · 5 years ago

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Conversations

Back to the Beginning

Description: You accompany your friends on a day trip to Animal Kingdom Theme Park where you meet Scott Evans by chance. This one afternoon leads to a year long friendship with both Chris and Scott over text messages and phone calls.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Fluff!

Word Count: 2,584

A/N: This is one of two one shots I promised for this series. This also is part of @allaboutthebooz 1,000 followers challenge. Congrats my beautiful friend! The song I chose for the challenge is How Long Will I Love You by Ellie Goulding. Song lyrics are in italics.

Conversations Series

“My feet hurt,” you whined.

“Why does that not surprise me?” Jana asked.

Brooks hooked his arm in yours, Jana grabbing your other. “Keep up, Buttercup,” he said.

As much as they teased you, they were your best friends and you missed them terribly. Thank goodness Disney always had something major in the works. You were able to fly out to Orlando, a few times a year, often staying with Jana and Brooks. They had a little one, Peter, who loved his Aunty and didn’t mind sharing his parents with. Peter was staying with Brooks’ brother for a few days so that his parents could have “an adult trip”.

The three of you were trying to keep stride with the rather large group you were touring Disney’s Animal Kingdom with. It wasn’t just the three of you like it always used to be. It was the whole Evans clan, well, Chris’ immediate family including the kids. That part wasn’t new to you, but Chris had invited your mother and your brother Heath as well as Jana and Brooks too.

It was odd having your family there. It was all new to your mom as she had never gone. Heath had gone to the parks with you and your dad when you both were kids. But for all the years you lived in Orlando, they never wanted to go on the rare times they visited you.

Chris had booked several rooms on the same floor at the Beach Club Resort. Carly and here family were in the room next to yours that had an adjoining door. This was at the insistence of Stella who had taken a liking to you over the last couple of years. Chris kept it locked after the two of you had gone to bed each night. The first night, he made the mistake of not locking it, only to be woken up at six in the morning by a little girl with wild hair. Neither of you were dressed. Thankfully the blankets on the bed were pulled up to your neck because you kept the thermostat very low.

For some unholy reason, Chris had insisted on vacationing in July rather than October. With Carly’s kids in school, it was harder to pull them out for vacation. At least that’s what he said. When you mentioned it to Carly, she shrugged as if it weren’t a big deal. So, here you were, with sweaty feet that hurt, and really, sweaty everything.

Taylor, your Disney cast member that was in charge of handling your large group was currently weaving you through the exit of Kali River Rapids at your insistent request. Not everyone liked water rides, but you had no complaints today.

Chris grabbed your hand and helped you onto the raft, taking the seat next to you. You had been photographed with Chris enough over the last three years that the two of you just didn’t care anymore. Your name was out there. You had been written about. But in the end, it didn’t really bother you.

How long will I love you As long as stars are above you And longer if I can

The first drop came and went, with only a light splash misting you. No matter how much you begged to whatever God that was listening in your head, the darn raft would always manage to turn and soak another member of your party as the ride began.

The rapids started to pick up, leading you to flow under a bridge that water dripped down from like rain. It felt like sweet relief as the cool water rand down your head to your back and chest. A smile instantly appeared on your face. Chris lifted your linked hand to his lips, kissing it and lowering it down. You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder for just a moment as your raft started to spin causing a giggle to erupt from your lips.

How long will I be with you As long as the sea is bound to Wash up on the sand

The big drop was in sight. The raft slowly spun causing you all to fill with nervous laughter.

“No. No. No!” Chris chanted as your side of the raft had turned so that two of you were facing completely backward from the drop. And just like it was meant to be, a large wave of water hit your back first, then ultimately ran down the front of you soaking everything, including your shoes.

Oh well.

“Feeling better?” Chris asked, soaking wet arm slung over your soaking wet shoulders.

“Much,” you smiled, grabbing a large portion of your t-shirt and wringing the water out.

“Good! Because we’re going on Everest next.”

You were tongue tied. Void of words. Out of your mind. Whatever you wanted to call it; you couldn’t speak. On the last two trips with Chris you had avoided riding the demon coaster. He didn’t even bring it up on those previous trips, now he was leading you there as if it were second nature.

Like the five-year-old you were sometimes, you stopped walking, causing Chris to also stop since his fingers were linked with yours.

“Sassy…”

“Christopher…” you mimicked in the same tone.

“We’re all going on together. Even your Ma is goin’ on.”

“But I don’t want to,” you pouted. “Scott!” you yelled. He was about twenty feet in front of you, hand in hand with Zach.

You pulled Chris along, to catch up with Scott.

“What can I do for you my lady?” he asked, releasing Zach’s hand and giving you a bow.

You ignored his antics. “Your brother is making me go on Everest. He’s not even feeding me tequila like you did. Shouldn’t we be hitting up Nomad Lounge? Tell him,” you insisted.

Zach chuckled, but quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

“Come on, Sassy. It’s been a long time since you’ve ridden it. There’s enough of us here, we’re going to pretty much take up the whole coaster. How cool is that going to be?” Scott asked.

“And you rode without us!” Jana piped in.

Where did she even come from?

“Fine. But you owe me drinks after. And this is the last time.” You turned to face Chris. “The last time I ride this death trap.”

Chris pulled you to him, wrapping his arms around your middle. You hesitantly wrapped your arms around him. He kissed your cheek, then your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

How long will I want you As long as you want me to And longer by far

“Back row baby!” Chris said, pulling you into the last corral.

Looking around, it was odd. It was only your large group waiting to ride. The park wasn’t shut down as it was only mid-afternoon. The only other people waiting for the next train were Taylor and two other cast members working the attraction.

“No, babe. I want to ride with Scott. He was supposed to ride with me the first time, but bailed last second.”

Scott scoffed in the corral in front of you. “I did not bail on you. I just can’t do back row. Besides, I could tell you were the type to squeeze the life out of my hand and my brother is better at that sort of thing. All muscle. No brain.”

It was Chris’ turn to scoff as he pushed Scott in the chest in retaliation.

“Children…” you threatened. “Let’s switch Zach. You back here with Chris and I’m in front of you with Scott.”

Zach looked to Scott and Scott turned to look at Chris.

“No, baby,” Chris said softly. “Ride with me. It’ll be romantic.” He wrapped his arms around you, caging in your arms at your sides. “Like the first time we rode together. Except this time, we know each other and you aren’t just some random girl my brother stuck me with.”

You dropped your head against his chest. “Mean,” you mumbled.

“Please ride with me. Who better to keep you safe?” he asked sweetly, rocking the two of you back and forth.

You nodded your head against his shoulder.

How long will I give to you As long as I live through you However long you say

The train pulled up and everyone started to board. You got in first with Chris sitting next to you. You pulled the lap bar to you, checking several times that it was in place while Chris fiddled with his pockets. He sometimes liked to pull out his phone and snap selfies while he rode. No doubt he was probably hoping to get some embarrassing shots of you.

The coaster started to move, winding down the grassy path helping to aid in drying your wet hair. This was the part that you were able to keep your eyes open for. Even as the train started its ascent, your eyes remained open. Chris gabbed on to your hand that was closest to him while your other had already cemented itself to the lap bar. He brought your linked hands to his lips kissing it three times.

“I got you,” he said.

“I know. Eyes are closing now. Okay?” you replied.

Chris chuckled. “God, I love you.”

“Lo-love. You. Too. Can’t. Speak. Now.”

Chris chuckled again. But you couldn’t comment on his laughter because you were in freak out mode once again. You couldn’t scream. You couldn’t speak. You just needed to hold as tight as you could. Some how Chris’ hand released yours and you quickly grabbed on to the lap bar with that hand as the coaster started to go backwards.

So much for having me. He was going to hear about that.

You felt the drops from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. You were too old for this shit and you were putting your foot down, once it was back on ground. No more Everest for you. Ever.

“Babe. Baby. Open your eyes. It’s over with. We’re pulling back into the loading zone.”

You nodded your head and opened your eyes to see that you had just pulled back into the loading zone and surprisingly it was empty as well.

Getting out of the train car on wobbly legs, you followed slowly behind your group. “Did they close this down for us?” you asked.

“Must have,” he answered simply.

Chris grabbed your hand once again and lead you to the where the ride photos displayed on screens. Your group waited patiently for the photos appear while you pulled your phone out of your back pocket.

“You guys do know that they’ll show up automatically on the app, right? We don’t need to wait here. Besides, Scott owes me a drink.”

“Will you just go with the flow for once?” Scott asked. “Some people want to see their pics now rather than waiting for an hour for it to load on the app.” He said pinching your side.

“Ow!” you yelled. “Brat!”

The photos appeared on the screens in front of you capturing everyone’s attention. Looking through each one, you caught the happy and scared expressions on everyone’s face. Your mother, like you, had her eyes closed while your brother’s hands were thrown in the air, blocking the view of Shanna that was behind him.

You found your photo and immediately see that your eyes were shut and you had a tight closed smile on your face. That wasn’t anything new. While Chris would normally have a big grin for the camera with his arms in the air, he was instead looking at you. You walked closer to the screens while others seemed to part giving you a clear path. He had something in his hand. The same hand that was holding yours, but let go during the ride. It was a small black box.

That’s odd.

“Babe?” you called out, still looking at the picture. “What’s in your hand?”

When he didn’t answer, you turned around to look for him, but you didn’t have to look far. Chris stood behind you, one knee on the ground with that same black box in his hand. Your eyes went wide. Your families and friends circled around the two of you with soft smiles on their faces.

“Baby,” Chris said softly. “Baby, please look at me.”

You shook your head out of your thoughts and let your eyes focus on Chris in front of you.

“Hi,” you said hesitantly, causing a few giggles from your group.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Chris replied, licking his lips. “You’ve been a big part of my life since the day you called me babe. I guess I have to thank Scott for that.”

“You owe me!” Scott shouted.

“Anyway,” Chris said, slightly rolling his eyes and giving you a big toothy grin. “I love you sweetheart. I love your independence. I love your heart. I love all the sacrifices you have made to make our life better.”

“You’ve made sacrifices for us too,” you interrupted.

And he had. Over the last year, Chris had cut back on the number of projects he was taking on. He spent a lot more time at home with you and Dodger. He made several trips with you to Minnesota to see your family. The two of you had taken several vacations together. And he didn’t hassle you when you ultimately wrote a story or two while you lounged by the ocean or sat by a roaring fire.

“Sorry,” you smiled. “Please continue.”

“I love that you apologize when you interrupt me,” he joked. You shook your head and stuck your tongue out at him. “You keep me on my toes. You keep me honest. I honest to God wouldn’t know what I would do if you weren’t in my life.”

Chris opened the box revealing a diamond ring in your favorite cut. You often wore a ring that once belonged to your grandmother. You had told him it was your favorite cut and apparently, he had remembered.

You heard a couple of oohs from your group. Chris looked up and gave them a cocky grin. “Do you mind? I’m kind of in the middle of somethin’ here.”

Leave it to Chris to plan an engagement in front of a crowd and keep it light.

He turned back to you and reached for you to come closer, which you did.

“Sweetheart, what I’m trying to say is you’re my other half. Will you make me even happier than I could ever ask for by being my wife?”

You gave him your hand and nodded your head yes. The words weren’t coming out, but apparently that didn’t stop the tears that started to slip down your cheeks.

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

You dropped to both of your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck because he was just too far away from you. “Yes,” you whispered into his ear. “Yes, baby. I want you to be my husband.”

“She said yes!” he yelled causing you to laugh and cry even harder into his neck. One of his hands rubbed your back. “So, what do you say Sassy? Are you going to let me put this ring on where it belongs?”

You laughed again and pulled back, whipping the tears from your face. Chris took the ring out of the box and slide it onto your left ring finger.

“I love you,” you mouthed over the chorus of cheers and clapping.

“I love you too, baby.”

How long will I love you As long as stars are above you

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Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays Chapter 6

Who the F*ck’s Rebecca? OR How the 3 Gays got Together

Virgil learns about Roman’s childhood, specifically his sister and how he ended up dating Patton and Logan.

Warning: Misgendering of a character (but no one knows that the character is trans)

Yes, Roman and Remus are brothers. Explanations are listed at the bottom

Chapter 5 | Masterlist | Chapter 7

V- (2:07 PM) Let it Go was the best song in Frozen and you cannot convince me otherwise

R- (2:07 PM) I respect your opinion, but hear me out: Love is an Open Door

V- (2:08 PM) No

R- (2:08 PM) What about Fixer Upper?

V- (2:09 PM) Still no.

P- (2:09 PM) I really liked Olaf’s song about Summer!

L- (2:10 PM) I personally enjoyed the reprise of First Time in Forever.

R- (2:10 PM) You like almost any song with a reprise

L- (2:10 PM)I will not argue that, as successfully executed reprises are “lit.”

R- (2:11 PM) Ah, and who among us could forget the absolute BOP that is… that weird ice-cutting song.

P- (2:11 PM) I don’t know, Roman. I think that song is, pretty COOL

R- (2:11 PM) Oh, lookout

V- (2:12 PM) What? He’s just saying it’s a CHILLED out groove.

R- (2:12 PM) Ugh

L- (2:12 PM) We might need you two to leave this chat if you don’t stop.

Virgil laughed, throwing his phone on the bed and stripping out of his clothes. He just finished jogging home from Janus’ (he didn’t own a car right now, preferring to walk or have Janus pick him up). It was a lazy afternoon in late September, and all Virgil wanted to do was get out of these sweaty clothes and maybe take a nap. He heard his phone go off multiple times as he got dressed, probably Patton and Logan arguing about the purpose of puns. He flopped down onto his bed and grabbed his phone, checking the new messages.

P- (2:14 PM) Lo, the Princes are calling.

L- (2:14 PM) Tell Roman not to answer, Patton. We’ve been over this.

P- (2:14 PM) They’re asking about us, Lo.

L- (2:14 PM) Tell Roman to hang up. They’re not worth it.

P- (2:15 PM) They’re yelling now, L. They brought up Rebecca. What do I do?

L- (2:15 PM) Just walk into another room, Patton. Ignore them. Do you want me to call you?

P- (2:15 PM) No, I’m good. Just keep texting me. I need a distraction.

Now, Virgil had no idea about what the fuck was going on. But he knew how to distract someone. He’d just have to trust them to tell him later.

V- (2:16 PM) Did you know that octopi have 3 hearts?

L- (2:16 PM) What

P- (2:16 PM) That just means they have more love to give!

V- (2:17 PM) The longest recorded flight of a chicken is 13 seconds

P- (2:17 PM) Such a good bird!

V- (2:17 PM) Babies do not regularly produce tears until they are 1-3 months old

L- (2:18 PM) Ah, I think I understand now

V- (2:18 PM) A ‘jiffy’ is an actual unit of time. It stands for 1/1000th of a second

L- (2:18 PM) Falsehood. A jiffy is 1/100th of a second

V- (2:19 PM) Sorry, my hand must’ve slipped.

L- (2:19 PM) You would be unable to walk on Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus or Neptune because they have no solid surface.

L- (2:20 PM) An asteroid about the size of a car enters Earth’s atmosphere roughly once a year. However, it burns up before it can reach us.

L- (2:20 PM) The highest mountain known to man is on an asteroid called Vesta. It is approximately three times the height of Mount Everest.

P- (2:21 PM) I think they hung up. Thanks for keeping me company, Kiddos!

L- (2:21 PM) It was not an issue, Patton.

V- (2:21 PM) Yeah, no problem Pat. Now can someone explain what just happened?

L- (2:23 PM) As you can probably tell, I am not home at the moment. Apparently, Roman’s parents decided to call him and an argument broke out. The rest is not my place to say.

Virgil bit his lip, refusing to look at his phone screen. Did Virgil have the right to ask about that. It was obviously a very sensitive topic, and Virgil had only known Roman for about 3 months now. Virgil felt like he knew a lot about his 3 crushes (their quirks, their favorite sweets, their goals in life), but he knew very little about their lives before Virgil had met them. Which was fine; they knew very little about Virgil’s life, too. But he desperately wanted to help Roman; to make him feel happy and safe and loved. Virgil sighed, setting his phone on his nightstand. If Princey wants to tell me what’s going on, I’ll listen. If not, I’ll just have to deal with it.

Virgil woke up from his nap to the sound of his phone going off. He blindly felt around for it, his face still firmly planted in his pillow. He finally found it, turning it on before he lifted his head to read the text. It was a private message from Princey.

R- (3:02 PM) You’re probably wondering what happened today.

V- (3:02 PM) I am, but you don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfortable. I’ll respect your privacy.

R- (3:02 PM) As much as I appreciate that, you still deserve to know.

R- (3:03 PM) Do you mind if I call you? This doesn’t feel like a conversation to have over text.

Virgil thought about it for a moment. He originally never wanted to call Roman, simply because he might recognize Virgil’s voice as Anxiety’s. However, not only was Virgil 99% confident that Roman had never even heard of The Dark Sides, Virgil’s head was still foggy after his nap. Before he knew it, he was already calling Princey’s phone.

“Virgil?” Roman didn’t sound as… grand as Virgil expected. His voice was subdued and slightly hoarse, probably from the screaming match with his parents.

“Heya, Princey.” Virgil cringed at how gravelly his voice sounded. He’ll need to get some water after this conversation is over.

“You sound so tired. Oh my stars, did I wake you up? I’m so sorry. I’ll let you get back to sleep-”

“Princey, it’s okay. Just finished my nap. Might not talk much, but ‘m all ears.”

“Alright. Where do I even begin?”

“Take your time. ‘m not pressurin’ you or anythin’.”

“(sigh) You’re right. I guess I should start at the beginning. I grew up in a very... conservative household. My parents expected me and my sister, Rebecca, to be perfect. ReeRee was my partner in crime. We did everything together up until highschool. My parents expected me to get a football scholarship and date the hottest girl in school. I did those things, not because I wanted to, but because they wanted me to. ReeRee was a different story. When my parents signed her up for cheerleading, she tried to join the football team instead. When they told her she should wear her hair in a ponytail, she cut it off to match mine. I didn’t understand, and it made me angry. It was like looking in a funhouse mirror; she was starting to look more and more like me, and yet each change made my parents angrier. Why was looking and acting like me a problem? I thought they liked this version of me! One night in the summer before junior year I was really frustrated and I took it out on her. I told her to stop acting like me. I knew she didn’t deserve my anger, so I went to Patton’s place to cool down. By the time I came home, my parents refused to acknowledge that I even had a sister. I pushed her away, and now I’ll never get her back.

After that, things changed. I was so angry, and everything I saw reminded me of her. I quit the football team, because every time I went down to the field I expected to see her. I dyed my hair, because every time I looked in the mirror I saw her staring back. I stopped caring about what my parents thought, ‘cause it was their opinions that dragged me into this mess!

I had already been friends with Patton since Freshman year, but me and Logan had been at each other’s throats . We were always bickering about something, and sometimes I used our arguments to vent out my anger at whatever was wrong at the time. I didn’t even realize how much I had cared about Patton and Logan until I learned about the LGBTQ+ community. My parents were super strict, and Patton and Logan didn’t exactly flaunt their relationship. I had no idea that liking guys was even an option . Once I learned about it, my parents quickly tried to shut it down. Everyday, they’d start their day telling me that ‘homosexuality is a sin’ and ‘God made you to be the gender you were born with!’ If they had told me that before ReeRee left, I might’ve believed them. But by this point, I didn’t care about a single thing they told me.

So one day, I’m arguing with Logan about who knows what, and suddenly we’re inches apart, and I remember pa saying ‘ a boy should never kiss another boy.’ And just think, ‘Fuck it.’ And now me and Pocket Protector are suddenly making out behind the school building. Microsoft Nerd asks why the hell I decided to make out with him of all people, and I break down right there. He agreed to keep it a secret, but he refused to do anything more than a simple make-out session until he had Padre’s consent to do so. Which I understood, consent is important, cheating is bad.

Now we’re having these ‘sessions’ at least once a week for almost 4 months. Patton eventually walked in on us and he was understandably upset. I explained what had happened and that I’ve had a crush on both of them for a while. And they’re like ‘cool, we’re polyam.’ And now I’m starting senior year dating two men, which mom and pa were not okay with. I told ‘em to fuck off and we moved away as soon as we graduated. They still call occasionally, asking when I’m gonna get my life together and get over losing ReeRee. I haven’t blocked ‘em yet in case they find her or change their minds.”

Roman finally took a deep breath. “Sorry about the rant. Didn’t realise how badly I needed to get that off my chest.”

Virgil snorted. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. Told ya I’d be a good ear. And Princey?”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t gotta do anything to impress someone else. You bein’ you is good enough. And if Rebecca could see you, I’m sure she’d be proud as hell. And don’t be ‘fraid to hit me up if you need someone other than your SOs to rant to; I’ll always be here for ya, Princey.”

“... Thank you, Virgil. I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that until you said it.” He sighed, and Virgil could hear the sound of running water. “I’m gonna go drink some water. My throat burns like a bitch right now.”

“Same. Catch you later?”

He could hear Roman chuckle to himself. “I guess you shall. Farewell, Storm Cloud. And pleasant dreams!”

Virgil blushed. The way Roman said his nickname… it made Virgil’s gay heart nearly explode. He quickly hung up and buried his face back into his pillow. I’ll get water later. AFTER my heart stops racing.

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Now, for those of you wondering about why Virgil doesn't realize that Roman and Remus are brothers, I'm gonna put a quick explanation here, 'cause I don't know how to casually fit this into the story. 1.) Remus has never told Virgil his deadname or his last name. He's probably told Janus (since their pretty close) but Virgil doesn't know. 2.) Remus has never told Virgil that his brother's name is Roman. Additionally, when Virgil is talking about the 3 gays, he only calls them "Pat, Lo and Princey." 3.) Roman's parents didn't tell him that Remus transitioned, so he doesn't know that Rebecca now goes by Remus. Also, none of the characters have actually sent pictures of their faces, so none of them have any idea what the other looks like. 4.) It is a total coincidence that both twins moved to the same town. Remus believes that Roman still lives in their hometown, and Remus could be dead for all that Roman knows. There is no logical reason for them to think "maybe Virgil's friends with my long-lost sibling" 5.) Virgil would NEVER out his friends like that. He tells Janus and Remus everything, but he would NEVER betray Roman's trust like that. Same thing for telling Roman about Remus. Roman might know that Remus is trans, but he doesn't know about Remus' background. ONE LAST THING: Roman and Virgil will eventually see each other face-to-face but WON'T recognize each other's voices. This is because during the phone call Virgil is still groggy from waking up and Roman is still hoarse from screaming.

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cottegecorepanarabread · 4 years ago

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we’re sticking together pt.3

ok so some good and bad news. good news is that new chapter yay and 3 more after this. bad news is that I will be taking a bit of a break from O’knutzy fanfics to work on a tsukiyama one so if you like Haikyuu yay and if you don’t and want to read it please do I would love that. I got really inspired so I might release some chapters of that while this is still coming out so just get ready for that. well alright I hope you enjoy this.

gc name form a young gravy song I'm 85% sure it was Rotisserie

title form Me and My Husband by Mitski

characters from the lovely @lumosinlove

“We’re back,” Logan jumped on Finn who stood in the kitchen, “where’s Leo.”

“He’s, uh, upstairs. I would let him sleep and maybe we should avoid lots of walking.”

“Motherfucker guys could we not do this in kitchen.” Sydney rubbed her temples, “You own me for distracting him. I get tomorrow to myself.”

“Deal.” Finn laughed.

GC: thots makin’ history

Crab O’Hara: Ok Kids, I thought tomorrow we could go tubing. Syd has requested a day off.

Thing 1: this gc name I’m levitating

Bottom: thanks it was my idea

Baby Boy: I did not need to wake up to this

Thing 2: I’m game for whatever

Bottom: ^

Thing 1: ^

Baby Boy: I’m in

Crab O’Hara: Why do Noelle and Logan have the same texting style?

Bottom: why do you text like an old man

Thing 1: ^

Crab O’Hara: No head for a month.

Thing 2: Shit bro

Baby Boy: Why isn’t Syd in the group chat

Bottom: cause this trip aged her like 10 years

Baby Boy: Fair

Baby Boy: Should put her in just in case

Crab O’ Hara: You know what, that’s a good idea.

Crab O’Hara added Gay to the conversation

Gay: ok but what is this group name

Baby Boy: Hi Sydney

Gay: bb I’m just downstairs come say hi in person

Baby Boy: I would but I can’t get up

Gay: omfg

Gay: ok I’m gonna get wine drunk

Bottom: wait for me

Crab O’Hara: Is tubbing ok for tomorrow?

Gay: idc just be safe

Baby Boy: thanks

Thing 1: ^

Thing 2: ^

Bottom: ^

Crab O’Hara: Thank you.

The group walked into the tubbing park (author’s note: this is a real place in Quebec so is the ice hotel I went there and did tubbing a little over a year ago totally look it up) geared up in thick coat. They split up into 2 groups: the boys and Noelle and Thomas. Logan ran towards the tallest slope, a metal slide covered in a layer of ice called Mount Everest. Finn looked a little nervous as they climbed the 4 flights of stairs to the top. They were loaded into as shoot and the dropped straight down. Finn clung to Leo, while Logan raised his arms and screamed. Noelle and Thomas stated with the smaller slopes working their way through the whole park.

They all met up for the black diamond slopes a going in a big group so they would catch air, which they did.

“Could we maybe take a break,” Finn asked.

“Of course baby. We can let Noelle and Thomas do whatever else they want” Leo said and Logan nodded in agreement.

They walked through the ice hotel, checking out the chapel that help wedding, and went down the small ice slides. They ended up in the club part of the hotel. It was ocean themed this year so sharks and fish were carved into the walls.

“Oh my god there’s a bar.” Logan ran towards it, “guys hurry they have ice cups.”

They all got drinks and, after finishing them, walked around to look in the hotel rooms. They were decorated with different themes. One even had a dragon coming out of them wall.

“It would be so fun to stay here,” Leo ran his hand over the ice bed frame.

“I don’t think these beds are big enough for us babe,” Finn laughed.

“It would be fun to fuck in one of these rooms tho,” Logan said not missing a beat.

“Jesus Christ Lo,” Finn smacked his shoulder.

There phones pinged

GC: thots makin’ history

Gay: hey are you guys still alive

Bottom: i could ask you the same

Thing 1: ^

Thing 2: ^

Gay: I’m not that drunk

Baby Boy: Keyword that

Gay: leo i thought you were on my side i’m hurt

Crab O’Hara: We are fine. We are probably going to eat here, so you are on your own for dinner.

Bottom: that means don’t have wine for dinner

oh oh ohhhhh ps I'm quitting my horrible job that inspired this lovely universe and my last day is May 2nd so I will have a special surprise for y'all on that day so please stay tuned.

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AND I am back. Once again on this lovely day to give my review for the EPISODE 24 so, here we go :

Agustin is squinting his eyes at him, as Sergio keeps muttering that Agustin has in fact done what he just mentioned he did and which both of them have known for years.

Federico is 99% dead?! Damn, what is Sergio's gonna do?! Make it 100% ? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

(I got a feeling that Federico is the kidnapper or atleast a very important lead to them)

Btw, WHO IS FEDERICO?! Tatiana's alive husband?!

(Look at me, hoping like a moron she aint dead

My dog : Yep, total moron 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Me :

Me : NOBODY ASKED FOR YOUR BITCH-ASS OPINION, YOU DUMB-FUCK DONKEY!!!! 😡😡😡)

Martin, my darling, my sweetheart, my poor angel. Nada, some help? Atleast gimme some tips, bruh, come on, you cant desert me like that. Not when I need to help someone 🙁🙁🙁

since, drunk, the last idea he got was that Laura turned out to be completely insane and kidnapped Andrés to marry him

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Martin, honey, stop drinking. This getting out of hand 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. But then again, Andres is so hot poor thing keeps on doubting.

As Roci said in one of the tags, his wives deserve the highest civilian award for putting up with him.

(Although, I just had a frisky thought. What if Sergio wanted Andres away from Martin, not because he cared bout his hermano but......😳😳😳😳😳 *whispers loudly* he wanted Andres all for himself? In *frantically looks around* INCEST WAY?!)

(Calm down, my deranged mind, you went too far 🤣🤣🤣)

Who knows, it could be the professor he punched in the middle of an exam once. Martín doesn’t think he has forgiven him.

Mood, bruh, such a mood 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 NO, OMG 😆😆😆 I didnt do it, but I do kinda have a beef with my Organic prof. I'll go off tangent again, so tell me if you wanna know the story.

He sent Silene in disguise to collect the cctv from the nearby shops and streets. His own cctv has been disabled since the IT bitch ruined it, Martín will kill him when he gets them back.

I think if and only IF Silene finds something good, her % of redemption will increase.

(Raquel s2e7 deja vu, I see what you did there 😏)

And Martin about to go John Wick on anyone & everyone. I tell ya Keanu Reeves will be crying when he sees Martin go nuts. I am willing to bet he'll pull a gun on the poor milkman, who just wanna do his job 😆😆😆

So he calls Bogota, with a little (not that little) handwritten list in his hand with the names of people he thinks he might have ruined their life in the past.

Martin : Okay, I'll just take out the list and

*the paper rolls out the door, travels around the world for 5 times and comes back while going over top of Everest and bottom of Marina Trench*

No, it’s because when he hated Martín, he had always hated him openly. If he wanted to hurt him, then he’d just try to stab him in the middle of the living room.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

“Bogota, did Tatiana have any family?”

“No, who of us did, Martín?”

“You literally have 7 children and 7 ex-wives.”

COMEDY GOLD, NADA 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

“Those kids are ungrateful bastards, if I fall dead tomorrow they would just run to see what they’ve inherited.”

Aka THE PLOT of 70% Indian Telenovas 🤣🤣🤣. Also this line alone has so much soap opera vibes 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

He has no choice but to go to fucking Sergio Marquina. And if it’s his wife, then even better. Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer.

For fuck sake, Martín, Ive been telling you from last 2 ep

Stop. Blaming. Raquel.

Also, 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 damn, these 2 assholes cant keep away from each other. Nada, are we sure these 2 married the right people? As much I am a Berlermo ship stan, this here is just smth else 😆😆😆

Uh-oh 🙁 this asshole son of a bitch just poked the mama bear. And if ANDRES of all people narrows his eyes at you, You are, quoting Martin from last ep, truly, utterly, entirely, thoroughly and wholly fucked.

“Do you know him?”

“Oh yes, a childhood friend, I stole his pencil once and he never forgave me. Have you heard this Paula? Don’t steal your friends’ pencils, they will never get over the betrayal. You could steal the teacher’s ones though.”

“Why did you steal his pencil?” Paula asked seriously, with a delirious tone, and too tired to even move her head upwards. Raquel is gonna kill every single person involved for doing this to her daughter.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Sassy Andres = Best Andres. Words that should be written with GOLD. Wisdom passed onto generations

Poor Paula 🤣🤣🤣 I just imagine this in some other situation :

Andres : *saying smth smth*

Paula : *taking notes & asking questions*

Raquel after seeing her daughter :

Look what you made me do

🎶But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time

Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time

I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined

I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do🎶

(Look what you made me do by Taylor Swift)

I am telling you Nada, by the time Raquel will be done with everyone, Uma Thurman will cry buckets because no one, okay?, no one can compete with A MAMA BEAR RAQUEL MURILLO.

“Poison is a woman’s choice of weapon, Anibal. Don’t be disrespectful.”

Again, words of wisdom. Only time hes not being a misogynist.

Also, Andres, my dear, are you speaking this from experience?

(Why do I think that Martin got Tatiana killed cause she poisoned him and Martin had to watch Andres fight for his life in hospital?)

“He won’t say anything, Mama. He’s the one who kidnapped grandma with Silene!”

Is anyone gonna listen to her? Or do I need to bonk Raquel myself? 🤦‍♀️

“Silence!” she screams. “I need to know everything that happened, if we’re getting out of here alive.”

FINALLY!!!! SOME COMMON SENSE!!!! WE THANK THE LORD FOR MERCY!!!

And as for me, its time for me to say goodbye and goodnight (Cause its quarter to 12 rn in my watch)

AND ILL SEE YALL TOMORROW 🤗 BYE!!! 🙋‍♀️

I'm back as well! And we've finally caught up with each other.

Valid reaction. Sergio is also slowly going insane. Love that for him.

He's hoping he could. We all know this family has beef with that last one percentage.

(we'll see👀👀👀)

Hope is all we got at this point afabgs.

Now, now, don't speak to him like that. He has valid criticism.

I'd help him if I could, but alas (lmfao no, I do love them suffering)

Same recommendation. But he just, poor boy, could nothing to think of. So might as well be Laura. (also fair, who knows, maybe Andrés gets constantly kidnapped and forced into marriage)

Definitely, she's 100%. I really don't know how they do it.

Avsnsjsvjshsjs all theories are valid. Maybe Sergio does want Martín or Andrés, who knows what goes in the head of that fucker.

Seems like an interesting story! I never got along with my chemistry teachers. (Got one once to tell me that he's still not kicking me out of class only because he feels bad for my parents that they have to deal with me and they'll be the ones who will have to deal with the mess lmfao.)

Yes, have some faith in her!

100% accurate. Martín is this close from just shooting random people in the supermarket because they also could be the ones who kidnapped Andrés.

HAHAHA YES. This is exactly how the scene went.

We stan honesty in this house.

So happy you found it funny!!

I can confirm! Like 70% of all Egyptian drama as well.

I don't think he's hearing you well. But afnajscsgsh SAME. Okay look, now I really understand show runners with super homoerotic ships that they refuse to make canon. You try and make two male characters hate each other so much for plot then it slips and gets homoerotic.

Totally agree. This guy isn't making enemies with the right people (they are all dumb, but also none of them have anything that even resembles a moral compass)

Totally agree. This guy is honestly super amusing to watch and it's mainly because he's incapable of taking any situation in life seriously.

This family is really iconic. (love the song agsnsg) but also like Raquel would basically tell her after writing done his notes just put the title on top: things to never, ever, do.

I believe you! They really fucked with the wrong dumb family.

I mean, he's still a misogynist. Maybe some of us really like dagger, has he considered that?

That's as valid theory as any right there.

Hopefully Raquel will finally start listening to the child!

Raquel is the only one with a semblance of common sense.

Hope you had a good sleep! I'll see you tomorrow!

#thanks again kal!!#lovely review as always #Ramadan Telenovela #A Spanish Tale

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twilightown · 5 years ago

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thoughts on the spookiest places in disney parks

There are spooky places in the Disney parks this is so interesting to talk about thank u for this

The peoplemover in Magic Kingdom has some spots where it’s just pitch dark. You can’t see like any light - most going in/out of Space Mountain. It’s freaky for a few seconds until finally there’s some light at the end of the tunnel. I think what makes it spooky is that you can hear the carts adjusting on the tracks and the moving, it shoves you a little, but you can’t see what way or anything.

At the end of Mission:Space in EPCOT, you’ve got a loooooonnngggg walk if you’ve just rode orange team. You just keep going around corners, with signs pointing the one and only way out. You don’t see cast members a lot. And it plays some 90s song?? It seriously feels like this walk is never ever going to end & you’ll always be stuck in that hallway. It’s With this relic. Right after this super intense ride where you have a simulated near death experience too.

I know it’s intentional I KNOW but the Tower of Terror queue really does get to you! The ghostly music, the abandoned look of everything, the screams from riders every few seconds, seeing/hearing nothing else in the park, the slight feeling of something just being off... it works together to put this feeling in your gut that only gets worse when you go into the pre-show & boiler room! The cast members add onto this, they know what they’re doing. It’s a different feeling than Haunted Mansion, because in Mansion it’s a fun & playful feeling at least.

Everest in Animal Kingdom is really fun and filled with adventure but there’s this spot... So your train goes up the mountain, stops at broken track and then goes backwards. The spooky spot is going backwards into darkness. It almost feels like you’re doing a loop, and I can’t see the track but I’m sure it’s just upwards tilt. But it’s so dark!!! And if you’ve ridden it before, you have the added anticipation of knowing that drop is coming right up as soon as the yeti pulls that track!

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years ago

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Mount Everest Ain't Got Shit On Us, Part 20. (Fezco x fem!reader) - The Aftermath, Part 3. (Ending)

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like a scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: Inspired by Cinderella by the man of the greatest, Mac Miller for two reasons (and Talk by Khalid slightly in the end).

He truly is a great rapper in my opinion (and not because his life ended up so soon, sadly). I like the beats of his songs, the energy, they have thoughts in them (like Cinderella or Self Care).

Cinderella is a break-up song, but also, Mac says that he’s waiting for that girl no matter what.

Also, it should end up way different, but I was too sad, so I made it a bit sweeter. Still sad tho.

Warnings: Angst, ending of the series. You're gonna hate me, folks. Also a lot of Khalid mentions. And ma being right once again.

Word count: 4.1 K

Read the rest here, babe: PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 PART 10 PART 11 PART 12 PART 13 PART 14 PART 15 PART 16 PART 17 PART 18 PART 19

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Tagging: @charmed-asylum, @jeyramarie, @pantherxrogers, @analia-analia-analia

There's no such freedom as letting the bike ride down from the hill on its own, nothing is better than riding down with your ass up just as your hair flies around you and you close your eyes, smiling to the sun as songs rush through your earbuds.

For the first time in forever, you could feel happy and calm, a smile appearing on your lips basically on its own. The last few months were a fucking ride, you couldn't put it in other words. Your heart broke many times as you broke down in tears, sliding down leaning into the wall. There was a lot of screaming at your home, a lot of curse words falling down; from you and Fran, not from your parents.

She needs to go on rehab, your ma said when she saw you for the first time in hospital. There was no such terrible news for Christian parents than knowing that their child is a drug addict. Or a lesbian. They could somehow handle Fran like that problem kid, at least for the first time she got into a rehab, but when you ended up on a hospital bed for the first time as well, they were so disappointed.

Also at that moment, Fran was on the same hospital floor with recovering from cuttings under her neck, her ankles, and her palms. She was out. Sleeping. Fighting for her life. In the end, you couldn't blame your parents for their reactions. One of their kids ended up in the hospital, drugged and almost dead, and when the kid had finally woken up, the other one tried to kill themselves. It was just too much to take in.

Of course, you were forbidden to see Fezco when they learned what actually happened, or what occurred according to the witnesses. If they knew that the man with a red beard just appeared in the same room as you did, they would kill you both. Regardless of what happened, they made Fezco the bad guy, even if the police found him completely innocent. For further restricting the contact between you two, they even took your phone away.

Your man almost couldn't handle that shit - and he didn't even hear the worst part at that time. He sat by your side almost every evening since you were in a coma, holding your hand, sometimes even sleeping by your side - and when his little angel had finally woken up, he was restricted to see her.

Thank God, the teen-agers who were saving his ass have done a really good job - part of that was that Nate had got a good record with manipulating crimes and he was from a well-respected family. And the other part was done thanks to Jules, who took all his drug-dealing junk into her room until the situation got quiet. They were working to save him a good time and they knew that they would be able to manipulate a murder - which didn't mean that they would like to kill for business from that moment on (even if Rue persuaded that idea many times).

But in the end, Fezco wasn't arrested or rotting in jail, which made you happy. But even if he was legally cleansed, that didn't make a difference for your parents at all. He was a criminal - and he could damage your life and well-being.

Of course that as soon as they released you our of the hospital, and they also told that there's no need for rehab since you're not a junkie, you ran off in the night. It was a cold January night, it was snowing and the roads and pavements were covered in a thin layer of ice.

As soon as your lips touched his, your body started to undress before you even realized any of it. There was no need for words. You only needed him and his dick. You slowly realized that you're naked when his warm skin pressed on yours and started to heat it. The truth was that you only barely realized what you were doing as you felt all those things after a few months. You wished for his taste never leaving your lips, for his skin to warm you until the day was over and to smell him when you close your eyes.

Fezco wanted to make you feel love and to make you feel like a princess, yet it didn't end up like that at all. It was passionate, it was almost violent at whiles. You started on the bed and when he was finally naked, you somehow ended up on all fours, ass up for him, yelling to the floor as you felt the skin on your knees burning.

He always told you that you look like a beautiful, tender angel. That night was somehow different - you wanted and needed to be broken by him. Fez basically destroyed you that night - just as you mesmerized him by slow, tender lovemaking - you rode him like he loved to and to feel you after such a long time was like a dream coming true. Unreal.

When it was all done, you laid down in his bed, holding him just as if he belonged to you - your hand around his hips, your leg entwined between his thighs with your forehead on his chest. You felt safe. But you know that it wasn't for too long.

"I heard rumors." - Fez started slowly, drawing circles on your naked shoulder, kissing the top of your head.

"Oh yeah?" - You wondered with a low chuckle, kissing the small sweet spot between his flat breasts. - "What did you hear? Do you want to share with the class?" - You mumbled as you continued up to below the line of his beard, your hand slowly traveling down, thinking of round three.

"About you movin' out of da town." - Fezco whispered, watching you with his blue eyes. He was... Hurt. And about to cry. Which mad you inclined to crying as well. It was like an instant connection.

"I am afraid... That those aren't only rumors, Fez." - You sighed. The man under your body just shifted for a second before he closed his eyes as he smoothed his face with his fingers. - "I need to. My parents want me to. And they wouldn't leave me alone."

"When ya leavin'?" - Fezco gently pushed you on his body, leaning his head down to kiss you.

"On Monday." - You mumbled to his lips and felt, how he tensed. And practically pushed his lips off yours. - "I have already packed everything."

"And when you planned on tellin' me? Huh? A short call at a gas station?" - He got up from the bed, taking some underwear on, leaving you naked between the blankets. Everything inside you strangely hurt, it felt like if you let your man down, because he wasn't even able to look in your direction.

At that moment, he didn't think about loving you like anybody else on the whole planet, he just thought about you being gone from his day-to-day life in just two days from that night. That just wasn't fair - how could someone love somebody else so much only to let them go?

“Fezco, you know that it's not like that.” - You sat, covering your own body with a blanket. You felt as tears slowly crept into your eyes. - “You know how complicated my life is right now. You do.”

“Whatever, man.” - He leaned his palms into one of the cabinets in his room, looking into the mirror as you dressed up. You felt the need to leave immediately. Before knocking on his door, you were willing to give him both the nights that were remaining to you in the town. Now, you just wanted to get away from that place.

And so you did. And didn't come back after that, not hearing a single word from Fez again. You took it as a break-up. He hadn't tried to contact you after that one last passionate night. It felt cold. So you acted cold as well, you didn't stealthy left your room or went to his and Ash’s gas station. And it hurt like hell; it hurt so much that you only laid in your bed and cried until you fell asleep, not leaving your room for food or toilette.

And this time, you hadn't got Fran by your side to tell you that you will do just fine - with Fez or without him.

Rue and Jules came to visit you just before it was your time to leave, both of them were crying like hell. Rue held you for a ridiculous amount of time, so tightly that you giggled. Then you sat at your room, a rap song playing from Jules’ phone.

“We’ll miss ya, idiot.” - Rue said and nuzzled her head into your upper thigh so you could massage her scalp.

“If you can behave and you will stay clean, you can come to visit me to Minnesota on spring break.” - You smoothed her cheek with a small smile. - “Granny has a place for all of us there. It will be fun because Minnesota is beautiful.”

“Yeah, I heard somewhere that its wilderness is great. We can go hiking.” - Jules exclaimed happily, holding your other hand.

“Only if missy here on my lap will stay clean. Can you promise that?” - You asked the beauty on your lap and she nodded lazily with her eyes closed and a sad face, she was smelling you, so she remembered your favorite perfume or antiperspirant.

“Anything new about Fez?” - You mumbled with a sigh.

“He’s still refusing to speak with us. He tries to get me clean again and I think that we are remindin’ his ass of ya. You know that it still means that he loves ya?” - Rue played with your fingers childishly. Of course, he was in love with you - because you still couldn't get him out of your head or heart as well.

The question was if you will be ever able to forgive him. Everything was screaming his name to you - like the small things on your bedside table, an empty frame where your photo used to be, weird hoodies that reminded you of his style, that tone of his voice whispering you dirty little jokes whispered to your ear, him making you laugh whenever he felt you're stressed that you could hear in any song you’ve listened to, his smile and blue eyes in the color of the sky. No. No, you knew you could hardly move on from that intense relationship. And even if you eventually do, there will be a part of you still in love with that man.

No other boy will ever take your panties off, damped as hell, the way Fezco did. Nobody brews coffee the way he did and nobody else will watch you perform concerts only in your lacy bra and bathrobe.

“He will be fine. He always is. Let him take his time.” - You nodded, crying again, but smiling at Rue sadly.

“And about ya?” - Rue asked seriously and you just looked away. After that, Jules changed the topic fast, because she knew that you're about to scream in frustration.

One thing was crossing your mind again and again - why people who are the closest to be actual angels are the most corrupted ones? You took a good look at Rue, the girl with heart of gold - a drug addict, irresponsible woman with OCD, ADD and so many shits to add to the stock. Jules, such an incredible sweet - also a kind of slut for older men. Fezco, literally the best boy you have ever met and basically the love of your life - a dropout highschooler and a dealer who killed a person.

The people around you were the literal angels - and the most fucked up of all people youve ever met and you knew that you will never meet anyone like them in your life.

So naturally, when it came to saying goodbye, there were so many tears that it couldn't be counted. Rue was telling you dumb jokes and promised to send you letters every once a while, Cal couldn't even speak in his terms because he was sobbing so much and Jules... She was just sadly smiling at you and even if she wasn't crying at all, you could feel that she is sad.

But you only laughed when your ma started the engine and Jules and Rue followed you on their bikes until the Hope you'll come to visit you again and you only could laugh because they were yelling stuff at you the whole way while you were leaning from the window and looking at them.

When you left the town, you closed the window, seeing those two still watching your car disappear. You sighed and started to play with the few rings you had on both hands.

“How you're doing?” - Your ma asked silently. You disappointed her really bad, but you were still her daughter and you knew that sooner or later, she will start trusting you again. But you also knew that you needed to take small steps at a time. Same with dad. You fucked up, that was for sure - but there was still a comparison to Fran, so your fucking-up bar wasn't as high, you thought to yourself.

“I'm doing just fine.” - You said quietly, not looking at her. - “Thanks for your concern.”

“Y/N, stop acting like Fran. This is...-” - Your ma gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter. - “For the sake of my own health and well being, I know, I know. How I said, thanks for your concern.”

“Look, I know that this whole attitude thing is about Fez. And I get it, totally.” - She started quietly. That was when you turned off the radio and turned your face to her a bit.

“He isn't a bad person and you know that.” - You mumbled with the breaking of your heart being pressed into every letter of that sentence.

“And if I remember correctly, I and neither your father ever told that. Never. Not even once.” - She sighed and after a long time, she started speaking again. - “He is a wonderful man when we are speaking about his character only. All I needed to know is that he makes my daughter happy and that he is honest and serious with her. And I swear to God that I've never seen anyone looking at someone else like when he watched every move you ever made. I liked having him over for dinner or movie marathons. He was kind to me and nice under any circumstances. Fezco is a good, loyal and loving person.” - She told you. You were sitting there like a hot pile of shit, looking in front of you without any word coming to your tongue.

“And I know you left your room on Friday and I am not dumb. But you two needed to talk to each other for the last time. I needed you to do it, because it doesn't matter if he is a nice guy or not when he shot a guy with a gun, regardless it was self-defense or not. A mother doesn't want to see her child with a man like that.” - She stopped the car on the right side of the road and she watched as your cheeks have filled with tears. But she didn't stop the engine.

“And I know that if you want, you can just be with him again when you are an adult. But I think that now it just isn't your time to be together - things happened to him, thing happened to you and... I know it hurts, baby. I know. But give it some time. Let both your lives settle down, grow up a bit, grow as a person and someday, maybe, if you want, you can save the man you're so blatantly in love with now.” - Your ma took your hand to her palm and kissed it slowly, letting you cry.

She was right, just as always. You’ve done wrong - but just as you did, he did too. And she did even know that if you would want to continue the relationship in the future, you could and she couldn't stop. But this was her way of making you stop for a while, so you could get out of Fezcos drug world she didn't even know about.

“We have broken up... The night I have sneaked out of my window.” - You confessed quietly and she just closed her eyes and exhaled out loud. Your ma was the wisest woman you have ever met. She did antagonize Fezco - but on the other hand, she was able to tell that he has a kind heart and that the relationship you had was an unusually strong one for the first one in your romantical life, at least openly.

She even liked that boy. He helped with the dishes, laughed at her dumb jokes and brought her some nice pieces of dishes and flowers when he had an opportunity. Naturally, she was a little sad that you called your romance off. Or, more likely, he called it off.

“You will be fine, baby. You will do just great.” - She promised and kissed your forehead. She was mad at you most of the time - but the mother does nurse their children when something happens. Plus, you already showed the will to turn the things around.

Even if it was without an internet connection and extremely far away from your own home, you loved your granny’s big house in Minnesota. It was a big and old one and you loved spending time there since you were small. It was kind of a bummer to start school all over again without anybody, but you managed.

Your mom got you a new phone number and made sure to give it to Leslie and to Jules’ dad, so they could call you from time to time when you weren’t doing anything at the moment. The town was pretty small and you knew most of the people - but nobody knew the true reason why you moved there. They were glad for you nonetheless.

You found new friends sooner or later and one day, while you’ve been sitting at a coffee, waiting for your studying partner, you’ve hidden all the photos and stories you had with Fezco on Instagram. It felt strange, yet the memories in photos of you and Rue, Leslie, Gia, Jules, and other girls made you genuinely laugh.

In this town, you had a good reputation - you were a pretty good student, the nice person helping on local events for children. To say at least, you’ve been good.

And just as Rue promised, she wrote you letter every two weeks. She bragged herself about being clean so she could visit you with Jules - she also wrote the number big and colorful, so you couldn't miss it at all.

Over time, small notes were delivered in the letter for you - for example, a polaroid of your and Fezco’s favorite restaurant and when you turned it, there was Do ya remember? written in big letters.

For the first few times, you thought of Rue doing weird Rue shit - but over the time, the photos got more and more intimate - the place where you sat and made love under the stars, the pool where it all has started, a small spot on the counter in his shop which you marked as yours with a heart drawn with a glitter pen. Later, you started a small collection and you were smiling every time youve opened up the book to save another polaroid there. It was like he was speaking to you with small sentences like I remember everything or This place ain't da same without ya singin’ Talk (*by Kalid, author’s notes) and the sweetest was when you received a photo of his bed with This space empty without ya, just like ma heart.

And that’s what got you to that one April afternoon where you drove the hill on your bike, listening to some good old Khalid, as you did with Rue. Thanks to her, you knew a few of his songs by your heart. Rue loved him.

Just as you entered the house, you kissed your grandma on her cheeks and went to your room to clean up your things. The phone was laying on your bed and still playing songs when it started to vibrate and play the ring bell tone.

You were surprised - it was neither Rue or Jules, Fran was calling from rehab every Wednesday, ma called on Friday. When you read the number, your brain recognized it as if someone snapped next to your ear. You got anxious and you almost threw up - you never tried calling him, you weren't seeking photos of him or exactly threw up yourself in self-pity and melancholy, only the first week you’ve been in Minnesota was like that.

Did you want to hear Fezco actually? Wouldn’t it just hurt you more? You knew how cold he was when you told him that you’re leaving... Three months ago. But since then, he was slowly making you fond of those memories you had with him. He was apologizing in his very own way.

But the true question was if you were ready to hear him again. You were nervous, sweaty, shaking like hell. The first call fell into a black screen and you exhaled slowly. No, you weren’t. You definitely weren’t.

Just as you threw the phone back on your bed so you could continue with the stuff you had to have done, it started to ring again. You closed your eyes, leaning into the wall. So Fezco was serious with the call? It made you only more anxious and angry. He was acting like such a douche the last time you’ve seen him and even if he took you cute polaroids, he didn't even apologize.

That evening was mostly Fran’s fault, yes, but he technically shot Mouse down. And he did so for a good reason - Mouse was scared that you will disclose their location to the police. You could be the corpse. But exactly was also a reason why you had to leave. And he didn't exactly have the decency to neither explain himself or say sorry.

You were basically sure that you are done with him - backing up all those photos you had so you still had them, but not in your gallery, archiving every post on socials you had with him. You guessed that you weren't simply a thing anymore.

And you even tried to date a guy in Minnesota. But just the way he held your hand didn't feel right. Fezco always held it like if you were a princess, gently playing with all the ring it had, kissing your knuckles or fingertips while he was bored or listening to what you were saying. And the way Minnesota boy was kissing? N O W A Y. It wasn't right at all. His clothes weren't as cozy as Fezco’s, he didn't smell as good as your former boyfriend did. He didn't touch you so you would feel like a goddess - that was a no-no situation for you.

And you realized that Fez might have set the standard bar for other boys who tried to win you for themselves too high. He truly was spoiling you with every look and every touch.

But that didn't mean you would just run to him when he calls you like a dog. He was doing some fucked-up things and you acknowledged that especially since you weren't mesmerized by him every day.

So you told yourself that if he calls you for the third time in a row, you will pick the phone up no matter what. No matter how angry or nervous you would be. The second ringtone ended and you watched the screen with anticipation. The phone was silent for a minute, then for two, three... You sighed and shook your head.

“Y/N! Dear! Can you come and help me out here with something?” - Your granny screamed at you from the first floor. You slowly went to the door, still glued to the screen of your phone as you held the door in your hand. You almost closed it, but it rang again - and to your surprise, a big smile grew on your lips as you went to pick it up.

“Gimme five minutes, grandma!” - You yelled back at her and sat down on your bed.

And you picked up.

FIN

#mount everest ain't got shit on us #hbo euphoria #rehab #rue bennett #fezco euphoria #fezco x reader #fezco x fem!reader #here we go again #the last part #I will miss it tbh #jules vaughn #drug addition

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zackcollins · 5 years ago

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callin’ baton rouge || brandon sutter

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Author’s Note: Does anyone remember how Callin’ Baton Rouge was Brandon’s goal song a couple seasons ago? Well, uh. I was listening to the radio earlier and it came on. I decided about an hour or so later that I was in the mood to write. My trick ass brain decided that it was going to scream from the brain version of Mt. Everest that I needed to write a fic based on Callin’ Baton Rouge and it HAD to be Brandon Sutter as the player. So, uh. Have this fic for a player that nobody probably ever expected to get a fic for. GIF credit to brandonesutter!!

Warnings: Implied sexual content but nothing is graphic. Other than that, I think it’s a-okay.

Word Count: 850 (short boi)

Based On: Callin’ Baton Rouge by Garth Brooks

Additional: Feminine reader. Though, it’s only briefly mentioned and doesn’t really play a big part in the narrative of this fic. Hope that’s okay and hope you enjoy this!!

Brandon had stopped in Baton Rouge, Louisiana the night before; it was to help him rest up for the remainder of his trip to New Orleans. He was meeting some friends there for a summer trip now that hockey was finished for the season.

While he was there, he had met you in the bar of the hotel he had been staying in. You were a gorgeous woman, about Brandon’s age, yet you had a youthful essence around you. You had captivated him to no end.

As Brandon drove down the highway toward New Orleans, he was thinking about the night the two of you shared outside of the bar. He remembered that you took charge, guiding him through everything you liked and everything you didn’t. The memories of the activities you partook in were a little hazy, the two of you having consumed a fair bit of red wine once you had returned to Brandon’s hotel room.

While he was lost in thought, Brandon almost missed the sign for the truck stop a mile up the road. Quickly signalling to the right lane, he decided he needed to exit the highway for the truck stop. He still had a little bit of a headache from all of the wine and realized he could use a cup of coffee. He also had your number handy and would like to hear your voice one more time.

Once he was in the parking lot of the truck stop, Brandon parked his car before entering the building and buying a small coffee. After testing the quality, he sat at a table when he was satisfied that it was worth drinking. Pulling out his phone, he searched his contacts for your number. He was sure it was in there. He had gotten incredibly wine drunk last night but he still vividly remembered you taking his phone and punching your digits into it.

It took a few minutes but he eventually found what he thought was your phone number. Taking a sip of his coffee to steel himself, Brandon clicked to start a call. It was ringing and ringing, causing Brandon to anxiously bounce his leg underneath the table.

“Hurry up and answer,” he mumbled, sipping his coffee again. “I gotta talk to you one more time.”

Almost as if on cue, the line clicked to life. A soft breath floated through the speakers, followed by a hum.

“Brandon?” You said, voice a little confused. “I didn’t think you’d actually call.”

“Hello, (Y/N),” Brandon said, letting out a shaky breath. “I hope you’re doing okay.”

You chuckled. “A little hungover from all the wine but I’m doing okay, yeah.”

“I really enjoyed spending time with you. Would you want to see me again?”

Brandon swallowed thickly, taking a long drink of his coffee. He had never really been this forward with his one night stands before. There was just something about you that rubbed him the right way; something that made him want to take a chance. You inhaled sharply before exhaling through your nose.

“You said you were Canadian, Brandon,” you said. “How would we make that work?”

“I’m a professional hockey player,” Brandon said, sipping his coffee again. “I can fly you to Vancouver whenever you want to come visit me.”

You choked slightly, coughing to regain your composure. “A professional hockey player wants to date me?”

Finishing his coffee, Brandon nodded before he realized you couldn’t see him. “Uh… yeah, yeah. I do. Very much. Like a lot. I want to date you a lot.”

“Smooth, Brandon, smooth,” you chuckled.

Brandon felt himself turning red in the middle of the truck stop. He fidgeted with the empty coffee cup, needing something to occupy himself with.

“Is that a yes?” Brandon asked, voice small and vulnerable.

“Yes, it’s a yes,” you said. “I really enjoyed spending time with you, too. I’d love to see where this goes.”

Brandon smiled, swirling his finger around the lid of the coffee cup.

“I don’t technically have to be in New Orleans until tomorrow,” Brandon said, standing from his seat.

He was already walking back to his car, knowing full well that he was getting off at the next exit and turning around to go back and see you. He just needed you to agree to a meeting spot.

“Oh, really?” Your voice rose playfully. “How about we meet again. I’ll text you my address.”

Brandon keened and he bid you farewell. A moment later, his phone pinged with a text from you. As promised, you had texted him your address. Once he was in his car, he punched your address into his GPS. Buckling in and turning the key into the ignition, Brandon switched the radio on.

Garth Brooks came over the speakers. Brandon smiled when he realized it was his goal song. He cranked the radio up and drove off to go back and meet you.

I gotta send my love down to Baton Rouge

Hurry up, won't you put her on the line

I gotta talk to the girl just one more time.

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