#the day xxx buddy is over is the day i Die

[pnthra]

makes baek youngchan into my own oc bcuz i love this goofy sunshine man

[absolutepokemontrash]

Bothers with an ill mc, please xxx

Okie dokie! Let’s go!

MC is Sick and Cannot Cuddle :(

Lucifer

When MC is late to breakfast and Lucifer stomps up to their room to grab them, and he sees that they haven’t even been able to make it out of bed, he’s ashamed to say he tried to drag them to school. He didn’t think they were sick! He just thought they were being lazy!

When MC nearly sneezes their soul out, that’s when he notices that they’re actually sick. But that realization came when the two of them were halfway out the door.

“Oh… my apologies, MC. Allow me to make you some soup.” “*sick groans*”

Lucifer feels really bad, so he tucks MC back into bed, and tries to coax them into taking some medicine. If MC decides to be difficult, Lucifer has a secret weapon…

*ahem*… “here comes the airplane MC~ whoosh, whoosh,”

Once the airplane of medicine has been forced down MC’s gullet, Lucifer starts barking orders to his brothers to be as quiet as possible so MC can properly rest! They need their strength!

Lucifer is sure to give MC frequent check-ups throughout the day. He just quietly opens the door and makes sure MC’s still… alive… then closes the door up.

Mammon

The human’s sick? Hah! The great Mammon can’t relate! His immune system is top of the line, and he never ever gets sick!

…so since the Great Mammon never ever gets sick, he puts himself in charge of makin’ sure MC’s illness passes with nary a worry- what do you mean he doesn’t get a day off of school?! Damn you, Lucifer!

All throughout the school day, Mammon can’t help but worry about his poor… stupid human…

What an idiot… gettin’ all sick an’ gross and possibly dyin’…

Oh no… MC dyin’ of the plague… Mammon panics, and by the time school ends, the Avatar of Greed books it back home and rushes to MC’s bedside.

“Oh MC… my sweet MC… I can’t believe you’re dyin’ on me… I didn’t even get to tell ya that I actually did listen to ya and didn’t invest in crypto… 🥺” “Mammon. I’m still alive. I just have a fever.” “Oh…uh… I didn’t invest in crypto-” “I’m happy for you, buddy.”

Mammon sits by MC’s bedside and tries to keep them entertained while they’re chained to their bed due to their sickness 🥺

Mammon gives MC a kiss, MC sneezes into his mouth. The Great Mammon becomes sick.

Leviathan

Levi is up in his room when he suddenly hears a sneeze that shakes the walls of the house. At first he thinks it’s Lucifer, then he realizes… no… it’s his Henry!

Levi sprints over to MC’s room, then doubles back to get his favourite face mask (yes, it is an ahegao face mask) before bursting through the door to nurse his poor MC back to health.

“This is just like this one episode of TSL where Henry gets seasick! Fret not, MC, your Lord of Shadows will take care of you.” “*assorted groans of pain*”

Noticing that MC isn’t exactly up to role playing, Levi finds some soothing anime music and starts playing it. Ah… relaxation…

MC tiredly thanks Levi, then sneezes all over him.

Levi also gets sick

Satan

Satan’s human is sick, you say? HAH! He’s read about any and all ailments that could ever effect a human, he’s lived through plagues and pandemics galore, he knows what’s up. He can diagnose MC no problem!

After looking MC over and asking them some basic questions, Satan comes to an awful realization… MC has the bubonic plague… and also Pneumonia… and tuberculosis… it’s terminal. He needs to find a way to break this to MC…

“How do I do this tactfully? Hm… MC, I’m sorry, but you’ve got a few days to live at most. Please leave Lucifer out of your will. Wait no that’s not right-”

Before this walking WebMD Demon tells MC they need to get their house in order, Lucifer intercepts him and tells him that MC just has a shitty cold and they aren’t going to die. Satan was going to argue, but then he realized that he’d be arguing that MC was going to die…

Anyway, Satan’s a master at home remedies. He makes tea, and hot water bottles for any sinus pain, all in all, he’s a good fake-doctor ^.^

He’ll also read to MC if he’s asked. (They should totally ask, he’s got god-tier storytelling skills)

Asmodeus

Asmo 👏 Asmo 👏 Asmo 👏 iiiiiiiiiiiiis… terrified.

He loves MC, he really does… it’s just… sickness is nasty… constant groaning, snivelling, sneezing, coughing, GROSS!

Though, Asmo does make some soup when he gets home from RAD, he carefully brings it to MC… dressed in a fashionable hazmat suit.

“MC dear~ I’m here with some sou- WAIT! DON’T GET OUT OF BED. STAY TEN FEET AWAY. Okay sweetie, I’m just going to slide you the bowl ❤️ tell me if you need anything.”

Asmo’s the type to sit outside MC’s door and gab about his day. He’s great for when MC feels bored after a long day of trying to sleep off a shitty fever.

When MC is all better, Asmo would love to snuggle with them, it’s just… not when they’re all sneezy and snotty…

Beelzebub

Ooooooo, what’s that smell? Yummy soup-

As Beel practically floats to the kitchen, he’s intercepted by Asmo and Lucifer, who begin berating him for trying to steal from poor sick MC.

Now Beel feels bad :( I hope Asmo and Luci are happy…

Beel has taken care of Belphie all the time when he’s been sick, because I refuse to believe that the little toothpick of a demon has a strong immune system. Therefore, Beel is an excellent candidate for MC’s personal “I’m sick and cannot do anything” nurse.

“Just tell me what to do, MC. I’ll do it!” “Beel… *cough* flex a little…” “Okay :)”

Through the power of Beel’s muscles, MC is cured!

Beel rushes around, getting everything MC needs, like a giant delivery man!

Belphegor

Belphie is also sick. He walked into MC’s room at two in the morning, and collapsed on top of them. The two of them were basically inhaling each other’s gross breath, so now they’re both sick.

The Avatar of Sloth has a bit of a problem though, he can’t differentiate illness related shittiness and normal shittiness. Belphie tries to get up and walk towards the door in the morning, but he ends up falling flat on his face and passing out.

While Belphie is sick, he plays it up so he and MC can get some extra pampering from the other brothers.

“*cough*… oh… it hurts… I can only imagine how bad it is for you… MC…” “*achoo!* Oh Belphie… the only thing that can ease the pain are some more pillows… and a giant mug of tea…”

All the brothers fall for it, hook line and sinker. They’re a bunch of no braincell simps.

[sergeantsporks]

Owl House request: Jacob the curator guy kidnaps Vee so he can expose her to the human realm. One minor problem, Luz is visiting home at the time, so he accidentally snatches her instead. That poor curator has no idea of the trouble he's in.

Oh, he was NOT prepared to handle Luz, not in ANY universe >:D

xxx

Luz kicked at the bars of Jacob’s cage. “You’re gonna go down for kidnapping, you know that, right?”

“Sorry, I’m pretty sure that only applies to US citizens.”

“I am one.”

He smacked the bars. “I’m not stupid!”

“Pffffft. Yeah…”

“Oh, yeah, and you’re so smart?”

“Smarter than you.”

“You’re locked in a cage. I’m pretty sure one of us has the greater mind, here.”

“Nah, I wanted you to bring me here.” She shook her head. “I’m a shapeshifter. You think I can’t get out of here?”

“Yeah? Then why haven’t you escaped yet?”

Luz leaned in with a giant smile. “Don’t go to sleep tonight.”

He shuddered, but then recollected himself. “You’re bluffing. You wouldn’t have told me that, you would have just waited.”

“Wanna bet?”

“No more government employees. No more doing things halfway. I’m going to do the dissection, and do it now.”

“Invulnerable skin.”

“Huh?”

Luz shrugged. “Invulnerable skin. Your knife won’t cut me.”

“You’re lying!”

Luz held her arm out. “You wanna break your custom-made blade, and boy do I know from experience how expensive those things are, go ahead.”

Jacob glanced at the blade, then back at her, then sighed. “I’ll figure something out.”

“Not before there are eggs in your lungs.”

“Wh-What?”

Luz laughed. “Uh, my species releases a cloud of spores? You’ve probably already breathed in a deadly amount. In a couple of months, they’ll be nearly full-sized. You’ll notice some difficulty breathing. Then, they’ll hatch, and eat your lungs, breaking out and eating you alive from the inside. Doesn’t matter what you do to me, buddy, your days are numbered.”

He backed away, face pale. “N-no! No, I can’t get eaten alive! You have to stop it!”

“Uhhhhhhhh can’t, sorry, you know how kids are these days.”

“There’s a cure, right?! I mean, you wouldn’t let members of your own species die, right?”

“Pft. Like we’d release spores around our own species.”

“Tell me how to get rid of them,” Jacob pleaded, “I’ll let you out, I’ll forget about capturing you.”

Luz sighed, studying her fingernails. “Fine, deal. Look, if you want to get rid of them, you should probably see about getting some pure oxygen in those lungs. Poor little guys can’t survive the stuff.”

He bolted for the door, struggling to turn the doorknob, his hands shaking.

“Hey, aren’t you going to—”

He slammed the door shut.

“…let me out. Guess not, okay!” Luz examined the cage she was caught in.

“This thing doesn’t even have a bottom, alright then.” She tugged on the lower bars, but the cage was solid metal—it didn’t budge. Luz stretched her arm out, straining to reach one of the swords Jacob had on the table. Her fingers grasped the hilt, and she dragged it over, wedging it under the bottom of the cage and levering it up enough to roll out from under it. She started for the door, then stopped, turning back to grab the training wand on the counter.

“Well, hello,” she murmured.

Luz walked back to the front door, turned to face Jacob’s room, and drew a huge circle in the air. A massive blast of purple flames burst out, destroying his equipment, burning all of his evidence—there was no way he could use this to hurt anyone again.

Luz bolted, running back home to her mom and Vee.

“Luuuuuuz,” Camila sighed, “Do you have anything to do with this?”

“With what?” Luz asked innocently.

Camily turned on the TV. The reporter was at the site of a car crash. Someone had gone straight into the side of a building—apparently while trying to escape police, who’d just been concerned at their speed. The cops were cuffing Jacob, who struggled the whole way. The cameras zoomed in, and Luz could hear him yelling.

“NO! I NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL, I NEED OXYGEN IMMEDIATELY! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, THE EGGS ARE GOING TO HATCH IN MY LUNGS AND KILL ME, I NEED TO—”

He broke free from the cops, and made it a few feet, ramming his shoulder into the stomach of another cop who tried to grab him. He was almost immediately tasered. Luz winced.

“Oooo that’s gonna leave a mark.” She rolled a hand. “Yes, mama, I miiiiiiiight have told him that basilisks release breathable spores that would turn into eggs in his lungs.”

Camila chuckled darkly. “Good. With any luck, he won’t be coming out of jail for a while.”

“If they don’t send him to a psychiatric ward afterwards,” Vee chimed in.

“Yeah…” Luz shook her head. “I don’t think we’ll see much more of him.”

[gunsatthaphan]

since a few weeks ago i completely forgot lovely writer was coming alhsjsjs im just gonna die from emotional overload with that and atots. but im glad the two shows are spaced out so i can recover and my week wont be spent yearning for a new episode 😂 has there been an update for badbuddy? i feel like it’ll air in the same timeslot as atots after its done bc of the tiny easter egg in atots ep 1 but maybe thats wishful thinkinng on my part 😭 ALSO this year gmmtv has sooo many projects lined up sooo many BLs i wonder if they’d extend over to 2022 the way atots did once gmmtv spaces our the stories 😅

ahhhhh anon I’m SO excited for Lovely Writer I’m already spiraling sjkfbhsd I have a feeling that it’s gonna be epic af. I’m so ready 🥺

Unfortunately we don’t have an update for Bad Buddy yet... The easter egg in ATOTS gave me hope that it will come sooner than we thought but I don’t think they started with the production yet. unless they’re hiding it from us lol. I will make a post as soon as I know more though because I’m already quivering just thinking about it sdjkfhasd 😭😭😭 It would be amazing if it aired in the same timeslot as atots bc that’s my favorite primetime lol.

This year is gonna be lit. There are so many shows that are set to air in the next few months and there are even more lined up. I went browsing through MDL the other day and it’s a LOT that’s coming up (not just from gmmtv but in general) The bl gods are really treating us 🥺🙏🏻

xxx

[youarejesting]

BTS365 Prompts.Week 23

[Full Masterlist] [Prompt Masterlist]

Beta: @lunarlxve

Please tag me in your work if you use my prompts. I want to see your work. Ever your Jester.

Tell me your birthday and I will tag you on your special day!

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Kim Seokjin - hug

Kim Seokjin had never been hugged. He didn’t know what it felt like, but it always looked nice in movies and dramas. Why has he never been hugged? Well, he was an only child, and his parents went on a lot of overseas work trips. The nanny was an older woman and very stern. He wondered why she was a nanny when she hated children. She hated when they were too loud, hated when they got grubby or ran around, and hated when they talked or asked questions. 

Soon he was a teen, a handsome one but home schooled. Seokjin’s Tutor was an older man who only knew how to read a textbook and scold him. He never got hurt to warrant a hug, was never praised with a hug. Until he bumped into you. No literally bumped into you. The two of you toppled over, chest to chest. The warmth and physical connection sent a spark down his spine. He felt for the first time that he wasn’t alone. Even if it was a mistake that you fell against him.

Min Yoongi - cat

“Hey, Lil meow meow,” You grinned stepping into the studio. You were rival producers, and it amused you how easily you could get under his skin. You really meant no harm by it, and you hoped it came across that way. Sometimes he would do the same to you by making fun of the bags under your eyes or something as trivial. It had gotten simultaneously worse and better  due to renovations, you were sharing a studio. Both agreeing to leave each other’s music and equipment alone.

“So how long did it take for your date to run away this time?” He sighed, taking the coffee from your hand, freeing it so you could count his change and place the small pile of coins onto his desk. 

“He said his boss called him thirty seconds into the movie. The opening credits hadn’t even finished Min” You hissed sipping your coffee “I was so excited to see the movie.”

“What a prick, did he really?” Yoongi hissed, turning in his seat, pulling his headphones down so they would hang around his neck.

“Yes, he really did” you turned to face your computer, turning it on and setting everything up. “I don’t understand Min. Am I really that bad?”

“No you're not, as much as we joke you are cute” He grinned turning your seat around, so you were left with no choice but to look at him “Sometimes you act like a big cat all feisty and claws and teeth, but you forget you are actually a cute little kitten.”

Jung Hoseok - doughnut

“Welcome to the Doughnut Drive- thru. How may I help you?” You asked, trying to sound cheerful after a long shift.

“Hey, can I get twelve assorted iced doughnuts with sprinkles?” The voice was muffled through the drive-thru, but you knew exactly who it was.

You tapped the button on the sales machine. Waiting for his car to arrive. It was a red 1973 Mercedes 450SL. A beautiful piece of machinery. He smiled up at you and handed you the money as he did every time, brushing his fingers against your palm, making you feel warm in your pretty pastel blue uniform dress and apron. 

In the middle of the Money was a piece of paper that said ‘Hoseok xxxx-xxx-xxx call me.’ This wasn’t the first time he had handed you a note with his number. You felt your face flush, wondering if you looked like a tomato at this point.

“Here is your change sir, I will just get them now” You walked off and grabbed the assorted donuts and handed them over. Watching his car drive off.

It was when you heard his voice again through your headset from the drive-thru speaker that you grew confused. Have you made a mistake? “Miss y/n, I come around every Friday after work, hoping I might get the chance to talk to you. I have given you my number almost thirty times now, and you never text, never call. Just let me know before I die of a heart attack or diabetes from eating 12 donuts a week. Would you be interested in going on a date with me?”

Kim Namjoon - drive-in

Namjoon had asked you out a few days ago after school, he seemed confident and kind of cocky in front of his friends. You almost thought it was a joke; that is until he arrived at your house, his usually disheveled hair combed down. He was no longer in his leather jacket but a nice button up. He shook hands with your father, talking to him with a smile while you went to fetch your purse.

“Sir, I have plans to watch a movie with your daughter and then to eat at the diner. I thought I should let you know in case you wish to know her whereabouts.” Namjoon said, trying to be courteous to your parents. “The movie finishes at eight, and we should finish dinner by nine, so we shouldn’t be out too late.”

“You aren’t planning to do anything at the drive-in, are you?” Your father said sternly, “I know where you live mister Kim.”

“No, sir, we aren’t going to do anything except watch a movie,” Namjoon said, rubbing his palms on his trousers looking towards the stairs hoping you were ready to leave. “And perhaps I could hold her hand.”

“Alright, Mum, Dad, don’t scare the poor boy” You sighed, gesturing Namjoon over; he got up grateful that you had saved him from your father's intense stare.

“I will wait up,” Your father said, walking you both to the door catching Namjoon’s arm. “You may hold her hand, and I will allow one kiss goodnight if she wishes, but otherwise, keep your hands to yourself, buddy.”

“Yes, Sir. I will have her home by nine.” 

Park Jimin - VCR

“Hey Jimin, did you record the show last night? I was so busy with my Aunty’s 45th birthday that I was unable to watch it” You grabbed your friend's arm in the school hall. “Please, PLEASE tell me you recorded it.”

“Yeah I got it recorded, you can come over later and watch it with me after dance practice” He smiled giving you a perfect spin. “You will watch me, right?”

“Of course, Chim.” You stopped at your adjacent lockers, taking out your books, remembering the math pop quiz. It was going to be a long day.

You weren’t wrong, the day was slow and tedious. Your only saving grace was when you hopped into Jimin’s bright yellow buggy and took off to his dance class. You sat in the corner watching him dance. He was one of two boys who danced in his age group. The girls moved so delicately, their bodies were as light as air. It made you self conscious even Jimin in his sweats and singlet was more agile and graceful then you could ever dream of being.

He drove you both home, asking if he did well and telling you how he thinks he is ready for the upcoming performance. The Park family home was a single story. Jimin called it small and old, but you thought it was homely and cozy. The two of you sat in his room; you snuggled into his blankets while putting the old tape in the VCR machine. It was nice being with your best friend, but you wanted to be something more for some reason. 

You just wish you had the courage to tell him.

Kim Taehyung - BFF

It was a Friday night; you were in the basement lying on your stomach on the plush rug; your legs swinging back and forth as you slowly threaded beads onto a clear fishing line. Threading Taehyung’s favorite color beads in a simple, alternate pattern. You were able to fasten the bracelet when the door to the basement swung open. 

“You got it, Mrs. L/N, I will let her know for you” Taehyung’s voice called up to your mother as he hopped down the stairs enthusiastically. “Sup?”

“Just chilling Tae” The evidence of your craft pushed under the couch. 

“I just wanted to let you know, your mum says I can stay for dinner, if you want me to that is?”

“No duh, Tae, you’re my BFF.”

Taehyung laughed sitting on the two-seater sofa, his long legs hanging over the side. “We should do something fun” You hummed the BFF bracelet in your pocket felt heavy. 

“Like what?” Taehyung asks, earning a shrug from you. He ponders for a moment before continuing, “We could play truth or dare.”

“Will it work with just the two of us?” 

“Sure, let me go first,” he smiled, sitting up and crossing his legs on the couch, patting the second cushion, and you sat across from him. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth”

“Do you have anyone you like?” He peeked  at you from under his shaggy bangs, and you felt your cheeks grow pink. 

“Yes,” your giggle was nervous, and you tried to quickly move on, ���truth or dare?”

“Truth?” He smiled, moving the hair out of his eyes with his fingers. 

“Do you have anyone you like?” He nodded, his face turned away, and your mother took this moment to bring you a plate of orange soda and biscuits. 

The two of you chorused your thanks, and when the door was shut, you were left alone once more. One more round and Tae asked if you had ever kissed anyone, and you dared him to dunk his biscuit in his soda before eating it. 

“Truth or dare?” He asked, seemingly determined to get you back for the horrific snack you had created. And you thought it only fair that he had the chance. 

“Dare,” you smiled, downing your soda so he couldn’t ruin it for you. 

“I dare you to kiss me,” you sprayed him completely, choking on the carbonated beverage. 

Jeon Jungkook - Iced tea

Jungkook was contracted to paint the outside of your family home. You were back home from University and house sitting for your parents while they were on a cruise. Laying out on a sun chair in your bikini, trying to enjoy the warmth of the sun, you started to get thirsty. Walking inside to your parent’s indoor bar, you began preparing some ice tea. It was when you saw him on a ladder painting above the window all shirtless and sweaty, that you decided to prepare a second beverage. 

You turned to the mirror fixing your hair, applying a tinted lip gloss, and readjusting your bikini top to accentuate your cleavage. You carried both drinks out and smiled, “Jungkook, was it? Would you like some ice tea, you look a bit thirsty.”

[doraspn]

i have thoughts about 04x07 (gay motel scene)

sit your gay asses down and roll tape

this is that time when i go over destiel scenes in an episode in a very scientifically sound, totally chill way lmfao jk watch me lose my motherfucking shit over this 

so first off, we have sam entering their motel room, they’ve just chatted with one half of the witch duo that sent them after the other half of the witch duo lol anyways, sam’s entering and he’s like shit someone’s here who the fuck are you hands up motherfucker

and then dean like, smells? cas from the doorway and rushes in shouting NO NO SAM WAIT NOT THE PRETTY ANGEL I WAS GONNA BED HIM LATERTHAT’S CASTIEL (back to full names are we dean? it’s no use you ain’t fooling nobody) THE ANGEL!

while cas is out here trying his best to seem mysterious. like, cas, buddy, what the fuck are you looking at? grab a magazine or something, don’t do this to yourself. regardless of what meta writers say, the motel wallpaper in supernatural ain’t that fucking intriguing.

then we get the shot of uriel staring out the fucking window. why? bc chuck put it in his stage directions ig who the fuck knows. probably thought it would look cool or edgy or something.

dean doesn’t know uriel and he’s alarmed, sam is fangirling bc omg angels

cas is all no nonsense and calls sam out for his demon blood (the poor man can’t help it cas, jesus)

“bitch what did you just call me?”

but that’s not what we’re here for is it

dean has his sarcastic display of animosity towards uriel aka “chuckles” (cute) and then hush hush lowers his head and looks at cas and is like

“who’s your friend? anyone i should be worried about? because i trust you to tell me if i should be worried right now. because i trust you, even though we only met like two a handful of days ago cas. i call you cas now you know, because castiel is difficult to say every time, takes too much time and effort. not because i find you cute or anything lol did i mention that i trust you?”

bla bla bla the witch knows who you are you could have died bla bla bla

oops my finger slipped and i accidentally pasted this screencap of dean falling in love withlooking at cas my bad don’t know how to delete it tho oh well guess you’ll have to deal

then grumpy ass uriel gets all his feathers ruffled up and stops their friendly seal breaking prevention meeting, part of mission stop buddy (just an expression) lucifer from rising. maybe he’s upset bc he hasn’t been introduced yet lmfao the dude legit spent this entire time staring out the window and clarifying that lucifer isn’t his friend ok then

look at cas angling his body towards dean squinting at uriel being like he my bro but i ain’t sure he trustworthy he got a few screws loose in his halo (he’s special, i mean specialist, he’s a specialist)

cas informs them they’re smiting the shit out of the town (and the one thousand two hundred fourteen people in it - okay but how many dogs uriel HOW MANY DOGS?????!!!!) so they better haul ass and dean’s like

looking at uriel only not cas because his cas would never

castiel personal-space-who? winchester moves closer to dean and they’re arguing but dean’s too soft considering this is literally life or death for a thousand people. like, sure he’s sarcastic and shit but all i can hear is “cas buddy my friend hey look can you not murder all these people in cold blood? for me?”

his lips are moving i can tell that he’s talking but damn he has some pretty blue eyes it’s not gay if i’m in love with a guy’s eyes right? *licks lips* 

cas is no better though

sam’s out there off screen making the case for them saving the town all alone and cas is following dean’s micro movements like a hypnotized puppy totally not paying attention to what sam is saying

dean briefly looks over to sam and back at cas like oh yeah what he um said yeah we’re what are talking about again?

these two horny bastards forgot all about the people (AND DOGS!) that are about to die and lucifer who’s planning on strolling out his cage. like is anyone surprised cas got demoted? bitch wasn’t doing his job for crying out loud. i’m sure they told him “castiel, we told you to watch over dean and sam, not watch dean sleep wtf man” 

dean is in his when the tough gets going mood but look, is it directed towards cas? 

lol nah, he went straight to uriel even though cas was right there in front of him the pretty eyes distract him so he went for the easier target.

let’s play, spot the difference game

vs

“we can do this cas, trust me okay don’t worry about it i know you’re not like that big jerk over there ilysm xxx”

“alright you gorgeous bastard, have it your way.”

“your eyes are so pretty i mean i knew you’d understand did i mention i trust you?”

that’s it that’s the scene

anyone else getting drunk on how gay af this is and literally no one involved was trying to make it so lol good job guys, we love organic gay

[angstalottle]

Love Bites

When Keith first moved to the big city he never imagined he would fall in love.

Hell he assumed he would die alone in his shitty apartment and only be found after his cats ate his remains.

He had always been called a romantic pessimist, sure he thought it could happen just never to him.

He had this attitude right until the accident.

Normally Keith is the kind of person to take the stairs, but considering he was running late as it is he decided to take the elevator just this once.

Of course this would be the time the stupid thing broke down.

One minute him and some guy looking down at his phone were on their way up and the next the lights shut off and the elevator groans to a halt.

“Fuck”

“You can say that again”

Keith looked over to the guy he had been fine with ignoring and felt his heart skip a beat. He had never see eyes that blue before.

He held out a hand and before Keith realised what he was doing they were shaking.

“Lance”

“What?” Keith shook his head in a vain attempt to clear the gay thoughts that he didn’t realise he had until that moment.

“My names Lance. I figured we’re gonna be here a while so might as well introduce myself.” He smiled and Keith has to fight to not kiss this handsome stranger right here and right now.

“Oh… yeah that’s erm a good idea. I’m Keith.” He said quickly before turning away to look at the emergency button which despite being pressed multiple times remained dark and silent.

“Dammit” Lance said from over Keith’s shoulder making him jump.

“Yeah… on Valentine’s Day too. I bet your valentines pissed” Keith hated how sweaty he felt. Why was he sweating so much?

Lance snorted as he slid down to the floor “Yeah my special little lady ain’t gonna be happy when I finally get home. If she isn’t fed at the same time every day she screams all night.”

After a moment of staring at eachother Lance smirked playfully “I’m talking about my cat.”

“Oh… so you don’t have any plans today?”

Lance shrugged “depends, you asking me out?”

Keith felt his face flush dark red as he dropped to the floor “I… I.”

“Relax I’m just messing with you” Lance jokingly hit him in the arm. “Honestly I can’t afford to be in here too long. I’m diabetic and I don’t have my stuff with me.”

Keith felt a pang of panic. He didn’t know much about diabetes but he did know that it could be really bad.

“Is there anything I can do?”

Lance shook his head “unless you got snacks or insulin on you just hope we get out of here soon.

Keith nodded. He didn’t know what else to do but settle in and play the waiting game.

Over the next few hours Keith relaxed a little as they fell into an easy conversation about random things.

He learnt that Lance worked at a bakery a few blocks away but was only really doing it to help a friend out. He really wanted to be an artist and even showed Keith his sketchbook filled with water colours of galaxies.

Keith ended up telling Lance all about the mechanics he owned with his brother and how he moved to the city from Texas a few years ago.

It almost seemed like a perfect first date.

Then Lance’s blood sugar bottomed and his eyes rolled back.

Keith could only watch in horror as the boy who was so animated only moments ago fell silent and dropped to the floor with violent spasms.

“Lance?” Keith didn’t know what to do. They were trapped and short of prying open the doors and climbing up the shaft there really wasn’t anything he could do.

Then a crackle came from the emergency line.

“Hello?”

“Hello! Yes please we need help!” Keith yelled not sure where exactly to direct his voice.

“Power in the whole building went out. We’re working on getting everyone out but your low priority so it will likely be a few more hours.” The voice replied.

“No!” Keith tugged at his hair “there a man in here with me, he’s diabetic and having a fit we need out now and he needs an ambulance.”

Keith was met with silence.

Was this it?

Were they just going to leave them in here and let Lance die?

“A team is on their way. They should have you out in the next five minutes or so.”

Keith could have wept with relief. “Don’t worry buddy I got you.”

By time the doors were pried open and paramedics pulled Lance out the fit had stopped and Keith was cradling him in his arms.

Lance was loaded up onto a gurney and taken to the ambulance and Keith just watched him go.

He was about to turn and leave when a stranger grabbed him by the arm “the boy in the ambulance asked me to give you this.”

Keith took a folded piece of paper and smiled at the number written on it along with a message.

‘Let’s hope our next date is a little more normal. Give me a call and let’s set it up. XXX’

As Keith walked home he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

Looks like love at first sight was possible. He knew that he would marry that boy.

Two years later he proved himself right as on Valentine’s Day he said I do.

[neighbours-kid]

Oh, 2019, What A Year You Were.

It is now a bit before 6pm on January 01, 2020. I just finished unpacking after coming home from my short holiday escape to Berlin for New Year’s with my best friend and frequent travel buddy. My feet are tired, my back hurts, and I’m sitting in bed now, thinking back on this last year and, it’s kind of hard for me to decide if it was a good year or less so.

My 2019 was not as eventful as my 2018. There was no large adventure to speak of like going to New York City for six months, or having to adjust back to life in Switzerland after that. 2019 was just…..uni. The same old trudge of going to class and thinking about texts that should be read (but wouldn’t be), the same old treading water without direction, stuck in one place, unsure what comes next. Or, at least, that’s what it feels like looking back on it.

When I did this looking back the last time, 2018 was not quite over yet. It was still December, I had a few more days of uni to go, all the Christmases and other celebrations still before me. At that point, I had no idea that I would meet a couple of people at the Christmas Party of our English Department and that these people would be largely responsible for tipping the scale of 2019 into ‘good’.

But I did. I did meet these lovely people I get to call something akin to family today. It’s only been a year, and I can’t quite believe it. Found family has always been my favourite trope in storytelling, and this little group of weirdos is exactly that. And to quote my favourite little alien creature, this is my family. I found it, all on my own. It’s little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good.

These people are not perfect, they’re not flawless, they’re not angels. But they have more humanity between them than I’ve seen in a long fucking while. We’re all broken people, none of us is any better than the next, but we have heart. And I love them all so fucking much. They have all coloured in parts of my year in their own colours and I could not be happier about it. They’re a bunch of fucking weirdo nerds, but they’re my bunch of fucking weirdo nerds.

* * *

This year was, while largely uneventful, also very special in its own way. You know, after talking to my doc to get a date for a transgender consultation, my plan was basically to wait until I got it all lined up nicely, got my first shot of testosterone and then be like "hello world, this is happening, and if you have anything against it, whoops, too late.” Well, it didn’t quite work out like that. If you’ve been keeping up with this blog or my life in general, you know that my anxious ass decided to have a nervous break in the middle of January and come out to literally everyone then and there. And you know what? It’s good.

I’m not where I want to be, not at all. After January, I had expectations for 2019, I had hopes and dreams, wishes and plans. Unfortunately, that lead to a series of events that is tipping the scale of this year into ‘bad’. I wrote about this extensively before, but the process of starting testosterone is a long and tedious one and I am still not where I want to be, even after this entire year, but I currently see a shiny dot on the horizon that looks very promising in that department, and if everything goes as it should, it won’t be long now until I can start with the hormone treatment.

2019 started me down a road of self-discovery that is more open and public than it was before, and I am glad for it. But I don’t want to linger on that part of my year for too long. Let us look back for a while, relive some moments here and there.

On the train home from the airport today, I thought about what I did exactly one year ago. After everyone who had been at my place for New Year’s had left around lunch time on January 01, 2019, I had sat down in front of my TV and started a very movie and tv show heavy year. Over the course of this entire year, I noted down every movie and tv show episode, every short film and comedy special, everything that I watched. It…..added up quite a bit, to be completely honest. Let’s see….

For reference, I had holidays during January and half of February, as well as June all through August and half of September, and then again from the 21st of December onward. My marathon didn’t quite subside during university, but at least I didn’t binge quite so much.

In total, I watched 178 movies, 10 short films, and 685 episodes of 34 tv shows. That is 300h12 in movies, 1h38 in short films, and roughly 519h47 in tv show episodes. (Yes, I did just spend way too much time looking up all the run times…) That is a rough total of 821h37 for this year. That’s like….a bit over a month of time spent watching stuff. 1/12 of my year spent in front of a screen. Not entirely sure how I feel about this number.

I know that for some this might sound a bit excessive, but to be honest? There is so much more I want to watch and if I could do completely as I please, these numbers would look a lot different.

Here is, with the exact intention of being a big mess of a block, all the movies I watched in 2019. I highlighted a few that stood out to me especially. Not just because I liked them very much, or because they were particularly excellent, just because….they made me feel something different, I guess. The oldest movie I watched was Grease (1978) and the newest would be the comedy special John Mulaney and the Sack Lunch Bunch from this year. I started my year with Night at the Museum (2006) and ended it with season five of Leverage.

Grease (1978), My Neighbour Totoro (1988), Die Hard (1988), Batman (1989), Die Hard 2: Die Harder (1990), Die Hard with a Vengeance (1995), Othello (1995), Mission Impossible (1996), Mary Reilly (1996), Wilde (1997), Animated Epics: Beowulf (1998), Mission Impossible II (2000), Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001), The Fast and the Furious (2001), Ocean’s Eleven (2001), Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (2001), Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2002), Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002), Heartlands (2002), xXx (2002), 2 Fast 2 Furious (2003), Underworld (2003), Bright Young Things (2003), Timeline (2003), The Deal (2003), Ocean’s Twelve (2004), Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004), Laws of Attraction (2004), Dirty Filthy Love (2004), Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (2005), Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005), Kingdom of Heaven (2005), The League of Gentlemen’s Apocalypse (2005), The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift (2006), Underworld: Evolution (2006), Mission Impossible III (2006), Inside Man (2006), Night at the Museum (2006), The Da Vinci Code (2006), The Queen (2006), Die Hard 4.0: Live Free or Die Hard (2007), Music Within (2007), Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2007), Ocean’s Thirteen (2007), Zodiac (2007), Iron Man (2008), Twilight (2008), Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian (2009), Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2009), Twilight: New Moon (2009), The Damned United (2009), Fast & Furious (2009), Sherlock Holmes (2009), The Holiday (2009), Angels & Demons (2009), Underworld: Rise of the Lycans (2009), Inception (2010), The Bounty Hunter (2010), Twilight: Eclipse (2010), Alice in Wonderland (2010), Tron: Legacy (2010), Megamind (2010), Valentine’s Day (2010), The Expendables (2010), Red (2010), Eat Pray Love (2010), Iron Man 2 (2010), Beautiful Boy (2010), Fast Five (2011), Fright Night (2011, twice), Resistance (2011), Few Options, All Bad (2011), Jesus Henry Christ (2011), Twilight: Breaking Dawn - Part 1 (2011), Mission Impossible IV: Ghost Protocol (2011), Pitch Perfect (2012), Twilight: Breaking Dawn - Part 2 (2012), White House Down (2013), Admission (2013), I Give It A Year (2013), Escape Plan (2013), The Adventurer: Curse of the Midas Box (2013), Furious 6 (2013), A Good Day to Die Hard (2013), Red 2 (2013), Begin Again (2013), Saving Mr. Banks (2013), Night at the Museum: Secret of the Tomb (2014), Kill the Messenger (2014), The Monuments Men (2014), Midnight in Paris (2014), Paddington (2014), The Imitation Game (2014), Maleficent (2014), Chelsea Peretti: One Of The Greats (2014), John Mulaney: The Comeback Kid (2015, twice), Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation (2015), Far From the Madding Crowd (2015), 7 Days in Hell (2015), Furious Seven (2015), Assassin’s Creed (2016), Alice Through the Looking Glass (2016), Patton Oswalt: Talking for Clapping (2016), Ali Wong: Baby Cobra (2016), Nocturnal Animals (2016), She Loves Me (2016), Passengers (2016), Norman: The Moderate Rise and Tragic Fall of a New York Fixer (2016), xXx: The Return of Xander Cage (2017), Michael Bolton’s Big, Sexy Valentine’s Day Special (2017), Brad’s Status (2017), Home Again (2017), Murder On The Orient Express (2017), Christmas Inheritance (2017), Paddington 2 (2017), You, Me & Him (2017), Beauty and the Beast (2017), Trevor Noah: Afraid of the Dark (2017), Dave Chappelle: The Age of Spin (2017), Dave Chappelle: Deep in the Heart of Texas (2017), Patton Oswalt: Annihilation (2017), Jack Whitehall: At Large (2017), Hasan Minhaj: Homecoming King (2017), Katherine Ryan: In Trouble (2017), Mission Impossible: Fallout (2018), Slaughterhouse Rulez (2018), The Fate of the Furious (2018), Love, Simon (2018), Ocean’s 8 (2018, twice), Bad Samaritan (2018), John Mulaney: Kid Gorgeous (2018, twice), Hannah Gadsby: Nanette (2018), Daniel Sloss: Dark (2018), Daniel Sloss: Jigsaw (2018), Trevor Noah: Son of Patricia (2018), Ali Wong: Hard Knock Wife (2018), James Acaster: Recognise (2018), James Acaster: Represent (2018), James Acaster: Reset (2018), James Acaster: Recap (2018), Apostle (2018), The Holiday Calendar (2018), The Princess Switch (2018), The Christmas Chronicles (2018), Captain Marvel (2019, twice), Shazam! (2019, twice), Avengers: Endgame (2019, twice), Pokémon: Detective Pikachu (2019), The Hustle (2019), Rocketman (2019), X-Men: Dark Phoenix (2019), Men in Black: International (2019), Tolkien (2019), Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019), Isn’t It Romantic (2019), Maleficent: Mistress of Evil (2019), Jenny Slate: Stage Fright (2019), Wanda Sykes: Not Normal (2019), Katherine Ryan: Glitter Room (2019), Simon Amstell: Set Free (2019), Adam Devine: Best Time of Our Lives (2019), Let It Snow (2019), Last Christmas (2019), Klaus (2019), Always Be My Maybe (2019), The Knight Before Christmas (2019), The Good Liar (2019), Hustlers (2019), Star Wars: Rise of the Skywalker (2019), Murder Mystery (2019), John Mulaney and the Sack Lunch Bunch (2019)

TV shows are going to make up a block a bit less intimidating, but here goes. Again, highlighted what stood out to me especially.

The Gifted, Friends, NCIS, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Money Heist, Riverdale, The Punisher, Broadchurch, Elite, Doctor Who, Dramarama, Agents of SHIELD, Pokémon Indio League, Good Omens, The Chef Show, Jessica Jones, Halt and Catch Fire, The Marvelous Mrs Maisel, The Simpsons, 30 Rock, The Good Fight, Sean’s Show, Gallowglass, Animals., The Spoils of Babylon, Pobol Y Cwm, Masters of Sex, Prodigal Son, Criminal UK, The Politician, Leverage, His Dark Materials, Zona Rosa, Derry Girls

Some old favourites in there. Some new ones too. I won’t list the shorts because I don’t particularly care for them. I watched them solely for binging-through-someone’s-filmography reasons.

So yeah, as you can see, a very strong year when it comes to the visual medium. I just really love movies and tv shows so much. I love this kind of storytelling, this particular form of it. There’s so much artistry there, so many talented people. I still very much would love to work in the movie world at some point. Inspires me greatly. Always has.

* * *

2019 was not just a year of sitting glued to a TV screen, not at all. I’ve been some places too, got to do and experience some cool stuff.

In April I was able to take a few days off and go to Lugano with my dear friend and relax for a little while. We also met up with one of the lovely people I’ve met through twitter, which was great fun and we’ve spent a fantastic day together (eating food I still catch myself thinking about at least twice a week).

In June I went to Pride in Zurich with my friends, which was also a wonderful experience all together.

In July I was able to go to Cologne for half a week for CCXP, where I got to see some great panels and meet some great people. And, most importantly and also the reason why I went, I got to meet Zachary Levi again, take a picture together, have a wonderful conversation while he signed something for me, and experience an incredibly inspiring panel where I got to ask him a question that he took the time and patience to extensively answer. I treasure these moments, just as I treasure all our previous meetings and the friends and experiences that have come with it. Seeing him again after two years was definitely the highlight of the year, and it’s a strong weight of the good part in the scale that is 2019. He’s always a highlight, the dude. I can’t wait until I get to see that face again.

Also in July, I joined a few friends for a weekend at a medieval festival in Germany, which was also a very interesting and good experience.

And now at the end of the year, I spent a few days in Berlin, visiting museums and bookshops and generally touristing about with my dearest friend, celebrated New Year’s with her in the only way we know how: with good wine, food, warmth, and a tv show we both love and hold dear.

I also shouldn’t forget the two parties I attended of our university’s English Department, and the Halloween party a friend organised, and the birthdays I attended over the year, as well as the Christmas I spent with my friends at my place.

All these things, all these little bits add up and add up and ultimately I want to think that 2019 was a good year. I am so glad this year is over, but looking back I find so many good things that have happened, so many wonderful experiences, and I wonder, why? Why am I so happy it is over? Why am I so desperate to move forward, to turn the page, to start a new chapter, a new book?

I don’t know. I really don’t know.

* * *

For this new year, for 2020, I have a few wishes. I’m not really one to make resolutions, because I know exactly I won’t hold myself to it, but I have some things I’d like to do, like to try.

2019 was my year of movies and shows. I won’t stop watching things, I’ll never stop watching things. But for this year, I want to put my focus elsewhere. This year, I’d like to try and read all the books that have amassed themselves in my possession, that I haven’t actually read yet. It’s doable, I don’t own enormous amounts of books yet. I want to try that. I want to try to read more, to find that passion and attention span again that I had as a kid. I might try to blog a bit about it, just so I have something to hold me accountable. We’ll see. But I just really want to read more. Carry a book everywhere I go.

I know that 2020 is bringing me another step closer to becoming my truest self. I have my next appointment with the hormone specialist early in February, and if I am not entirely mistaken (or something is drastically changed) I will be able to start taking hormones then and there. Starting testosterone is going to be exciting and interesting, and I am very much looking forward to it. What I want for myself this year, is to take it easy. Be kind to myself in this journey. Let myself be gentle. I always have so many expectations for myself, and I really just want to try and…let myself be, let myself just live and experience things as they come. No expectations.

This first half year of 2020 is also the time I will be writing my Bachelor thesis and, hopefully, by summer I’ll have my degree. It’ll be a tough but I hope also rewarding time for me. Having to shift the way I write papers (quick, barely researched and sourced, not even remotely re-read, always started mere hours before the deadline) to something more useful for a thesis, something fitting for a thesis, is going to be challenging. Keeping my head in the right space, keeping the focus and doing the work, it’s all going to be hard for me. But I have faith that I will find a way to reign in my scatterbrain and flick the hyper-focus switch into something that will be sustainable for the time I have to write my thesis in.

Speaking of my thesis, there is something I have not mentioned yet, that strongly informed my experience of 2019. Good Omens is the book I’ll be writing my thesis about (specifically a queer theological reading of it) and Good Omens was the story that has shaped my year. I re-read the book at the beginning of term and once the mini-series came out at the end of May, I did not really think about anything else since. This book and this show are so incredibly important to me, and it is, after a long while of nothing even remotely getting there, the first thing that has captured my attention so strongly, that it has outlasted my one-month hyper-focus ability and shows no signs of stopping any time soon. And that I am so incredibly grateful for. I wasn’t sure if I could still do it. Have an interest, have passion for something, for longer than a month. So many things I tried and loved and done, and after a single month, I dropped them like a hot potato and never touched them again. But Good Omens came and took me by my hand and lead me into the promised land. Especially since the show came out, I feel like a changed person. I have talked about it to no end, and I could go on forever now too, but I’ll just say this for now: This story of an angel and a demon crossing the divide that is their differences, coming together in love for the world, for humanity, and each other, this story means everything to me, and it has given me so much. Nothing is ever going to change that. That is irrevocable. And I know that 2020 won’t change that fact. I have faith that this passion will continue on and will inspire more positive change in me. It’s already started bringing me back to writing and drawing, so I know that it will lead me somewhere.

There is so much more I could say here, now, about 2019, about 2020. About my plans and my wishes, my dreams and the things I ought to do. But I think, I’ll leave it at that, for now. I tried this monthly blogging last year for the first time, and I think I’ll try to continue doing it. So, you can expect to read more of my thoughts on all kinds of things.

For now, however, let me say this: 2020 can be anything you want it to be. 2020 is yours to shape, yours to create in, yours to manage, yours to use. I want my 2020 to be gentle, to be taken one step at a time, to be experienced to the fullest, to be lived and felt and actively experienced. Sure, bad things can happen, bad things can always happen. But it’s your decision what happens next.

In 2020, I want to start loving more unapologetically. Do good, recklessly. Be kind, always. Not just to others, but to myself.

…

I have faith in us, you know? Humans. There’s so much hope there, still. 2020 might just as well show it.

…

Happy New Year, everyone. I hope it’ll be a good one for you.

[furidojasutin]

Title: War of Hearts

Pairing: Fraxus (Freed x Laxus)

Characters: Laxus Dreyar, Freed Justine, Bixlow, Evergreen, Ivan Dreyar, OC Eleanor, (Mother Dreyar, Makarov Dreyar)

Universe: Modern AU??

Rating: K+/T

a/n: Gosh here it is!! Some time ago I wrote a little preview for this oneshot and now I finally finished it >.< It’s the second idea that got inspired by Shadowhunters and #Malec so if you know the series you’ll recognize it >BD If not, then well more surprise for you! I also highly recommend listening to ‘War of Hearts’ by Ruelle while reading (it’s so perfect). Hopefully you’ll enjoy this and I could provide some feelz aaahh >.< ;w;

                                           ‘I can't help but love you                                            Even though I try not to                                           I can't help but want you                                       I know that I'd die without you’

“Ah, Laxus! Come in!” Freed opened the door with a subtle smirk, gesturing for his visitor to step inside. He hadn't anticipated to see the blond man so soon after they've had the conversation just prior, and a meaningful one, too.

“Uh yea, thanks.” Laxus followed him inside, letting the door fall shut softly behind him.

Clear hesitation was in his movements but that either didn't seem to bother Freed or he failed to take note of it.

“I don't have much time. I only wanted to tell you about something.”

“So?” Freed was holding a bottle of wine, studying its label. “Can I at least offer you a drink?”

“No, thanks.”

“Shame,” Freed hummed and proceeded to pour himself some of the alcoholic beverage before rejoining Laxus' side. His gaze was expectant when he waited for the other to continue on.

When Laxus realized that Freed was waiting for him to begin, he briefly scratched the back of his neck. That was before he straightened his posture and determination seeped back into his eyes. He had to pull himself together. This was the right decision. “So, what you told me earlier... I thought about it.”

Freed's face lit up at hearing this. A contented expression settled on his face. This was a good sign.

“I really need to change somethin' about my personal happiness, and the way the institute influences my life. It can't go on like this.”

He nodded. So Laxus had really taken his words into contemplation, huh? “So what are you going to do?” There was a small smile on his face. It was so subtle, he wasn’t sure Laxus would even notice it. And perhaps there was a sense of pride or this weird feeling of happiness he tended to feel around the blond man.

Freed was so certain that this would finally be the bit of positive development he was craving that the lingering moment of somewhat tense silence Laxus created didn’t bother him before he replied.

“I proposed to Eleanor.”

Then Freed’s face dropped. It was bound to happen. Or maybe he just thought that his facial features slipped and it was his heart cracking instead. Or it was his brain desperately trying to comprehend what just happened, searching for anything logical about this. Laxus couldn’t be serious.

Was he?

“You proposed to-”

“I’m gonna marry her in a few days.”

“Right.” Freed swallowed. His fingers tapped against the glass in his hand and he avoided the eye contact Laxus was forcing now. What was he attempting to do? Prove something? He wasn’t tipsy enough for this. “So that is- Huh, that is what you figured out from my words?” He believed he didn’t quite manage to keep the air of scorn and emotion out of his voice.

And he didn’t see the brief change in Laxus’ expression, nor did he notice the struggle in his orange eyes as he was still mindlessly letting his gaze swerve anywhere but towards the man standing in front of him.

Still, Laxus was the one who broke the silence again. “As the future head of the institute, this is the only right decision.” It was hard to keep looking at the other man and his expression that had turned gloomy. He took a deep breath, striving for a harder voice than necessary and yet still it was shaking softly as he continues. “You don't have to like it but you have to understand.”

Laxus' words more than stung and Freed still avoided the eye-contact. Fingers began tapping against the glass again and then, with a rushed movement, he gulped down the rest of the alcoholic liquid. Why was Laxus doing this to him? Why was Laxus doing this to himself?

“You're a honorable man, Laxus, as am I. Family is important to you. I get how a marriage would influence the success of the institute.” A political marriage. There weren't any feelings involved. There couldn't be. When Freed looked back up his eyes were hard but at second glance they held a hurt spark. “But is this really, really what you thought I meant when telling you to live for yourself? Is this the message you got? You think I would encourage you to enter a marriage with a person you don't know, let alone love? Blindly? So you end up unhappy with your personal life? What do you think I-”

“Stop talking!” Laxus didn't know that he would end up interrupting the other but suddenly his entire body was shaking. There was rage in his chest he was unable to interpret and he sure enough was overwhelmed with the situation. Thoughts were raging, and his heart was. “Who do you think you are? Why do you think you have any right to tell me what's right and what's wrong?” He almost kept shouting and the line of words that escaped weren't thought through. This, this wasn't what he wanted. But didn't Freed get it? Couldn't he see that this was the only thing he could do? “Why do you think I would risk anything for you?”

The words stabbed through Freed's heart like a knife. He hadn't seen the sudden outburst coming and his expression hadn't hidden this fact.

Laxus' eyes were a blazing fire, his chest heaving and lowering, until he realized what he'd just blurted out. His breathing began to become more even again and the realization slowly spread across his face, even if just slightly scratching the surface.

They just stood there for what felt like an eternity, tension dominating the air around them, until Freed spoke.

“I see.” His voice was lowered though not quite a whisper. He averted his gaze from the man he loved and turned his back on him, slowly walking towards the table in his living room to pour himself another glass of wine. “Then there's nothing else we have to talk about, Laxus. Leave.”

Laxus wished that the moment of blowing off steam would at least have done something to calm his nerves afterwards. Instead, it had made everything worse. He suddenly felt lost, his inward battle grown with the rage and words he hadn't wanted to say.

For a single second his lips parted to retort something. But then he slowly turned around, grabbing the door handle of Freed's apartment and froze in place for another few seconds. He was making the right decision, wasn't he? Even if it was painful. Sacrifices had to be made. Freed had to understand.

Or perhaps he was being too stubborn and too much of a coward all at once.

With the same hurt in his chest Laxus left and the second he was away Freed's head dropped and his grasp tightened around the glass, almost crushing it.

xxx xxx

Four days had passed since Laxus had spoken to Freed at his apartment. It was the last time they had seen and talked to each other and although he wasn't quite ready to admit it to himself, it had been the worst few days in a long time.

“Hey buddy, you okay?”

Engrossed in his own thought, Laxus hadn't heard anybody approach. His shoulders twitched and he looked back over his shoulder to see one of his closest friends behind him. No, I fucking ain't. But he could impossibly say that. Tomorrow would be his wedding. He had to do this. There was no way around it.

Maybe it would become easier, maybe the pain would become less if he kept on telling himself this over and over again.

“Yea. Just a bit nervous.” It wasn't really a lie.

Bixlow patted the broader man's shoulder in comfort. “That's normal. You don't marry everyday, do ya?” He shot Laxus a wide grin, despite noticing that something has been bothering his best friend. Something he wasn't telling him.

“Yea...” Laxus' head was feeling heavy. All he wanted to do was to get this damn wedding over with.

How he would he be able to look Freed in the face ever again?

Heaving a sigh, Laxus stood up from his chair. His muscles felt sore from working out too much this day and his hair was tousled. In a few hours he would get married and he doubted he'd be able to find much sleep.

“It's the right thing,” he muttered and grabbed his used towel from the chair.

“It's your decision.” Bixlow watched his friend with attentive eyes. His grin was less wide now but still present. If anything, Laxus needed all the support he could give right now. “If that's what makes you happy.”

There it was again. Do what makes you happy. But would this really make him happy? Laxus was so damn aware of the answer to this question and yet... yet...

He clenched his hands to fists without really taking note of it, earning a hidden concerned look from Bixlow. When his body became less rigid again, he simply turned his back on Bixlow and began to leave the work out room. “See you tomorrow.”

“See ya, buddy. Sleep tight.”

“I'll try.” No, he'd most likely be awake all night. How often had his thoughts swerved back to Freed the last days? Far too often for him to count. Thoughts of him had been consuming him.

With a heavy frown on his face, Laxus disappeared from his best friend's sight.

Once Laxus was gone, Bixlow emitted a sigh, his facade crumbling to pieces. It was an understatement to say that he was worried. Laxus was a dutiful person and he had troubles dealing with and showing his emotions. With his gaze stuck to where his friend had disappeared, honest concern surfaced in Bixlow's expression.

“Is this really what you want, Laxus?”

xxx xxx

“You look gorgeous, sweetie.” Evergreen smiled, giving a gentle tug to Laxus' purple bow tie. Taking a small exhale, she gave one last pat to his shoulders. “You'll be fine?”

“I guess.” The nervousness was getting to him. In a few moments his future wife would walk through the doors and at the end of this he would be a married man. His heart was clenching at the thought and he was barely able to grasp a straight thought. Shit.

“Alright. We're all here with you.”

Laxus didn't notice how slightly pained her smile was when she turned around to take a seat in the first row of chairs. His mind was racing and he doubted that it would get any better in the course of the next minutes. How was he supposed to remember and say his vows?

Bixlow, as his groomsman, was standing behind him. The room was crowded already. He could spot his father and his grandfather among the people. Ivan was wearing a self-satisfied expression while Makarov was waving towards him to encourage him and once again this one question claimed his mind again.

Would this make himself happy?

He was just about to turn towards Bixlow and talk to him when suddenly the entire room went quiet at once. The two big doors of the church opened and a few seconds later music began to play in the background.

From this moment on, all the spotlight was on her only for as long as she walked down the aisle together with her father.

Laxus gulped softly and stood straight. He strove for an unreadable expression for as long as nobody was paying much attention to him.

Eleanor was objectively beautiful, that was undenyable, and the dress she was wearing let her shine even more than usual. Her wedding gown was classic – white and with a long train following up behind her as she walked. Her smile was beaming and her brown eyes were sparkling. Long dark locks were held together in a pinned-up hairstyle that was neither too strict nor too casual.

It was the image of a fairy tale. She was an amazing wife and he should be thankful.

But he couldn't be. Not sincerely.

He missed how almost everyone was smiling and holding their breath once she reached him. His eyes naturally swerved towards Bixlow for a second, almost as though asking for help, and got an encouraging look in return.

Alright, this was it.

Visibly taking a deep breath, Laxus forced himself to smile. Gently, he took Eleanor's hands into her own and her radiant smile stung in his chest. She seemed so happy even though she knew that this was a political step. That no deep feelings were involved.

She did know, didn't she?

“Are you alright?” Eleanor whispered, her tone soft and barely reaching his ears.

Laxus gave a small nod, exhaling softly once more, before strengthening his smile. “Yes.”

He didn't think it was possible but her smile widened at this response and they both turned to the minister so the ceremony could begin.

The minister gave them both a humble smile. “Today we have come together to witness the joining of Bride and Groom in marriage. They met each other, fell in love and are finalizing it with their wedding today.”

Laxus' mind was still making it hard for him to concentrate on what was being said. He had lost the minister at the first few words already, his thoughts getting back to swirl around one particular person. Love.

He did fall in love, he was pretty sure. But...

Eleanor's hands still in his own, he stood there absolutely rigid. The good thing was that nobody would notice, most likely. Except for Bixlow perhaps. He just hoped that Eleanor didn't get suspicious.

While the minister gave his introduction, he constantly felt his future wife's gaze on him. It practically burnt his skin with how intense it was and no matter how rude it was, he couldn't bare looking her in the eye the entire time.

His own gaze drifted over the crowd without any destination, then over the walls and all the white and purple decorations. Everything was beautiful. Anybody would be more than joyous about the entire set up, such a wonderful wife, such a meaningful day.

But he wasn't. All he felt right now was tension and uneasiness.

“Laxus, it's time to say your vows.”

The voice sounded so distant at first that he didn't react immediately. It was the gentle squeeze on his hands that brought him back to the here and now entirely and when his eyes swerved back to Eleanor he could see a warm but slightly concerned smile. He couldn't mess this up.

Again he glanced at Bixlow, then at the minister and then at Eleanor. Pull yourself together now.

A moment of silence filled up the entire room before Laxus forced out another smile. This time, with all the effort he could muster up, he managed to make it look natural and easy and sincere. His orange eyes were locked with Eleanor's brown ones.

This was it. This would settle everything. He would say his vows, then it was her turn and then it would be done. He was going to be married.

“Eleanor,” Laxus began, forcing his deep voice not to shake. He needed a moment to remember his vows but Eleanor was still standing there with her patient and warm smile. He corrected his posture, broad body statue standing tall and proud.

With a sigh and another attempt to dismiss his heart, he finally continued. “I-”

This time he didn't interrupt himself.

Suddenly, the doors had fallen open with a loud thud. Whoever just entered didn't seem to have any care in the world.

Heads turned towards the entrance, and gasps sounded from everywhere in the hall.

Laxus' eyes went wide and he thought that his heart stopped beating right then and there. Evergreen's surprised expression turned into a knowing one, then into a large smile. Bixlow, hidden behind Laxus' back, grinned.

“Bastard, what are you doing here?” Ivan had raised from his seat, his voice bellowing. His eyes were pure rage, dangerous-looking and intimidating and his face had turned red from only shouting these words already.

Laxus could still do nothing but stare. He was unable to move, unable to register anything around him but the man who had stormed into the room.

Freed didn't pay any attention to Ivan even though it was tempting to and not all too easy to just ignore him. His long green hair was tied into a pony tail. A light blue suit paired with a fitting bow tie and a black waistcoat were covering his tautly-muscular body and it was stunning.

He was stunning.

Laxus was unable to keep up with anything. He faintly registered the minister's voice and then his father's voice again. This was his wedding. The wedding he had arranged on his own will to influence the reputation of his father's institute. A wedding that was free of any genuine love, at least on his part. And now the man he undoubtedly had feelings for was crashing it.

His mouth opened to say something but closed again without releasing any words.

Freed was just standing there in the aisle. Everybody was looking between him and the altar. Freed's stance was determined and so were his turquoise eyes, except that they also harbored a spark of insecurity, of question. He knew he wasn't technically supposed to be here.

“Who invited him?” Bixlow had sneaked away from his previous place to briefly join Evergreen in the front row.

Ever just grinned widely, voice kept low so nobody else would hear. “I did.”

At that, Bixlow's grin only widened. The two exchanged a meaningful glance and then he sneaked back to his previous place.

Evergreen was confident that this was going to help Laxus to find his own happiness. She couldn't bear seeing him enter a life that she knew would make him more than miserable.

“Laxus?” Eleanor's voice was shaken by an air of concern again, though this time of different nature. Her eyes had lost their sparkle and she gently squeezed his hands again to get his attention.

Laxus, still paralyzed, ripped his gaze off Freed to look at Eleanor instead. She was still smiling but it had gotten a crack and he spotted the lost shine in her brown eyes. He was unable to speak. Unable to breathe properly. He was lacking social skills one way or another but this was the worst.

Again his mouth opened and closed without saying something. His gaze drifted over to Freed.

Freed began to move again, walking further down the aisle with nervous determination. His heart was racing in his chest right now as hard as Laxus' was.

“Don't get anywhere near them!” Ivan had made his way towards Freed fiercely, almost spitting in his face as his voice rang through the hall anew.

Freed, so focused on Laxus only, had barely noticed Ivan coming up to him. But as the man almost went to stand in his way, Freed raised a hand. His eyes became just as fierce as Ivan's for a split-second and his deep voice told more than a thousand words could. “This is between me and your son.” He knew why he was here. This was his only chance.

Ivan was so caught off guard by this retort that he was left speechless long enough. His face was crimson and his eyes storming with pure disdain but he shut up if only not to give off more of a negative expression. Every move was going to influence his institute, and his own reputation.

Freed had gone half way down the aisle when he stopped again. He wouldn't dare walking up to Laxus entirely. He didn't want to force anything.

This was going to be Laxus' decision. Laxus' statement. Laxus could reject him or be with him.

It was silent again, only the music playing in the background and Laxus still didn't know how to breathe properly.

He is right there.

“Buddy, you okay?”

This time, Laxus was unable to respond immediately. His heartbeat was driving him mad. All eyes were on him and he hated it. Panic had risen in his chest, oh how he hated being vulnerable. How he hated dealing with his own emotions.

His orange eyes met Bixlow's red ones and he swallowed. “Yea... Yea, I-” What did he want to say?

He looked back at Freed, looked into those sincere eyes. He now noticed how Freed's chest was heaving and lowering and realized how the other man must feel right now. He put himself on the silver platter.

It was on him to decide how this was going to end.

Do what makes you happy.

“Laxus?”

Eleanor's soft voice made him jerk his head back to her. Now her smile was more obviously pained but little did he know for what reason. It was difficult for her to see him like this. It was bound to happen. “I know.” She knew. For the third time this morning, she squeezed his hands and all he could do was stare. This plan might not work out... but she didn't want to force him into this life if this wasn't what he wanted as well. “It's okay, Laxus.”

Laxus released and audible breath. Whether or not he liked that she knew about this was something to think about later, once he could think again at all. Everyone was looking at him still.

Evergreen with her wide smirk. Bixlow with supporting grin. His father with his blazing eyes, screaming threat. Eleanor with her cracked but encouraging smile.

And Freed. Freed, with his focused and waiting eyes. His look and body seemed more tense now. He must have become more insecure as it was taking so long for him to make any move at all.

In these very minutes, everything came crushing down on him. This wasn't going to make him happy. He could be as stubborn as he wanted, tell himself every lie that he could come up with. This, this wasn't what he wanted. Everybody knew, and he was the last person to realize this fact about his own happiness.

What he wanted was out of reach.

And he could change that. Right now.

“It's okay.”

Laxus heard Eleanor repeat her words and suddenly, his hands slowly slipped out of her gentle grasp. He was finally moving.

                                ‘I can’t help but be wrong in the dark                             ‘Cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts                                 I can’t help but want oceans to part                             ’Cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts’

He distantly felt Bixlow give a pat to his back and he didn't look right, didn't look left as he walked down the three steps and then moved down the aisle.

This war he had fought with himself was so useless. No other person should be deciding over his own life. He shouldn't be giving up on his own happiness just for business and reputation. There were other ways to stabilize them and he, as the future head of the institute, would utilize them properly.

Ivan, his entire body shaking, rushed up to him midway but Laxus didn't even grant him a look when he walked past him.

“Laxus! Don't you dare walk any further!”

“Enough!” The hiss was out before he could stop it. His gaze was stuck to the one man waiting for him and Freed's eyes were on him as well.

Laxus was pretty certain that he wasn't breathing anymore and he waited for the second his heart would burst through his rib cage.

Ivan was left behind and with how fast Laxus had walked he was suddenly standing right in front of the shorter man.

There was barely time for more eye-contact. There was definitely no more time to think.

When Laxus entangled his fingers in the front of Freed's suit, his eyes fell closed. He heard a deep, and relieved, exhale when he leaned towards the other man and all tension seemed to fall off Freed's shoulder's when their lips met.

The kiss wasn't careful and not hesitant. As soon as Freed realized that this was his answer, everything fell into the right place.

Their lips moved in unison and time stood still just for them. Laxus didn't dare to loosen his grip on Freed's clothing and he was unable to describe how it felt when Freed firmly placed his hands on his waist to keep him close.

It would be kitschy to say that finally kissing Freed felt as though fireworks were going off in his entire body – but it would be just as true. Laxus was dazed and intoxicated at once. They leant into each other, craving to feel the other, craving to feel just how real this was.

By the time they pulled apart for a brief moment, he could see all the emotion swirl in Freed's eyes. His own face was most likely a mess of emotion as well and he couldn't remember when he last revealed so much. Perhaps he never had.

They both exhaled before pulling each other close once more, not caring about any of their surroundings.

The cheers from various people, including Evergreen and Bixlow, were going past their senses as they were kissing.

This had to be the bliss everybody was referring to. He had been a fool to fight it. His happiness was tied to this very man and he had to thank him for showing up later.

He loved this man. And this man loved him.

Nobody had ever made him feel the way Freed did and now that he was beginning to hold onto this feeling, he would never let go of it again.

He would never let go of Freed again.

The kiss seemed to last for an eternity and felt too short at the same time. Too much emotion had been bottled up and released all at once. Breathing heavily, Freed and Laxus' rested their foreheads together while still not letting go of each other.

Now they both heard the cheering crowd clearly and let their gazes swerve shortly. Ivan, paralyed and his body quaking, didn't dare to start shouting again and even though Laxus knew that he had to expect something from him later, he couldn't care less right now. Eleanor was smiling softly even though she seemed a little awkward and Evergreen, Bixlow, his grandfather and his mother were all waving at them.

What would he do without any of them?

Exhaling once more, Laxus looked back at Freed who was smiling now. Almost immediately, he noticed a smile appearing on his own face and it felt so good to smile sincerely for the first time in days.

This was his future.

And it began with Freed.

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Fugitives- Chap 6

Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

Warnings: D E A T H (someone is shot and killed, yeet), drug mention

Ship: Eventual Ralbert

I’m so so so sorry

Albert was awoken a few hours later to the sounds of people arguing on the other side of the shower curtain.  He kept his eyes shut as he strained his ears, trying to catch what the voices were saying.

“You let someone walk away?” Whispered a voice that Albert recognized as Jack’s.

“He promised he wouldn’t run his mouth,” Came Race’s reply.

“Of course he promised, Antonio,” Came another, exasperated voice, “Anyone would promise that if you shot a gun at their wall and threatened to kill them.”

“Davey’s right,” Jack said, “I can’t believe you, Race.”

“Well, what was I supposed to do?” Race exclaimed defensively.

“Kill him, Racetrack,” Jack said, his voice was gaining volume, “You were supposed to kill him.”

“Jack Kelly, you know that I can’t fucking-”

“Yes, I’ve fucking heard it.  I’ve heard a million times that you won’t fucking kill anyone else,” Jack was speaking loudly now, “I don’t know what happened to you in Prospect.  I don’t know what part you played in Rockefeller, but you’re going to have to get the fuck over it one day, because in this fucking life, you’re gonna have to kill a few people and-”

“Shut up, Jack!” Race shouted, “Shut the fuck up.  I know that I’m gonna have to kill a few people.  Hell, you’ve made me kill a few people, but don’t fucking talk to me about Rockefeller.  Don’t ever bring that up, asshole, there’s a fucking reason I don’t talk about it.” Race’s breath hitched after the last sentence.

“Both of you quiet down, you’re going to wake people up,” The other man, Davey, scolded, “Jack, leave his past out of this.  Race, take a deep breath.  We’re going to have to think about how to deal with Albert’s roommate, but for now, I think that it would be best if we all just got some rest, okay?”

“Okay,” Jack mumbled.

“Thank you,” Davey said, “Race?”

Albert heard Race take a measured breath, “Okay,” he answered, voice strained.

“Good, get some sleep, Race,” Davey instructed, “Jack, c’mon.”

Albert cracked an eye open, watching as two silhouettes walked to the other side of the theatre.  He saw Race’s shadow pacing back and forth behind the curtain a few times, before he sat down on his cot.  It looked like he was holding his head in his hands.  

Albert felt worry claw at his gut.  What were they planning to do to Elmer?  He had half a thought to send a warning text to him, but didn’t want to find out the repercussions if Jack found out he’d contacted him.  Maybe they weren’t going to kill him, maybe they were just going to recruit Elmer like they’d done with him.  Logically, Albert knew that wasn’t the case.  

Albert let out a frustrated sigh and reached under his pillow to grab his phone.  It was nearly 6:00 am, so Elmer would be waking up within the hour to go to his morning shift at the coffee shop he worked at.  

Albert clicked into his and Elmer’s texts and bit his lip, trying to decide how to word his message.

To Elmer: Bro, do me a fat favor and stay at your girl’s place for a few days.  Don’t ask questions.  I’m handling it.  Just don’t go back to our place and never go anywhere alone.

He hovered his thumb over the send button for a few moments, then delivered it.  Elmer was no doubt going to ask questions anyway, but it was worth a shot.  He deleted their conversation and slid his phone back under his pillow.  Rolling over, he noticed that Race was no longer sitting on his cot.  In fact, it didn’t look like he was on his side of the wing at all.  Albert frowned and lifted his head, glancing around the parts of the theatre that he could see, but there was no sign of Race anywhere.  He got up, curiosity getting the better of him.  Carefully, he drew back the curtain separating his and Race’s side, eyes sweeping the dark area.  At first he didn’t see anything, then he noticed Race sitting on the ground in front of his cot.  

“You okay?” He whispered, causing Race to jump violently and turn around.

His face was lined with tear tracks, which he hastily wiped away with his shirt sleeve, “What the fuck? How long’ve you been awake?”

Albert shrugged, “Not too long.”

Race stood, then sat down on his cot, pulling his knees up to his chest.  He looked tired, “Did you hear anything?”

Albert considered telling him what he had witnessed of his conversation with Jack and Davey, but thought against it, “Nothing besides you moving around.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah..”

“Sorry for waking you.”

Albert waved a hand nonchalantly, “You didn’t, I’m a light sleeper.”

Race sniffed and lowered his chin to rest on his knees, “What do you want?”

Albert glanced down, suddenly feeling guilty for invading what was obviously a very personal moment for Race, “Uh, nothing.  Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Race scowled, “Well, I’m fine.  Why do you care anyway?  I’ve been pretty terrible to you.”

“I was just curious, man-” They both startled when Albert’s phone began buzzing.

Race raised his eyebrows, “You better go get that before Jack or Davey hears.  They’re really strict about phones and who we’re all contacting.”

Albert huffed and let the curtain fall back into place, once again separating himself from Race.  He took his phone from under his pillow to see that Elmer was calling him.  He quickly declined the call and clicked into his texts.

To Elmer: No calling.  Just text.

From Elmer: Where the fuck are you man???? What the fuck happened yesterday??? Are you alive?????

To Elmer: Of course I’m alive, numbnuts.  I can’t tell you where I am and I can’t tell you what was happening yesterday, but you’re kinda in danger so…

From Elmer: BUdDY you can’t say all this shit without an explanation.  I’m freaking the fuck out

To Elmer: Believe me, I am too.  Listen, please just trust me.  Where are you right now? From Elmer: Sarah’s

Albert slumped onto his cot, relief flooding his system.  Elmer was safe at his girlfriend’s place, far from their apartment.

To Elmer: Thank fuck, okay.  Maybe don’t go to work tomorrow.  Or move to China and change your name.  Idc, just please look out for yourself.  Also delete this convo

From Elmer: Albert what the fuck

To Elmer: I’m sorry.  I gotta go.  Remember to delete this.  I’ll talk to you when I can

From Elmer: Jfc ok bye

Albert erased his messages once more and laid back against his pillows.  He scrolled through Instagram mindlessly, trying in vain to get tired again.  It was nearing 7:00 am, so he assumed he’d have to be up soon anyway.  Eventually, he dozed off, phone still in hand.

XXX

“The fuck?” Albert yelped as his pillow was yanked out from under his head.

“Rise and shine, bitchatcho.”

Albert looked up to see Race hovering over him, pillow in hand.

“What time s’it?” He asked, voice still thick with sleep.

“Like, 8:00 am,” Race thwacked Albert violently with the pillow, ”We gotta long day ahead of us, so get the fuck up.”

Albert glared at him for a long moment before reluctantly sitting up, “Fine, give me like, ten minutes to change and take a piss.”

“Awesome, meet me downstairs by the storage room when you’re.”

Albert gave him a sarcastic thumbs up and watched as Race left the stage.  He pulled his jeans out from under his cot and changed into them, then went to the dressing rooms to use the bathroom.  On his way downstairs, he stopped by his bin and took out a sweatshirt, yanking it over his head as he bounded down the stairs.  

As promised, Race was waiting outside the storage room, eating a banana.  There were two other men with him, one sporting a backwards hat over his curly brown hair and the other leaning heavily on a crutch.  

“Heya, Albert,” Race greeted, “Meet Finch and Crutchie.”

The one with a crutchie leaned forward, offering a hand, “As you can probably gather, outta the two of us, I’m Crutchie.  I’m Empire’s medic, so if you’re aboutta die or some shit, I’ll patch you up.”

“Uh, sounds good,” Albert said, shaking Crutchie’s hand.  He turned to the guy in the backwards hat, “And what about you?”

“Finch,” The guy grunted.

Albert cocked his head and looked at Race, who flicked the guy in the back of the head, “Sorry about him, he’s bitter.  That’s Finch.  He’s our botanist.”

“Botanist?”

“I run our drug inventory,” Finch said, toying with a cigarette and looking entirely uninterested.

“Cool, uh, nice to meet you..” Finch scanned his eyes over Albert, who crossed his arms self-consciously.

“Likewise.”

“Well, this is cozy,” Crutchie said brightly, “Anyway, I leave you all to your work.  Just thought I’d introduce myself.  Toodles!” He waved and hobbled away.

“You gotta key, Finchy?” Race asked.

“Don’t call me that,” Finch said, fishing a key out of his jacket pocket and unlocking the storage room door.

“Oh yeah,” Race said, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out another banana, “Here, before I forget it’s in there and sit on it.”  he handed the banana to Albert, who hesitantly took it.

“I didn’t poison it or some shit,” Race laughed, “Just thought you’d be hungry.”

Albert wordlessly peeled the banana and took a bite, realizing belatedly how hungry he was.  

“Race,” Finch called from inside the storage room, “What do you need?”

“Uh, get me like, two grams of pot? And...I think that’s it.  It’s a small trade.”

“Kay,” Finch emerged a moment later holding a white paper bag.  He handed it to Race who crumpled it and put it into his jacket pocket.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Higgins,” Finch held out a hand, “Give me the bag back.”

Race rolled his eyes and shoved the bag into Finch’s outstretched palm.  Finch held his glare as he neatly folded the bag over a few times, then handed it back to Race, who carefully placed it back into his pocket.

“Happy?” Race jeered.

“Extremely,” Finch answered with a fake smile, “We done here?  I would like to get coffee now.”

“Yes, we’re done, go get your bean juice.”

Finch sneered and walked away, disappearing up the stairs.

“He’s really fucking meticulous about his drugs,” Race said, zipping up his jacket.

“Meticulous,” Albert repeated, “Didn’t peg you for a fifty-cent-word kinda guy.”

“Shut up, I went to high school.  I glanced at all the SAT words.”

“Oh, did you?  So what does brevity mean?”

“Uhhhhhhh..” Race screwed up his face in thought, “I said I glanced, dude.  That doesn’t mean I retained any actual knowledge.”

“Brevity’s easy.  It’s the quality of being brief or terse.”

“Albert, have I told you you’re annoying yet?”

“Many times.”

“Okay, you’re annoying.  Now c’mon, The Bronx is waiting.”

XXX

The bleak winter air bit Albert’s face as he and Race left The Bowery.  As they walked through the street toward the nearest subway station, Albert couldn’t help but notice the strange feeling that nagged at the back of his neck.  The streets felt almost different, like they were hiding some enormous monster underneath them.  The ever-existing presence of Empire and Prospect loomed ominously over Race and Albert, blind to the eyes of other pedestrians.  He felt incredibly vulnerable, constantly paying mind to who was paying attention to them.  Anyone at any time could be a threat- there was no telling who knew what.

They caught the yellow line that would take them to The Bronx, where they were scheduled to trade with some guy in Fordham at 9:30.  It was currently 8:15 and the ride was supposed to take about forty-five minutes, leaving Albert wishing he had his headphones so he could disengage completely.

“You nervous at all?” Race’s question surprised Albert, and he turned to him

“Kinda, I guess?  How exactly does a trade work?”

“First off, for the love of God, lower your voice,” Race said, leaning in so that they could talk in quieter voices, “And it’s pretty simple.  You missed phase one, which is deciding a meet place and trade time.  We do that using the graffiti, which I’ve already told you about.  One of these days, I’ll show you the symbols we use and what they mean, but that’s not important right now.  So now, we just have to be at the coordinated location and make sure he actually has the cash he promised.  If he does, we trade, plain and easy.”

“What if he doesn’t?”

Race glanced to the side briefly, “Then, we….” he worried his lip between his teeth.

“...Kill him?” Albert tried,

Race looked down at his lap, reaching up a hand to tug at the hair on the back of his head, “I mean, no.  Killing’s not entirely necessary.  That’s like, last resort.  Like if he pulls knife on us.  Yeah, no, we’d just, like, beat him up.” He was rambling and Albert furrowed his brow.

“You alright?  Why are you getting weird?”

“I’m not,” Race said, defensively scooting backwards a bit.

“You totally are,” Albert noted that Race had shrunken in on himself, “Is this something to do with last night?  With Rockefeller or whatever Jack was talking about?” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Albert regretted them.  

He silently cursed his lack of a filter as Race whipped his head up, “What? How did you-” he scooted backwards further as his expression turned furious, “So you were listening.  You lied to me, DaSilva.  This puts you on thin fucking ice.”

Albert pursed his lips, annoyed with himself.

“If you were listening so carefully,” Race seethed, “Then you should have known not to fucking bring that up.”

“M’sorry,” Albert mumbled.

Race didn’t answer as he busied himself in pulling out his headphones, though Albert could see his hands shaking.  Albert sat back in his seat and pulled out his own phone, electing to catch up on SnapChat until they arrived in The Bronx.

Fordham was significantly sketchier than the neighborhoods Albert was used to.  The storefronts they passed were all worn down and the deeper Race led Albert into the area, the dirtier it got.  Race hadn’t spoken a word to him since their conversation on the train, leaving Albert more or less in the dark about the specifics of where they were going.  Eventually, they arrived at an abandoned auto-shop.  

Race walked around to the back of the lot and knocked on one of the garage doors.  It opened a moment later to reveal a tall, gruff looking guy.

“You Racetrack?” He asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Yes, sir, I am,” Race said, sauntering over to him, “But, a little piece of constructive criticism, don’t ever voice your assumptions.  If you had been wrong about who was just now, that could have meant serious trouble for the both of us.”

The guy looked unimpressed, “I expected you to be less twiggy.”

“And I expected you to have more than one brain cell, but alas.”

“Whatever,” The guy said, “You got the shit?”

“Yeah,” Race retrieved the paper bag containing the weed from his jacket, “And you’ll get it as soon as I see the cash.”

The guy reached into his back pocket and produced an envelope, “Here, you see it.  Now give me the goddamn pot already.”

“Nuh uh uh,” Race wagged his finger, “Calm down, you useless junkie.  I already made it very clear the other day that it’s cash first, weed second.  Hand it over.”

“Show me the pot first,” Race opened the bag and held it out for the guy to see.  He peered at the bag’s contents, inspecting it closely, “And that’s two grams?”

Race clicked his tongue, “It should be.”

The guy nodded and reached into the envelope, revealing a large wad of cash.  He held it out for Race to take, who in turn, handed the paper bag over to him.

Once the items were exchanged, Race spit into his palm and offered it to the guy.  Without hesitation, the guy spit into his own hand and shook Race’s.  Albert wrinkled his nose in disgust.

“Pleasure doing business,” Race said, formally.

The guy huffed a small laugh, “Okay.”

With that, he stalked back into the auto shop and closed the garage door.  Race turned to Albert, looking pleased.

“That went nice and smooth,” He said.

“Yeah, seemed easy,” Albert agreed.

“I’m hungry,” Race declared, “Let’s head back to The Bowery for lunch, then we can do our next trade.”

“What time’s our next trade?  And where?” Albert asked, following Race away from the autoshop.

“4:00 over in Washington Square Park.  We have a little while.”

The journey back to The Bowery seemed to take less time than the commute to The Bronx.  Race had loosened up significantly and was telling Albert about the other guys in Empire as they entered the theatre.

“So yeah, you met Finch and Crutchie- great guys by the way, absolute geniuses.  Aside from them, there’s Mush and Blink, who trade a lot over in Staten Island.  Blink’s got an eyepatch.  No one knows exactly what happened to his eye, but it definitely involved a knife.  Romeo is a little shit, but a total charmer, which comes in handy during trades.  Jojo’s the handyman- I’ve already told you about him.  Giant teddy bear, that guy.  Love him.  And then you met Jack and I’ve told you about Les and Davey- oh! I want you to meet Davey, he should be around today, one sec,” As they passed the recreation room, Race stuck his head in, “Hey, Mush.”

Albert peeked over Race’s shoulder to see a shorter guy with straight brown hair, playing solitaire.  He looked up upon hearing his name and smiled, “Hey Race,” He made eye contact with Albert and blinked, “You’re Albert, yeah? The dude Race pulled off the street?”

“Indeed, that’s me,” Albert said as Race pulled him into the room.

“Welcome, don’t fuck anything up,” Mush said, placing his cards onto the table and clasping his hands under his chin, “Did you guys need something?”

“Yeah,” Race leaned against the door, “D’you know where Davey is?”

“Uh, I’m not actually sure?  I saw him and Jack leave a little bit ago.  They said they have something they need to take care of over in SoHo.”

Race frowned, “That’s weird, I didn’t think that they had any trades today.”

Albert felt his blood run cold as he processed what Mush had told them, “Oh my god,” he muttered, “Oh my god.”

Race and Mush looked at him, confusion written on their faces, “What?  What’s wrong.”

Albert swallowed and met Race’s stare, panic running down his spine, “Elmer’s girlfriend lives in SoHo.”

“What are you-” Albert didn’t let Race finished as he fled the room, running towards the exit.

“Albert, slow down,” Race called, running after him, “Albert!”

Albert stopped just outside the theatre, turning around to look at Race with wide, terror-stricken eyes, “Race, please, I need to make sure Elmer’s okay.”

“But what does that have to do with his girlfriend-” Understanding dawned on Race’s face, “Wait shit, is he still at his girl’s place?”

“Yes and I think that’s where Jack and Davey are headed.  Come or don’t, I’m going,” Albert ran to the street and hailed a cab, Race climbing in next to him.

“Albert,” Race hissed, “You realize this is gonna make it worse, right?”

“Shut up,” Albert snapped, pulling out his phone and dialing Elmer’s number.  When he didn’t pick up, Albert called Sarah.

“Hello?” Sarah answered from the other side.  She sounded okay, which Albert took  as a good sign.

“Sarah, are you at your place?” Albert asked, urgently.

“No, I’m at the grocery store right now, why? Is everything okay?”

“Is Elmer with you?” Albert pushed.

“No,” Sarah said, slowly, “He was still asleep when I left, so he didn’t come.”

“Shit,” Albert cursed, “Shit shit shit.”

“Albert, what’s-” Sarah started, sounding worried.

“I gotta go, but don’t go home,” Albert demanded, not waiting for a reply as he hung up.  

They arrived in front of Elmer’s apartment complex fifteen minutes later.  Albert almost didn’t want to go inside, too afraid of what he might find.  He forced himself to get out of the cab nonetheless and sprinted in through the front, Race on his heels.  He bypassed the elevator, instead darting towards the door to the stairwell and scaling the three flights of stairs to Sarah’s floor.  When he got to the apartment, he found that it was locked.  

He cursed under his breath, then turned to Race, who was standing nervously a few feet away, “Do you have, like, anything you can use to pick locks?” He asked, impatiently.

Race looked like he was having some sort of internal battle as he reached into his boot and pulled out a knife, handing it to Albert, who stuck his tongue between his teeth as he fiddled with the doorknob.  It took a few minutes, but eventually he got heard the click indicating that he had succeeded.

“I don’t think you should go in there,” Race warned, but Albert ignored him.

The next thirty seconds felt like they went by in slow motion.  Albert opened the door to find Jack and a man in a button down shirt and sweater vest standing on the other side.  The man in the sweater vest was pointing a gun at Elmer, who was cowering against the wall.  Jack looked up as Albert entered the room and opened his mouth to shout something, but was cut off by the sound of a gunshot.  Albert looked over to see Elmer slump onto the floor, blood flowing steadily from his head.  He screamed and staggered backwards into Race, who caught him and lowered him to the floor.  The sound around Albert seemed to muffle.  The world was blurry and he was certain that people were talking around him, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying.

“Albert, Jesus Christ,” He felt someone slap him across the face and he flinched, “Stop screaming or Davey’ll shoot you too,” Race’s voice bled into his consciousness and he was suddenly pulled back to reality.

He closed his mouth, stopping the screams that were escaping him.  Without thinking, he looked at Elmer’s body again and his stomach lurched.  He bent over to the side and threw up, unable to handle the sight any longer.  He heard the door close behind him, then the man in the sweater vest crouched down in front of him.

His eyes were alarmingly calm as he offered a hand to Albert, “You must be Albert.  I’m Davey, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

In the words of @newsies-of-nyc “R.I.P el, sorry bro”

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La Familia

She grows up easy with two loving parents and a closet full of expensive shoes—a good girl used to having good things given to her. Hell, she even has a pony. His name is Zippy and she takes excellent care of him, rubbing him down after exercise, mucking his stall, because he is beautiful and she wants to remain worthy of him. After all, you get what you deserve. She carries this noble idea with her out into the world, where she finds no satisfaction in the secretarial pool. She decides instead to become a cop, and her parents are horrified. If she really must go after criminals, they argue, can’t she just become a lawyer instead? But Dee Dee’s seen the slick and shiny lawyers up close through her father’s business dealings. Some might be crusading for good, but others are morally crippled and they all wear the same dark suits so you can’t tell which side any one is really on. Not until it’s far too late. Her first day on the job, she is bright-eyed and eager to help people. It hasn’t been two hours before Benny took that call put them in East Compton on a day registering triple digits on the thermometer. Six floors up, no elevator, and Benny is huffing pretty good by the time they find the apartment with the woman, high as a kite with blood in her eyes and a knife in her hands. The man has broken knuckles from hitting her and a slice down the side of his arm from where she hit back. Each one swears the other one started it. Dee Dee radios for medics. She takes their statements for her reports, but there aren’t enough lines on the page to get to the bottom of who did what to whom and when. The couple has scars going back ten years. 

She entirely gives up on the guiding hand on fate when her husband Steve is killed. There is nothing to convince her that this is a greater good, that the bullet had his name on it for a reason. She vows to find not only his killer but all the killers he would have caught. That one bullet to Steve’s chest signs a hundred other death warrants; the men just don’t know it yet. After the funeral, her parents make her Earl Grey tea and set it alongside a slice of poppy seed cake. She watches the tea cooling and wonders why they can’t ever remember she takes coffee now. She has for years. Her mother comforts the other mourners in a low, soothing voice while Dee Dee uses her fork to pick off the seeds from the top of the cake one-by-one. She passes the detective’s exam on the first try with a near-perfect score. The Chief is pleased, eager to make an example of her, but she just wants to do her job. The men around her mutter under their breath, words she tries not to hear. Someone shoves a G-string through the hole in her locker and she throws it away when no one is looking. She tells herself they will eventually get used to her presence. They will have no choice because she sure as hell isn’t going anywhere. Her partners grudgingly accept her when they see she knows her stuff, but she can’t seem to keep one around for more than a couple of months. Bill Parker takes a bullet to the thigh during their pursuit of a gangbanger down at The Nickel. Joe Thorten injures his back in a high-speed car chase. (How is this possible, Dee Dee wonders, since he was sitting down the entire time?) Al Lowell had a heart attack—his second—and now they’re going to make him retire at age forty-five. Dee Dee asks herself how many partners she has to go through before the Brass will accept the fact that she’s better off alone. She is not yet thirty but she lives among the widows and widowers of the Garden Crest apartments—men and women who are more than twice her age. She sleeps in a giant bed with a dozen stuffed animals but all the teddy bears in the world don’t make up for one beating heart. Her refrigerator has coffee creamer in it, and milk for cereal. Her freezer is stocked with microwave meals for one. Mrs. Rosencrantz about keels over in shock when she sees Dee Dee leave for work dressed in fishnet stockings, knee-high boots and a leather miniskirt that barely covers her ass. Dee Dee gives her a tight smile and a short wave. She will dress like a snake charmer if that’s what it takes to bring down King Hayes. The men at the precinct look at her much the same way the men on the streets do—she can feel their eyeballs on her neck. It doesn’t bother her to dress in skimpy clothes that reveal half her skin. They can all stare as much as they want to. No one has really seen her in years. XXX He is eight years old when cousin Solly dies. The family dresses all in black and they stand around the grave while the priest says God’s love always forgives. God might forgive, but Uncle Mike does not, and Rick is twelve when he realizes that it’s Mike who put Solly in the ground. His father looked the other way and he urges Rick to do the same. Rick’s dad is still looking the other way three years later when the bullet hits him from behind. Rick’s eyes are too good to stay in this family. He can reliably shoot the C off a Coke can from twenty-five yards away. His mother cries when he joins the Marines and ships off to Nam, but he feels the certainty of the solid metal in his hands and welcomes the jungle. Point him at the enemy. Bring it on. But the soldiers on the other side, some of them are children. Others are nameless, faceless cowards hiding in the dark. He watches helpless as his buddies die with their boots on, steeped in rice water. He weeps silently for them at night and wonders what the hell they’re all doing here in the weeds, fighting someone else’s war. He returns home after one year with a scar on his left leg and an appreciation for the taste of Saigon cinnamon, bird’s eye chili and long coriander. No one in the family can believe it when he joins the force, not even his mother. Your father would be rolling over in his grave, she tells him. Rick reminds her that it’s family, not the cops, who put him there. Uncle Dom is initially hopeful that he can use Rick as a man on the inside, but Rick shuts him down hard. Someone, probably little Joey, slashes Rick’s tires that night in retaliation. Rick takes to driving one of the junkyard beaters the precinct hands out, and the family leaves him alone. Very alone. The cops are sure he’s playing for the other side, even when his collars start piling up higher than the Head of D’s. No one makes friendly talk. No one wants to get punked when the truth comes out. Cain sets the tone, and he’s on full mutiny. He demands that Hunter see the department psychologist, thinks he needs to get shrunk. Rick marvels at the irony and how the Captain doesn’t see it: Hunter’s already on an island of one and he’s convinced himself he likes it that way. He can’t possibly shrink any further. XXX They’re not really partners, barely more than strangers even, but he’s already seen more of her than any man in the past two years. She’s got a short pink robe on now, with fuzzy slippers to match, and even this is an admission she’d sooner keep to herself: this is how I dress when I’m alone. She drains the bubble bath while he prowls around her kitchen. “Do you have anything to eat?” he calls back to her. It’s past eleven, but all she’s had tonight is some peanuts at the bar, and adrenaline’s chewed right through those. Her stomach rumbles at the prospect of more. “Um, I’m not sure,” she hollers back. She finds him staring into her freezer with its neat stack of frozen foods and feels her face go hot at what he’s really seeing. Hunter doesn’t seem to notice her embarrassment. “The fettuccini alfredo’s not bad, but the veal piccata is the worst,” he says as he shuts the door. “Why don’t I run down the road to Sacco’s? They’re open for another hour and everything’s half-price ‘til closing. Their meatballs are the best.” “Yeah, that’s what Vice tells me. I hear they eat there twice a week.” He tilts his head at her, narrows his eyes, and she realizes her mistake. “I didn’t mean…” “I know the guys that run the place,” he says, holding her gaze. “That doesn’t mean I’m one of them.” She cinches her robe a bit tighter. “I know that. I don’t believe the stories. I never did.” He looks amused, not offended. “Oh, yeah?” “Yeah. You don’t even want a partner. I don’t see you comfortable within the confines of La Familia.” He grins. “Dinner’s on me.” “Damn right it is. The landlord is going to bill me for that lock you shot off my front door.” “I was saving your life,” he protests as she walks him to the stairs. “You were ruining my bath.” She has a flash of this as her future—knows if she sticks with him, there will be other ruined baths. Hunter shoots off the locks first and asks questions later. Still, it was something to see him there with his gun out and ready to defend her life. She’s felt like a ghost at times, haunting this place where she used to be happy as a different version of herself. But Hunter came through the door blazing, determined to keep her on this side of the angels, and now she feels more alive than she has for a long time. She shoves him gently at the door. “Hurry back with the food.” At the restaurant, Maria loads him up with meatballs and lasagna and antipasto, soft rolls with little packets of butter, and a thick slice of tiramisu. He takes it back to McCall’s place and they eat until he is stuffed, pregnant with a food baby that he pats with satisfaction. McCall put away a plate to rival his own but she still looks about two sheets thick. She wipes her mouth as she considers him. “What’s Bolin like?” “I told you—he’s a nut.” “No, I mean as a shrink. Did he lay any heavy insights on you?” “Ha. You think I’d tell you if he did?” She tosses the napkin at him, and he catches it one-handed. “It could be interesting, maybe, to have someone analyze you for real,” she says. “Get an outside perspective on who you are.” “I know who I am.” She rolls her eyes. “Yes, as do we all. I’m just saying—it could be nice to talk to someone.” “I am talking to someone. I’m talking to you.” The chair squeaks against the floor as he gets up to make the coffee. One cup, then he will leave. Don’t want to get too comfortable. She clears away the dishes and he pokes around until he finds the mugs. On the top shelf at eye level he finds one in white porcelain with the Academy logo on it. It sits in shadow apart from the others, gathering dust. Dee Dee does her mourning where no one else can see. He takes down two other mugs and pours the coffee. Just cream for him. Cream and sugar for her. She looks down at the cup as he hands it to her. “You know how I like it?” He half shrugs. “I saw you fixing it the other day.” He only has to see things once to remember them. It’s a blessing and a curse. She stares at the mug some more, and then looks at him with a hint of suspicion. “Just what do you want from me?” He considers a moment. “As much as I can get.” She’ll only give up so much, he knows this. In fact, he’s counting on it. When the case is over, they’ll go back to their separate corners. They drink the coffee and then he goes to leave as planned. The broken front door makes him frown. “Maybe you shouldn’t stay here tonight,” he says. She pushes him toward the stairs with enough force to make him move. She is stronger than she looks. “I’ll shove a door under the knob.” “Bolin could be out there right now.” “Great, if he comes in, we’ll have him dead to rights.” She nudges him again and he gets the hint. “Okay, I’m going.” She grabs his arm. “Wait, one thing.” She fishes a slip of paper out from the pocket of her robe and hands it to him. “It’s my home number,” she explains. “I figure next time maybe you could call first before you shoot through my front door.” He studies the paper. Women give him phone numbers all the time, but this one has a weight to it. “Call first,” he says as he stuffs it in his pocket. “Got it.” He goes home to a house full of shadows. The only sound is his own footsteps on the stairs. In bed, he watches as the red numbers on the clock radio tick over to twelve-thirty a.m.. He rubs his nose and reaches for the phone. He doesn’t have to check the number—he’s seen it once and that’s enough. She answers after just one ring. “This number was for emergencies only, Hunter.” He smiles at the sound of her exasperation in the dark. “I just wanted to make sure you got home all right.” “I was already home!” “Oh, then I wanted to make sure you knew I got home all right.” There is a pause. Her answer, when it comes, is both hesitant and gentle. “All right. Yes. I’m glad you’re home okay.” “Night then,” he says. “Night, Hunter.” He hangs up the phone and rolls over. He tucks the pillow under his head and closes his eyes, dreaming already of Bolin’s face when he realizes they’ve nailed him. He doesn’t want to think too hard about the added sweetness, the satisfaction he has now of knowing that she’s out there across town in a bed full of teddy bears, dreaming the same thing.

[gunsatthaphan]

German anon here🌸💜

I am always so happy when you answer 🥺

Oh yes, I totally see what you say about To my Star. I just can't get over the zit thing, it is hilarious.

Yeah I saw you post about atots and yeah it is nice to have something calmer.

And yess Bad Buddy need to be the next one.

MOD is definitely going crazy, but it feels normal for a crime show this war. Now we are going into the finale and all the loose plotlines are getting put together. What makes it a bit hard is that MOD has so many plots that need to be weaved together and with the limit of episode it would probably be more understandable if you watched them all in one go. (My opinion, as someone who watches a little bit of crime shows)

Oh yes I need more cottage scenes and cooking scenes and them doing their jobs. Or in the garden... I just want them to be happy. Also the two babys( Tat and Sorowit) NEED to be safe or else...😭🙃

Und ja es ist immer so.. wait ich kenne den (ich bin schlecht im merken von Namen und wo ich jemanden schon mal gesehen habe)... dann gehe ich auf MDL und ... oh wow ich hab schon x Dramas mit dem gesehen😂. Oh Favoriten sind etwach schwirig, aber New hat definitiv einen Platz, da ich ihn mit Sotus und Water Boyy in meinen ersten Bls gesehen habe. Drake auch und Tay. Nicht in Gmm, Tul und Max. Hast du Favorit/en?

Das überraschende ist immer wenn man die Hauptcharaktere noch nicht kennt.

Wish you a beautiful day🌸💜💖

hiii!!!! 🌸💜

The zit-running-gag is everything lol 😂 seo joon is so extra and i’m here for it. 

I just hope that everything ties together for MOD but I actually have no doubt it will. The big question will be if I will understand it or not sjdkfh 😂 It does have too many plots for sure and another thing is that I feel like the characters’ backstories are not explored enough? if that makes sense. Like I still don’t know who That really is, like where he comes from etc., we know next to nothing about Por and his practices even though that’s an important thing to know, and I still don’t know what Tan actually knows lmao. But whatever. I’m just hoping for a good conclusion. 

have a beautiful day! 💜 

xxx

[sketch-artist-arty-blog]

Decades ago, I had given my immortality serum to my dog, believing him to be more worthy of a unending life than I. Now, as my sight faded and my breathing slowed, I couldnt stop my tears as I lifted a trembling hand, covered in age spots and scars, to pet my dog one final and heartbreaking time.

"Baron," I whispered, my chest rattling. "I hope you wont miss me too much, but you have so many, many years and decades to live... you will find someone else." Baron whimpered, lowering his head slowly to lick away my tears. I chuckled weakly.

"Goodbye, buddy. I love you."

XXX

From the shadows, an imposing figure watching as the dog cried and cried for his dead owner, originally the final ageing human. It had been days now, but still the dog had not moved, staying rooted to the ground, occasionally sniffing and nudging the body in the blind hope it would move once more.

Eventually, the figure sighed and walked forward, revealing a pair of iridescent golden wings as the light struck his figure. White robes as pure as snow trailed behind him, and golden hair tumbled down his back.

"You mourn even now, when days have passed and you know this to be the truth," He said, eyes a million shifting colours and lights turning to rest upon the dog. "Why?"

"They were my owner," replied Baron. "They gave me immortality, not wishing to lose me even though I would lose them. They loved me even when I stole their chance to see the world and livw for as long as they wished. I loved them, I still love them and I always will love them."

He sighed again, looking down upon the human that the dog had devoted his life to. It did not seem right to leave, nor did it seem right to simply stay. It confused him, the way his chest seemed to hurt, the way his hands itched to do something, anything.

"How about this," He eventually said, his wings beginning to glow as he ammassed his power. "I will bring your human back to life, but not as a human." Baron turned to him, his ears up, his tail moving hesitantly, as if he wanted to wag it, but was unsure whether or not to be happy.

"What will they be?" At this, the angel finally smiled, the light from His wings becoming much to bright for the dog to keep his eyes open.

"A god."

XXX

"What do you think, is she worthy?" From afar, they watched as the army dog gave one final, listless whimper, her owner sobbing uncontrollably over her, both coated in blood.

"Yes, she sacrificed herself for her owner, there isnt much that could make her any more worthy." The great beast with fur the colour of night smiled in his doggy way, his tail swaying behind him like a veil of warm shadows as he turned to his owner.

His owner smiled, their skin now smooth and young once more, eyes sparkling with a supernatural light belonging only to the Gods of old as they took a step forward, a collar of golden light materialising in their hand. They reached the dying dog together, and the owner passed the Golden Collar of Life to Baron before kneeling before the young lass who looked up tearfully.

"Please," she cried, "save my dog! I dont care if I die, just save her!" The God smiled gently, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Do not fret," they said kindly. "Your dog is a hero, and she will be brought back as one." Baron placed the collar around the dog's neck, and a gentle golden light enveloped them all.

When it faded, the young lass was left alone with her fully healed and now immortal dog.

The God of Dogs and their Grim were nowhere to be found, and all they left was a single tag found on a dog's collar. The young lass picked it up and turned it over, reading the singular word on the opposing side with a smile.

Hero

In the future everyone receives a syringe at the age of 18 that will keep you young forever. As everybody becomes immortal this way, you lead everybody to believe you’ve taken it too. But actually you gave it to your dog; you are the last aging human.

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I’m Gonna be a Big Brother

Michael walked in, stressed and drained from work, but seeing his four year old son, Theodore, come running to greet him made a smile spread on his face.

“Daddy!” He cried as Michael bent down to pick him up.

“Hey bud, how was your day?”

“Good.” He exclaims, his tiny fingers playing with his dad’s suit.

“Good, yeah? Well, what’d you do?” Michael asks, walking him further through the house, looking for you. You were upstairs cleaning and hadn’t even heard Michael come home.

“I got a new toy.” He says, struggling to get down to show him his new truck. He brings it back over, Michael crouching to Theodore’s height as he shows it off.

“Wow, that’s really cool. Did Mummy get that for you?” He asks, holding it for a second. He watches his son nod as he takes it back. “What’d you get that for?” Michael asks curiously.

“I’m gonna be a big brother!” 

Theodore yells excitedly, causing Michael’s heart to beat faster. He scoops Theodore back into his arms quick and rushes up the stairs, him calling your name mixed with Teddy’s laughter.

“Y/N, Y/N.” You hear his heavy footsteps approaching; they sound like he’s running. And his calls seem urgent.

“In the bedroom Michael!” You call as he appears in the doorway. “Oh, hi honey.” You say surprised when you see him there. He looks at you for a long time. “Is everything ok?” You ask, holding his shirt as you finish folding it and lay it on the bed.

After a moment he puts Theodore down, who begins playing with his new truck. He walks over to you, wrapping you in his arms and never taking his eyes off of you.

“Michael, what’s gotten into you?” You ask accompanied by a small giggle, noticing his behavior was more odd than usual.

“Are you pregnant?” He blurts.

“What? How’d you…?” You say, surprised that he knows but then your eyes land on Theodore playing contently with his truck. “Teddy, I told you you weren’t supposed to tell Daddy!”

“Sorry Mama,” he says.

“Wait, so it’s true?” Michael says excitedly looking back at you.

“Mmmhm...” you say, nodding your head furiously. A huge smile spreads across Michaels face as he kisses you excitedly.

You sigh as you fall onto the bed next to Michael, relieved Teddy had finally fallen asleep. Michael yawns and you laugh at him causing him to prop himself up on his elbow to look at you.

“What’s so funny?” He asks.

“Nothing. Just better get all the sleep you can now cause you won’t be getting any of it with two little ones.” You say, rubbing your growing tummy.

“Nothing she’ll do will make her Daddy mad.”

“She, huh? You think it’s a girl?” You ask, looking at him longingly.

He shrugs. “I have no idea, but I wouldn’t mind a little girl running around the house.” He says, making you smile.

“I’d love to have a girl.” You say, thinking about the relationship you and your mother had when you were young, before she passed away; she was your best friend, you’re everything. “Girls are tougher though. Think you can handle that?” You cock your eyes brows at him.

“Oh, fuck no. If she’s even half as beautiful as her mum, and she will be, she’s never leaving the fucking house. And she’s not dating until she’s 40 or after I die, whichever comes first.” You laugh at this, leaning forward to kiss the man you loved. You sit there in silent contempt before you look at Michael again.

“Any idea what’d you want to name her?” You ask curiously.

“I don’t know…Eleanor’s pretty nice.” Your breath catches in your throat. It’s probably a combination of the hormones and him just being him, that make your eyes start to water. He looks at you worriedly but you just smile.

“Like my mother?” You ask, thinking about her, wishing she was still around to see her grandchildren. He nods and you can’t control your sobs as you give him a wet kiss, laughing as he makes a disgusted face. “We could call her Ella.” You say as he wipes your eyes dry.

“Yeah, we could.” He says, looking into your eyes before pulling you to him, kissing you lightly on the head.

“I love you Michael Gray.” You say before getting ready for bed.

“I thought Michael was supposed to get him.” Polly says with a tone you can’t place as you angrily walk into her house.

“Yeah, he was.” You say, trying to keep your voice steady as you walk over to Teddy, your body loosening up as you pick him up.

“Is everything ok? You want a cup of tea?” Polly says motherly, but you know she’s got other thoughts swirling around in her mind, the way she’s looking at you and your protruding belly, wondering, or even better, knowing exactly where her son is while you don’t.

“Everything’s fine. Why’d you ask, you think something’s wrong?” You say a little more sternly than you’d hoped, thinking she’s hinting at your Michael’s relationship or communication or literally anything else.

“Nothing, I just know how it feels to be so far long.” She says, noting your almost 8 months pregnant now.

You turn to look at her, noticing her genuine smile on her face as she looks at you and the little boy in her arms. Emotions start to swell inside you like a thunderstorm. “Oh.” You say looking at her. You’re about to start apologizing, hoping she’s not mad at you wen there’s a knock on the door.

“Michael!” Polly says, letting him in, his face shocked to see you standing in the living room holding Teddy.

“Hi babe, what’re you doing here?” He says kissing you before taking Teddy from you.

“Uh… when you were late I just thought I’d come get him. I didn’t know how long you’d be at work.” You ramble, trying to look at Polly.

“Yeah sorry, Tommy asked for more paper work. But we’re all good, right buddy?” He says to Theodore. He thanks his mum and kisses her before you all say goodbye and walk out.

The moment your outside tears start falling down your face uncontrollably.

“Mama’s crying.” Theodore says pointing to you, making Michael turn all his attention to you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Your mother hates me!” You cry.

“No she doesn’t, what are you talking about.” He says confused, trying to comfort you at the same time. You explain how you misunderstood Polly’s questions and were mean to her and just everything, unable to stop crying.

“She wasn’t mad at you. She understands, she knows you didn’t mean it. She loves you like you’re her own daughter.” He says, your tears slowing. He looks at you and you nod, him not smiling until your smiling again.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m being stupid, it’s these fucking hormones. How can you even deal with me anymore?”

“I keep asking myself that.” He says, which makes you cry again. He can’t help but laugh, pulling you in to kiss you as Teddy’s in-between you guys. “I love you Y/N Gray.”

Your eyes flutter open slowly to see Michael sitting in a chair across the room, holding his new baby girl in his hands. You sit up slowly, watching him as he stares at his beautifully perfect little girl.

“Hi.” You croak.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here.” He says looking at you.

“It’s ok.” You say still groggily.

“No, I’m really sorry. I told Tommy I shouldn’t have gone on that job, and I missed it and I wasn’t here for you and I’m sorry.” You manage to get out of bed, his eyes watching you worriedly but you’re very capable. You walk over, sitting on the arm of the chair, leaning down to kiss him.

“It’s fine Michael. Everything’s fine; we’re fine. Polly and Ada took good care of us, right Ella?” You say, running your finger over her button nose, making her turn in her sleep.

“She’s so beautiful.” He says looking down at her and you agree. You’re sat there for a moment, taken about but your new bundle of joy when you hear Teddy’s feet pounding down the hallway.

“Daddy!” He yells when he see’s Michael, running over to you guys. You tell him to be quiet as he tries to get a new look at his baby sister. He smiles and fills the room with laughter when she wraps her little hand around his finger.

“She likes you, huh bud?” Michael says, Theodore nodding at you guys. You sit there for a moment frozen in time, looking at the amazing family you were blessed with. After a few moments, you realize what time it is.

“You hungry bud? Let’s go get breakfast.” You say, causing Teddy to run downstairs. You followed Michael to the nursery, Ella fast asleep. He reluctantly lets her go, turning to wrap you in his arms.

“I love you so much Y/N.” He says, never taking his eyes off of yours.

“I love you too.” You say, leaning to kiss him passionately.

“So when are we having another?” He asks followed my a laugh.

“In your dreams.”

Requested!! Super fluflly, I LOVE IT! Hope you like it too! Feedback! Thanks to @bonniebird for her awesome gifts XxX

[angstalottle]

The Letter

'If your reading this I must be dead. Sounds so real when I actually write it like that, it's a possibility after all. I mean this is a war. People die all the time and I guess it was my time and I'm gone. If I'm not and you guys find this then stop reading. There's some things that are just rude and you should know not to go through people's stuff. I'm talking about you Pidge. So if your still reading this... I'm dead or your an ass hole (Keith). So let's start I guess. I lance McLain being of sound mind and body write my last will and testament. To Hunk. What could I possibly leave you that could even come close to repaying all you've done for me over the years? For all those times you talked me down at the Garrison and made sure I didn't spend too much time alone with only my thoughts. I love buddy so I leave you my family. If I'm gone I need them to know what happened. I need them to know I did something with my life, that I made a difference. To Pidge you little gremlin, I leave you the tree house I built in my backyard. I know you pretend to hate outdoors, but I've seen how you love to watch the trees, figured you'd appreciate getting one of your own and being able to connect to the wifi. To Shiro. You were my hero, when I wanted to apply to Garrison everyone told me I couldn't do it. That I was too stupid or too much of a screw up to make anything of myself. Watching you on the news actually go against the odds and become the youngest graduate ever... well it kept the dream alive and got me through some pretty dark times. To you I leave my sketch book. It's filled with drawings of earth. Drawing really helped ground me when I felt too anxious to sleep, I'm sure you know what that's like. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one that actually hears you wandering the halls late at night. I hope that drawing can help you as much as it did me. To Allura... look I know I flirted with you a lot, I'm sorry for that... I know I must sounded like such an idiot and a creep. I'm sorry I wasn't a better paladin or friend. I leave you all my beauty products. That may sound like I only value your looks but I respect you so much for all you've done trying to fight this war with only the six of us as back up. I guess I'm trying to ask you to have a treat now and again, take as good a care of yourself as you do with us . To Coran, your probably one of the biggest reasons I didn't end up wallowing in self pity the whole time I was here. I don't really remember my dad. He left when I was too young to remember him. But the time I spent with you made me feel like I knew what a dad was and I love you for that. I leave you the box under my bed. I filled it with memorabilia from all the good times we all spent together. Please keep adding to it and keep having good times without me. Finally to Keith. Bet you thought I'd forgotten about you, hey Mullet? I'm not really sure what to write. We've been through so much together that I just don't have the words to tell you how I feel. I just wish I had the courage to tell you that I really care about you while I was still around. Tell you that I love you. Wow that was scary to write. But getting it out and knowing that some point in the future you'll know this is oddly liberating, like a weights been lifted off my shoulders. So yeah Mullet I love you. I love you so much that it hurts knowing that no matter what I do, I'll never be good enough for you. You deserve the best, you deserve the universe... because that's what you are to me. To you I leave you the most important thing to me. Blue. I love her dearly and I know she's gonna be sad without me, so please keep her company. She likes songs from Mama Mia and having her claws painted, I know you know will get on great. Wow I didn't expect to start crying while I wrote this. Putting it all in words is hard. It's beyond hard knowing that there's a possibility that one day I'll be gone and you'll just move on. That someone else will pilot Blue and take over as a paladin for me. I just wish that our time together would never end and I would never have to say goodbye to any of you. But despite what you guys think, I'm not an idiot. I know I'm the weakest link and that if anyone's gonna end up dying in the line the duty it will probably end up being me. I suppose that doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that you all know that your like a second family to me and that I love you all so, so much. Goodbye. -Lance xxx' ---------------------------------------- Lance put down the pen wiping his teary eyes as he read through what he had written. He had just gotten out of the healing pod after being shot in the chest by a Glara guard during a mission gone bad. Coming that close to death made him realise that he didn't want to just go without knowing the people he loved knew how much he cared about. There was a soft knocking at the door "hey Lance dinners ready" Hunk called. "Be there in a minuet." Lance replied folding the page and hiding the letter under his bed resting on top of his memory box. He opened the door and smiled at Hunk who took in his puffy red eyes and didn't hesitate to give the smaller paladin a hug. "Homesick bud?" Lance chuckled glancing back at the letter "yeah... something like that."

[holidayisland-blog]

This section is for the jury!  

BODHI

Dom: king of jury!! We talked a little bit towards the start of the game but lost that very early on. You're really fun to talk to. Keep in touch! :)

Elijah: king!!! im super sorry about your eviction i did keep you twice while you were up on the block and i had nothing to do with your eviction whatsoever!!! although you nehe and akio were all close while both you and akito were still in the game!! (shoutout to nehe for keeping yalls legacy going whew!!) Overall i do in fact love playing orgs with you as well and hope you can understand that due to ugly circumstances you were brutally evicted after already being on the block the previous week if im correct. Youre super iconic and hope you know that i am a stan!

Elsa: Booodhii!!! One of my favourite people to talk to in this game. You were one of my closest allies at the start of the game. It really sucks that you were pulled into the whole Owen targeting Akito’s alliance mess, and I feel like we could have gone really far together if you’d survived that. Much love ♥♥

Nehemiah: Dude Idk why everyone is so scared of you or just don't like you like mand you are similar on so many levels. I mean i kept getting targeted this season for trying to save you so yeah.

AKITO

Dom: king of comps!! You were such a big threat at the start of the game so I had to make sure you left. You're such a sweet person to talk to and I'm sorry we weren't closer.

Elijah: oh akito, i am super sorry to admit this but i had plenty to do woth your eviction the first time. I managed to campaign to others and manipulated individuals in this game to make sure you walked out that door that first week. Overall i wanted us to stick together throughout this game bc you were a strong competitor and needed you on my side, but as soon as i saw how much of a comp threat you were i had to get rid of you asap. Then my opportunity arrived when you were on the block against Bodhi and you left by a slim 1 vote more than Bodhi had. I knew yall were close (sorry to assumt lol) and i knew bodhi and i had played together in a recent org which i cannot remember lolz. Akito you wete the strongest out of all of us and you showed that the first few weeks of the game by winning 2 out of the 3 HOHs in the beginning weeks! if you were here in my spot there would be no doubt that youd be winning this game by a landslide and im glad i prevented what could have been one of the biggest threats GleeBB/survivor has ever seen! i hope you can understand that this was nothing but a game move for myself and under these circumstances i understand if you do not vote for me in the finals for having a major impact on your eviction but i hope you can see it from a game perspective and know that you are truly an amazing player!

Elsa: Akito LOL. Contrary to what most people thought, I didn’t really have a grudge against you after you nominated me two times. We hadn’t really talked before then, and you were right, I wasn’t as active as I could have been in the house chat. That being said, it really did suck!!! Lol. I’m still thankful that you came and talked to me afterwards though, and I felt that your apology and desire to work with me after all that was genuine, at least I hope it was. Like with Bodhi, I’m sorry you were targeted for being a comp threat and not allying the right people. I think you’re a great person to play with, and I hope, despite everything that happened in this game, we can play together again!! Xxx だいじょうぶです。

Nehemiah:  I also have been targeted a lot for also trying to save your ass akito. You were something else but you made the game one hundo percent fun

IAN

Dom:  I really don't remember having a strong connection to you in the game. You were the king of POV competitions tho!! 

Elijah: Hi Ian! So throughout this game while you were here i understand that we may not have been close so per say but keeping you around for as long as i did helped me advance myself further in the game than i thought i would get. You were good to keep in my back pocket in case i ever needed a vote or something along the lines of that. From my point of view, you were a sly and very smart player when you were in the house. You managed to get yourself off the block by winning comps but also you were very under the radar. I never once thought about coming after you, and i dont think anyone else was either due to you hiding in the shadows until you had to save yourself (which i believe is a very smart move and very respectable gameplay as well). I did keep you when you were up against Nehe and he knows that bc i throughly planned on maintaining an honest as possible game and have been honest whenever someone asked me anything! i hope you see that your eviction was just a flip of unfortunate circumstances! hope all is well with you <3

Elsa: Ian!! Lol. Block buddies. I remember you winning POV one week that I was nommed, and then not using it on me. Tragic!! Hehe, but you had your reasons for doing so. Uhh, you were another person I wanted to work with because I felt we were the underdogs in the game. Sadly, things didn’t really pan out the way I wish they could have, and I ended up forging closer alliances with different people in the game. Either way, it was fun playing together, and I hope you’re doing well xx

Nehemiah: It was me or you and I'm glad I stayed but you definitely were nice to talk to when we did talk

ALEX

Dom: We had a couple of interactions throughout the game. I thought you were very sweet and easy to talk to. Sorry that we didn't click more in the game :(

Elijah: Alex i miss you so much!! you have no idea how much it pains me to see you sitting in that jury house icon.. you and i became somewhat allies i believe in the pre jury phase of the game or the begin of it (sorry i cant remember lol) and i never wanted you to leave this house :( i think i was the only vote to keep you when you were evicted if im not mistaken? i really hope you are doing well outside of the game and just know that your eviction was not a surprise bc everyone told me they were evicting you but i refused to go back on my word about keeping my ally safe! love love hun <3

Elsa: Hi Alex! I think we talked a few times, but you weren’t as active around the week you got evicted/eliminated. It’s definitely a shame, but hopefully if we play together in a future game, things could be different.

Nehemiah:  I wished we talked a bit more honestly but rumor has it you were in Nehe's rejects so yeah idt you like me.

OWEN

Dom: My number one ally in the game. Coming into this game after Redemption, I knew that we would be two HUGE power players throughout the majority of the game. I immediately wanted to work with you. You're such a good player and I am so sorry you left on my HOH. I feel so guilty. I hope I'm doing you proud YOU'RE SO AMAZING!!

Elijah: owen!!! im super sorry about your eviction. Although we were never close in the duration of this game, we had that iconic alliance called “Nehemiahs Rejects” whenever Akito/Nehe(Bodhi??? maybe???) was after daniel and you. You were such a loveable player and thats why i feel like i had to get votes to evict you. If you didnt leave the week you did, im pretty sure youd stand an amazing chance at taking the win this game. Week after week went by and i wanted you to leave earlier than you did but i also managed to get ppl to keep you around longer due to you also being somewhat of a shield for me. Whenever ppl wanted to target you i said otherwise for a few weeks bc i knew over time ppl would make sure my dirty work was taken care of when the time was right. You leaving that week set myself upto get to this point in the game. I flew under the radar , mainly everyones radar until last week when i was also voted out 2 tribal councils ago. I needed you to stay up until you did to ensure making it as far in the game as possible! i really hope you can see this as a game move and nothing personal whatsoever and i really hope all is well with you and yoir theatre stuff outside irl!! <3

Elsa: Owen!! It was really fun working together in the start, and I really am sorry that we couldn’t continue that working relationship towards the end. I do want to say that everything you told me the night you were evicted, I did listen to. I didn’t ignore what you said, and really did spend the night before thinking things through. Ultimately, I decided evicting you was in my best interest, but I’m really glad you made an effort to talk to me though. Hopefully we can play together again and maintain our alliance ♥

Nehemiah: Owen my #1 ride or die. I mean i'm sure you had other ride or dies but I kept trying to give you the benfit of the doubt for all the shady things you were doing behind my back. I do miss you tho. You are my org father with Trevor.

ROXY

Dom: ROXY!!!! QUEEN!!!!!! I'M SO SORRY! I thought we were both going to make it through that week. I adore you so much. You crack me up every time we talk. Keep being you <3

Elijah: a fallen queen.. you were one of the very few ppl in this game that i could truly say lasted longer than i thought you were going to. Week after week ,eviction after eviction, tribal council after tribal council i knew youd be one of the few i could take far in the game. I love everything about you and youre super sweet and caring, but keeping you around until the end just didnt feel too right in my eyes. Yes although i trusted you and knew your game moves bc you were open with me about them, that lead up to me knowing when you needed to be cut off. You asked me when you were on the block if i was going to keep you and i said most likely, and then i tried to send a heartfelt message about why i was keeping Nehe over you but it didnt send in time bc no internet that day! i just didnt want you to think that i was lying to you bc as previously stated i maintain a strong honest game whenevr it comes to this glee season. I hope you can understand that i tried keeping you safe as long as possible in this game but when you saved dom that one week i knew it was time to let you leave bc your loyalties lied with him over me on account of you saving him over yourself!!! i- was shook. I love you so much and hope youre doing amazing outside of the game!!! <3

Elsa: Roxy!! ♥ Hngh, I’m also sorry I evicted you. You were on the block against someone I couldn’t vote out, because they had worked with me more than you had. But anyway, thank you for being a source of joy and randomness in the tribe/house chat. It was a fab experience getting to play with you again after our last EM game, hehe. Love u lots xx

Nehemiah: Roxy I think this season we played together then In Bouvet island so I'm glad to have gotten to known you better as well as play with you.

DANIEL

Dom: Daniel!! You're such a good competitor in this game. I loved having to compete against you week after week after week... well you get it. I hope everything is going well with you!

Elijah: KING DANIEL!!!! it was super sad to see you go when you did.. you lasted so much longer than i expected due to various ppl targeting you so many times in this game. I kept you week after week you were nominated also using you as a shield for myself the duration you were in this game. You were a very close friend of mine and even a close ally but your true loyalties lied with Jenna as you two were a duo that had to be broken up no matter what anyone says. I only tried my hardest to get you out of the this game bc you were winning if you were in the finals and idc what anyone else says you are the true winner of this season of BB/Survivor Glee!!! i love you so much daniel and i know you can see it in a game perspective that you needed to be gone if anyone stood a chance of winning this game! i cant wait til i can travel the world one day and eventually go to Ireland and we can get drunkies! love love love you king hope youre doing awesome in jury  and outside of the house!!

Elsa: Daniel ): Yeah, I’m really sorry I had to eliminate you. Between you and Elijah, I had to think about the future of the game, and what my odds were getting to the end and winning if I kept you in. I really did love our alliance though, and I genuinely wish I thought there was a chance it could continue to exist AND not implode not long after. Ultimately, if I was on the block instead of you, I also wouldn’t have blamed you for eliminating me either. Anyway, it was fun playing with you and having a fellow partner living in UTC +0; hope you’re doing well!!! ♥

Nehemiah: Honestly Daniel you started off the game so irrelevant to me and when i started paying you attention i actually liked you till you came for my edges then i came for yours then we worked together. You are a true definition of iconic.

JENNA

Dom: Jenna oh my god we had a rollercoaster of a relationship in this game. I think you're such an iconic person. Your personality just lights up the room. I'm a shitty person to play with but I hope you understand. Love you <3

Elijah: mom!!! i love playing orgs with you even tho i know youre going to turn on me eventually rip! Since BBPokemonHoenn weve been friends and i really love you as a person but as a game player i knew you had to go and you stayed way longer than i had planned for. You won yourself back into the game and managed to get yourself further than your last placement so congrats!! As you came back into the game you were targetted back i managed to keep you safe various weeks whenever someone wanted to target you . I just really know deep inmy heart i wanted to keep you around bc you were funny and crackdt like JAWSH, but in a game point of view i kmew keeping you around wouldnt be good for my game personally. You are a strong player, strong competitor, and very smart and got yourself really fucking far in the game and im super proud to be able to call you my friend and somewhat? ally? in this game even tho i knew you were turning on me eventually and after i had gotten word that you were going to target me after daniel was gone was shookning and i didnt want you to stick around after that. i hope you can understand that i needed you gone bc i didnt want to risk my own game! love love love you mucho mamas and i cannot wait until we play another game together!! <3

Elsa: Jennaaaaaaaa ): Honestly. If I didn’t have to board a plane right after voting, I’d have probably convinced you to reconsider Dom having an idol. We should have been more careful…. And it really sucks that you had to be the casualty of us assuming he wouldn’t have one. It could have easily been me. Ahhhhhhhhhh. I miss you lots, the house chat is hella quiet without you. ♥♥♥

Nehemiah: Jenn bo bana I mean force to be reckon with. First game I played with you. Best game i played with you :p I know we didnt have amazing track record in this game but you made this season what it was.