#thanks 2 cass for help hashing this out

[anamelesssimp]

Crying on a Saturday night!

A Darby Allin fanfic

Part 2!

She was shocked at how intrigued she was by him. He had such a different vibe to him, not just the clothes he was wearing, but his aura itself. The way he casually leaned against the cool brick wall of the venue, but made it look it was some sort of album cover. He was so confident and cool it almost intimidated her. It took a while of awkward silence before Tara cleared her throat and spoke up. 

“ So, I am starving and I’m sure you guys are too after all that in the ring soooo who wants to get something to eat. We can let them actually speak to each other instead of just staring at each other.” She gave a teasing look to Jenna as Cassidy let out a deep bellowing laugh. 

“ I don’t think it was that funny Cass, but food does sound fucking great right now. Jenna, you want to join us?” Darby asked in a surprisingly gentle tone, a stark contrast to his outward appearance. 

“ I mean it’s kinda late, and  I have to work in the morning…” 

“ No mam! You haven’t eaten all day, besides us trying to not so discreetly force you to get to know Darby, you need to eat before you head home. I know you well enough to know if you don’t you will go home and not have anything until tomorrow. So with that being said, where to?” 

“ WAFFLE HOUSE!” Darby and Cassidy both shouted in unison

“ Well I guess that settles that pile in children to the Waffle house we go” Tara waved the keys at Jenna tauntingly with a smirk as she gently pushed her towards the parking lot. In doing so she bumped her into Darbys back causing them both to stumble. Thankfully Darby was quick to get his balance back and helped steady her before she could completely eat dirt. They had an awkward moment of nods and pats of thanks and Jenna was quick to pull away. 

“ Lets goooo lovebirds, if I don’t get some hash browns soon , things are going to get very uncool around here.” Cassidy yelled from the trunk of the car as he put his suitcase in , only half joking. 

“ Guess we better get going before he blows his carrot top.’’ Adding in a devilish grin he motioned Jenna ahead of him. Partly in case she needed to be caught again, but also, as respectful as he was, she did have a very nice back end that he couldn’t help but want another glance or two at. 

The Waffle House was packed when the group got there so they all squished into the booth in the back corner farthest away from the door so they didn’t get a cold blast everytime the door opened and shut. Tara and Cassidy cuddled in close and kept whispering and giggling to each other. With each little nothing they scooched closer in leaving basically the imagination in between them. Darby and Jenna sat awkwardly beside each other scooched as far apart from each other as the little booth would allow. It wasn’t that she didn’t think he was cute, it was just uncomfortable to be shoved into this position. She fiddled with the menu and tried to hide that she was sweating so bad it was hard to keep hold of it. 

“ So Jenna, are you from around here originally?” He started trying to make small talk as he twisted a straw wrapper around his fingers. 

‘“ Actually I’m from Arizona, but moved here for school and never turned back. I met Tara and we helped each other stay a float after graduating, and here we are. What about you?” 

“ Yea I’m born and raised right here in Seattle.” 

“ Well that’s cool it’s really pretty here, it took a while to get used to the weather, but once I got over that adjustment period I fell in love.”  Before Darby could say anything else Cassidy decided this was the perfect time to pop in and knock out the progress the two had made in trying to break the awkwardness. 

“ We aren’t about to talk about the weather, are you two serious right now?” Cassidy rolled his eyes and took a sip of his coffee. Tara elbowed him in the stomach causing him to gag on the hot beverage and burn his tongue. He shot her a confused look and she glared at him and shook her head. 

“  You know I think I left my wallet at the venue. It's only like 4 miles from here Tara can we run back and get that before they lock up for the night?” Cassidy smirked 

“ Oh yea let’s go, you guys stay here! We will be right back, just order us some waffles with a side of hashbrowns and bacon, we’ll be back for you know it!” Tara winked as they slid out of the booth before a word of protest could be spoken and dashed towards the door. Darby turned toward Jenna and looked sympathetically. 

“ So… what do you want to talk about”

[k-looking-glass-house]

"It's gonna be a hot summer!"~

Please take care of you and everyone around you during high temperature!

K Port Fest after party~ SR card

Summon Line: Waiiiiiitttt, waaaaiiiit!! I shaiiid waiiit, pleasheee! Huh!! Ah thank you, you are a very nice child! Groooovy!!: Told you my shpecial cocktail and high shugar concentred double waffle is the besht! Home: Hnnn, that ambiance remindsh me of Sham's city! You should vishit Jubilee Port too shometime! Home Idle 1: Thish bashket? Yesh I am shupposhed to help Sham by shelling products! No I didn't shell anything, look like I forgot ahahah! Home Idle 2: Waffle, waffle, I love waffle!! K loves waffle! Gimme waffle pleashe! Waffle, waffle I love waffle! Home Idle 3: My hair, ah yesh shince it'sh too crowed here... and I'm shmall without my heels... I need to shtand out to be looked for by Sham! Home Idle - Login: Do you alsho play mushic too? We rabbit, love classhical music, like Fantasia's one! Home Idle - Groovy: The sunset almosht night time hash that shpecial aura! Am I being romantic? Yesh, I am! Home Tap 1: Nuh, nuh, nuh!!! Children shouldn't drink alcohol! Me? I am older than 3 of you combined hihihi!! Home Tap 2: Sham will be a bit dishapointed in me...huuuh...I know, I'll buy everything on my OWN!! K ish a GENIUSH! Home Tap 3: NRC apples and pears are truly shomething *nom nom* It'sh shooo good!!! I want to eat it everyday!! Home Tap 4: Shage Ishland is very different from my world! Hn... Oh it'sh Cruella!! Cruellaaaa I have Proscecooo!! Home Tap 5: Ahhh be careful, temperature drops during night time! You should drink shomething to warm you up!! Let'sh go for a warm hot orange-juice! Home Tap - Groovy: I wonder why the Headmashter all time ashk help from hish shtudents! He'sh SHO RICH! Hn.... *drinks her cocktail*

***hot orange juice is a thing here in France!

***don't drink if you're underage!! Well even as an adult, be careful!

Port fest alternate outfit!!

Somewhere IRL in France:

K: Mistress Mistress, you should take a break!! I alsho need a break from shewing!! Cass': K.....*out of energy* I can't...It's hot....I need to sleep... But I need to draw everyone nice request baby hn!!! *soul leaving her body* K: Huuughhhwww~ Mistress come on, let'sh take a break!! Here I have Champagne Rosé! Cass': *coming back to life* Let's drink Champagne ma bichette!!! Go go go!!! But only one cup, I need to draw after!! K: Okkaaay!!

Port Fest background edit done by me from Twisted Wonderland game

[tcrminates]

THE LAST DAYS OF SPARTA: verse ; star wars ; update

legendsverse

slade is born on the farming planet of CONCORD DAWN. as soon as he can, he joins the death watch, a faction of the civil war fighting for warriorlike conquest against the true mandalorians. there he meets ADELINE kane, a mandalorian obsessed with force power, who grooms him into a secret, underground military experiment secretly financed by the EMPEROR. soon after they are married and their first son grant is born, slade submits himself to the experiments.

slade is variously enhanced with cybernetic abilities, and his latent force powers come into fruition. because the force is shunned on mandalore, he never speaks of it, but adeline and the experimenters are both thrilled. however, with the scattering of the death watch, the experiment conditions are never replicated or recovered. when it scatters, slade reintegrates back into society rather than go into hiding.

JOSEPH, their second child, is force sensitive. the jedi, carrying influence on mandalore after their role in the civil war, take him back to the jedi temple. slade is not informed of it, as adeline sneaks him away in the middle of the night - adeline is ecstatic to have a force sensitive child, and can’t wait for him to be trained, though she is sure that slade would disagree. this causes a rift between them.

more and more days are spent away from MANDALORE, slade working on his bounty hunter abilities while adeline stays home with grant - something slade sees as her just reward for letting joseph go. he becomes a JEDI HUNTER, wearing his armor and taking a lightsaber as a trophy from a fallen jedi.

back home, grant, looking to be like his always absent father, gets addicted to SPICE. this kills him, and slade blames adeline, while adeline blames slade. the two of them have a fight which decimates their home, leaving slade with one less eye.

a year later, the emperor gives out ORDER 66, slaughtering all jedi. ANAKIN SKYWALKER becomes DARTH VADER, slaughtering the younglings in the temple. but one, formerly known as joseph wilson, survives with his throat cut just shallowly enough to live. found hiding in the temple by slade, he’s taken under slade’s wing as he believes that he can no longer trust him with adeline, and the life for a force sensitive child is extremely dangerous.

canonverse alterations

slade is an “old mandalorian” in the civil war, and goes into exile with adeline. most things stay the same - except slade rejoins death watch, working secret undercover missions for them and siding with bo katan when death watch split. when he had his final fight with adeline, he left to become a mercenary.

[insfiringyou]

Thanks anon for the post below, our reply is in the comments as you submitted it instead of as an ask :)

I liked the anon asking why V is like he is as a character. I enjoyed thinking about it because tbh I also really, REALLY struggle with him 😒😒😒. Hearing admins and other readers explore him has been helpful.

So I was thinking the bullying history for sure and also a lack of siblings. Maybe real V has some siblings way younger than him? I don’t know about real-life or character V’s sibling status, but I don’t think he’s mentioned siblings in the story.

No hate at all to real-life only children!! And as we see with YS (who is mature & thoughtful) not all only children in the story have V’s struggles. I think though when you have a big, dreamy, kind of demanding personality, similarish-aged (lol) siblings help because you are forced to think of and accommodate others from early in life. It can’t just be about you and your desires. I think it’s also a good reality check because most siblings tease you and call you out on your bullshit. Because they grow up with you, if you’re close enough as siblings, they see your patterns, you know? Like maybe V’s parents don’t know his dating habits much, but if V had a sibling or 2 that he really loved (maybe an older sibling would’ve been good for him and maybe, specifically, a sister who V really thinks is awesome and really respects) they could say like “hey you treat the girls you date like fictional characters. They are full people and you need to respect that.” And maybe V would take it to heart, you know? I think sister (instead of brother) because V already has weird masculinity stuff going on. Maybe he’d feel competitive with a brother like for his dad’s love or to be more manly or whatever. But a sister with a strong personality who’s a little more realistic than him (while still valuing openness and loving him) a lot would’ve been good I think. Also seeing women in a more realistic light from when he was young I think would’ve been helpful for him.

I feel like he’s in this weird spot where he doesn’t have someone he’s close to who can really push him and help him see himself and his behaviors differently/accurately without also leading him to think he’s horrible and developing poor self-esteem. For ex, I feel if RM or Suga tried to sort of “lecture” him, he’d feel really stressed and ashamed inside (because he ultimately respects and loves them) and would then blow up to protect himself or would really shut down and get depressed/have a bad self-image for a while.

Whereas I think a sibling can sometimes strike this balance of dragging you and really forcing you to see reality but, because you also know their issues, have a similar family background/were raised similarly, and because there’s this sense of unconditional love you can count on, you sort of cry it out/hash it out/yell it out and grow without hating yourself or severely damaging the relationship (obvs with healthy siblings and I’m saying V would benefit from a healthy sibling dynamic).

Like how he’s just ignoring the members? I feel a sibling (again a close, loving one!) would be like bothering V until he engaged, you know? Leaving messages like “what the eff is wrong with you?! Answer my calls,” “what are you dead? Pick up,” “hiding with your head in the sand are you?!” You know like pushing his buttons but with the intention of showing him there’s someone out there that’s not like “giving up on him.” Or the sibling could be someone that just drops by unannounced, nagging V bit, and like pushing him to engage a bit. I just don’t think he could hide from a sibling the way he does the members. And I think his false persona would be immediately seen and called out by a sibling, especially when he used the persona as a defense mechanism. V hiding instead of dealing with things is one of his big issues and maybe a sibling would help with that a bit.

For ex, after his cheating JK could’ve “hid” like V and just dropped off. He could’ve been so ashamed and embarrassed that he just shut YS and everyone out and disappeared. And he was ashamed and embarrassed and yet he still did his work and he didn’t completely shut everyone out. And when YS gives him the chance to earn her love back, JK is 100% vulnerable (“I totally messed up, I still love you so much, I feel so stupid…” like he let his feelings be known). I think, if I remember correctly, he even admits his wrong to RM or someone? It’s so healthy, you know? I totally fucked up, but I’m going to be vulnerable and honest, and I’m going to do better. And that energy encourages both personal growth (because you see and admit your faults) AND love and respect from others (which V wants so much but doesn’t seem to understand how to get it). Like admins always say, V wants love and respect but puts on a fake persona to try and get it versus being vulnerable because he’s so scared of being vulnerable. Maybe a sibling who would sort of “force” vulnerability because they’d be close and could see V clearly would help.

And the sibling could kind of say like “get over yourself; you’re neither the worst or the best” and would pull V of his isolated musings and self-protective mode a bit because loving siblings have a way of doing that. And yeah he has Cass who kinda pushes him/calls him out, but I think he’s the type that needs a more consistent person to do that for him who he also knows loves him unconditionally and thinks highly of him overall. Just my thoughts of course!!

I obvs love JK and YS so much lol 😍. I like that they’re more casual but still have heart to hearts in little ways like when YS wanted to know if JK liked her blonde hair better or when JK kind of felt embarrassed about not getting YS more nuanced, “mature” gifts for Valentine’s and instead getting more like stereotypical sweet things that have a more “teens in love” vibe lol. I do think, if admins ever want to, it’d be interesting to hear him talk to her about his career a bit. Does he like his pop songs? Does he wish he could sing some other things? I know part of his character development is identity formation because he’s so sweet and easygoing that he’s a little more easily influenced by others and not as sure who he is. And of course he’s still on the younger side. Anyway, if it ever fits a YS/JK story, I’d love to hear him open up to her about his thoughts on his solo career/career trajectory! Ok that’s more than enough words, bye lol!

[thewayshedreamed]

This Time— Part 6

A Nessian Fan Fic

Fic Masterlist

This chapter offers some additional insight into Nesta’s thought process and sheds a little light on the ongoing process her emotional development has become. I hope it comes through!

This is somewhat of a “building” chapter so that we can get Nessian to the crest, so to speak. Part 7 is already written and only needs some editing, so it’s possible that I’ll be doing a double update today ☺️ They certainly have a lot to discuss, and once I started writing, I couldn’t stop. 😂 Anyway, enough of me. Enjoy!

Links to the previous parts:

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 ||

Warnings for grief related to the loss of a parent and some strong language.

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Around 11:00 PM, Nesta decided she couldn’t be alone with her thoughts anymore. She was ruminating on similar memories and effectively raking herself over the coals. Although she knew any one of her friends would be there for her no matter the time of day, she picked up her phone to call the one she knew would most likely be awake at this hour.

“Hello?” Azriel’s raspy voice came through the phone.

“Were you asleep?! Since when do you go to bed early?” Her surprise was obvious by her tone. What the hell? He’s never in bed before midnight.

“Nes. Always a pleasure.” Azriel breathed a chuckle into the phone. “I usually wouldn’t be. I’m.. umm.. at a friend’s house tonight.”

Nesta gasped and dropped her voice. “Oh my gods. Az, were you on a date?! Am I interrupting?” She clapped her free hand over her forehead. “I’m the worst. I’m sorry.”

Another chuckle from Azriel. “You don’t have to whisper, you know. She can’t hear you. You’re not interrupting anything. I was asleep when you called, but I’m out on the couch now. What’s up?”

”If you were asleep, then that counts as interrupting! Are you sure?”

”Yes. Just, maybe the short version?” His tone was tentative, almost as if he felt guilty asking her to keep it concise at 11 PM. No one truly deserved Azriel as their friend.

“I can do that. So, here it is. I’ll save you the long, tedious trip through my brain.” She paused for half a second to take a breath. “I’m in love with Cassian.” She let out a quiet groan for effect.

”Mhmm...” The lilting of his voice implied that he was waiting for something like the punchline of a joke; the unknown part of her statement.

Her breath caught. “I kind of expected more of a reaction.”

”Did you? I thought there was more to it.” He seemed entirely neutral in that grating way of his.

”How did you know?!” She asked, incredulously.

”You told me.”

“Mm.. I don’t think so. When?” Now she was actually confused. Did she make some kind of drunken confession at Rita’s? She would remember having this revelation before now.

“At brunch. When we were driving home.”

”What are you talking about?!” Her voice was definitely higher pitched than it had been previously. She was anxious to hear his response, thinking he had surely dreamed this.

”Nesta. We were in my car, backing out of the parking lot. You asked me, ‘Why couldn’t we be the ones to fall in love?’ Or something along those lines. I thought that you were using some cryptic way of telling me because it implied two parties. Why do you think I hit the brakes so hard?” He seemed impatient, as if he was telling her the most obvious thing in the world.

“I thought maybe the question weirded you out! I didn’t even realize what I said, to be honest. How the actual fuck do you notice tiny things like that?” She didn’t wait on his response. He would know it was rhetorical. “Now my problem is this: I think he’s dating someone, so I’ve lost my chance.” She briefly told him what she had overheard the night of Elain’s birthday, her voice starting to crack toward the end.

”Hm. He hasn’t said anything to me about that, but I could see why he would wait being that you and I are close. But honestly, I don’t know that you could ever lose your chance with Cassian, Nes.”

She didn’t have anything to say to that. She simply sat there, playing with the corner of her throw blanket and hoping he would continue. He seemed to sense her discomfort and started talking again.

“I think you’ll regret it if you don’t talk to him. But, if I can offer my opinion, maybe wait a little while so that you know you’re absolutely sure this is what you want. I don’t know how he would handle it if you decided it’s not what you want.”

She felt herself prickle with defensiveness. “I wouldn’t do that to him, Az. Of course I’m sure. It only took me an eternity to figure this shit out.”

Azriel responded in a soothing tone he so often used with her. “I know. But remember, you’re not the one he talks to about you. I’m just looking out for my brother. Maybe let it marinate, yeah?”

She knew his intentions were pure, and she couldn’t really blame him for being protective. Before she could respond, she heard a feminine voice in the background ask: “Az, everything okay?”

She heard him pull the phone away from his face to answer. “Oh, yeah. All good. It’s Nesta.”

Delayed by her scattered brain and the copious amount of wine, the identity of the voice finally hit her full force.

”IS THAT ELAIN?!” She sat up straighter as if it would allow her to hear them more readily.

She heard Azriel laugh, followed by a shuffling on the other end.

“Hello? Nesta? Everything okay?” Nesta could hear the genuine concern in her voice.

“Hey, El. Everything’s fine! Sorry to crash your date. It seems we have quite a bit to talk about. Very soon.”

It took Elain a couple of seconds to respond, and Nesta could hear the smile in her voice. “Yeah. I think we do. Someone told me I should just talk to him. Turns out that they were right.” She paused, waiting for an “I told you so” from Nesta. She didn’t have the energy. “You know you can talk to me about Cassian, too, right?”

Nesta shut her eyes tightly and shook her head. “Of course. I’m sorry. I’ve been leaning on Az since our fight, and I honestly haven’t had the energy to bring it up beyond that. But I do want to talk to you. And Feyre. It’s just been...hard.”

“I can imagine. It’s hard to remember a time before you and Cass. It’s like the end of an era or something. Just know that we’re here.” Her voice was soft, laced with worry and a desire to help her older sister.

”Maybe for now,” Nesta teased, “but you may not have much time to chat these days.”

She knew she was blatantly deflecting, but El’s words had caused tears to prick her eyes yet again. It’s hard to remember a time before you and Cass. She realized how true it was, and what upset her the most was that she knew she didn’t want to know a time without Cassian.

The call wrapped up with more gentle teasing between the sisters, and eventually, embarrassing Azriel a bit over speakerphone. She told them she loved them and promised to keep them updated on how she was feeling. Her heart felt lighter once she finally ended the call, thanks to the laughter they managed to pull from her.

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Christine Archeron’s death anniversary fell on a Tuesday that year, and Nesta awoke with a similar irritation as last year— death anniversaries should never fall on weekdays. She went through the familiar motions as any other morning, headed to work, and concentrated on her various tasks she was expected to juggle at any given time. As appearances went, it looked like any other ordinary day to those around her, so the extra heaviness remained hers alone to carry.

On her lunch break, she got a chance to pull her phone to check her messages and mindlessly scroll through social media. She had been focused on scrolling for so long that her phone took her by surprise when it vibrated in her hand. She tapped the notification by reflex and found herself studying the sender’s name as if it was some sort of mistake.

Cassian: Thinking about you today. I know it’s a rough one. Keep your head up. Christine would have it no other way ❤️

Nesta read the text several times in a row; just to make sure it was real. It had been so long since he’d contacted her intentionally, and it made her happy that he still thought to reach out today. It simultaneously made her a little sad; however, because it was yet another reminder of what she’d lost in him. That was an issue to deal with later.

Nesta: Of course you are, because you’re the perfect human, and I don’t deserve you. Thanks, Cass 💕 Means the world to me to hear from you. Mom really loved you, and I know she would appreciate you looking out for us.

She hesitated over the send button for several seconds before deciding to go through with it. It felt so weird to intentionally script any type of message to him being that they had spent most of their relationship entirely uncensored. Everything about it felt wrong— she couldn’t act natural with him because it wasn’t appropriate anymore, yet she didn’t feel right having to draft and redraft their communication. It was all so fucked, and she was tired of this odd limbo they stayed in.

She reflected on her conversation with Azriel and Elain on the night she had unintentionally crashed their date. She knew that they both held strong points about her situation and wouldn’t advise her to try to repair things if they knew it was a lost cause. She acknowledged that Azriel, specifically, knew more than he was at liberty to tell her. That being the case, she decided that was evidence in favor of hashing things out with Cassian. It wasn’t long before she was lost in her own thoughts, her food entirely forgotten.

I’ve spent my entire life trying to ensure I didn’t need anyone. I never wanted to depend heavily on another person in a way that I couldn’t manage on my own. But that’s not really the case anyway, right? I’ve managed fine these few weeks, but that’s the thing. I’ve managed. Why do I try to insist that’s enough for me?

But what if the door is closed? What if this was Cassian’s final push, and he’s gone? I don’t know Alis, and she could be wonderful. She probably appreciates the shit out of him and saw immediately that he’s not the average person. She probably knows how special he is. She probably beams anytime he enters a room and tries to take care of his heart in any way she can. She’s probably fucking delightful.

But does that really compete with history? I guess if that history is filled with turmoil, it could. She’ll never know the Cassian that was a freshman in high school— braces and curly hair, still a head taller than most of the other boys in class. She won’t remember how he hit his second growth spurt the summer after sophomore year, where he started to fill out and caught the attention of any girl with a pulse. She doesn’t know what it’s like when he’s truly angry with his dad and the world. She doesn’t know the full range of his eclectic music tastes or the guilty pleasures he sings depending on his mood. She didn’t do the leg work to reconcile the tough, intimidating exterior when he gets upset with the gentle soul beneath. There’s no way she knows when his humor and his laughter are distractions from his pain rather than when they’re genuine. She can’t love him like I do. Im-fucking-possible.

She was pulled abruptly out of her head, and incredible jealousy, by her alarm. It was time to go back to work and finish out the day, and she hoped it passed as quickly as possible. She silently chastised herself for piling this emotional time bomb on today of all days as she threw away her lunch and walked out of the break room.

So much for leaving this issue for later.

She resolved to put all of these thoughts back into their little box until she had the emotional energy to open the lid once again. Whenever the hell that would be.

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The rest of the day zoomed by at a blissful pace, thank the gods. In fact, when Nesta glanced at the clock, she realized it was several minutes after 5:00 PM. She clocked out, grabbed her things, and climbed into her car. She took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself to make the drive out to the cemetery. She wasn’t sure what time Elain had been able to go by, but Nesta had agreed to meet Feyre at 5:30 to pay their respects. It was becoming a standing tradition, where they would make their short visit whenever they could during the day and follow with dinner together as a family.

She made it with a few minutes to spare, so she took that time to sit with her mom one-on-one. She gave her a brief update on her life, told her how much she loved and missed her, and gently brushed any leaves or grass clippings off of her headstone. There were fresh flowers in her vase, something she noted each year on her death anniversary. Any other time of year, they kept seasonally appropriate faux flowers to make sure her site was properly decorated. She made a mental note to offer to contribute to the fresh arrangement in the years following when she saw her family at dinner. They were always taken care of before she made it out to the cemetery, and she didn’t want to risk forgetting for the next year. She leaned into the arrangement, taking in the various floral scents emanating from the blooms in the bouquet. There was a myriad of vivid colors, wildflowers throughout, and Nesta loved how true to her mother’s spirit they were.

She turned when she heard car doors and saw Feyre approaching with Rhysand. She stood, extending an arm out to her baby sister, who accepted it readily and rested her head on her shoulder. They wrapped their arms around each other, and Rhysand stood nearby, resting his hand on Feyre’s opposite shoulder. They stood together for several minutes until Nesta excused herself to allow Feyre some time alone with their mom as well.

She drove to her father’s house where she found Elain already setting the table for dinner. They worked together quietly, making sure they had plenty of place settings for everyone. Azriel offered his help to carry various dishes of food to the dining table and took his seat next to Elain once it was all settled. Almost as if on cue, Feyre and Rhysand walked into the house and took their seats as well. The dinner started off quiet considering the somber mood, but Feyre was the first to break the tension when she started to tell stories from their childhood. In a matter of moments, their home was filled with animated story telling and loud bouts of laughter, and Nesta couldn’t think of a better way to honor her mom’s love of life.

As everyone finished up, she suddenly remembered her mental note from earlier. She waited for a natural lull in conversation, then commented softly, “Mom’s flowers were beautiful, you guys. You did an amazing job.”

”They were really perfect. They couldn’t have been more ‘Christine’ if you tried,” Feyre remarked.

“Elain, Dad. I’m not sure which of you took care of them this year, but would you let me take care of next time? I haven’t contributed since she passed, and I’d really like to.”

Mr. Archeron softly shook his head back and forth, communicating to Nesta that it hadn’t been him. Nesta adjusted her gaze to Elain who looked just as confused.

“Oh. Nes, I assumed it was one of you. I didn’t... I didn’t order them. I wished I had.” She looked down at her hands, and Azriel placed a supportive arm across the back of her chair.

“Okay... so who did?” She glanced around the table from person to person, but no one took any credit. It was Rhys who spoke up first, clearing his throat to master his voice.

“You don’t know?”

”Obviously.” She looked to Feyre for support. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Feyre said nothing, watching Rhysand talk with rapt attention.

When he spoke again, it was cautious, as if his words may startle her. “Nesta. The flowers are from Cassian. He’s done them every year since Mrs. Christine died.”

She was suddenly short of breath. Everyone’s attention snapped to Rhys, including her father’s. Her sisters and Azriel were looking at Rhysand with stunned expressions, their eyes flicking to her face occasionally.

“What? How could you know— why would you know, when we don’t? What the fuck is going on?” She was falling over her own words, struggling to form any cohesive thought.

”I’m so sorry,” Rhysand glanced around the room for the first time, realizing he had everyone’s attention. “The only reason I knew was because he asked me to make sure they made it from the flower shop to her gravesite the year he had knee surgery. He asked me to keep it to myself then, but I figured by now he would have said something to at least one other person.” He looked down into his plate, various emotions playing over his handsome face. Feyre leaned over to comfort him, knowing he was likely embarrassed to be the reason the air had changed so dramatically.

Nesta’s head was swimming, emotions roiling from a million different directions. She knew anger was cheap and unfair, but she pulled on that tether as hard as she could to make sure she could navigate everything she was processing. She was on her feet suddenly, pushing her chair away from the table and walking toward her keys.

“I have to go.” She couldn’t be in here anymore. The room was too small, the walls were too close. Too many people. She picked up the pace, flinging the door open and shutting it hard behind her. She was down the porch steps when she heard the door open again. Azriel’s voice followed her.

”Nesta. Where are you going? Nesta, stop!” He had jogged lightly to catch up with her, and he tugged her gently by the wrist to stop her. She spun on him quickly, eyes flaring and brimming with tears.

“Anywhere but here! What the fuck was that, Az?”

He said nothing; looked down at his own feet as he shook his head.

“Cassian has some fucking nerve, you know that? Why is he insisting upon himself?” Her voice was lowered and had taken on an almost eerie quality; the calm before the proverbial storm.

“Nes, I don’t think he meant to upset you. It sounds like it’s something he’s made somewhat of a tradition. Maybe he just wanted to be sure and see it through.”

”He doesn’t get to do that anymore, Azriel. He doesn’t get to butt-dial me while he makes date plans with some girl, then turn around and send flowers to my dead mother. What am I supposed to think about that? And how would that make his girlfriend feel?” Azriel pulled her into a hug at that, resting his chin on top of her head. He didn’t answer her. There was nothing to say.

She pulled away from him, gripping her keys, and walked toward her car. “I’m out. Tell them I love them, and I’ll call tomorrow.” She nodded her chin toward the house, climbed into her car, and backed out of the driveway.

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She wasn’t sure how long she’d driven before she found herself in his driveway. She knew it hadn’t been very long considering the sun was still clinging to the end of the day. She honestly didn’t remember making the conscious decision to come here, likely fueled by anger and muscle memory more than anything else. She was still so frustrated at her situation, her emotions spilling over and refusing to be put into that stupid fucking box anymore. The worst part was that, as mad as she was with him, she so badly wanted to see him. She wished the circumstances were less complicated so that she could knock, ask for a hug and some tea, and lay on his couch. They were a hell of a long way from those people now.

She loosed a breath, puffing her cheeks with air and exhaling slowly. Just before she peeled her head from the headrest to get out, his front door opened. He opened it most of the way, then leaned against the door jamb on his shoulder. He had his hands in the pockets of his sweats and one of his ankles crossed casually over the other. For a moment, she only looked at him, unable to move or offer any type of acknowledgement. She took in the charcoal henley he was wearing, unbuttoned save for the very last one. The small flap of the opening leaned to the side, revealing the base of his neck and the beginning of his tattoos. He looked so very Cassian, casual and laid-back, that she struggled to keep her emotions level at the mere sight of him. His hair was down, looking like he had just run his fingers through it with its deep part and how it fell haphazardly around his face. He was wearing his reading glasses, she noticed, the thick frames highlighting the sharp angle of his cheekbones and the wide set of his jaw. He gave her a soft smile, and cocked his head to the side and back in invitation. She could almost hear him gently telling her to “get in here”.

Too late to turn back now.

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[newsies-of-corona]

Corona’s Easter Extravaganza!

It was a beautiful, sunny Sunday morning in Corona. Pastel streamers and banners were hung up everywhere, and everyone was bustling about making preparations and packing eggs for Princess Rapunzel’s Easter Celebration!

Rapunzel was walking around town, admiring the decorations that she and the kingdom had made the day before and saying hello to all of her subjects.

“Isn’t this great Pascal?” Rapunzel said excitedly to the chameleon on her shoulder. “We’ve never celebrated Easter this big before, and I’m so excited! I have to say, painting some of those eggs and banners was hard work, but I’m so glad we could get everyone together to do something fun!”

Eugene walked beside her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You did great, Sunshine. The place looks amazing!”

“Aww. Thanks Eugene,” Rapunzel said, smiling. “That reminds me, I have a surprise for you!”

“Great! I love surprises! Is it another portrait of me? That last one you did really brought out my eyes.”

“Yeah, they looked even more horrifying than they normally do,” Cassandra said coming up behind Eugene and making him jump.

“Agh! Great. The witch has returned! Blondie, no offense, but that’s the worst surprise ever,” He said glaring at Cassandra.

Rapunzel laughed.

“Come on, Eugene. You haven’t seen each other in months! Can’t my two favorite people at least pretend to like each other? Just for today?”

“Raps, I just traveled for 3 days to be here in time for your celebration and now you’re telling me that I can’t do the one thing that brings me joy?” Cassandra said punching Eugene on the arm.

“Ow!”

Rapunzel looked at both of them and sighed. “Fine. I’ll give you an hour. Hash it out all you want, but then you need to be nice to each other. Please? For me?” Rapunzel said smiling sweetly.

“Anything for you, Sunshine,” Eugene said. “But just to be clear, we have an hour? Because I have been dying to use some of these insults.”

Rapunzel nodded and laughed.

Eugene pumped his fist in victory and ran over to Cassandra.

“I know that Eugene doesn’t like to admit it, Pascal, but deep down I know he misses Cass,”

Rapunzel was cut off by yelling behind her.

“No wonder crime is running rampant in Corona! They chose an idiot to be captain of the guard!” Cassandra laughed.

“Oh you want to play it that way, huh? As I recall, you were half of the problem!” Eugene fired back.

“Ooo touché.”

“Ah. There’s the arguments I’ve always missed,” Rapunzel sighed.

The princess continued walking around until she was nearly knocked over by her Royal Engineer.

“Rapunzel!”

Varian skidded to a stop, dropping half of his compounds and solutions in the process.

Rapunzel laughed and knelt down to help him pick them up.

“Varian! What’s the rush?”

“Oh n-nothing. I’m so glad I found you! I was just wondering if I could borrow Pascal for a thing...” Varian said, putting his hand behind his neck.

“A thing? Varian you’re going to have to be more specific.”

“Haha...uh...well you see Ruddiger was-was lonely! So I was hoping I could borrow Pascal to keep him some company?” Varian laughed awkwardly and looked up at Rapunzel.

“Well..okay,” Rapunzel said slowly.

“Thanks Princess!” Varian said taking Pascal and starting to run off.

“Well that was weird,” Rapunzel said to herself.

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Varian ran back to his lab in the palace as fast as he could, Pascal hanging on to the stripe in his hair so that he didn’t fall.

“Okay,” Varian gasped, “Let’s get to work.”

He tried to find Pascal, looking on his shoulders and on the ground to see if he dropped him while he was running. After a few minutes Varian noticed the little chameleon clinging on to his hair and gasping for breath.

“Woah! Sorry Pascal, I probably shouldn’t have run so fast, heh. I just had to get this done before the competition starts.” Varian said, setting Pascal down on his desk that was cluttered open science books and a basket full of blue, handpainted eggs made by Rapunzel.

Pascal eyed Varian suspiciously. “Okay, so technically I didn’t need you for Ruddiger, but he’s over there if you guys want to catch up?”

Pascal looked at Ruddiger who was chewing an apple and then looked back at Varian.

“Fine. Yes, I lied to the princess, but it’s for the sake of science! I’ve been studying chameleons and how your species is able to blend into your surroundings, and I believe I can develop a serum that can make anything, for my sake, eggs, blend in to their surroundings! I’m almost finished, but I just need to examine how you’re able to do it so I can find a compound that might react the same way.”

Pascal still looked unconvinced.

“Okay, so you know the princess is having an egg hiding competition? The prize is being able to design the lanterns for Rapunzel’s next birthday! I’ve been working on some lantern designs using Flynnolium and other chemicals, but I won’t be permitted to use them unless I win. With this formula, no one will be able to find my eggs! It’s genius! And...I had to lie to her because it doesn’t exactly say in the rules that there isn’t any science or alchemy allowed, but she might think it’s cheating...” Varian trailed off.

“But just for the record, I don’t think it is.” He said quickly crossing his arms.

“Come on, Pascal. We’re buddies right? Can you please do this for me?”

Pascal thought about it, and then chirped reluctantly in agreement.

“Thanks Pascal! I owe you one. Now don’t worry, all I need you to do is that thing where you blend in to your surroundings,” Varian said taking out a magnifying glass.

Pascal chirped and then faded into the background.

“Fascinating,” Varian said examining the reptile.

He rifled through his bag and took out a vial of green-ish solution.

“I believe this should do the trick!”

He poured it in to the existing the solution on his desk and Ruddiger and Pascal backed up and covered their ears, waiting for an explosion. The solution bubbled for a minute, and then settled down and almost seemed to turn invisible.

“Yes! It worked!”

A bell chimed in the distance meaning that the competition was about to start.

“And just in time too. Come on Pascal! Let’s go hide some eggs.”

Varian poured the solution on top of the eggs giving the illusion that the basket was empty, and ran outside, Pascal in tow, dropping invisible eggs along the way.

He met up with the rest of the crowd surrounding Rapunzel just as the bell stopped ringing.

He ran up to Rapunzel and gave her back Pascal, who chirped, happy to be back with his owner.

“Thanks, Varian! I hope Ruddiger had fun!”

“Oh..y-yeah. Definitely!” Varian said smiling awkwardly and running to join the rest of the crowd.

“Welcome everyone to Corona’s first Easter Extravaganza!!”

The crowd applauded as Rapunzel went on.

“This year we decided it would be fun to have a kingdom-wide Easter egg hunt! To add on to the fun, we’re making it a competition! Kids 12 and under will compete in trying to find eggs hidden by our adults! Whoever gets the most eggs will win a huge candy bar provided by Monty’s Sweet Shoppe!”

There was a resounding applause as Rapunzel unveiled the candy bar.

“But the fun isn’t over! Our egg-hiders will also compete on who can hide their eggs the best! The eggs will be color coded, and whoever has the least amount of their color eggs found at the end wins an opportunity to design the next floating lanterns!”

There was another set of applause and murmuring in the crowd.

“If you signed up to hide the eggs, you already have your eggs and your color, and you can start hiding them! You have 1 hour to pick some hard to find spots! All the other kids participating in egg-finding, meet me in the palace for some more Easter-y fun! Good luck everyone! Ready, Set, Go!”

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Eugene grabbed his egg basket filled with green painted eggs and ran to the outskirts of the castle. He went around the back and climbed up the castle wall, being careful to not spill any of his eggs.

“Didn’t think I’d be doing this again. Haha man, the nostalgia!”

When he was on the palace roof, he walked around placing 2 to 3 eggs on the tops of the towers and putting the rest of them on different places of the roof.

“There’s no way that anyone’s gonna find these. Lanterns with me and Blondie’s face on them? Check!”

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Once Rapunzel finished her speech, she went into the palace to make sure the kids were occupied, then grabbed her baskets of lavender and pink eggs and headed outside.

“Knowing our friends Pascal, they’ll definitely be hiding their eggs so that no one can find them, and since I can’t win the prize, I figured I should put some eggs in easy places so that the kids can actually win,” Rapunzel said placing a pink egg in the plain sight by a bush.

Rapunzel laughed, “I just hope Eugene doesn’t go as far as putting them on a roof or something.”

Rapunzel put one of the baskets of eggs on the ground so that Pascal could help her, and 30 minutes later the streets were littered with beautiful lavender and pink eggs.

Cassandra walked up and examined Rapunzel’s handiwork.

“Raps, I’m not sure if you understand the whole hiding concept of hiding eggs.”

“Hey Cass! Did you and Eugene have a good time fighting?”

Cassandra laughed, “As much as I hate to admit it, I missed making fun of that over-confident, egocentric husband of yours.”

“Aww I’m glad you guys had fun! Oh I almost forgot,” Rapunzel reached into her purse and pulled out 5 sets of pastel bunny ears. She handed 2 to Cassandra.

“Can you give these to Eugene and Varian if you see them? I just think they’re so cute and festive and they’d look so adorable in them.” Rapunzel said excitedly.

“Oh I can definitely do that,” Cassandra said with a laugh.

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Eugene climbed down the roof and came face to face with Cassandra holding 2 pairs of bunny ears.

“Oh no. Don’t tell me Blondie wants me to wear these?”

“Oh yeah. It wasn’t even my idea! This day just keeps getting better.” Cassandra said holding out some blue fluffy ears to Eugene.

Eugene put them on, grumbling something under his breath.

Cassandra bursted out laughing, “Now your ears are even bigger than before, Fitzherbert!”

“Oh yeah, laugh it up. You’re probably next.” Eugene grumbled.

Just then, Rapunzel ran by wearing a pair of lavender bunny ears, with Pascal wearing tiny white ones, and handed an extra pair to Cassandra.

“I forgot to give you yours Cass!” Rapunzel said. “And awww look at my little Eubunny! Eu...rabbit? Eu...”

Eugene cut her off .

“No, we are not making that a thing.”

“Awe, Okay,” Rapunzel said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Bye guys!”

Cassandra put on the ears, frowning, then looked at Eugene.

“Eubunny,” she said under her breath.

“Cassandrabbit.” Eugene said back.

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Varian was busy hiding his invisible eggs when he saw Cassandra standing in front of him wearing purple bunny ears.

Varian started laughing until she held out a light teal pair to him.

“Join the squad, kid.”

Varian took the ears and then looked at Cassandra.

“Did Rapunzel-”

“Yep.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yep.”

He put the ears on and try to ignore all of the laughter coming his way, eventually giving in and laughing with Cassandra.

“So Varian, how have you been? It’s been a while.”

“It has,” he laughed nervously. “I’ve been good, how about you?”

“Same here. It’s been different, not having all of my friends around and not hearing explosions every two seconds.”

They both laughed.

“I’ve missed you, kid.”

“I’ve missed you too, Cassie. Varian said smiling. “I’m glad we’re still friends after...everything, heh.”

“Me too, Varian. So tell me, why does it look like you’re hiding a basket full of nothing?”

“Haha, um well... I guess I can tell you. But you have to promise to not tell anyone else.”

“You got it,” Cassandra told him.

Varian looked around frantically, making sure no one was listening and then told Cassandra his whole plan.

“Wow, Varian. That’s pretty intense for just an egg hunt,” She laughed. “Don’t worry though. You’re not the only one doing shady things to win. I just saw Eugene on the palace roof earlier.”

“Heh. Well I admire his creativity but it is no match for the power of science!”

Varian pumped his fist in the air, breaking open 3 eggs he forgot he was holding which splattered all over him.

Cassandra laughed, “Well hopefully the ‘power of science’ will help you clean up this mess. See ya later kid!”

“Ew. Why did she have to paint them raw?” Varian said to himself. “It’s okay I can just use this cleaning formula I made and...”

Varian poured the formula on himself which cleaned up the eggs, but also burnt holes through his shirt.

“Great,” he said sarcastically.

The bell sounded in the distance that it was time to stop hiding the eggs, and Varian quickly placed his remaining 5 eggs by a bush and ran back to join the crowd of people starting to gather.

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Eugene saw Varian in the crowd and walked up to him.

“Hey Var- woah! What happened to you?”

“Oh you know,” Varian laughed nervously, “eggs.”

“You hid eggs too? Well sorry kid but you’re looking at the winner right here.” Eugene said, cockily, pointing to himself.

“Haha, I don’t think so. There’s no way you can outwit my alchemical methods,” Varian said.

“Well make sure to be using your ‘alchemical methods’ when you see lanterns with my finely crafted face in the sky.” Eugene taunted.

“And make sure to be using that ‘finely crafted face’ to look up and see my alchemy lanterns when I win the competition.” Varian smirked.

“Well we’ll find out won’t we?” Eugene said staring down Varian.

“Yes. We. Will.” Varian said with a glare in his eye.

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After the bell stopped ringing, kids started running out of the castle, and scrambling to find eggs. All of Rapunzel’s purple and pink ones were in plain sight, but Angry wanted more of a challenge. She ran around the back of the castle where she saw Eugene climbing when he was hiding eggs, and started climbing up the roof herself.

Catalina decided she wanted more of a challenge as well, but not as much as Angry. She looked up and found orange eggs in the trees, which she quickly grabbed.

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Eugene was walking around when he saw Lance placing one last egg in a tree.

“Lance! You’re hiding eggs too? Good spot, but unfortunately you’re not going to win.”

“Oh really Eugene? Nice ears by the way. Who’s going to think to look for an egg in a tree? It’s a hard to reach spot and what kid’s going to climb a tree anyways?” Lance looked down at Eugene with a triumphant look.

“Lance. You do realize you live in a tree house with two little girls who adore climbing things, right?” Eugene said with a smirk.

“Thank you!” Catalina said grabbing the egg next to Lance and jumping to the next tree.

“Fair point. Well where did you hide yours Eugene?”

“Only the most hard to reach place in all of Corona!” Eugene said, gesturing to the castle roof which now contained a 12 year old girl holding up a green egg.

“Found it!” Angry shouted down.

“Oh come on!” Eugene shouted.

“Kiera!! You get down from there!” Lance scolded her.

“Come up and get me, why don’t ya?” Angry taunted, laughing.

“Ughhh! What is the matter with you Eugene!” Lance yelled running after Angry.

“Don’t worry buddy, it’s good exercise!” Eugene shouted back, laughing.

He started walking back until he realized he was going to lose and started running after Lance.

“Wait! Don’t take all my eggs!”

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The bell rang again symbolizing the end of the hunt, and the kids flocked to the throne room to turn in their baskets full of eggs to be counted.

When the counting was over, Rapunzel called everyone out to the courtyard to announce the winners.

“Hi everyone! Great job to all of our egg hunters and egg hiders! The results were very close but I have our winners right here!”

Rapunzel pulled out a paper and the crowd went silent as she read it.

“Our winner for most eggs is...Catalina Schitz! Come on up and get your prize!”

Catalina and Angry both went up to pick up the chocolate bar because it was bigger than both of them. The audience cheered but Lance yelled the loudest making the girls blush.

“Everyone else did a great job as well! There’s candy for all of you in the throne room!” Rapunzel said.

“And now for the winner of the best egg hiders, give it up for Varian with 0 eggs found!”

“What?!” Eugene yelled.

“Yes!” Varian shouted.

“None found? How does that even happen?”

Varian leaned over to Eugene and whispered “alchemy.”

“But we’re not done yet!” Rapunzel went on. “We have a runner up for this competition! Give it up for Eugene Fitzherbert with 2 eggs found!”

“Only because they caught me before I grabbed the rest.” Angry said.

“And their prize is they will be working together to design the next lanterns!”

“What?!” Eugene and Varian shouted in unison.

“Great job boys!” Rapunzel said, “and Happy Easter to everyone!”

Rapunzel went up to Varian and Eugene to congratulate them on winning.

“I can’t wait to see what you two come up with together!” Rapunzel said.

“Yay...” Varian trailed off, pretending to be excited.

“I mean you two are so creative!” Rapunzel went on. “Sneaking off and lying to me so you could hide the eggs in impossible places and even disguising them using Pascal’s abilities! I have to say I’m impressed.”

“But how did you-” Eugene started.

“Eugene, I saw you on the roof from miles away and I stepped on at least 5 of Varian’s eggs.”

Eugene and Varian looked down and mumbled “sorry.”

“I forgive you. And this should be punishment enough for you. Plus the rabbit ears,” Rapunzel laughed.

Eugene and Varian looked at each other and eventually started laughing.

“Team Awesome?” Eugene asked, holding out his fist.

“Team Awesome.” Varian replied bumping Eugene’s fist.

“Oh and Varian, good luck finding all of your other eggs!” Rapunzel said handing him a basket.

“Yeah, I guess I deserved that,” Varian said laughing nervously.

“With my help, of course,” She said smiling at him.

“Don’t worry, kid. I’ll help you too,” Cassandra said coming up next to him.

“I’ll help you too, Goggles. We both cheated after all.” Eugene said.

“Thanks guys. I promise, Rapunze,l to make it up to you Eugene and I will make the best lanterns ever.” Varian told her.

“Awe. I bet they’ll be great, Varian!” Rapunzel said, hugging him.

The princess looked at the kingdom splattered with eggs.

“Wow what a mess. But it was a great Easter with all you guys! I believe our first Corona Easter Extravaganza was a success!”

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The group spent the rest of the day cleaning up eggs until the courtyard was clean again, and then raided the throne room for the rest of the candy. Varian had a massive sugar crash and passed out on the ground and Cassandra woke him up and put him to bed. Eugene and Rapunzel had a boat date where Eugene got rid of the bunny ears once and for all by throwing them in the water. Lance, Angry and Catalina spent the rest of the day eating their giant chocolate bar at their treehouse.

It was a great Easter for everyone.

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Hi guys!!! Thank you so much for reading! This was originally supposed to be a short oneshot but I think I accidentally wrote an entire episode 😅😅😅

A special thanks to everyone in the Just Varian Things chat for giving me ideas! Especially @tangled-lover-165, @princess-pathetic-112898 , @letthemsayfuck, and @panpervinca!!!

Happy Easter Everyone!

One more thing before I go, as much as we all love the eggs and the bunnies and the pastel colors, behind all that is a Savior that really died a brutal death for our sins and rose again on Easter morning so that we can live in paradise with Him. Whatever you’re going through, He’s always there and He loves you more than anything else. 💙

[growapear1950-blog]

Sorry for the late update and no update last week

Trenton and Cass were started playing beer pong with whiskey. Trenton sucked at beer pong and Cass was awesome, but Trenton is a heavyweight.

Trenton, Cass and Czar started a shots match. After a few hours, Trenton got wasted. He’s currently flirting with Mei, while Ana and I are snickering in the corner.

“ So, should we help them?” I said, as Trenton was trying to get Mei’s phone number. Even though he already has her in his contacts.

“ Come on-” he tried to say, but hiccuped. “Cutie-pie give me your digits.” Mei turn extremely red. (not like it wasn’t red already.)

“ Yeah. I’ll take care of Cass” The woman, who told me to call her Ana, said, while referring to my passed out drunk roommate.

“ Okay Trenton, you’ve had enough.” I said, while trying to pry him off of Mei.

“Je ne suis pas ivre, vous stupide pute” He said in french I guess. [Trenton said “ I am not drunk, you stupid whore”].

“Trenton, vous avez mangé un putain de chaussure!” I yelled, but nobody understood what I said. Everyone except Trenton. [I said “ Trenton you have eaten a fucking shoe”. I had meant to say “Trenton you have had fucking enough”]

“Se faire baiser et vous ne savez même pas parler Français. Quoi, avez-vous utilisé google translate, vous stupide pute.” He said to me. [He said “Get fucked and you don't even know how to speak French. What, did you use google translate, you stupid whore.”]

I started going off on him, until, well, I realized he had past out drunk when I started talking.

“ I’m going to go.” Mei said, kiss Trenton on the cheek, then left the dorm.

“ I guess the party’s over,” Lena said “ Bye luv” soon after that she left.

Then Ana grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him into the guest room, followed by Craz.

I finally had a moment to breathe since the incident. I let my hair down, changed my clothes into a big t-shirt and shorts, and grabbed 2 wine glasses, and poured what was left of the red wine into one.

Then the door to the guest room opened, revealing a tired Ana. she sat down, and poured wine into the other glass.

“Well, that just happened.” I sighed as I took a sip, then turning on Netflix.

I woke up on the couch to the smell of bacon, potatoes, and eggs. I got up from the couch and saw Trenton making breakfast with a resting bitch face and Craz was behind him making pancakes. Then I heard hurling from the bathroom.

“ Feel like shit?” I said, getting the plates out.

“ Yeah, what did I do last night?” he asked, putting the egg hash on the plates.

“ Well,” I answered,” You were heavily flirting with Mei and trying to get her number”

“ Oh.”

“ I wasn't done. You also called me a whore in french when I tried to pull you away from her, and Ana had to step in to actually get you off. In short terms, you were a dick.”

“ Crap, Sorry. By the way, they postponed training. You have 2 hours to get ready.”

“ Okay. But who’s throwing up?” I said, making my way to the bathroom.

“ It’s Cass. She’s done hurling, It’s safe.” Trenton said and sat down next Craz. They started talking to each other. I couldn’t hear them though.

“What are you talking about” I asked

“Private stuff” Craz said quietly.

“Okay” I said Trenton got up and took his and Craz’s plates and rinsed them off.

“Bye” Trenton said. Him and Craz left.

When I finished breakfast, I made my way to the bathroom. When I opened the door however, the room heavily smelled like puke. I immediately grabbed the can of Lysol from the cupboard under the sink, and sprayed the bathroom until I could barely breathe from the overbearing smell of the Lysol. I gagged, then I opened the door so the smell could air out.

When it was done airing out, and I was done cleaning the bathroom, I whipped out my phone to take a look at the time.

“ 7 O’clock” I thought, “ I have an hour”

I went back into the bathroom, and sighed with content. I grab my Shampoo, Conditioner, and Body Wash and go into the shower.

I was washing my hair, and somehow thought back to getting into Overwatch.

Codename: Siren

Real Name: Emma Adler

Nationality: American

Class: To be determined

Class: To be Determined

“ Wait, why did it say ‘ To be Determined’?” I thought.

“ Siren, you have 45 minutes!” Cass yelled, probably waiting outside the door.

I step outside, cover myself with a towel, and open the door.

“ Today you have Training with the other recruits, and your instructor is a woman who goes by Zarya. You also take the Class Placement Test and get assigned a weapon.” a tired, yet unfazed Cass told me.

“ Class Placement Test? ”

“ The class placement test is what you take to find out your Class, or group. There are four Main Classes; Offense, Defense, Tank, and Support. After you get sorted, training is personalized for what Class you got into.” Cass answered.

I went into my room when she was done talking. It was the way I left it for the most part. But, I saw some boxes that lied on my bed and a note.

‘ Sorry I was a dick. I apologized to Mei. Anyways, your uniform is in the boxes along with something else. ‘ -Trenton

I grabbed the boxes and sat on my bed. It had a denim jacket with fleece inside and the overwatch logo on one of the pockets, a dark gray tank top, cargo pants, and a pair of combat boots.

“ Wasn't there-” I was about to finish my sentence when I saw a smaller box inside the box that had the boots.

I open it and it contained a pair of battlefield goggles, and another note.

“ Because you have piss-poor vision, and you can’t bring your glasses on missions.”  — Trenton

“ Very funny” I said to myself, but still put on the outfit. I put my hair into a messy bun, and put the goggles on my head.

I made my way out of the room, and I was greeted by a crying Cass. I was in a hurry, so I couldn’t console her. I made my way to the Training arena, and at the door I was greeted by an intimidating woman with pink, spiked hair, and a deep scar running along her forehead. She was staring me down at me for what felt like for eternity.

“ Codename?” she loudly asked with a heavy Russian accent.

“ Siren” I tried to say unaffected, but came out as a very low whisper.

“ Jesus Zarya, get off her ass” a voice behind her said. It was Craz.

“ Thank god “ I thought, relieved.

They were having their own private conversation in Russian, I presume, until Zarya instructed me to go into the training area. I swiped my card to go in, and the trainees that were chatting whipped their heads at me.

“Attention!” Craz bellowed at the trainees, who were now listening intently.

“ First is the Battle Simulation Test, Also known as The class Placement Test. We’ll temporarily assign roles and see how you do.” Zarya explained to the now internally screaming recruits.

“ First off, Offense”

We were tasked to escort the payload, and already people were failing. Me and 1 other person actually completed the test.

“ Next, Defense”

We were told to do this time to keep the area, or point, controlled by our side. We did better, but people still went off to “ show off their skills “ and get solo kills.

Czar sighed, then took the trainees that went off aside. They were told to pack.

“ Now We’ll put you in a mock mission to see what role you naturally take.“ Czar said, a bit groggily. It was getting late, as it was 7pm.

We were deployed to Kings Row. We were to escort the payload, which looked like an enormous rocket. It was going as planned, EVERYONE ON THE FUCKING OBJECTIVE, when we were jumped by a tire that was heading straight for us. A man that went by Steven went in front of us, absorbing the damage, so we wouldn’t get hurt. I immediately rush to his side, health pack in hand.

“ You need to take better care of yourself” I scolded when he was back to full health.

In the end, we earned a victory. My team members were ecstatic, picking each other up and swinging each other around. Even Steven picked me up, but I immediately told him to put me down.

We walked back to the training area like tired, dying animals.

“ Excellent Job recruits. Results will be ready tomorrow. Dismissed” Craz said, barely keeping himself awake.

I was walking down the hallway to my dorm when I got a text from Zarya.

(Z=Zarya; E=Emma)

Z: Hey

E: Hey

Z: So I noticed your performance in training today

E: …

E: Did I do something wrong?

Z: No, not at all. Craz and I were talking, and we saw you was a medic-in training.

E:...

Z: Your excellent performance at keeping Agent Steven and the rest of your team alive strengthened our idea.

E: Thank you ma’am.

Z: You looked exhausted when you're dismissed. Get some rest.

E: Got it. Night.

And put my phone back in my jacket’s pocket. I opened the door, and everything was dead quiet.

“ Cass must be asleep by now.” I thought as I took off my boots at the door, and put my jacket on the coat hanger. I quietly made my way to my room to change into a tank top and shorts. With my goggles still on my head, I sat back down on the couch.

I pulled out my phone, and went on Tumblr for a bit. I was scrolling through my dashboard, until I got a text from Trenton.

(T=Trenton; E= Emma)

T: You on Tumblr again?

E: Yeah. What are you doing at 10:30 pm?

T: Just got done with paperwork.

E: Oh.

T: How was your first day of training?

E: Tiring. A bunch of people surprisingly don’t know what the objective is.

T: I know. Was the same when I was training.

T: Did they give you your electronic I.D. yet?

E: No. I think we get it when they assign our class.

T: Hmm. I checked your profile in the overwatch database. You're a medic now?

E: Yeah. Zarya texted me about it not that long ago.

T: Cool. Only 200 out of 593 recruits will become soldiers in arms, and only about 10 will become medics.

E: Cool.

E: Hey, I’m signing off for now.

T: K, bye.

I exited out of Messenger and shut off my phone. Then I passed out on the couch.