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evertidings · 10 months

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How would the ROs react to knowing there is one bed in the room their in and MC is like “You should take the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor/couch” even if they know MC haven’t been getting the best sleep in a while

i haven’t done a scenario ask in a hot minute whew. the rest of the ros are under the cut !

A: “there’s no way i’m letting you take the couch,” [A] deadpans.

“rock paper scissors?”

they shake their head. “absolutely not. you haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in ages now. i can handle the couch for one night.”

“but-”

“no buts. you don’t want to be dead on your feet tomorrow, do you?” [A] grabs their things and plops them on the couch. they sit down on one of the cushions, testing it out. not bad, though definitely not as comfy as the bed. they’re quite picky about their mattresses, but this is one sacrifice they’ll take.

you watch them quietly. “the bed is big enough to fit both of us if you want. it looks like a queen size.”

[A] nearly chokes. they turn away, pretending to busy themself by finding something to hide their burning cheeks. they’re not sure if the pink tint is visible, but they don’t want to take any chances.

“i’m good. don’t worry about me.”

the suggestion alone is going to keep them up all night.

Blane: “you can take the bed. i’ll take the couch.”

Blane is too busy staring at the singular bed in the room to process your words, only doing so a couple of seconds later. they note you crossing the room to place your stuff on the couch and in four long strides, surpass you to put their bag there instead.

you stare at them. “what are you—”

“take the bed,” Blane says. “you’ve been acting weird for the past couple of days, you could use the rest. don’t fight me on this.”

“but—”

“but what? my bag is already here.” Blane moves it for emphasis, trying to ignore the pure shock on your face. they swallow, pushing through. “i’ll be okay, [surname], just— don’t be so stubborn for once, please.”

the last word seems to tide you over. “okay. just one night.”

Blane barely holds themself back from taking a breath of relief. the idea of taking the bed while you took the couch doesn’t sit well with them. that was part of the reason they were so insistent: the other? they would have combusted if you suggested you both share the queen sized bed. aversion to touch aside, it would have killed them to be so close to you.

N: “huh, there’s only—”

“i can take the couch,” N interrupts. they flash a smile before placing their bag down, claiming the spot before you can protest. “i have a sofa-bed in my apartment that i’ve slept on dozens of times. can’t be too different.”

“it can be,” you deadpan, staring them down with reluctance. “you shouldn’t have to get used to couches, N. you have the bed, i honestly don’t mind.”

“ah, but i mind that you haven’t been getting enough sleep lately.” N knows they hit the jackpot when you look away guiltily. “don’t worry about me. thank me by getting some rest.”

“but—”

N covers their ears. “can’t hear you.” they sit down on the couch, hiding their distaste for the firm cushions. definitely not as good as their sofa-bed but they don’t feel comfortable giving you the couch.

you open your mouth to say something else, but close it again. good. that means they’ve won. and you didn’t suggest sharing the bed either. lord knows N wouldn’t have had the strength to upright refuse if you had asked.

K: “take the bed. i’m not going to repeat myself.” K doesn’t leave any room for argument, staring you down like they’ll throttle you if you so much as breathe in the direction of the couch sitting nearby.

“but—”

“didn’t i say i wasn’t going to repeat myself?” K asks, eyes narrowing. “take the bed. it’s too soft for my liking anyway, i prefer something with a firmer cushion.”

it’s so clearly a lie, but K doesn’t let down their poker face, hoping that you’ll buy it.

“okay well, the bed is big enough to share if you want?” you suggest.

for a moment, K’s expression is all surprise. their walls shatter as their eyes go wide, lips shaped into an ‘o’. but just as fast as it comes, it also goes, facial features rearranging into indifference again. fuck.

“how have you made me repeat something i said i wouldn’t repeat twice now?” they grumble. they stalk over to the couch in response, hiding their face. they may not be someone who blushes easily, but god, they hate how fond their voice sounds. even with the rough edge, it’s clear your sentence affected them. fuck. again.

Rylan: “ah the one bed situation huh? well, the floor can’t be any worse than sleeping on asphalt—“

“take the bed,” you interrupt. Rylan’s eyes widen at that, a mixture of surprise at being cut off and the sentence itself. “honestly the couch seems comfy.”

“you’re joking.”

“i’m not.”

Rylan bites their tongue. normally, they’d make a joke about sharing the bed, but for some reason they’ve gone all shy. they shake their head and head over to the couch, sitting on it before you can protest. “nah, don’t sweat it, hunter. i’m not the one who needs the beauty rest here.”

“you—”

“am practically nocturnal. i’ll be fine, your highness.” Rylan grins at your scowl. but though they flirt, it’s them that is praying that the slight blush on their cheeks isn’t visible.

#ask:scenario #drabbles #hehe

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domesticcaboose · 2 years

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“Hey, it’s Bradley”

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Gn Reader

TW: Cursing, like a lot of cursing

A/N: it’s my first time actually posting my writing on here so pls be nice! Also, feel free to mention anything we need to fix grammatically. Proofreader and coauthor is @lunamoon1744

“Hey, uh, it's Ro-Bradley. It's Bradley. Fuck it’s probably late where you’re at. Sorry, I just, fuck, look, I’m sorry. So fucking sorry. I loved you, love you, still love you and I know this is a shitty way to go about it but there’s a mission and I don’t know whether I'm going to make it back, but I was back at Top Gun for a few weeks, and God, all I could think about was us, you, and how much I love you and how much I fucked you over and I’m sorry. God I'm so fucking sorry an’ I’m not asking you to forgive me but I can't die without apologizing, without letting you know that leaving you was the worst decision of my life and if I could go back I’d-, fuck I’m running out of time, I just, I love you so fucking much and I, I gotta go, fuck, I’m sorry, I love you.”

Bradley Bradshaw. Rooster. God, you loved him, and he had broken your heart. It’d been a few years since the breakup, and honestly you're surprised he still knows your number. Lord knows you had to look back into your contacts to figure out whether he called you through his phone, or someone else's. It was probably the ship's phone, seeing as you still had his cell number in your contacts.

It probably doesn't matter by now. If he went on the mission right after he called you, that would have been 15 hours, 48 minutes, and approximately 56 seconds ago. You begin pacing back and forth across the house. If he was going to die, he’d already be dead, and if he was going to live, he’d already be back on the carrier. Plus, there was no guarantee he was even going back to Top Gun, he could be going straight to his next assignment. You stop dead in your tracks. He could be dead.

Then again, that was the problem wasn't it? It didn't really matter, you would go to the ends of the Earth if he had asked you to, if he had so much as implied that he needed or wanted you to. Maybe that's why you had already finished packing, bag already by the door, heart already knowing what your head was trying to figure out.

Leaning over the kitchen island, you pull out your laptop and start looking for any possible flights to anywhere even remotely close to San Diego and Top Gun. A few hours that pass over your nerves like shitty tap dancers, about 50 tabs, and a coffee or three later you finally come across a flight. It's expensive, significantly more than you would ever pay normally, and through an airline you've never used before. It's also leaving in an hour from an airport 49 minutes away. Taking a deep breath, you say fuck it and start typing your credit card numbers in, because you are tired and desperate and you just need to be there in case he did come back.

God, you hope he's alive.

It was a seven and a half hour flight and a two hour drive, having booked the first flight you found to anywhere close by. You had a bit of a drive to get to Top Gun, but you honestly can’t remember much of your trip. How can you? For all you know, you're doing all of this for a funeral that you're not even sure you would be invited to.

You're not completely sure how you ended up in front of the Hard Deck. Well, that's a lie. You know damn well why you stopped here before trying to find a hotel. It's an aviator's bar. It's where the aviators go after work. You’d been here with him the first time around. When you were dating. When you thought you were going to marry him.

It's stupid, and emotional, and childish to stop. It’s been a little less than two days since he made the phone call, and if he is alive he'd still be on the ship, or in a hospital somewhere. That didn't stop you from walking in, from looking around, from ordering a drink, from sitting down and waiting on some distant hope that he'd pop through the door. You haven't actually figured out what you're going to do when you see him again. But fuck if that didn't mean you still wanted to see him.

It was another three days of watching and waiting, of sitting at the bar with Penny, of wondering whether or not the last actual conversation you will ever have with the love of your life was when you broke up, when he told you he never loved you.

It's your fifth day in San Diego, when you see his Bronco in the Hard Deck parking lot. You know that fucking car anywhere and you know for a fact that if it was here then Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw was alive. Which means he could have damn well called you and informed you of such!

Taking a deep breath, as to not preemptively jump to conclusions, and to not kill the first person that looks at you wrong, you hurry up and force your way through the Hard Deck’s doors, making a scan for tall, brunette, and mustached.

It's not hard to find him. He is standing by a handful of other pilots and Penny. She's under who you assume is the pilot named Pete’s arm, looking very amused by your entrance. Bradshaw, on the other hand, is laughing lazily with his friends, like you hadn't thought he might be dead for the better part of the week.

“BRADLEY FUCKING BRADSHAW!”

The sound of pool balls clinking stops almost immediately, and you hear whispers arising from some of the pilots scattered around the bar. The man of the week looks in your direction, and while his eyes light up, his face falls as you start marching across the floor towards him. “...y/n?”

You feel multiple eyes on you as you stomp across the bar, and out of the corner of your eye you can also see a few heads turn. “What in the ever loving fuck is wrong with you? The fuck was that phone call?” You come to a stop right in front of him, jabbing your finger into his chest. “Have you been landing too hard it’s starting to fuck with your head?” there's a snort on your right, coming from some Ken-doll-looking motherfucker. “Because that shit-”

“Y/n?”

“Is not okay! At all! You don't call someone, and tell them you love them, and that your sorry, and then just fucking disappear! Honestly! Give me one good fucking reason I shouldn't hit you upside your head, I swear to god-”

He interrupts you by pulling you into a tight hug and holding you against him, and you use every ounce of self control to not hug him back. He leans slightly back, looking into your eyes, and opening his mouth to speak.

“You came?” …you came? YOU CAME? What in the ever loving fuck did he think you were going to do after he called, go to brunch and have some fucking mimosas? Chill at the beach? Not lose your absolute goddamn mind?

“OF COURSE I FUCKING CAME!” You struggle in his arms before giving up and grabbing his shoulders in order to pull him down a bit so your eye level. “We may not have left on the best of terms, but I still fucking love you! Honestly, you could have called me at any point and I would have shown up because that's what you do when you love someone! And maybe that wouldn’t be my best discission but, fuck, I've never had a doubt that you would-”

“You still love me?” Maybe it was the way he said it, sounding like he was going to cry, or the way he looked like he was in complete shock over the fact that you still love him, even though he’s the one who walked away, but it makes your anger fade from the loud and explosive kind to the tired and worried one.

“Jesus fucking son of a fuck I swear to-” deep breaths, homicide is illegal and there’s witnesses, lots of witnesses, because almost everyone in the bar has turned to stare, nosey fucks. “-Yes. I love you, I loved you when we were dating, I loved you when we broke up, and I love you now, but, if you say one. More. Stupid. Fucking. Thing. I'm going to drown you in the ocean-” and it's true. You do love him. But it's also true that if he doesn't stop interrupting you, you are going to try and throw him in the ocean. It wouldn't work, you've tried it before, but it would make you feel better.

He smiles like a dumbass, eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree. He puts his hand on your cheek, leaning down and pressing your foreheads together. “I love you too.”

“Yeah, I’m aware, but I swear to god if you interupt me one more fucking time-” which, he of course decides to do by kissing you. Which, not to say that you are complaining, but it's hard to stay mad when he's kissing you like it's all he's ever thought about. Putting both of your hands on his chest, you lightly push him away. “-we’re not in a movie. Kissing me’s not gonna get me to shut up-”

“What if I kiss you multiple times?” And isn't that a tempting offer? But, as much as you love him, that phone call was the worst possible way of getting in contact with you again.

You narrow your eyes, the corners of your mouth twitching ever so slightly up. “You can kiss me everyday for the rest of our lives, but it’s still not gonna stop me from thinking you're an idiot and calling you on it.”

“Promise?”

You can't help but to shake your head and smile. “Goddammit Bradley, I'm trying to be mad at you, you inconsiderate asshole. Yes, yes I promise, for as long as your dumbass wants to keep me-”

“Forever then.” And there it was, that stupid fucking smile that you loved. The one that made you stop yelling, at least for the moment, because he was alive, and he loved you, and he wasn't going to walk away this time. Sighing as you lean into him, the exhaustion of the week finally starts to catch up with you, but at least you know that he's safe.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw fic #gn reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #top gun #topgun maverick #top gun fanfiction #top gun fandom #top gun fic #rooster top gun #rooster x y/n

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riptideripley · 15 days

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Chapter Seven of Addicted.

word count:823

Cody finally fucking did it. He beat Roman Reigns for the Undisputed WWE Championship. He was surrounded by love from everyone, Rhea even running to hug him when the cameras went off.

Roman on the other hand felt like his world was crumbling. Watching Seth go out there and attempt to even help Cody broke him, which caused him to hit Seth with the chair. He didn’t want to but god he was pissed and didn’t know how to handle his emotions. Giving Paul a long hug after he walked up the ramp, Roman headed off to his locker room.

“Get out.” Roman told Solo and Jimmy sternly, who had already showed up after the match ended. They could tell someone was completely off and silently left, flinching as the door shut and items were thrown.

Romans world was crashing down right before him and he couldn’t even do anything about it. His title was taken from him and Seth betrayed his promise. Suddenly a knock was on his door, making him slowly walk over and open it.

“Ro..”

“I don’t want to hear it Seth.”

“Ro please-” Seth was cut off as he was shoved and the door was shut in his face, Rhea catching the whole thing. She walked over to Seth and gently caressed his shoulder, the tears breaking from his eyes almost instantly.

He knew he made a promise, he just didn’t know the consequences. He promised Roman he wouldn’t show up, yet he did. And he used the one thing Roman hated against him, the shield.

“Seth..look I heard the whole thing, I promise it’ll be fi-”

“It won’t be fine. I made a promise to him and..I broke it” he confessed through tears, bringing his knees to his chest. He suddenly froze when he heard a loud bang from inside Romans locker room.

Jumping quick to his feet, he ran to the door and banged on it. Rhea followed behind him, attempting to get the door open. Nobody knows what the noise could’ve been and lord they didn’t want to know. Jey heard the commotion and rushed over, banging on the door.

“UCE! OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR” he choked out, getting slightly frustrated and emotional. Finally Damian ran over with some pliers, prying the door open.

Seth’s heart sank, seeing Roman so emotionally distraught on the floor. He was a crying mess, things all over the room as he sat there bawling. After everything he worked for and built.. it was taken from him in a split second. Rhea was the first person to walk over to him, checking his figure for any cuts or bruises.

“Ro..c'mon let’s get you to the room ok?” Rhea spoke softly, reaching to grab his phone. She saw 15 missed calls from none other than Jon Moxley. Rhea didn’t say anything as she stood up, grabbing Roman’s hand to help him stand. Roman stood there quietly as he held onto Rhea, limping his way out of the locker room.

. . . .

“Roman I understand that but please.. You have to talk to him at some point” Rhea told Roman, patching up a small cut on his leg caused by him throwing glass at the wall. “I know Rhea..i..it really hurt me” Roman stammered out through tears starting to form. Rhea shushed him and gently wiped his eyes which made him smile.

He sighed and leaned back against the pillows, feeling himself grow tired. Rhea pressed a soft kiss on Romans forehead, “Get some rest Ro. Call Mox in the morning and please talk to Seth. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Rhea told him as she stood up off the bed, smiling at him one last time before walking out his door.

Reality finally set in for Roman. He was alone. No Seth, no Jey, hell not even Dean. He lost his title and lost himself in the process, but he was happy for Cody deep down. He rolled over and grabbed his phone, deciding to call Dean. He answered almost immediately, just wanting to hear Roman’s voice.

“Hey RoRo you ok man? Look I saw the whole thing and -“

“It’s fine..Dede it’s really fine.” there was a small pause.

“Dean..please just tell me I still have you.”

This broke Dean. Completely shattered his heart. Roman felt so alone in this moment and all he needed was him.

“Yes Ro..you still have me and always will.” he spoke, trying not to break down into tears. Roman smiled to himself hearing these words, he just wanted to hug him.

“Look um.. whenever you’re free, can we go out? Like a date?” Roman asked, relaxing against the covers of the bed.

“Of course Ro, I’ll text you” Dean responded. It was like Roman could hear him smiling.

They continued a small conversation before Roman hung up, turning to his side to switch the light off. It’ll all get better.

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #judgement day #wrestling #damien priest #finn balor #jey uso #the bloodline #roman reigns #wwe angst #jon moxley

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thesamoanqueen · 2 years

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The Wrong Stop

Ratings: 18+

Warnings: Hint of Public sex; smut; Touching; Errors like always, im sorry…

A/N: I hope this fic is better than the first one, I tried and I was inspired by the Roman/Chair combination, y’know. I'm trying to insert a continuous female character even if it's one-shot and… nothing. That's all, im blabbing and a kneeling Roman is enough for a lifetime. Bye!

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A voice in his head was yelling at him to stop and take her back to her room. It was a matter of a few meters, they just had to cross the empty hallway and open a door. The keycard was in the bag, they didn't have to wait for anyone. He was still in time, it was easy. It was easy and he wasn't succeeding.

Because however much that voice screamed, Y/N's heavy breathing would distract him from anything. That and her legs that seemed to go on forever.

Her skin was soft under his fingers, naturally a caramel color that glowed by itself even under the anonymous spotlights in the hall and God, she smelled good and he felt intoxicated.

He had to get up, accompany her and then go back to his room to indulge in some well-deserved rest until the next day. The match had pushed him almost to the limit, the evening in company had already been more than he could handle after a long week of work around the state, and yet there he was. Kneeling between her legs, running his rough fingers over her, more and more over, imagining to have them around his hips.

-Ro... - He heard her murmur, close, too close.

A shiver made her tremble for a second as he slipped his fingers past her calves, feeling the texture of her dangerously bare thighs. Her silver dress was too short and it seemed painted on her with the intention of exterminating every man on earth. He traced more, reaching the edge and looked as he raised it carefully.

He had to stop. There was still time, perhaps… his hands had already slipped past the folds. The fabric was thin, barely perceptible and in hearing a new tremor from Y/N, Roman wanted to destroy it like nothing else in the world. Her body was warm, soft and his mind suddenly stopped, catching a glimpse of dark lingerie and feeling her thin fingers caressing his jaw to stop between the locks on his neck, maybe with the intention of holding him closer. She did it often when they were together.

Lord have mercy, he growled to himself as he met her eyes, the things he wanted to do to her...

He pulled her by the hips, pushing her to the edge of the chair and felt her soften at that gesture like wax, even though her gaze was still steady, steadfast despite the alcohol and tiredness, looking at him without really knowing the effect it had on him. Maybe ... or maybe it was the other way, cause she was always two steps ahead of anyone and Roman could never understand how much she let go with him instead. But it didn't matter, he just wanted to bury his face in her neck and have her cling to him, he thought when saw her bending over him. Her hair slipped along her shoulder, subtly tickling the fabric of the pants and her gaze went beyond Roman to tinker with her heels that had forced her to stop.

A foot. Then the other. In the end, to keep them in her only free hand and remain barefoot, while he watched her almost hypnotized by that ritual without the intention of moving from there or taking his hands off her.

How did they get to that just by crossing a hallway? it had to be just a stop, not an excuse to touch themself.

- I was supposed to wear a couple of mine... Bad idea, the last of a loong list t’night I'm afraid. - she mumbled with her voice heated by alcohol, giving him a weary smile.

She seemed so innocent, she was driving him crazy.

- I saw you running and kicking ass with heels, you can do it.

- I can do this and a lot of things. But thanks.

Not so innocent.

- Everytime, babe.

It was a bad idea to be there, when he should have rested and she should have recovered. It had been spending the evening stuck together, with her throwing down cocktails and beers as if she wanted to faint at all costs and he, who couldn't concentrate on anything else but her. It was her nails scratching his neck to which she seemed to anchor despite her sitting and his fingertips drawing circles on the bare skin. He had to let go of her, get some air and leave her inside the room, after all they were friends, but truth was that he didn't want to. He had reached his limit and something in the way she looked at him, was telling him not to be the only one to think so.

They both had to rest, the voice in his head kept screaming, but the doubt was there now and more she looked at him, more the heat in his body increased. And it could have been the hunger with which he was holding her against him or the unreasonable amount of alcohol she had drunk. Maybe she didn't want to be alone, sometimes it happened to her too and it was not a good sign... but Roman stopped asking questions the instant she bit her plump lip.

He took her by the waist, almost pulling her into his lap and grabbed the back of her neck, seeing her arch to give him space.

The way her body responded each time he touched her was just an invitation to continue and be more hungry.

He kissed the hollow of her neck and her perfume hit him inclement, as well as the moan she released, making him lose even the little bit of reason left. One of her beautiful legs rubbed his side, inviting him to bury himself in the heat she gave off and his grip became needy. He bit and sucked starving her soft skin, descending to her collarbone with the intention of devouring her and leaving his mark on her. And he was ready to do that, along with many other things, if the sound of a door closing didn't distract him from carrying her into his arms. He glanced over her shoulder, seeing a figure turn and bang against the door she had just left.

Perfect… a commentator was what he needed.

- Meg! I was coming to give you your shoes back. - called her Y/N and as if nothing had really happened, nonchalantly moving a lock, Roman felt her move away from his grip to approach the blonde.

He stood up too, discreetly arranging the bulge in his pants to follow her, while she went against the other, barefoot and with hair swinging on her back. Megan said something, a comment like any other to which Roman paid the same attention that he paid to whoever was beyond the door, opened again and where she disappeared as she had arrived. His hand reached Y/N’s side again and pulled her back, seeing her turn around with the same gaze and shortness of breath as she had just before.

He knew what she was doing and the voice of reason in his mind thanked her for trying to save both of them. A hotel hallway full of colleagues wasn't the right place, but his newfound control didn't stop him from bringing her closer to inspire once more and feel her flex against his chest.

- Thanks for bringing me back.

- Go to sleep. – he intimated in a low voice, rubbing his lips against her ear.

It was supposed to be a thoughtful advice, but it sounded more like an order.

- Yes, Daddy ... - she murmured, pressing against his chest and Roman tightened the grip.

- Good girl. - he growled, feeling her ass grinding on him for a moment, almost by accident.

- G'night. - she greeted him with a grin, throwing one last look before disappearing over the threshold.

Alone and no longer with her breath to distract him from the silence of the hotel, Roman ran a hand along his beard, tasting the flavor she had left on his mouth. The things he would do to her...

#roman reigns #wwe #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns smut #roman reigns fanfiction #daddy roman #roman reigns x y/n

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lulutaylorsimaginarium · 8 months

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THE CHAIN

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

PART ONE - PART TWO

PART THREE

Suddenly someone clapped in her ear rocking her out of sleep and out of the passenger seat as she heard him snicker. Gabby stared at him before taking a deep breath

“Was that necessary?”

“I was just checking you weren’t dead. I’ve never known anyone who could sleep almost thirty hours straight”

“I’m jet lagged, Garcia”

“Oh I’m sorry Ms ‘The Hague’ ”

“Where are we?”

“Bolivia”

“Why are we going around?”

“The scenic root?”

“Isn’t that insult to injury”

“Also it wouldn’t be expected” he said jumping back out of the car “Your rendezvous with your boyfriend is going to have to wait a little longer”

“He’s not my boyfriend. We’re not twelve”

“What is he? Your co-worker. Your lover?”

“You’re very interested today”

She was actually happy about it. The longer she could keep Seb out of this thing, the better. She didn’t want him involved at all. If she led Rojas to Seb and the worst happens. Gabby would never forgive herself.

She opened the car door and hopped out walking over and standing next to Benny before he handed her a bottle of water.

She didn’t know how thirsty she was until she started drinking.

“What’s the plan?”

“We’re saying with the vans and you and Pope are going into La Paz for supplies”

“What?”

“Since you’re so rested and all” Pope smiled

“Maybe you’re the one that should stay and get some sleep since you’re such a grumpy bum today”

“That’s what happens when you’ve been driving for thirty hours, Babe”

“Frankie’s been driving for thirty hours and he’s not a prick”

Any worry or tension that Frankie may have had about Gabby being mad at him disappeared instantly.

“We can’t all be Saint Frankie. Come on, let’s go”

“We’re walking?”

“It’s only a mile”

She stared at him in shock and suddenly felt tired again.

“Get road trip food” Benny called out to her as she started walking

“No”

“Flamin Hot Cheetos!”

She couldn’t help but laugh. On the run with millions of dollars and the guy wants Cheetos. There was a sweet innocence there. That or vast amounts of stupidity.

They walked that mile in silence, the first half was tense but the last half mile was peaceful. She stayed a step behind him, maybe a few steps behind. She was sure Santiago had been in worse situations then this.

Who was Gabby kidding?

She had been in worse situations then this but she didn’t know her way through it, and he probably did. As much as she hated to admit it. Gabby needed to follow his lead.

They headed to a small corner store she headed for the snacks and Santiago went for practicality.

She was out of the store by the time he was finished. He panicked for a second before he spotted her standing in front of a store window looking at a lavender dress. It wasn’t like it had flowers on it or anything but it was far more feminine then he had seen Gabby be.

“It’s a bit” he started

“A bit what?”

“Girly”

To his surprise Gabby laughed and shook her head

“I do get girly on occasion, Santiago” she chuckled before strolling off slowly “I promise”

He watched her for a few seconds before following. She stopped in front of a drug store and pointed

“We have stuff, Gabs”

“Band-Aids. Sinus medication. Ibuprofen. Do you really wanna be running from bad guys with a head full of snot or sore back” she smiled and looked at his legs and back up to his face “Or knees”

Santiago narrowed his eyes playfully at her

“I hate it when you’re right”

“Get used to it”

He stayed outside and kept an eye on her but also on the street too. He didn’t think that Rojas was on to them, but he wasn’t going to let his guard down until they were free and clear

That was going to be a long time.

She stepped out of the pharmacy and went to walk farther down the street before he grabbed her elbow and pulled her in the direction of the vans

“We need to get back”

“We don’t have enough”

“Do you really want to carry anymore back all that way”

“Okay, good point but can we just stay a little longer. Get something to eat that’s not freeze dried. Get a cup of coffee?”

“We have coffee”

“That’s not coffee. That’s swill”

“Wow, I didn’t know you were such a coffee snob”

“Come on. Half an hour of stillness will do you some good. Watch the world go by. Get out of our own heads”

“One coffee?”

“A single one”

“For the woman who slept for thirty hours?”

“Ugh, this again?”

“No. It’s actually impressive considering your head was on a shaking window”

“I’ve slept in worse places. Trust me”

“One coffee?”

“Yes”

“Would seem to be a good cover story if people ask”

“We’re just a couple of tourists” she chuckled “See, I’m smart sometimes”

She playfully twirled once before walking ahead down the cobblestone street.

“Ain’t no doubt about that” Santiago muttered to himself as he kept an eye on her.

He shook his head and mentally slapped himself

He had a job to do.

Her hair seemed more red in the sunlight.The sun was working its magic. Gabby had no clue she was under such scrutiny. She would have been uncomfortable if she had. She wasn’t one who enjoyed being the centre of attention. She was too busy enjoying the rays. Her head resting on the back of her chair, feet resting over the one another and empty coffee cups in front of them.

He playfully knocked one foot off the other and smiled

“Are you right?” she asked trying not to laugh

“We have to get you new shoes. You can’t go where we are going where ballet flats”

“Wow fancy. A man who knows what ballet flats are”

“I’m serious. You can’t run in them”

“I have hiking boots at Seb’s uncle’s farm. Stop worrying. It will all be okay”

Santiago frowned at her as she lifted her head off the chair, looking over at him.

“Is he older?” Santiago asked “Sebastian?”

“Where did that come from?”

“Is he?”

She smiled this smile that was cheeky and almost child-like

“Why would you ask that?”

“How much older?”

“Does it matter?”

“Decade?” he teased “Over a decade?”

“Santi” she warned

“Tell me”

“Sixteen years”

It was more than he had thought, more than he had guessed. Suddenly he wondered what the attraction would have been. How he had charmed her. Gabby wasn’t easily charmed.

“Wow, really?”

“Don’t do that. He’s a good guy. When you’re in some shithole in a part of the world no one cares about, life can be different”

“Hey” he said holding up his hands “Honey, I’m not judging. I’ve worked in places like that too. I get it. Comfort is comfort”

She let her head full back on the chair and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I’ve missed it here”

“Bolivia?”

“Latin America. It’s different here. It’s simple”

“You like simple?”

“I love simple” She looked over at him and moved her glasses to the bridge of her nose “What?”

“Nothing” he chuckled “We should get back to the guys”

She nodded her head knowing he was right. They still had enough daylight for a few more trips into town for other supplies, but it was nice for a few minutes to pretend that they weren’t in the situation they were in.

Frankie, Benny and Will waited at the vans for them. They knew that Santiago and Gabby’s trip would take a while and it wasn’t because of the walk into town. It wasn’t difficult to see why Santiago gave Gabby a hard time, most of the time. Anybody who had seen kids in a playground, could see what was going on. Santiago was just falling short of pulling her hair.

After all he had a mostly working pair of eyes.

They all did.

She was beautiful and not just the packaging.

They just didn’t know if the attraction was mutual.

“Hey” Will said grabbing Frankie’s attention “Why doesn’t she drink?”

Frankie chuckled bitterly before taking a deep breath

“When they took her. They had her for almost month. The company she was working for at the time wasn’t going to pay the ransom. The US certainly wasn’t going too. So they had her for a long time. You’ve seen how fiery she is and that’s just with Pope. Imagine how Gabby would be when she was fighting for her life”

“They picked the wrong gal”

“They wanted her alive and there were only so many times they could knock her over the head. They kept her sedated by pouring homemade booze down her throat. Kept her quiet, kept her compliant” Frankie shook his head “She hasn’t been able to touch it since”

“Jesus Christ” Benny barely muttered

“Did they?” Will began to ask but couldn’t finish the question

“A bunch of men living in the jungle, who haven’t seen a woman in months? Yeah, they did. The only reason she is here right now is the fact that she refused to let them get the better of her. Gabby refused to die. The way I found her. She will never be in that state again as long as I’m breathing”

Will swore under his breath.

Even though they had known the sugar-coated story of how Gabby and Frankie met. The whole truth was a little too difficult to even want to understand.

“Heads up” Benny warned quietly

Santiago and Gabby appeared on top of the hill they were on.

She searched through the plastic bag she was holding before handing the bag to Santiago and throwing Benny his bag of chips, as if it was a football. She started laughing as she did it.

“She’s had Cuban coffee” Santiago explained

“Dude, I can see colours” she laughed

Frankie laughed but frowned “Where did you find Cuban coffee?”

“Café. It was on the menu. The cups were cute”

Frankie looked over Santiago “Fun walk, was it?”

“Interesting”

Before she knew what was happening Will had wrapped her up in a hug that came out of nowhere. Not that she minded.

“Aww” she cooed “You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m good” he answered kissing her on top of her head

“I should leave you more often”

“Don’t you dare”

“See Garcia. I’m easy to love”

He didn’t say anything. What could he say? The others just tried not to laugh.

#romanticism #the chain #netflix #santiago garcia x oc #santiago garcia #frankie morales #benny miller #will miller #oscar isaac #pedro pascal #garrett hedlund #charlie hunnam #triple frontier #the cha

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sgrumby · 1 year

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“How can we breathe?”

“Force field,” Barry replies, his legs dangling over the rim of the TARDIS. “Keeps the bad guys out and the oxygen in. I, uh, wouldn’t be able to answer the phone without it.” He reaches up sheepishly and pops open the hatch on the door to reveal a rotary phone.

Lup gives him a look that he’s beginning to realise means she thinks he’s being tremendously stupid. “Why couldn’t you wire it in to the console? Or install a door so it opens from the inside, even?”

“Hey, have you seen that?” He changes the subject with his usual tact. “Look, wow, supernova.”

She grins and sits down next to him, kicking her feet in the vacuum of space. “It is pretty.”

“I should think so,” he grumbles. “Take a girl halfway across the universe and a million years back in time and all she can do is criticise my phone.”

“I’m just saying, I thought the Time Lords would’ve invented better phones! It’s rotary, Barry, it’s from the sixties!”

“It’s retro,” he insists. “It fits the police box aesthetic. Did you miss where it says PUBLIC CALL on the top?”

“Did you miss where it says PULL TO OPEN?”

“Shut up.”

“Why is it a police box, though?” She asks. “That seems… very sixties. You’d be right at home with my gran.”

“Chameleon circuit got stuck,” he says. “She’s designed to change her outside to blend in. I could fix it but, honestly, I like the blue. Plus, uh, it used to be real hard to find the door on a rock or a tree or - if there was nothing else around sometimes she’d materialise as a blade of grass, or whatever, and then I couldn’t even get out. I’m not sure if she was messing with me, or if she was designed to do that, or - it’s just easier this way.”

“It’s nice, actually,” she says. “Comforting, somehow. It feels sturdy. I can’t imagine it as a rock or a tree.”

He pats the floor next to him, and the engines go dwummmm. “She used to be different inside, too. All white and sterile. She had these big roundels - it was really weird. I don’t know who designed the UI, but it wasn’t good. As soon as I figured out how to redecorate I got on it.”

“You designed the coral?” Lup hadn’t really questioned the organic-looking arches and pillars. They’d been low on her list of priorities when she’d found herself in a time machine, and then the question had just fallen by the wayside.

“Well, I mean, I gave her a brief. I wanted it to feel more comfy, you know? This is my home, not a science lab. Well, it’s a lab, a little bit, but it’s - you know what I mean.”

“Wait, wait, gave her a brief?” Lup looks back in at the console, with its mess of wires and mismatched switches and knobs. She’d assumed that was the result of a few decades of Barry conducting haphazard repairs, but now he mentions it, they do look a little like some kind of sophisticated nervous system. “How sentient is this ship, exactly?”

Barry pulls a face, hesitates, and shrugs. “I dunno.”

“What!”

“Well, like, I told you that she’s soulbound, so she’s intelligent to some extent. I have a degree of control over the interior, and - I always kind of feel like she is. Like, I can do everything right on the console, and I’ll find myself halfway across the universe from where I asked her to go.”

“That’s a broken satnav, Barry, not sentience.”

“But it’s always where I need to go,” he elaborates. “Like, there’ll be someone who needs help, or a distress call, or something neat to go and see. Like this! This supernova. I’ve never been here before, and I basically just told the TARDIS that I wanted to show you something ro - something cool.”

He blushes at his slip, but Lup’s wrapped up in her thoughts.

“So, what, you just said “make me something comfy” and she made big coral pillars?”

“It’s a little more elaborate than that, but yeah, pretty much. I don’t know either, really. She’s… eccentric.”

“And the car seats?”

Barry shrugs again. “No idea. I needed somewhere to sit, that’s what I got.”

Lup hums, unhappily. “Can she see us? Feel us? I don’t like the idea that we’re walking around inside a sentient being.”

“I don’t think she minds. She can lock you out, if she likes. One regeneration I got a haircut she didn’t like and she wouldn’t let me in til it grew out. I was trapped on Gorvon Six for months.” The engine makes another dwummm noise, and Barry scowls. “It’s not funny!”

Lup can’t help but laugh at the expression on his face. “The more I learn the more I realise who’s in charge here.”

“I’m in charge!” He protests. “I’m a Time Lord! You know they used to grow TARDISes like bonsai? In little pots?”

“Oh, you’re getting pushed around by a bonsai?”

“I’m gonna go find Taako,” Barry grumbles. “Maybe he’ll be polite and respectful.”

Lup gives him a look.

“Okay, yeah, fine,” he concedes.

She laughs again and turns back to the star, gleaming brilliantly before them. The light plays across her face, reddy-orange, making her hair seem to glow and her eyes seem to sparkle.

Barry’s seen beauty in the universe. He’s seen nebulae, the births of stars, watched the sunrise on Heloyus, which orbits in a complex path between thirty different suns and, once every ten thousand years, sees a simultaneous thirty-sun sunrise. And yet, somehow, watching Lup…

“Want to grab pizza?” He offers.

“Shit, yes,” she grins. “Alien pizza?”

“Future pizza,” he counteroffers, jumping up from the floor of the TARDIS. “November 18th, 2045. The restaurant opened that day and burned down the next, but it’s the best pizza I’ve ever had. I pretty much singlehandedly earned them their money back, cos I keep parking the TARDIS in different places and ordering takeaway. You should see the look on the delivery guy’s face every time he sees me and my enormous blue box in a different area of London, all on one night.” He holds a hand out to help her up, and she takes it gladly.

“How do you order takeaway! You don’t have an address!”

“I just tell them the street,” he says. “It’s not like there’s a lot of blue boxes lying around.”

She considers that for a second. “Okay, yeah, that’s fair, I guess. What’s your order? Hawaiian?”

He narrows his eyes, hands frozen above the console. “How did you know that?”

“Shot in the dark. You seem like you’d go nuts for pineapple on pizza, is all.”

“What does that mean?”

“Alien tastebuds,” she says with a shrug. “I’ll grab Taako.”

“So rude,” he murmurs, and flips a switch on the console, setting the rotors whirring once again as Lup skips out of the room.

#so. for context.#this is a fic of a fic #@mmmarty is writing a doctor who au and i wrote this based on that #they blame me for it not being finished but i can't read so who's really to blame #anyways #writing #the adventure zone #taz #i really hope i didn't post this before #i wrote it like eight months ago #also congrats to me on my first fic of the year lol

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miniimapp · 2 years

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CAN YOU DO ROBAIRE X READER HCS PLEASE !!! <3

Gen ;; Fluff - Headcanons

Warnings ;; None that I can think of :)

Proofread + edited ;; Lightly, twas but a quick skim so I probably missed a ton of mistakes but c'est la vie !!

Auth. Note ;; YES I CAN !! Sorry it's taken so long, I've had a surprising amount of major life events just appear out of nowhere recently !! Robaire is such a swoonable man this was so fun to write :D

Enjoy !! <3

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Robaire speaks French

We knew this

He's very proud of his fluency in French

It's one of his most well-known features

A fan favourite if you will

Robaire also likes to try and teach his non-speaking friends a few words and phrases every now and then

You like to tease him

It started when you were ordering in a restaurant and basically all the menu items were in French

Lord have mercy because there was this one dish you really wanted to try but that pronunciation ??

Get out, there was no way

You butchered it so bad even the people on the table next to you winced

Nosy fuckers

You'd like to think you're not the worse at French or pronouncing French words

But holy shit the letters and accents on that bitch...

HOW WERE YOU MEANT TO KNOW THAT THEY'RE SAID THAT WAY

THOSE LETTERS DON'T EVEN LOOK REAL

WHAT WAS THAT PRONUNCIATION !?!?

AND IT'S NOT SPELT THAT WAY AT ALL

ITS NOT YOU !! ITS THE FRENCH LANGUAGE AND THE FUCKERS WHO THOUGHT IT UP THAT ARE AT FAULT HERE !!

But there was an upside to this humiliating situation

Robaire had the most adorable twisted up expression as he watched you fumble

He looked like he wanted to just cut in and say it for you so badly

Poor baby

Now, in that moment there was no way you were going to have fun with it because holy fuck the embarrassment-

But looking back ??

That shit was so funny and you definitely use it against Robaire now

At first it was just any French word you spied that looked difficult to pronounce

Even if you actually could pronounce it you'd find a way to fuck it up

But after a while you started fucking up every single word

For funsies

Because Robaire puffs up like an uncomfortable baby bird

Aw he's so cute !!

I'm not talking a simple fumble or a small hiccup

No,, you butcher these words like your life depends on it

Not even bonjour is safe,, bitch !!

And it's not easy to act like even more of an idiot than you already are

It's bad enough that you fumble an embarrassing amount of words in your mother tongue

But seeing Ro choke back a laugh at your dramatics as he forces a disappointed facade makes it worth jt

The judgy stares though ??

Not your favourite part,, you have to admit

But who needs confidence when you have a Robaire

That man has enough ego for the both of you

And I don't mean Jesse type ego

No,, I mean that he is so proud of you and your achievements that you don't even need an ego

Robaire will happily be your cheerleader all day every day !!

Mans is literally on a mission to give you the biggest head in the world istg

There are compliments for everything-

Folding socks ?? You're so helpful and kind !!

Eating a snack ?? He's so proud that you're taking care of yourself !!

Breathing ?? Omg you're literally saving the planet by feeding the trees !! Can you be any more of an angel ??

He will never hold back a thought from you

If he thinks you look stunning he's gonna tell you that you look stunning

And, of course, you do !!

Likewise,, if Ro thinks there's something you could do to improve yourself he'll let you know

And he's so encouraging and kind about it,, he will never make you feel attacked or belittled

Ro believes in the criticism burger !!

A positive comment followed by constructive cristiscism followed by tips on how to improve upon weaker areas followed by a fuck ton more positive comments

Even when he's giving you advice Robaire will let you know how proud he is that you've gotten to the point that you're at

You will be told over and over again how excited he is to see you improve

Basically Ro genuinely gets invested in you and your hobbies and your life

He's interested in everything you've achieved and everything you hope to achieve in the future

He's proud of every improvement you've made in any aspect of your life and your commitment to continue the good progress in the future

He's also proud of you when you take breaks and time for yourself

Robaire is someone who believes in his partner

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I truly hope you enjoyed !! <3

#4town #4*town #4town headcanons #4town robaire #4*town robaire #4town x reader #4town robaire x reader

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kiastirling-fanfic · 1 year

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Happy Friday! For your mage Amell/Alistair, perhaps "‘they take what they want, and in return they give you only shackles.’"?

I like that everyone is choosing violence tonight.

Here's some Robin and Alistair having way too deep of conversations on watch.

cw for Chantry abuses/religious trauma

@dadrunkwriting

“What happened to you to make you despise the Circle so?” Alistair’s question almost made her drop the stick she’d been using to prod the fire back to life. “Ro?”

“Sorry Ali, I just- I wasn’t expecting that. Why do you ask?” Robin tried her best to swallow around the lump in her throat, but it was hard. She did her best not to think of the Circle at all since her conscription, going so far as to keep that treaty at the bottom of the pile. Not that that mattered considering it turned out they needed the mages sooner rather than later. Apparently Alistair had noticed.

“Well, you did seem to give serious consideration to allowing your friend to do blood magic on the Arlessa for one thing.” She could practically hear the disapproval in his voice. But she hadn’t! Jowan was keeping watch on the possessed little lordling and no one was blood magicking anyone. “So, do you want to talk about it?”

Damn him. He was so good at being sweet and sarcastic and goofy all the time, but Robin couldn’t forget him being a mabari in human form wasn’t just the puppy-dog eyes, it was the smarts too.

She… probably shouldn’t let him know that she was comparing him to her dog in terms of intelligence. He’d surely have a good quip for it.

“I can’t say that I do,” Robin said, even as she tucked a frizzy curl behind her ear. Jowan would have known it was a nervous gesture of hers, but Alistair hadn’t known her for over a decade like Jowan did. They’d only met a month ago. In truth he barely knew her at all. “But I’m guessing you’ll just find new ways to ask if I rebuff you again.”

“I wouldn’t- well, no you’re probably right,” Alistair’s smile was of the sweet variety. “But I won’t force you. Tell me what you want to tell me, at the pace you want. You already know my deepest darkest secrets after all, it’s hardly fair.”

“Cute.” And he was. Even when he was needling her about things she didn’t want to talk about, he was adorable. It was infuriating. “Alright, fine. To start with, I basically grew up in that tower. Everyone I’ve ever known is there it feels like.”

“Everyone? Are your parents mages, too?”

“Oh void no. That’s basically illegal. At least to the Chantry, which is the worst kind of illegal.” Not an aeonar level of offense, but if they ad been mages they never would have so much as gotten to hold her. “I’ve heard rumors but- no, any relations like that are strictly forbidden, and anyone breaking those rules is very careful about drinking tea very often. No, my parents are the good and upright Lord and Lady Amell. Not landed mind you, no position in the landsmeet, but noble enough for the rest of the trappings. And I hear I have an uncle with an estate in the Marches. The last time I saw either of them was the day they handed me over to the templars.”

If Alistair paused then and clutched at the pendant they’d found on the Arl’s desk, she didn’t comment. He knew that feeling well enough at least. His first time seeing Arl Eamon since he was taken to templar training was with the man in his sick bed, and they still didn’t know if he’d ever wake up. There were bigger concerns to handle considering the possessed child and hordes of undead.

Of course, Robin hadn’t seen her parents since either, and she didn’t expect to. She didn’t even know if they were alive, truth be told, but even if they were they stopped considering her their daughter when she caught the drapes alight.

“Right. So everyone I know is in the same tower we’re headed toward. And most of them are awful. Jowan was fine but he’s a maleficar now and I assume he’s going to be sent to Aeonar or made Tranquil unless you know how to make the Joining Soup?”

“You know I don’t,” Alistair snorted. He took up the task of stoking the fire, leaving Robin her hands so she could talk properly.

“Exactly. So even as a Warden I’ve no power to save him. There’s a few good ones in there, but the way you get raised it- well it twists you, I think. And it twisted me, and I’d like to untwist myself now I’ve the chance. Forced to sing the Chant twice a week, about our own weakness and how magic can’t rule over man but then we’re supposed to bend over backwards and do everything asked of us. And if we don’t they just do a ritual, give us a brand, and suddenly we can’t say no anymore and I- I hate it. I really hated it there.”

“They take what they want, and in return they give you only shackles.”

Robin whipped her head away from the fire, but Alistair was smiling. Not his sweet smile or his sarcastic smile or his goofy smile, a new one. Closer to a grimace honestly. It fit with his tone.

“How did you-”

“I was sent to train with the templars. You know that. I told you where templars get their power from, didn’t I? I can do the basics without lyrium, but it’s nothing compared to real templars. Duncan got me out before I could take my vows, and that’s exactly how it felt. Only they would have turned me on you, wouldn’t they? If he hadn’t picked me up I’d be in that tower same as you, but I’d be the way holding the sword at your neck if you didn’t do what you were told.”

“You might not have.” But he would have. Most recruits did a stint in a Circle at minimum, only the noble born ones with parents who cared about them despite being second sons or lower were exempt. Most any Chantry had a few templars who kept guard and could wrangle any child unfortunate enough to be a mage.

She couldn’t picture Alistair there, couldn’t picture him carousing with Rutherford or submitting himself to Greagoir’s orders.

“I’m just saying, Ro, I understand. Not all of it of course, but that much I do.”

When Leliana and Sten relieved them of their watch, Robin’s eyes stayed glued to Alistair’s back until he was safely within his tent.

Wardens, prisoners of the Chantry, undesired until the moment the world would fall without them.

They had so much in common.

#dadwc #Alistair/Amell #fuck the Chantry

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3wizemen · 11 months

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Up in Smoke - Chapter One

word count: 4814

rating: mature

After months of avoiding them following the fall of Vecna, Nancy reconnects with Steve, Eddie, and Robin, and they get absolutely zoinked out of their gourd. Hijinks ensue...mostly the gay kind.

Yes it's a Cheech and Chong song inspired fic title and epigraph. Shut up.

read on ao3

Up in smoke That's where I wanna be 'Cause when I'm high The world below Don't bother me When life begins To be one long And dangerous road I take a toke And all my cares Go up in smoke

- Sun Tzu, The Art of War

- 🜁 -

"What's up, Ro–Jesus, is that weed? Holy shit," Steve opened the door to his and Robin's apartment and immediately let out a big (read: dramatic) cough.

Robin and Eddie sat on the floor, huddled around the coffee table. "Hey, Steve-o," The girl said, waving her hand in an oddly stiff way. Her body felt weird. A goofy smile played on her lips. Steve looked funny, his arms all laden with grocery bags, a milk gallon squished in his armpit area. Silly man. "Got us some food?" Man, she was hungry.

"Yeah, what'd you get us, big boy?" Eddie said, setting his nice, black and red bowl down on the table alongside his lighter and his baggie of weed. He looked equally as silly as Steve—actually more so, with his glassy eyes and funny smile. It was nice, seeing Eddie smile. He looked like a big Labrador when he smiled, Robin decided. She laughed at the thought, and Eddie laughed too. Maybe he could read her mind. She wouldn't put it past him.

"Nice to see you, too, Eddie," Steve did not look as amused as the pair giggled. He set the groceries down on the counter (the kitchen was right on the den, no walls separating it from the sitting area) and crossed his arms over his chest. "You can't even bring that shit outside? You have to do it where you're stinking up the whole apartment?"

"Doin' it in luxury, Harrington," said Eddie, picking up his bowl again and the lighter. "Mosquitos are terrible this time of year. Wanna bite?" He held it up to Steve. It took all of Robin's willpower to not try and snatch it from him. It was her first time smoking, and she really liked it. She wanted more.

"I don't smoke," said the other boy, rather pretentiously, if Robin was any judge. "I didn't think you did, either, Robin."

Robin giggled. "Now I do," she said confidently. "This is fun. Better than drinking. Blegh," She stuck her tongue out. "It's like…it's like the Russians, their thing, but you don't wanna puke your guts out. And you're doing it…willingly and stuff," Jeez, was that just her, or was the floor moving in waves under her?

"Are you sure? You're swaying there, dude," Steve raised an eyebrow.

"Oh. Yeah. Food?" Robin steadied herself as Eddie lit the bowl again, lighter flicking. She liked that sound. Flick, flick, flick.

Robin, when she was younger, had always thought doing drugs sounded very stupid. She was a social pariah, sure, but she'd pile stonerdom on top of that. However, a lot had changed in the past year. She had also thought that monsters didn't exist, and that Hawkins didn't have any superheroes, or other dimensions, or Soviets, or…you know, any of that. So maybe Robin Buckley smoking a little bit of weed wasn't the most unexpected thing to happen in the Lord's year of 1986.

Steve rolled his eyes at Eddie as he breathed out a big puff of heady smoke and then threw her a bag of Twizzlers—Robin's favorite snack. If her brain didn't feel like it was slowly turning into the beads inside a Beanie Baby, she'd think about how sweet that was. How close she and Steve had grown over the past almost-a-year, so much so that they moved in together after Robin's house was absolutely wrecked and her parents had to move out of town (there was no way in hell Robin was leaving the only people who shared her experiences of absolute armageddon). She loved that guy.

"I love you, Steve," She said gravely, after absolutely, horribly failing to catch the Twizzlers. They fell on the carpet next to her, wrapper crinkling in a fun-sounding way. Instead of grabbing them like she had meant to, though, Robin went down right after them, face hitting the ground.

"Hey, you good there, Buckley?" Eddie said, pulling her up by the back of her shirt. He handed her the candy. He'd done this a million more times than her, so he wasn't off his ass quite as much as she was. He wisely chose to not pass her the bowl. "Greening?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm good, bud," Robin nodded, re-stabilizing, and attempted to rip open the candy package but failed once more. His fingers were like jelly. At least it was making that fun wrapper noise.

"Oh, Robin," Steve shook his head, all disappointed and mom-like. He put the milk in the fridge, then went and sat on the couch behind Robin, grabbing the package and opening them for her. "Here, weirdo."

"Unkind," The girl pouted, taking the open package and snatching a few of those good, good twists. It took her a little longer than expected to get the candies unstuck from the rest of them, fingers not cooperating with her brain. She passed them to Eddie before getting more for herself and leaned back on Steve's legs, head in his lap.

"Unkind of you to stink up my house," Steve huffed, but she could tell he was at least a little entertained, just by the way his face was as he looked down at her, kneeing her in the back to make her sit up so she wouldn't choke on her spoils. He had such a funny face. If Eddie was a big poodle thing, Steve was like…hm. A weird but cute mutt dog. Yeah. Ha, everyone's a bunch of dogs in her head today. She and Steve should get a dog. A real cute one. She'd never had a pet. Did their apartment allow them? She couldn't remember.

"Apartment," Eddie corrected, blowing more smoke out of his nose like a dragon. Cool. Steve scowled. Those two always seemed to hate each other in the most shallow, see-through-able (was there a better word? Her brain wasn't on) way. Robin thought it was so funny, especially the more she got to know Eddie. They were similar, in weird ways.

It was fun hanging out with Eddie. He and Robin had known each other, sort of, in high school, but were never really friends. He was older, way older than her in high schooler years, but they were both outcasts, and they knew their kind. Where they were different was how they handled it—Robin accepted her fate and bowed out, sticking to the sidelines, and Eddie sharpened his rejection into a tool to build his own little D&D and drug empires. Despite their lack of any meaningful interaction, she'd always been acutely aware of him for a specific reason. She had heard the rumors of Eddie Munson, the Freak. The Queer . She was never one to believe those kinds of rumors, usually. High schoolers loved calling people names, especially gay ones. But she knew Eddie's handkerchief. She remembered when she was first coming into her own as a lesbian, getting her hands on every piece of queer media she could; every letter, newspaper clipping, article, anything she could find even vaguely mentioning homosexuality in the library of the small town of Hawkins. She remembered finding a pamphlet sandwiched in the pages of a newspaper that was declaring homosexuals horrible dangers to society. It was made for some kind of gay club detailing the hanky code, left by some other queer probably long since fled from their little town. She remembered, a few years later, seeing that black hanky in Eddie's pocket and all her blood seemingly simultaneously draining and rushing to her face.

And so, deep down in her heart, in the pit of her stomach, for years as he stalled at Hawkins High, Robin had always been keenly aware of Eddie Munson, the only other queer she'd ever known. And now, here they were, high as shit on her and Steve's floor, months after defeating an insane otherworldly wizard man that almost destroyed the whole world.

Wow. That was so crazy. Really, if someone had told her a few years ago that she, Robin Buckley, would be smoking weed with Eddie Munson and leaning on her best friend, Steve "The Hair" Harrington, friends with a bunch of kids , who would surely be over later to hang out, one of whom had crazy superpowers…she would have thought they were crazy. Wild stuff.

"You OD?" Steve kneed her again, pushing her forward. She almost slammed straight into the coffee table. She felt like she had lost all parts of her spine except the fluid part. Was brain fluid a thing? She probably had that, too.

"Nah, I'm good," Robin said, uncharacteristically quiet. This being high thing was crazy. Her brain was moving slower than it ever had before. It was kind of nice. It was cool to be able to think about the past without getting horrible flashbacks. Without shaking, without crying. She hadn't been able to do that in a hot second. "Steve, Steve, listen to me," She turned around, hands on each of her friend's kneecaps, chin on her hands. She had to tell him. "You have got to try this shit, Steve. It makes your brain, like, normal. You know?"

Eddie choked out a good laugh around a Twizzler hanging from his mouth. "Poor Buckley, you're gone."

"I love you, but your brain seems to be the furthest thing from normal right now," Steve said, pushing her head back and failing to hide a fond grin. "You need to sober up before giving me any advice."

Robin looked at both of them, a confused frown gracing her lips. She wasn't that out of it. Just kept getting caught up in her thoughts, that was all. It was rare that she could think like this nowadays. "I'm fine, guys," She said, trying to exude seriousness. Before they could protest, there was a knock at the door.

"Oh?" Eddie said, raising his eyebrows. "A visitor? At this late hour?" It was only around 5, last Robin had checked. Silly Eddie.

"I'll get it!" Robin offered immediately, excited at the idea of a guest (Maybe it's one of the kids! She loved those guys), and stood up to open their door. She immediately felt her head go straight to space, orbit around the sun at least once with the rest of the planets, and wobbled on her feet. She fell onto the couch—she would have fallen on the floor if Steve didn't grab her and pull her back.

Eddie laughed, and Robin laughed too. It was the kind of laugh where it bubbled up from her stomach, causing her to roll up and lean back into the couch. Eddie rocked back, tears tinging the corners of his eyes, and Robin fell over on the couch. Steve scoffed. "Coming!" He shouted to the door, then wheeled around to glare at the other two. "Jesus, guys, someone's over and it smells like ass in here—just hide that shit, okay?" He motioned rather exasperatedly to the bounty laid out on the coffee table.

"Ew, coming, gross," Eddie gave Steve a look of mock disgust, which Steve returned with the true version. "Fine, fine, don't get your panties in a bunch," He said under his withering glare and put the bowl beneath the couch. He placed the lighter and weed in his backpack, and Robin hid the Twizzlers with the bowl, just in case.

"Does Steve always have such a stick up his ass?" Eddie leaned toward Robin, who was now sprawled across the couch instead of sitting, and cocked an eyebrow.

"It comes and goes," Robin grinned. She knew he knew the answer already—after their return from the Upside Down, when he nearly died by demobat, he'd been spending a lot more time with the party, especially the older members. They'd grown close and he was over at their apartment all the time now. There wasn't much else for the poor guy to do—they were pretty much the only people who didn't hate him, so it was a safety thing for him to stick around them as well. He'd been absolved of his murder charges after the government cleared him with a skewed trial and a ton of NDA shit, but there wasn't much that could convince the town that he hadn't killed those kids…and hadn't caused the earthquake with some demon magic.

Oh, if only they knew the real demon magic going on.

Steve grabbed some air spray (poor ozone layer) and doused the room in it before going to the door, mouthing Act normal to the pair. He peered through the peephole, a look of surprise appearing on his face before flattening back to normal. He opened the door, a shiny fake smile on display. "Nancy!"

Robin and Eddie looked at each other in disbelief. That disbelief just barely overcame the laugh that was fighting to be let free upon seeing that guy's red, red eyes again. We're fucked, she mouthed, and he nodded virgorously. Why on earth was Nancy Wheeler here, as Eddie would say, at this hour?

Following the defeat of Vecna during their raid, their concert , as Eddie liked to say, Nancy had practically fallen off the face of the earth. Which kind of sucked, since the other girl had started to grow on her. But Robin wasn't going to chase her down—they weren't that good of friends yet, and she had no clue how to even do that without seeming like a weirdo. A crazy stalker or something. A weirdo dyke.

So, it had been a few weeks since any of them had seen Nancy. With school canceled for the rest of the year to be used as a trauma center for the earthquake, and graduation postponed to somewhere in the middle of the summer, there was no circumstance to. Mike had said that she was in her room a lot, or with Jonathan, who had moved back in with his family a while ago.

"Hey, Steve," came Nancy's voice, that soft but sharp tone she always had piercing the haze of smoke and aerosol like a butter knife. Robin perked up. She sounded weird. Kind of sad, maybe?

Steve moved to let Nancy in, and Robin got a look at her. She was wearing a pink skirt and a white frilly top, all covered by a denim jacket, her equally pink lips pressed in a tight line that she tried to make a smile. Her perm was perm-y as ever. She looked funny, as did everyone right now. If Robin could assign her a dog, it would be a toy poodle or some kind of spaniel. Like Lady from Lady and the Tramp .

"This is a nice apartment–" Nancy scrunched up her nose as she stepped through the threshold, eyes falling on Eddie and Robin strewed around the sitting area. "Is that dope?" The weight had gone from her voice, replaced by confusion.

"Nope," Robin said, shaking her head convincingly. Acting normal, that's what she was doing.

"Nuh-uh," Eddie agreed, furrowing his brows and causing his hair to whirlwind around him with the ferocity of his disapproving nod. They were so good at this.

Nancy raised an eyebrow. "I know that smell, no matter how much air freshener you put over it," She remarked with a smirk. Of course she knew, with what Robin had heard about Jonathan's adventures in California. Busted.

Eddie held his hands up in surrender. "Sorry, Harrington, the jig's up," He said, leaning back with a little bit of a smile. Steve shook his head at him from behind Nancy, locking the door once more.

"Robin, are you high, too?" Nancy looked at her, blue eyes always so piercing. Like she was reading her like a paper, or a line of code, or something else people analyze really closely. She thought back to their adventure in the library, feeling like one of its books. She shifted around in her seat, uncomfortable, and fidgeted with the hem of her shorts.

"Hey, what's with all the interrogating? Strutting into their place and immediately demanding answers," Eddie butted in, saving Robin's life. She hated feeling like she was being read, and for once, being high was not helping soothe her mind. It was probably why she was feeling this way, she realized numbly. She could feel Nancy's eyes running over every line of text in her head. She definitely could not form a sentence, not even a word, with Nancy looking at her like that.

"It was just a question," Nancy shrugged, her watchtower eyes mercifully flitting to Eddie. Phew, Robin could breathe again.

"Here's a question: why are you here, Wheeler?" countered Eddie a bit rudely. He leaned forward again, resting his elbow on the coffee table and his chin on his hand. He flashed a sweet smile to soften his last comment. "It's been a while."

Nancy paused. "Yes, it has been a while," She echoed, looking between Eddie and Steve as the latter moved to sit on the couch, moving Robin's legs out of the way. They flopped to the ground, dead weight. Thump . "I…I don't know, I haven't seen you guys in a minute. I figured I should stop by and see how you were doing. See the apartment, and stuff," Oh, right, she'd never seen the apartment. Robin and Steve had moved soon after the earthquake. Nancy had already disappeared by that point.

"Uh-huh," Eddie said doubtfully. Robin knew he thought that Nancy still believed she was better than him—she had thought similarly of the girl for a long while. Years, actually, following Barb's departure to become her best friend instead. She had only recently shaken that idea after lying their way into a crazy hospital-prison and killing an evil demon wizard with her.

"We're just chilling out," Steve said, resting his arms on the back of the sofa. Robin leaned on him, her head sort of on his armpit/shoulder area. He was comfy. "Have been, since, you know…" He swirled his hand in the air.

"Yeah," Nancy said, a little awkwardly now that she was the only one standing. A lone lighthouse, her gaze a big beam of light swooping between the three sitting. "I…I've been busy, you know, writing about all of the earthquake stuff. Sorry I haven't been around a lot."

"No worries," Steve shrugged, moving Robin's head a little. She felt those eyes turn to her again and mustered up the bravery to meet them. Nancy was looking between her and Steve, an odd expression on her face. "Wanna hang for a little?" He asked, dodging an incredulous look from Eddie. Robin didn't blame him. This was painful, even with the weed filling up her mind like stuffing.

Nancy nodded and moved to sit on the worn red armchair next to the couch, curls bouncing in a way Robin found fascinating. It was weird, seeing Nancy this out of her depth among people who she'd walked with through literal hell—or really seeing her out of her depth at all. She felt kind of bad. Nancy had probably avoided them on purpose. Before it all went down, she used to drop by Family Video sometimes to pick up a movie, but after, she never returned. While Robin, Steve, Eddie, and the kids found themselves seeking out each other to cope, taking comfort in the fact that they—the only ones who knew what hell was like—were still there, still together, Nancy had withdrawn, vanishing for months except an occasional visit to Max in the hospital, usually when no one else was there.

It wasn't like they'd sought her out, either. Guilt prickled at the back of Robin's partially numb neck. She should probably say something. "Uh, how's it been, Wheeler?" She asked, forcing her insanely dry throat to work. "How's, uh, the reporting, and stuff been?"

Nancy looked at Robin, seeming appreciative. "It's been…something. I mean, I'm sure you've seen how they've been trying to fill the rifts the gates made. With school getting shut down, and so many houses destroyed, it's all just…a lot. And no one knows what it really was. They just think it was a 7.4-magnitude earthquake. That's the biggest earthquake to ever happen in Indiana, so a lot of seismologists have been here to study it. The last one was in ‘68, and that was only 5.4–"

"That's two more magnitudes," Steve nodded wisely.

Robin snorted. "Quite a few."

Nancy gave them that weird look again, but Robin avoided her magnetic eye contact, instead looking at Eddie. The other boy had leaned over and reached under the couch, retrieving his bowl. A pleading look from Robin got him to fetch her Twizzlers as well out of pure laziness on her part.

"Seriously, dude?" Steve sighed.

"She already knows, what's the deal?" Eddie shrugged, packing it. "Want some, Buckley?" "I think Robin's cut off for now," Steve said, giving up on trying to stop him. "I mean, look at her. Blasted," He waved his hand in front of her face.

Robin tried to swat his hand away, but missed, her hand landing on his arm. "Shut up, I'm fine. Do I really look that bad?"

Eddie laughed his friendly, loud laugh, and Steve chuckled and shook his head. Even Nancy smiled a little, raising an elegant eyebrow. "Hey, stop laughing!" Robin pouted, squeezing Steve's arm. "You guys suck."

Laughing at Robin seemed to lighten the tense air a little bit. Nancy, bemused, reached into the little purse she had been carrying and retrieved a small, pink disc. She leaned over and handed it to Steve, who handed it to Robin. She stared at it dumbly. "What is this?"

"Open it, idiot," Steve took the foreign object from her and pried it open, revealing a mirror. Woah. The magic of modern science.

"Oh," Robin took the compact from him, holding it up to her face to get a good look at herself. Her blue eyes were red and glassy, her cheeks all flushed. She pressed a hand to the side of her face. "Oh."

"Ha, yeah," Eddie laughed, lighting the bowl again and taking a hissing hit. "That's what it does to you, Buckley. Totally worth it, though," He said, breathing out a thick puff.

"Yeah," Robin kept moving the mirror, looking at herself. God, how embarrassing! Of course Nancy showed up, after a nearly two months' absence, to her stoned out of her mind and looking like a crazy person. She prickled, ashamed.

Nancy chuckled. "You guys have been having fun, huh?" She said. That sad tone came back to her voice, barely detectable, but Robin's expert (stoned) ears rooted it out.

"Oh, no, no, no," Robin shook her head, furrowing her brows and waving her free hand. "First time doing this," She had just earned Nancy's…respect? When they went to the Upside Down, and now, having not seen her since then, she was in their apartment, watching her be high as shit for the first time ever. "First time."

"Okay," Nancy hummed. She seemed to be relaxing a little bit. "I did mean it, though. This is a nice place, despite the smell," She chuckled a little bit, and Steve directed a pointed look at Robin and Eddie. Mostly Eddie.

"Thanks, Nance," Steve said. "We try."

On their Family Video budgets, it had taken some time to really decorate the apartment. It was still pretty bare—an old blue couch, a worn red armchair, a coffee table, a TV, a toaster for the kitchen. A fun rug Robin found at the thrift store. Everything was kind of old, all second-hand (Except for the toaster: that was brand new and Steve's pride and joy), but it was good enough for both of them and the kids. It was home.

"Wish you coulda been here to help them move," Eddie lamented, taking a long hit. "Getting that couch up the stairs was harder than the whole Upside Down deal."

"You just like to complain," Robin could practically feel Steve roll his eyes. "It only took, like, thirty minutes."

"Yeah, for one flight of stairs!" Smoke poured out of Eddie's mouth as he spoke, getting that wicked smile that was practically reserved for moments where he annoyed Steve. Robin watched the smoke wind and curl up to the ceiling, its movements slow and hypnotizing. Maybe they should open a window.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there," Nancy said, her serious tone contrasting the boys'. "It's been a lot. It was easier to work, you know, focus on the earthquake, than think about everything that really happened," Her pretty blue eyes were round, apologetic.

"It's fine," Steve waved his hand. "Everyone deals with it differently, Nance," It was very similar to what he'd said to Lucas a few weeks ago when he and Robin went to visit Max. Lucas had barely left her side since the raid. He had shut everyone out except her…it was painful to watch. Steve had managed to convince him to spend at least one day with the party a week, just to get a break, after much deliberation.

"You're so good," Robin said, hoping that sounded supportive. She was very aware now that she was not properly functioning, but she was trying. She wanted to soothe Nancy's fears; it weighed her body down like an anchor to think that the other girl had been suffering from such guilt on top of the beaucoup trauma they'd all garnered.

It was Eddie's turn to roll his eyes. "Whatever, Wheeler," he said, eyes narrowing. "Wanna smoke?" He held the bowl out sloppily, a sharp joke at her expense. God, Eddie could be so insensitive sometimes. Robin wanted to cuff him for that, but she was unsure her impaired balance would allow her to, so she refrained.

"Sure," shrugged Nancy. Everyone in the room's eyebrows shot through their hairlines as she reached forward and took the bowl in her thin, scarred hands and expertly lit it, tapping her thumb against the carb and inhaling smoothly.

Robin watched Nancy take a hit, her eyes glued to the other girl. She inhaled and then blew the smoke out in a thin stream that slowly expanded into a swirling cloud. She was far more elegant than Robin, who had spluttered and coughed through the whole process.

"You smoked before?" Eddie asked, genuine surprise overtaking his condescension, dark brows raised.

"A few times," Nancy said nonchalantly, almost sheepish. She fiddled with the pipe. Her fingers analyzing every crevice of the blown glass as her gaze flitted inbetween the others.

"Oh, yeah, Jonathan's a major stoner now, isn't he?" Steve asked. Robin gave him a gentle slap on the arm. Don't be rude, Steve .

Nancy shifted a bit in her seat at the mention of her boyfriend. "Yeah. We smoked together a couple times," She said before taking another, larger hit. She was mesmerizing to watch, the way the smoke dripped from her rosy lips to curl into gorgeous slithering plumes with her soft exhale.

"That's cool," Robin remarked intelligently. She tore her eyes away from the other girl's mouth, feeling guilty.

Eddie nodded in agreement, silent, for once. It seemed Nancy had possibly won his forgiveness, or at least understanding, for going no-contact. Or he was just very high.

"Well, if you all are smoking, I'm getting a beer," Steve said decisively, gently pushing Robin off of him so that he could stand up. As he walked to the kitchen, Eddie hummed his disapproval.

"Hey, before you drink, Harrington, wanna run grab us some pizza? We can make a night of this," He gestured to all of them, grinning his lopsided grin. "A reunion feast."

"I just went to the grocery store," Steve motioned to the grocery bags still laying out on the counter, exasperated.

"Yeah, but that's not fun food, Stevie," Eddie stood, using the coffee table to support his ascension. He teetered for a moment, then steadied. "Come on, I'll go with."

"I could go for some pizza," Robin shrugged, and Nancy nodded in agreement. The other girl was catching up quickly to the other two on hit count. If only Eddie felt the desire to berate her dope-hogging, because Robin sure didn't.

"Three to one," Eddie said triumphantly, walking over to link arms with the other boy, who stiffened. "You're driving."

Steve shot Robin a look of betrayal as she allowed Eddie to drag him out the door. "Have fun, you two," She said as the door shut.

Now it was just her and Nancy.

#ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #steve harrington #fanfiction #read on ao3 #marijuana tw #3wizemenupinsmoke

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magicwithineleteo · 2 years

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secret of the wings is next!

- i haven’t seen this one entirely yet i just know some of the plot

- and i know the song china anne mcclain and her sisters sang for this movie and it is so good

- okay let’s watch

- i don’t think terence is in this movie :(

- ah i’m so excited it’s been a while since i’ve watching these (a while being like 2 days)

- i’m excited to watch all of the pixie hollow shorts after i watch the movies

- i love the narrations at the beginning

- SILVERMIST MY LOVE SHES SO BEAUTIFUL

- TERENCE!!!! FOR A SECOND HE WAS HERE

- the animation is so beautiful

- ofc tink wants to do the outrageous thing that none of them are allowed to do

- is fawn’s va different :(

- she sounds lowk different

- i’m too lazy to google it so i’m gonna assume yes

- the BUNNY IS SO CUTE 🥹🥹

- are winter fairies cold blooded while warm fairies are warm blooded

- the animals are all so adorable

- pretty snow :D

- OMG HER WINGS ARE SPARKLING AND ARE IRIDESCENT THATS SO BEAUTIFUL

- fawn is so thoughtful i love her

- sil is literally the loml

- oh hi vidia!!! she’s concerned too :’)

- i love how sunflower seeds are medicine

- sil having manners so true

- why is tink trying to be elsa the woods aren’t calling you babe

- HAH ROSETTA

- BEAUTY AND THE BEES 🤭

- why does this guy look edna mode

- this outfit is so cute

- clank and bobble r so funny . they carry the franchise

- omg this winter fairy is lowk fine

- they’re gonna find tink and be like “wtf”

- one thing tink is gonna do, is give me anxiety

- the keeper reminds me of soren from minecraft story mode

- periwinkle??

- periwinkle!!!

- there is no way. out of every fairy ever in the history of the own universe are they the *only* sisters

- i’m not even gonna lie i’m bored

- they’re watching themselves being born

- prettyyy

- okay i prefer periwinkle way more 😭

- tink should be in jail she has so many offenses

- his name is dewey??

- no terence is not her boyfriend , he will be silvermist’s 😌

- YAASSS THE GREAT DIVIDE

- i love how tink calls them lost things and peri calls them found things

- oh i’m calling her peri now

- how’d spike knew immediately

- oh they call her peri!

- she’s so real

- this looks so fun

- girl u can’t single-handedly change the climate of ur place just for ur sister to come

- BIG ASS CAT AND KEEPER BRO

- this is sad :(

- what a cute cat i wanna pet it so bad 🥰

- are clank and bobble brothers, best friends, or boyfriends

- silvermist!

- ro, sil, and dess are their nicknames i love it

- sil is so pretty

- vidia is right

- vidia looks so pretty

- you all are so optimistic i could never

- okay clank thinking him and bobble could be brothers lead me to believe that they’re best friends

- i wish i was a fairy 💔

- so true spike

- why is the resident glacier fairy a chad

- they’re really gonna change the climate of their mfing land

- okay snow fairy bae isn’t as fine as terence

- LMFAO HES REALLY A CHAD

- so what happens when they run out of ice? she’ll just melt?

- you all will be in jail

- i like that girl i don’t know her name but she’s so cute and enthusiastic

- omg snow owl what are u doing

- GREAT DIVIDE AGAIN

- how is the ice not melting

- sil being her queenie water fairy self

- they’re all showing her the wonders of the warm part!!!

- why is ro talking like this 😭

- vidia and sil are so hot

- omg yas vidia and tink’s relationship

- is she sweating

- yeah omg peri is sweating and MELTING

- GET HER BACK TO THE FUCKING FOREST

- SHES GONNA DIE BRO GET HER TO THE FUCKING FOREST

- GOOD CRISIS RESPONSE EVERYONE

- SHIT ITS LORD MILORI

- WHY IS HE HERE

- omg vidia being super touchy w tink

- lord milori seems like a nice father type of guy

- this rule is good

- oh nvm

- they can see each other from across the border right

- damn he’s lowk right

- but this is sad

- omg vidia comforting tink

- AH SHIT QUEEN CLARION

- damn

- oh so they can’t even see each other from the border bc it’s not cold enough for peri

- :( i wanna cry now

- aRE THEY LOVERS

- ARE QUEEN CLARION AND LORD MILORI LOVERS

- ARE THEY DIVORCED

- HE THREW THE MACHINE IN WATER NOOOO

- LITTERING

- ah shit is it causing a snowstorm

- okay i’m bored again

- oh why is peri rewatching their birth

- baby ur rubbing salt in ur wound

- are y’all dumb you both almost died in each other’s realm

- OMG THEY ARE LOVERS

- OMGGGGGG I LOVE THEM

- HOW HEARTBREAKING

- OH SHIT THE WING BROKE

- WAIT ARE THEY TALKING AB THEMSELVES OR

- i think they’re referring to themselves

- where’s silvermist :(

- LMAO THAT MINISTER

- ah shittttt

- WHY IS EVERYONE HERE EXCEPT SIL AND FAWN

- see guys this is why we don’t mess w climate

- FAWN HELPING SAVE THE ANIMALS SO TRUE

- SILVERMIST HELPING TOO

- everyone in pixie hollow has amazing crisis responses

- iS TERENCE OKAY

- oh no the periwinkle flower :(

- chad is back

- what the fuck is she doing does she have a death wish

- girl there’s a difference between being brave and courageous, and being fucking stupid

- doesn’t tink get her wing torn later

- oh shit

- why’d they hold hands and wait before going to freeze the tree there is NO TIME FOR BEING DRAMATIC

- bRUH IF U HADNT STOPPED U WOULDVE MADE IT

- oh everyone’s here now okay

- OMG THEY *ARE* LOVERS

- omg. ro !!!! and the snow guy!!!!

- i ship it she’s in love

- they’re all so smart

- omg they’re talking

- THEY ARE LOVERS ??? IT IS THEM RIGHT??? ITS GIVING RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME

- why are they standing guard as if the snowstorm is just gonna say “oh u all are here. goodbye”

- this is so scary man i’d be horrified if i were the warm fairies

- that would be hilarious if the movie ended there

- wow it’s all just blue

- why isn’t queen clarion protecting her wings

- ofc the pixie dust prevails and melts all the ice yaaayyyy

- so don’t her wings tear or something

- CHAD

- TERENCE HE LOOKED SO FINE THERE

- I LOVE HIS SECOND LONG CAMEOS

- yeah her wing tore

- how did she know did she feel it

- when did she fall i don’t remember that

- okay that’s selfless i guess

- why am i not sad for her 😗 im feeling indifferent lmao

- why are they breaking the rule that kept them safe it’s a good rule

- sisters love will heal her wings i bet

- oh yeah i was right

- so now clarion and milori can be together!!

- KISS KISS YES THEY KISSED I KNEW IT WAS THEM

- ohhh they frost their wings!! that makes sm sense

- that’s so cute

- omg the edna dude from the beginning!! he’s a dewey fan

- OMG ROSETTA AND SLED

- OMGGG

- SHIP ALERT SHIP ALERT

- HAHA RO IS ME

- i knew spike and vidia would be besties

- this really is giving frozen

- GREAT DIVIDE AGAIN

- oh that was it!

i enjoyed it! i did get bored at times but i love all the new characters, it’s a shame that was their only cameo 😭

#soha (re)watches tinkerbell

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sheikahwarriork · 2 months

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Even though Hopes was actually not very good compared to Houses; we gotta appreciate how it mixed up a lot of things and brought a breath of new life to the fandom and I am forever thankful for it even if the rest was not the best for many charcters, what do you think about it?

hi anon, thank you for the ask! oh boy where do i start-

first of all, you should know i LOVE musou games. i love smashing those buttons and defeating hundreds of eniemies. so, when they announced three hopes, i was THRILLED.

but maybe my expectations were a bit too high.

(spoilers about all the routes and endings)

i think the story is fine, but it could have been much better. i like shez, no, i love shez as a character: theyre silly but strong, determinated and yet loving. i like that theyre dubbed, i like their quirky and yet silly comments, i like how they flirt with some characters and yet are completely clueless, and the female VA did a WONDERFUL job. also, i simply ADORE arval. theyre so sassy i always laugh when arval says anything. the dynamic between shez and arval is written better than the one between byleth and sothis imo. (i love sothis too, but i feel her relationship with byleth needed more screentime)

but shez has a problem. (well, actually two.) the first problem is that shez isnt byleth. shez works well with the majority of the cast, but not with the three lords (a bit better with edelgard but still meh). shez's presence in the war doesnt make much sense as byleth's one did in three houses: the fucking school closed like two WEEKS after the lords met shez, they didnt have the time to bond and to know each others as byleth did (cuz, yk, byleth was their fucking teacher for a year). so, even if i like shez A LOT, their presence in fódlan war seems a bit off to me. i wish shez was in a different game overall.

the second, big problem of shez, is that we get to know almost nothing about their past. but this is a writing problem, not of the character themselves. i wanted to know who their mother was, why they are arval's vessel. RIP dlc i guess

about the three routes:

azure gleam: oh boy. OH BOY. the most disappointing of all. i LOVED the first part, for it explores much better all the kingdom's issues and we get more informations about the tragedy of duscur. but, "and then?". i'm gonna be honest dear anon: i dont remember much about the second part of azure gleam, just this big sense of disappointment. i'm actually re-playing it right now, so maybe i'll be back here in a few weeks. anyway, i do remember liking the fact you can save jeritza here tho, mercie deserves her little brother back!

scarlet blaze: the exact opposite of my thoughts about AG: scarlet blaze is a GREAT black eagles route. dont get me wrong, i liked crimson flower (its actually my second fav route of three houses), but being it the shortest one i always felt it was missing something, aka the fight against TWSITD (since, yk, we dont fight them in CF, they just defeat them offscreen in the ending cards. wtf). and in scarlet blaze we got it!!! also edelgard is better written in SB: shes still resolute and yet willing to *not* kill almost everyone on fódlan (i have Opinions about the ending of CF but another time). i never liked how edelgard sides with TWSITD in three houses, and im glad she didnt in SB. i mean, lets kill those bastards gurl!!!!!

golden wildfire: LMAO. ok i must admit i have a big problem: i dont like the golden deers (as a house; i like some of them alone, like marianne and lysithea), and claude is my least favourite lord, and i think verdant wind is the worst route of all three houses. so, GW was the last one i played. aaaaand. it is better than VW! i liked how claude allied with edelgard to defeat the church! i liked how claude is a little bastard plotter in there! as for AG, i think the first part of the route is much better than the second part (if you dont recruit byleth, judith dies in a dumb way just like rodrigue..... claude-routes-dont-copy-other-route's-things challenge). overall, i think GW is much better than VW, bc i think VW i just a weak copy of silver snow (sorry claude)

about the supports overall: some are cute and i like how we get supports between characters that didnt have ones in three houses, like bernadetta and marianne, or bernadetta and dimitri, or ashe and flayn.

and at last we've come to the elephant in the room.... byleth. how did they treat byleth in my opinion? short answer: terrible. long answer: terrible, because byleth doesnt have supports (except for shez and jeralt ikik). like WTF!!!!! give me supports with the lords, at least! let me see the byleth in this timeline, where they arent a professor, where their father isnt dead!!!! and why did they make byleth the ENEMY?? and we can recruit them too late in the game! GIVE ME MY PROFESSOR BACK-

the (one sided) rivalry between shez and byleth doesnt make any sense. "ohh the ashen demon killed my merc company >:[" says shez, just to admit five minutes later that they didnt really care about that company. and yes, okay, shez wants to prove everyone (themselves included) theyre stronger than byleth. thats fine. but here too, shez lets the matter drops too fast. "i will be stronger i will kill youuuuu- oh wait the lord wants you to join our side of the war. guess we're bestie now!". most of the time (before we actually recruit byleth) i get the feeling shez doesnt really give a fuck about the ashen demon, and this could have been okay, IF THEIR RIVALRY WASNT THE POINT OF ALL THE TRAILERS???????? their relationship is not explored well. shez's initial resentment doesnt make any sense bc THEY THEMSELVES say they really didnt care about the company. SO, if even the new protagonist, who was supposed to hate byleth, doesnt actually hate byleth, why make byleth the antagonist in the first place? why do we have to fight byleth? just to have a different fódlan story?¿?¿?

and i'll shut up about how they treated my dimileth in the game. you dont want to open this pandora's box dear anon.

so, the summary is: the gameplay is great bc i love musou games. the additions to the lore are pretty cool. i like that claude has his own original route that makes sense, and that edelgard got a much better written route. byleth deserved better. SHEZ! is fantastic, and arval is one of my fav character of all fódlan games. also i think arval and sothis should kiss

thank you anon for the ask, i enjoyed writing my thoughts on three hopes! hope i didnt bore you to death lmao

#anon ask #fire emblem warriors three hopes #few3h #few3h thoughts #few3h spoilers #yuzu speaks

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emergentrelationshipcenter · 9 months

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If You Are Doing Fine, Why Does Your Relationship Seem To Be A Pressure Cooker?

“I don’t want to bother you.” “I am sure that you are tired of hearing it.” “My story is too long and it’s too much to explain.”

These are all thoughts that people have when they are asked how they are doing and say they are “fine.” In my last blog post titled, “Not Everyone Is Fine During The Quarantine”, I wrote about the research that was conducted regarding Covid-19.

Since that last article, the nation has been facing political unrest and division. Not everyone is fine. So again, I am asking, why is everyone saying they are fine? I am concerned about so many things right now. One of my concerns is how folks in relationships are handling things.

I have been thinking about the impending consequences of the disaster we are experiencing. Whether we like to think about it or not, the aftermath of the pandemic is going to be momentous.

I saw the statistics in places that were hit before Covid-19 appeared locally, and their divorce rates are at a record high. People who were avoiding dealing with their relationship issues got pushed too far.

It’s like going on a vacation with someone you don’t really like. By the time you get back, you cannot stand the person and you can’t wait to get home, and then you don’t talk again or wait a few weeks or months. Except this is the person you live with, have children together, or at least have a lot of ties together.

So why do couples wait to seek couple counseling? And what is going to happen to their relationship?

Couples wait an average of 6 years to seek help for their relationship issue. That’s a long wait, but what if they don’t make it 6 years? My guess is that the quarantine is like a pressure cooker. Think about this for a minute: the average couple waits 6 years to get counseling help and many don’t even last 6 years. What will happen if we increase the pain?

We use a pressure cooker to make our food faster. Thanks to pressure, it cooks food in an estimated third of the usual cooking time. A struggling relationship, under normal circumstances, might be able to withstand the heat of waiting, but add in this current disaster and the consequences are sure to add much more. It’s a giant pressure cooker!

Couples often wait because they hope their relationship will get better on its own. They hope that their partner will arise from their hurtful behavior and see the error of their ways. The problem is that neither you nor your partner can see how this whole painful process started.

While you are waiting, more resentments are being collected, requiring more time spent healing from past hurts.

I can imagine that many people don’t think that someone else could help. Lord knows they have tried really hard on their own. I get that.

One thing I would remind you of is that therapy is something different, something you may not have tried yet. The couples therapy experience I offer is truly different from other relationship counseling experiences because it’s a relationship intensive that helps you get results quickly.

There is a famous saying: “If you always do what you’ve always done, you’ll always get what you’ve always got.” — Henry Ford

I have been through hell and back in my own relationship and I really get the problem that most couples are facing. I can help you and your partner paint a picture of what you really want to create and then start taking steps to get there right way. If you want to make a powerful change in your relationship or marriage, do something that is really difficult. Look an angry partner or spouse in the eye and tell them you want to make a change.

Why don’t you reach out and get a guide, someone who can help you find out where you got lost and give you a road map? Don’t wait a moment longer. Get the therapy help you deserve. Click here to schedule with me. I even offer telehealth couples therapy or counseling online. Let’s create the relationship that offers the mutual support and understanding you are looking for.

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leche-de-coconut · 2 years

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ICARUS (a SAGAU brainrot thingy)

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I literally had to get this out of my head, it’s been on it for like 5 days straight help- so basically, I just wanted to have a winged!god!Reader being pierced by an arrow or harpoon oop-

The story is set in Liyue, but no specific location is given at any moment (because I suck at remembering names from places!)

Warnings: Psychological and physical harm (towards Reader), blood, angst, self loathing, Reader is not on a good mental state, (there really isn’t yandere content here, but I will tag it just to be sure!), some grammatical errors and an open ending!

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The sun was one of the most beautiful things known to humanity, and it was loved and revered since unknown ages. The light it produced allowed civilizations to work and survive, and its heat warmed even the coldest of places known to people.

But as beautiful as the sun was, the way it interacted with nature around it was far more better, just like it was happening right now.

The sight of the sea shining with the sun’s light was something unique, it looked as if the light itself was liquid. White and luminous, pure and wonderful. However, it looked even better when it was adorned with your blood.

Ah, the sight of gold just mixing with the light was unforgettable, just as the sight of your body disappearing on the unforgiving sea. But, how did it come to this scenario?

Well, it wasn’t supposed to end like this, at least, not now. Let’s take a look back, shall we?

You thought that you were safe after being followed and harmed by people you thought you knew, you thought that they finally gave up after almost two months of no sight of you, you thought that you were safe now that you had wings to carry you.

Yes, wings! They appeared one day on your bruised back, and you were so happy to being able to fly! Your wings were almost purely white, be it not for the little specks of golden adorning the ends of your feathers. At first you thought that they were a problem, after all, it indeed was difficult to learn how to properly fly or walk with them, and not to mention the fact that you were currently being targeted by your favourite characters…

But let’s not remember that, please! You just wanted to forget their hateful words, the way they tried to kill you on the spot, as if you had done something wrong! Well, according to them, you were some kind of impostor to some god that you didn’t even knew was part of the game (maybe they were introduced on a new patch? Who knows, certainly not you). Why were they so offended by your appearance? You thought that being so similar to this god would mean something good, but alas, it wasn’t. But hey, at least you tried to change the way you looked, hell, you even got some help from the characters to do it!

How could you forget the way their weapons graced your skin, the torture they gave you on the very first day you arrived on this hellhole? The way metal carved harsh lines on your face and limbs and body and lord, how much it hurt! It hurt so bad, it hurt so bad, it hurt so bad, it hurt so-

It hurts so bad.

That got you thinking, maybe, if you truly became someone new, then would they forgive you? You didn’t want to change the way you looked, but how could you not when your appearance brought you so much hate and pain? And so you started to pray to whatever god or entity kind enough to hear you, to hear your screams and pleas for a new body, and luckily for you, someone answered! Because, if not, then what is the meaning behind your beautiful wings?

You just knew that you were in love with your new assets. You took so much care of them too! You trimmed them and gently tucked them into your makeshift binder when you had to go look for some food to not bring unwanted attention (you couldn’t imagine what a person would do when they see that you had wings, and you didn’t want to), you loved to stretch them every time you woke up or when you were ready to fly. You couldn’t imagine yourself anymore without them!

And so did this little routine of yours went almost for two months, hell, you didn’t even got hurt on that period of time, a new record for your part!

But good things never last, don’t they?

And so, now you were running away from various footsteps, and angry shouts that told you to ‘come back, coward!’ To ‘face your errors and assume the consequences’, to just ‘stay still and let us kill you!’

Run, run, run! This is a race of survival, and you weren’t going to give up!

Unluckily for you, you didn’t notice the way the environment started changing from a tranquil little forest to a fresh and sunny cliff, and you almost fell straight to the bottom of it, be it not for your sudden stop.

You turned around quickly and came face to face with your favorites… were they even your favorites, anymore? You came face to face with the people that harmed you, that were trying to kill you.

Golden eyes glared down at your form, a familiar spear appearing out of thin air (the very same spear you gave him, it costed you so much to level it up, but it was worth it at the end of the day). A snarl greeted you, and you could practically feel the hostile aura around him directed towards you.

“So, are you done running, imposter?” Xiao, no matter how angry he sounded and looked, was still beautiful on your eyes “Don’t you dare move, and accept your punishment”.

You tried to say something, to call him for his name, but the cut his spear gave you on your cheek stopped you from it. It was a warning, a way to keep you quiet and also a way to torture you.

More steps came from behind the man, and you saw many other familiar faces. Zhongli, Ganyu, Keqing and some millelith soldiers were finally at the scene; honestly, you were surprised that Ningguang wasn’t here, but you supposed someone had to look out for Liyue on the meantime.

They couldn’t see your face that well with the little cape you were wearing, but the many scars littering your body were more than enough proof that you were indeed the person-no, the filth they were looking for.

“Get on the ground and put your hands behind your back” said Keqing while staring at your sorry form. Ah, you indeed put your arms behind your back, but not to bound yourself, but to quietly and quickly work on the restraints on your wings; thank god you were wearing your cape today!

But that isn’t the most important thing right now, you had to buy some time to take your binder off! What will you do!?

“Why…” your voice came as a little surprise to them, after all, they haven’t heard it for some time now, well, you just stopped talking, or even screaming at them after some torture sessions “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because you are a disgrace! A stain that tries to be a replica of someone so much better than you will ever be!” Ouch, you didn’t think that out of every person out here Zhongli would say those harsh things, but oh well, you certainly didn’t think he was capable of hurting someone innocent, but you were proven wrong.

Your makeshift binder finally opened up and fell to the ground, almost immediately putting everyone on edge.

“I…” you finally took your cape off, but your wings weren’t on full display, yet “I don’t know who you are talking about, but I don’t think you will listen to me; after all, you never did”.

They saw the pain, the suffering, the sadness behind your eyes, and yet, they didn’t stop. Were they really that obsessed with this god that they were willing to kill innocent people to preserve their holy image? You couldn’t comprehend it, not at all.

“You don’t even deserve the right to speak” said Xiao as he was getting dangerously closer to you, making you step back to almost the edge of the cliff.

You looked back towards the sea, and a gentle breeze caressed your cheek. You felt as if something was telling you to jump, to fly away and to never look back…

And that is what you did.

Finally looking at your abusers again, you opened your wings, temporarily surprising them and stunning them. This was your chance!

You didn’t lose any more time and you started flying away as fast as possible, moving every once in a while to dodge the arrows the now furious people were throwing at you. You were so close to freedom, you could practically feel the cool breeze of the sea dancing around your fingers and your feathers, the way the smell of salt got less evident the higher you flew, and then that’s when you looked up to the sun.

Suddenly, a strange thought crossed your head, and you remembered the way that Icarus flew so close to this the sun that his wings melted and brought him to his demise. You prayed that you wouldn’t share his fate, that you would be able to-

Ugh!

It seemed as if time slowed down around you, and your gaze moved from the beautiful sun to your chest, where a pretty and now golden spear was piercing through it. Ah, Zhongli’s aim seemed to be impeccable, was it not?

A splurge of blood, golden blood, left your mouth as you silently cried out. You could feel the wound of your back also bleeding, painting the spear and your wings with the precious liquid.

It was truly beautiful, no matter how tragic the situation was. The golden specks of blood gently leaving your body and flying beside you, the sun kissing your scars and your cape finally coming undone, letting your whole body out. If people didn’t knew any better, they would say an angel was falling from the heavens above, but sadly, that wasn’t the case.

The despair on the people chasing you, finally realizing that you were no impostor, that the blood leaving your body wasn’t red like theirs anymore, that they practically hunted down their god all this time was horrible.

But perhaps the person who was feeling even more devastated was the one who caused this, his mouth open to let a scream out, honey golden irises watching as your body finally started descending and how one of your arms seemed to reach out to the wonderful sun. It was almost satirical, the one who proclaimed himself as one of your most devoted acolytes was the very same to strike you down.

Maybe, for one last time, you could feel the warm of something. Your arm stretched out to the now smaller body of light; did Icarus had the same thoughts as he was falling? Maybe not, maybe he was more composed or accep-

Your body crashed into the sea, and nobody could see trace of it, only the golden ichor now tainting the blue of the waters and some of your beautiful feathers floating. The spear of the Geo Archon came back to him, and to no one’s surprise, it was now a gleaming and bright aureate tint.

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AAA FINALLY IT IS OUT, GOOD GOD THIS WAS PAINFUL TO WRITE (I haven’t done a piece of something in AGES) (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

#sagau #genshin impact #genshin sagau #angst #helphowdoitagAAAAA #brainrot #imposter au #yandere x reader

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leoneliterary · 3 years

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How would the ROs react to an “oh no there’s only one bed what will we ever do?” scenario?

So this is one of the first asks I received and I was just getting my footing on how to answer asks! To the dear anon who sent it, sorry it took so long, and I'll try to make it worth the wait. Also something very similar to this might appear in the story, except with more detail, so I guess this is also like a sneak peak!

Merikh:

He drags his hand down his face, not even looking at the innkeeper as he tosses some coin to the man. "We're going to need two rooms." Scrunching his nose up at the smell coming from his clothes, he quickly adds, "And access to the baths." The innkeeper gives a gracious smile, and shouts to have baths drawn, but hands back half of the money. "My lord," he starts out hesitantly, "It is our humble honor to offer you lodging, however you came during the Festival of Brishkar." He shakes his head and finishes, "All the other rooms are full of devotees, I can only offer you one." Merikh rubs his face again roughly, before glancing quickly at you. Looking at you for a moment he shakes his head and picks up his coin. "Never mind then, we'll seek other lodging." He moves to walk out the door but you catch his arm. "It'll surely be the case no matter what inn we go to, or they might not even have one room available." the innkeeper nods vigorously in agreement with you. With a deep sigh Merikh places his coin down again and the innkeeper giddily gets up to show you both to your room. Outside the door he hands Merikh the key "You were right anyway" he says begrudgingly, already turning the key, "It'd be more trouble than it's worth to try to find another place, especially when we need to stay out of sight tonight." What you see when the lock clicks and the door opens stops you both in your tracks. A modest room, with a hearth and even some bread and cheese on the table. One bed. Two bath tubs sitting side by side, steaming behind a gauzy partition. Merikh immediately turns to head back out of the door. "This is ridiculous." He's seething and actually trying to shut the door, as if something in the room was trying to pursue him. You stop him again. "Look my lord, the only place that would likely have a bed for us this late would be a brothel, and believe me, you spending the night there would definitely get our whereabouts known." His shoulders slump and he knows you're right. "Besides," you add with a wry smile, "The water is already hot." Bristling at this, he begins to walk down the hall and back downstairs, he calls out over his shoulder, "Enjoy your bath, I'll enjoy a drink before I come back up.", irritation clear in his voice. He knows he won't drink however, instead he sits in a corner in the common area, water in hand, knowing that the most foolish thing he could do would be to be drunk in the same bed with you. Liquor would only make the already troublesome images in his head worse. The steam rising from the tub, instead rising from your skin. The idea of you tangled in sheets, still bare from your bath. He slaps the sides of his face and stays down there, staring into his cup. When he finally returns, it looks like you've kept a lamp lit for him but the bath water is cold. It's exactly what he needs. He sits at the edge of the bed, listening to the soft sounds of you breathing before he falls asleep just like that. Sitting up, hunched over, gripping the sides of the bed.

Desma:

She gives a big stretch, and sniffs the fabric of her clothing before wrinkling her face dramatically. "Ugh, we smell!" Giving her a smack on the shoulder you cry out in mock indignation. "Why are you saying we when you just sniffed yourself?" She let's out a snort before calling out loudly to the innkeeper she shouts, "You throw in baths with the room, or am I to wash myself in a tankard?" The innkeeper gives a gracious smile, and shouts to have baths drawn. With a wink he tosses Desma a key which she dangles at you and you both begin to head upstairs. Desma roles her shoulders, giving you a smile as you walk up the steps. "How lucky are we right? Finding a room during the Brishkar festival!" You nod in agreement, adding while Desma turns the key, "Looks like a pretty decent place to stay out of sight too." When the lock clicks and the door eases open and you step in, what you see gives you both pause. Like you said, it's a decent place. A modest room, with a hearth and even some bread on the table. One bed. Two bath tubs sitting side by side, steaming behind a gauzy partition. Desma turns to you with a wide smile. "And they even included some bread!" Giddy with excitement she walks in to inspect the room. "Ah but they forgot the cheese! No worries, you hop in the tub and I'll go get us some from the kitchen!" With that she practically prances out the door, leaving you to your bath. As soon as the door closes behind her, she slumps against the wall taking deep breaths. It is fine. It is fine. It is fine. The words reverberate in her head like a prayer. She feels like slapping herself. It's not like it'll be the first time you shared a room together. Hell, it won't even be the first time your shared a bed together. But she knows that things are different now. At least for her. She wants you in her bed. She wants to cover you in kisses just so that you know that you're as much her's as she's yours. But you aren't, and she can't. She actually does get the cheese, and when she comes back you're in bed waiting for her. She chats with you from the bath as you eat the bread with the cheese she brought and everything is fine. And she smiles wide, maybe too hard when she joins you in bed and extinguishes the lamp. As you settle close to her, her eyes close but sleep doesn't come. Lying next to you, she can't hold you, at least not the way she wants to. Looking at you, sleeping soundly, she let's out a bitter chuckle. "I'm a fool."

Laverna:

She holds out a coin pouch to the innkeeper. "We are both in need of a room." she says quietly. The innkeeper grins and reaches out for the pouch, but Laverna withdraws her hand quickly and raises her eyebrows at him. "We are also in need of your discretion."

"Of course my lady, you'll hear nothing from this servant." With a knowing smile he takes the coin purse before turning to look you up and down. "I'll also call for baths to be drawn."

It's only a brief wait before he returns with a key. You take it from his hands and lead the way upstairs.

Laverna shrugs her hood off as you both reach the door, letting out a sigh of relief when you turn the key. "Thank heavens they had a room!" her relief is short lived and a wave of worry flits across her face. "Do you think I gave him enough to keep him quiet? What if he recognized me? I'll go pay him a little bit more!"

She moves to head back down stairs but you grab her cloak, keeping her from moving forward. "Easy now, he'll get suspicious if you keep throwing money at him." She lets out a small laugh and looks down as you continue. Grabbing the other side of her cloak as well to pull her a little bit closer, you give her a teasing smile, before giving her hood a tug. "Between this and the fact that I'm sure you aren't the only lady having a dalliance with someone below your station on the night of the Brishkar festival, he probably won't pay us a second thought."

At that she takes in a sharp breath of air and rushes past you and heads inside the room. With a laugh and a shake of your head, you follow her in.

What you see gives you both pause. The room is immaculate, clearly used to having wealthy guests, with soft cushions in front of a large hearth and even a platter stacked with bread, cheese and fruit. Two bath tubs sit side by side, steaming behind a gauzy partition.

And one bed. You turn to look at Laverna, who just stands there. She stares at the bed, mouth slightly parted, lost in thought. Finally she breaks the silence.

Eyes boring holes in the floor, she fiddles with the edge of her cloak before asking, "Would you like to bathe first?" Before you can answer, she hurries out, "Actually, you can bathe, I do not need to! In fact I'm tired, I'll see you in bed!"

With that she crosses the room and practically dives into the bed and nestles deeply under the covers.

Her heart pounds in embarrassment, but there is also the faint thud of hope. She hides her face further under the covers as she hears you slip into the water.

What if we were lovers? She thinks and has to resist the urge to slap herself. But the damage is done. Under the covers she thinks about how things would be if the circumstances were different. If she were to join you in the bath or to bed you. If her hands could trace your body or if she could feel your skin on hers underneath the covers.

She stiffens as you get into bed and softly whisper goodnight to her.

Like a lover. Echos in her head until she can hear your breaths slow to the rhythm of sleep. She hesitantly touches your hand. "Goodnight." she whispers.

Sutek:

"I need a room. Quickly." The innkeeper hurries to hand Sutek a key with shaking hands, which he quickly takes. Grabbing your arm he tugs you up the stairs.

"Easy!" you shout, wincing at the grip on your arm. "It's not like I'm going to run! Neither of us will benefit from being seen tonight."

He let's out a grunt and looks at you with a raised brow, clearly not believing you. Nevertheless, he releases his hold on you, instead turning to unlock the door to the room. When the lock clicks and the door eases open he begins to walk in but stops short, causing you to bump into him. It's a decent place. A modest room, with a hearth and even some bread on the table. One bed. Two bath tubs sitting side by side, steaming behind a gauzy partition. "How generous! Bread and a bath!" You keep your voice light, trying to fend off the growing tension in the room.

Shoulders tense, he glares at the bed and then throws an equally fierce look at the two tubs. He lets out a bone rattling sigh before pulling you into the room and locking the door behind you both. He checks the room. The water in the tub, under the bed, even cautiously looking out of the only window of the room. “If you want to bathe, you can.”

Your eyebrows shoot up and he knows you’re probably surprised. He is too.

“Like you said, neither of us wants to be seen tonight.” He grips the dagger tied in his sash, watching as your eyes flicker from it back to his face, eyebrows still raised. “I don’t think you’ll run.”

With that he turns his back to you and sits on a cushion in front of the fire.

A mistake.

He waits to hear your footfalls, or feel the impact of you slamming into him, instead he hears the rustling of clothing and the slosh of water as you settle into the tub.

Are you actually...bathing?

Shocked he alternates between staring into the fire and out of the window, back firmly towards you. He stiffens when he hears you climb into bed.

Could you really be prepared to sleep in the same room as him?

The sound of your breathing evening out causes him to turn toward you incredulously. There you are, resting peacefully. He doesn’t move, the room silent except for the crackling of the fire and your breathing.

He could join you.

He could be close to you, even if it’s just for the night.

He dwells in these thoughts from his place in front of the fire for the rest of the night.

Sarai:

"We are both in need of a room." she says firmly. The innkeeper shakes his head, his hands raised.

"Dear lady, I would, but we are full."

Sarai narrows her eyes and removes her earrings. The weight of their gold landing on the counter with a thud. She crosses her arms.

"How about now?"

"Of course my lady, whatever you request of this servant." With a knowing smile he takes the coin purse before turning to look you up and down. "I'll also call for baths to be drawn."

It's only a brief wait before he returns with a key. You take it from his hands and lead the way upstairs.

"I loathe price gouging." She scowls as you both head up the stairs.

You laugh and nod, "Oh he could probably smell the money on you, and you throwing jewelry at him didn't help!"

She scoffs but you can see the hint of a smile.

You open the door for her, but what you see gives you both pause. The room is immaculate, clearly used to having wealthy guests, with soft cushions in front of a large hearth and even a platter stacked with bread, cheese and fruit. Two bath tubs sit side by side, steaming behind a gauzy partition.

And one bed. You turn to look at Sarai. She blinks, then blinks again before heading over to the baths.

"Thank the heavens that the water is still hot." She wrinkles her nose at you. "Because we both need a bath."

She pulls you over to the tubs and doesn't look at you when she says, "I think we can both trust our eyes not to wander."

But once in the tub she immediately regrets her bravado. There you are. You and your body, just an arm's length away from her, yet she can't look or touch. Who came up with this?

She takes the quickest bath of her life and dresses in a hurry until she realizes that you fresh from the bath was one thing, you fresh from the bath and in her bed was another.

She moves before she thinks and begins to throw pillows and covers onto the floor.

"You can sleep down there." she calls to you through the partition an seeks refuge under the covers.

But the covers offer no escape, because all the things she wants to do with you, and all of the feelings she has for you are still there, bubbling at the surface.

Nari:

You both ride up to a seemingly abandoned house. Pulling your horses up beside it, Nari takes the initiative to knock, only for the door to creak open.

"At least something will be easy tonight." you sigh, weary from the ride and the night's events.

Nari let's out a grunt in agreement, but still carefully peaks inside. It seems even she couldn't take this turn of good fortune at face value.

Once she pokes her head in, she let's out a soft "Oh no."

You rush to her side to see what has upset her and take in the small one room home. It's a step above poverty stricken. A fire pit, and a table with an old lap are pretty much all that's there. That and a single bed. You turn from the bed and look at Nari, only to find her looking at you, as if in a daze.

"How nice of the owners to have a bed ready for us, right?" You keep your voice light, trying to fend off the growing tension in the room.

“Our bed...”

Your eyebrows shoot up and she blinks rapidly, like she's recovering from a spell.

“I mean, yes—the bed, we could use it—for sleep!” She grips the hilt of her sword and furrows her brow, mentally kicking herself.

Use the bed for sleep? What else is a bed used for, Great Heavenly Architect strike her down now!

The problem is, that she knows what beds are used for besides sleep. And if you both shared a bed...

You could do those together.

With that thought she leaves the small home with a shout of "I'll stand watch!" and a promise of waking you for your turn.

She knows that she won't. Just like she knows that she won't do anything in bed with you. She'll just think about it.

All night.

Vividly.

Great Heavenly Architect strike her down now!

Aretas:

"I sent Isam ahead for a room." Aretas takes your hand and pulls you past the common area of the room, tugging his hood lower as you both head up the stairs.

"Slow down" you laugh, "If you're trying to avoid looking suspicious, then pulling me up the stairs in a cloak isn't the way to do it."

He stops and looks at you sheepishly, but doesn't let go of your hand. "Sorry, it's just it was so hard to find a room, and I've actually never been in an inn." When the lock clicks and the door eases open he begins to walk in but stops short, causing you to bump into him. It's a decent place. A modest room, with a hearth and even some bread on the table. One bed. "Oh, and there's bread? You should give Isam extra coin!" You keep your voice light, trying to fend off the growing tension in the room.

Shoulders tense, he glares at the bed.

"I should give Isam a death sentence." he mutters under his breath. Then he perks up as if something just occurred to him.

"We sleep back to back, that way if anything happens during the night, the other will be alerted!"

When you nod at his suggestion, he has to hold in a sigh of relief.

Please don't suspect his real motivation.

Please don't notice that he just wants your closeness and he'll take what he can get.

He climbs in first, and the moment you pull up the covers he extinguishes the lamp, lest you see the look on his face.

The warmth of your back bleeds through the fabric that separates you both and oh, how he wishes it was gone. He wishes that he wasn't such a coward, that he could turn over and tell you the truth about how he wants you.

But it's weak. It would be weak to lay himself bare before you, but he still wishes he could. And so the night is not filled with sleep for the young king, instead silent wishes and your soft breaths fill his head and heart.

Heka:

"Hello Brother! May we shelter with you tonight?" Heka smiles wildly at the older monk who opened the gate to the isolated temple.

The older monk squints at Heka's smiling face and let's out a reluctant sigh, before opening the door.

"The little brother knows that I can't say no, so why bother with the formalities?" he mutters more to himself than the two of you.

"Come, come. We have one pavilion for guests, but I've already eaten, so don't expect a meal."

Heka simply smiles and gives a bow. "Of course brother, and we are sorry to interrupt you during the festival."

The grumpy monk just sighs and leads you to an overgrown pavilion and leaves you both there without a second glance. Despite the meager lodgings, Heka is brimming with excitement.

"It's truly a blessing to find a place like this. Away from everything!" He doesn't enter the the pavilion, instead he runs up to it, running his hand over the faded walls. "These etchings look like they're from my teacher's time!"

He catches himself and looks at you, amusement dancing in your eyes.

"Oh no Heka, " you hold up your hands with a laugh, "Don't let me interrupt your inspection!"

He laughs and fiddles with his sash. Flustered he turns away from you looks at the pavilion again. "I know it's foolish to be happy about old wood but," he gives a wistful sigh before looking at you again, "it just reminds me of home. Let's go in." The door eases open with a creek and he begins to walk in but stops short, causing you to bump into him. Calling it humble would be being generous. With a small coal pan some bread on the table, meager would be a better term. Oh, and one bed. "Well, the cushions look soft!" You keep your voice light, trying to fend off the growing tension in the room.

Heka slowly turns toward you, eyes closed and a tight smile on his face. “I need to join my brother in prayer. We must chant and pray for the festival. You—you stay here, and rest well!”

"Should I join you—"

"No, no! Monk business!" with that he dashes out the door.

Heka runs through the overgrown temple, not to the other monk and certainly not to you. Under the moon he rests under a tree, feet still but his mind still racing.

It's a sin to lie, but these thoughts that he has for you can't be permitted either. He respects you, but as he imagines how it would feel to caress you under those covers, to breath you in, he knows that respect isn't all he has for you.

He wants to share your warmth, he wants to be yours and for you to be his.

Want.

The chill of the night feels like the only thing keeping him from igniting.

#Honor Amongst Thieves #ROs #answered asks #Merikh #Desma #Laverna #Sutek #Sarai #Nari #Aretas #Heka #All Ros #scenarios #if wip #interactive fiction #hat if #there was only one bed #and there was only one bed #one bed

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