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wrinkledparchment · 5 years

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[ Chilly Nights ]

Summary: Marcus sneaks out every other night to go to the one place he can truly call home, your apartment. It’s just you and Markus, and a group of people that wanted to know what you two were up to. Covered in a blanket on a chilly night, you both find a way to feel the warmth.

Word Count: 1,185

A/N: This is like,, surface level romance without any angst or deep stuff or philosophy and I kinda don’t like it but it’s fineee. The next one I write for Marcus might be a statement on classism or something idk. But just have some fluff for now : )

Warnings: None, just fluff ~

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CHILLY nights. Clouds of breath. City lights. Marcus could get used to this. All that could be heard were echoes of the streets, loud music from nearby pubs, and the creak of metal whenever Marcus shifted his weight.

He fiddled with his hands in the pockets of his school uniform, attempting to warm his frozen fingers. He stood on the fire escape for a few minutes, waiting for you to answer his knock. Marcus was starting to get impatient.

Eventually, Marcus decided to knock again. The cold winds blew on his jacket as his fingers wrapped against the window for the second time. The window was pushed open quickly, almost too quickly and your curtains blew in the wind.

Your gleeful smile lit up the entire starless sky of San Francisco and Marcus couldn’t help but smile back. His eyes lit up at the sight of you, the overwhelming feeling of your presence that suffocated Marcus until he was breathless, until his heart was too engulfed in you to beat.

It was a sickening, nauseating, painful feeling and yet, he begged for more. He snuck out of dorms, evaded gangs, jumped fences, and climbed 6 stories of fire escape stairs to see you. The one who kept his heart warm through all the cold he’d endured over the ages.

He was in a constant ice age, and you were a small fire, a beckoning flame that encapsulated his attention, his heart, and fed him warmth, love, and most importantly, hope. How had you burned so long, Marcus did not know. All he knew was that you always were. Since the first time he’d met you, til this very moment.

Though he’d never said it, though he refused to acknowledge his weakness, you were a need. He loved you with all his heart and the boy knew that he needed you. King’s Dominion was a harsh, frozen place, full of falling icicles and bitter winds. Without you, there would only be that.

So as he snuck out for the first time, his roommate noticed the signature creak of the door, and Marcus’ fully dressed silhouette slinking out of the room, backpack slung over his shoulder. Marcus, throughout all of his time on the streets, had managed to perfect the art of silent footsteps.

He was quieter than a mouse, thankfully, and got out of King’s Dominion without a hitch. Of course, the Headmaster knew, but he did not question. He simply waited, simply sat and watched as the boy walked out, fidgeting with the King’s Dominion patch until it was covered.

Marcus complained as he laid his head against your shoulder as you brushed through his curls. He vented about everything in King’s Dominion, even though you weren’t supposed to know, but how could he keep a secret from his only confidant?

And then he left. Because he had to. Because he needed to sleep, and eat, and do his homework, and attend class. He finally had a home, after all those years on the streets. He had friends, not just one, and he had a reason to wake up.

He didn’t have you those days, he was scared, confused, and vulnerable. As soon as he had showered, as soon as he could clear his head and look presentable for you, he came running back. Thank god he did, because you missed him too.

So he came back, slinked out of the dorms, evaded gangs, jumped fences, and climbed six stories. And he did it again. And again. And again. You would clean up his wounds, you would comfort him, and you would hold him.

So he returned, every other night, albeit as it became a routine, he stopped being quiet, stopped trying to be sly. His footsteps were louder, the door creaks more obvious, and overall he was more obvious. His roommate caught on, Billy caught on, eventually Maria and Saya caught on too.

Tonight was another chilly night he’d snuck out, not realizing that someone had followed him. He didn’t bother to look around him constantly; he was caught on the thought of seeing you, of wrapping his arms around you and never letting go.

You climbed out your window quickly, pulling a blanket along with you, as you sat down on the creaking metal of the fire escape stairs. Marcus, without a word, sat down next to you and let you drape the blanket over his shoulder as well. You leaned your head against his shoulder, and Marcus smiled.

The group squatted behind a car, watching through the dirty windows. They saw the two of you, and two of them grimaced, while a few smiled. The two of you looked happy. Genuinely happy.

“Anything to complain about tonight, Marcus?” your gentle voice blew through the wind. He just barely shook his head, just enough for you to feel it but not enough to see, before he spoke.

“Not anymore,” he mumbles in response, a sleepy undertone to them. Stress-free. Relaxed, even. Tonight he didn’t need comfort, he didn’t need to vent, he didn’t need to cry. He needed you by his side. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Not anymore? What does that mean?” you questioned, your hand moved to rest on his knee, and he looked down at you. Your confused face was highlighted by the moon, grid-like shadows from the floor above dancing across your face. He smiled down at you.

Your lips were close enough to touch, still reluctant. You were not his girlfriend. You were a confidant, a support, and a friend. But he knew there was more to it than that, and something told him that you knew, too.

“As long as I have you, I don’t need anything more. You’re like a home to me, I feel comfy, and I just want to stay here forever.” Your head tilted towards his, giving him a sincere look filled with warmth, tenderness, love.

There was a slight lilt to your lips as you smiled, as your cheeks flushed and your eyelids fluttered. Your lips were touching now, only enough to brush up against each other a bit, barely any friction. They already felt soft.

“Just kiss already, dammit,” Billy muttered under his breath from his position behind the old car. Maria and Saya looked towards him, warning him with their eyes, but there was something other than a warning there. Maybe a little bit of hurt.

“I love you,” Marcus muttered against your lips and spoke it right into your mouth, giving you the right words to speak back to him.

“I love you, too, Marcus,” you prayed against his skin and allowed the words to sink in before you pressed forward, sucked his lips and rested your hands against his cheekbones. You were careful to avoid his wounds.

His lips were chilled, raw and somewhat chapped while yours were soft and tasted like strawberries. You wouldn’t give it up for the world. Releasing and speaking every feeling he gave you into the contact, you smiled so wide he couldn’t kiss you anymore. On that chilly night, you were both warm.

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pbandjesse · 5 years

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Emotionally i am having a tough night. I am just feeling bad about myself physically and I just am feeling low. It sucks. I am so ready to move and I'm excited to start taking classes like skating again. I feel so tried and sore and bad inside and i know its been a lot because im emotionally exhausted and just eating because I cant do anything else. It sucks. It will get better but it sucks right now.

Today was mostly good though. But there were parts that lead to me being so emotional. I slept okay. It was still hard to wake up. Dnd last night was fun and didn't go to late. And when I got up in the morning James made us a very nice hashbrown breakfast and I felt pretty good.

I had a good ride to work. Got there early, worked on some stuff. I added fabric to my new shorts. Very cute.

It was a fairly okay day, though i am really running out of steam. Im trying not to let it influence the kids to much but I am tired. During yoga we had some good stretches and inversions. Lots of laughs.

Art was good. I had Bre'Asia crying on my chest cause a boy called her dumb. And so we dealt with our feelings and apologies were made. As was Art. And the kids did a really good job cleaning the room.

During reading I read a fascinating long form article about the possible euthanasia of 45 hospital patients that happend during Katrina. It was wild and tooj me most of the morning to read through. But it was worth it. It was wild.

We skateboarded a bunch and it was very fun. Kids got snowballs at the end for $1. We had a good time. Lots of hugs.

Stem was where the issues laid. I was teaching. I had the kids researching about bones. But a bunch of them had sometimes fron recess and most were sitting with my coteacher and chilling. That's fine. Their body thing won't have bones I guess.

But then she yelled at me??? I let the kids on laptops who were drawing their bones listen to music. And she yelled at me for it!!! Like are you serious. I was just so mad. The disrespect in front of the entire class. And then they tried to inturup my instructions to use Google to research because they "had done enough researching yesterday" when they had watched a childrens video. Why are you telling them to do it differently. Then my instructions??? The googling it to help them learn to google. Which is a skill!! I had to have a conversation with my boss later because if this wasn't the last week I would not be willing to work with them anymore. Cause its ridiculous.

It upset me pretty bad. I wanted to be alone.i vented at Marcus a bit. He made me feel a little better. But I just wanted to take the bus ans be quiet by myself.

But of course a creepy guy made me uncomfortable the whole ride. He told me to sit next to him. On the empty bus. I said no. But it was all questions about what i like to eat and where i work and if i have kids. I just wanted to be alone.

He stopped bothering me eventually. And i got off the bus and biked home. I got a shower, and felt a bit better.

Until I stepped on a pretty sizable piece of glass. Super cool. Got blood everywhere.

James came home. I had a snack before he got here. Which was good because we were meeting his parents for dinner but we didnt know when. I didnt love the lack of plan but it was fine. Eventually his sister and cousin came and got us. And we were off.

First ti his parents house. Drinks and talking. Then to Hamden for Mexican. And it was so good. I had a realy good time talking teaching with his sister, who just finished school to become a teacher, and his cousin who is goofy and sweet and into cosplay and some of the goofy stuff I like.

I had way to much to eat. It was all so good though and i had a lot of fun. Even if i was to full and felt kind of bad.

Us youngins all got back to the apartment so his cousin could meet sweetp. His sister is still very funny and uncomfortable around the cat. She talks to him in a business casual voice and it makes me laugh.

They left not long after. I repacked my bag for the beach. And then spiraled into sadness and cried for a while. But im okay now, just very tired.

My new book and my blue light blocking glasses came and i like them a lot! Very good purchase. Ignore my red nose from the crying. Still cute.

Camp tomorrow. Possibly the last teaching day?? Unclear. Still going into it with a positive attitude. I hope tomorrow i feel better. And i hope you all have a good time.

Goodnight everyone.

#ootd #work #babe #selfie #art #tired #tuesday

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Not One Of You Anymore: Part 19

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John Murphy x Griffin!Reader

Word count: 2867

Warnings: Cage being creepy

Y/N: Your Name

Summary: You weren’t meant to be born but you were so when you were ten your mom and the Chancellor sent you to the ground as a test for the 100

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John’s POV

It’s been two days since we’ve been to the grounder camp. We were all back at ‘Camp Jaha’ as they called it and no one really wanted me there. I couldn’t blame them but I wanted to find Y/N just as much as her sister did. I had been drinking since we got back because what else was there to do? They weren’t gonna let us go out and try and find our friends by ourselves so I decided to just drink.

“Ah, check it out. Salvaged Monty’s still from the dropship.” I said sitting next to Clarke.

“Now, I guess, you know, if they could just salvage Monty, huh? Heh.” I said trying to lighten the mood but Clarke gave me a look.

“Easy, it was just a joke.” I said and looked at Finn, who also gave me a look.

“Okay. You tell her we’re cleared?” I asked him.

“No.” Finn said.

“Well, looks like our pardon for surviving includes our time on the ground. Now bigger fish to fry, I guess.” I said.

“We did what we had to do.” Finn said and Clarke just looked at him.

“I gotta go.” He said in an annoyed tone and got up.

“Trouble in paradise?” I asked.

“Just because they pardoned you, doesn’t mean I have.” Clarke said.

“Okay. I just want to find Y/N okay?” I said and she just looked at me.

“I don’t know what she sees in you.” She said and I chuckled.

“You and me both.” I said leaning back in the chair.

“Clarke.” Raven said coming up to the table.

“Beat it, Murphy.” She said and got up.

“Well, then, have a good one.” I said and left.

Y/N’S POV

It’s been two days and I wasn’t allowed to leave this room without Cage. I was forced to share a bed with him and if I did comply, which I didn’t the first night, he would call in the guards and have me sedated. There was no use fighting, I wasn’t strong enough. They must have kept me drugged or something because I was weaker than normal. I wouldn’t have been able to fight off Cage in the first place but he still had me sedated just in case. I quickly learned that he had a thing for me. He wouldn’t let me see my friends unless it was at a meal, he wouldn’t let me talk to anyone (besides my friends at a meal), he would always keep his hand on my waist when we were walking together, and he would kiss my cheek and neck while I was laying next to him. I think he would even try to do things with me but I wasn’t a 100% sure. I was scared. For the first time since I was ten I was scared. Cage was out of the room and I was stuck in here with the art supplies. I was painting the outside world, but not anything that would tell them where more of my people were. When I couldn’t paint anymore because the colors were drying I went to sketching. I would sketch anything I could think of, but it always went back to John… The sketchbook I was given was mostly drawings of him. I missed him, yet, I hardly knew him.

Lexa’s POV

One of the Sky people gunned down people in one of our villages. We had two of their people locked up. I was to make a decision on what to do with them, but I wanted to observe them first. I would go undercover in their cell to see how they acted, that is what we were doing right now. I was dressed as a normal person, they would see me as a weak young girl. Some of my men went in and they grabbed one of them and started punching him.

“Stop. We came in peace.” The other said but they didn’t stop.

“We came in peace. Please!” He shouted and they lifted him up. I was in the back acting scared by these actions. I was holding a pitcher of water to give to them, but only when I was “ordered” to. Gustus looked at me and gave me a nod to pour the water. I pretend to limp closer to them to pour the water.

“You speak of peace, while you send an assassin into one of my villages.” Gustus said.

“What are you talking about?” One of the men asked.

“Blood. Must have blood.” Gustus said to the two and he pulled out a knife.

“On of you will die here today, but the other’s hand. I will hear the terms of your surrender, from the man who lives.” He said and dropped the knife.

“Comgets osir when em’s odon.” (Fetch us when it’s done) He said to me and I gave a small nod to keep up the act. After that they left. The two men sat against the wall of the cell and started at the knife.

“They want us to turn on each other.” One of them said.

“They want justice.” I said and they looked at me. Even though I wasn’t facing them, I could feel them looking at me.

“Lives have been lost on both sides.” The other growled and I looked at him.

“That’s why we need to end this war!” He shouted and slammed his jacket on the ground. I flinched to make it seem like I was weak. The other one got up and walked over to me, I pretended to be scared. He crouched down to my level and I looked away.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Lexa.” I answered not looking at him.

“Lexa. I’m Thelonious. This is Marcus.” He said and I looked at him.

“Your Commander spoke of an assassin in a village.” He said.

“Yes. Eighteen of our people were murdered. Elders. Children.” I said and he looked at Marcus.

“We had nothing to do with that.” Marcus said.

“It doesn’t matter. The Commander thinks you did. One of you must pick up the knife. That is our way.” I said.

“And if we refuse?” Thelonious asked.

“Then the Commander will use it to slit both of your throats.” I answered and he nodded.

Y/N’s POV

Cage had come back and told me that Jasper was out of the hospital wing. He told me Maya was okay as well. I was happy that he was okay and I really wanted to go see him.

“Can I go see him?” I asked and he shook his head.

“No, I’m sorry.” He said and I frowned.

“Why?” I asked annoyed.

“Because, you’re my special girl.” He said with a smile and brushed my hair away from my neck.

“W-what?” I asked and cursed myself for letting fear be in my voice.

“No need to be afraid Y/N, I just don’t want anyone to corrupt you. You’re mine.” He said and he placed his lips on mine. My eyes widened and I tried to push him off me but he grabbed my wrist and kept my hands planted on his chest.

“We’ll be together till the end, Y/N.” He said when he pulled away and I just smiled trying not to look scared out of my mind. I didn’t want to die and I wasn’t strong enough to fight anyone off. They were definitely keeping me weak.

“I have to go, I’ll come back when it’s dinner time.” He said and I nodded with a smile.

“Okay…” I said and he kissed me again, then left.

Monty’s POV

Jasper gathered all of us in our room and started talking about how we needed to help these people. All of us were against it, none of us wanted to go through puking for three days like he did. He told us that they said the procedure wouldn’t have that happen. That he was a special case. No one wanted to help him.

“Come on. They gave us cake. I got a sign-up sheet. If you’d-” He said but cut himself off since everyone else left.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“What?” He asked

“When did you start working for them?” I asked and he rolled his eyes.

“You know what? Never mind. Now that you’re better, we’re going after Clarke.” I said and Maya walked in.

“Of course, right on time.” I said annoyed.

“Hey guys. Jasper, I’m so glad to see you’re feeling better.” She said with a smile but held up a notebook that said ‘ACT NORMAL. THEY’RE LISTENINg!!!!’

“Thanks, I am.” Jasper said and she turned the page. It said ‘THE BREACH WASN’T AN ACCIDENT! FOLLOW ME!’.

“You look, um, rested.” Jasper said.

“Hey, it’s pizza day. Heh. Who’s hungry?” She said and walked out of the room. We followed her to a large room.

“We don’t have much time, but we can talk freely here.” Maya said.

“What the hell is going on?” Jasper asked and she started crying.

“Maya?” He asked.

“I’m sorry.” She said.

“About what? What do you mean it wasn’t an accident?” He asked.

“She means they exposed her to radiation on purpose. I’m betting it was to get you to agree to be her blood brother.” I said with an annoyed tone. Maya nodded.

“I knew it. Clarke was right.” I said.

“Monty, be quiet.” Jasper said.

“Did you know about this?” He asked.

“No.” She said shaking her head.

“Why would they do that to you?” He asked.

“Because the standard treatment sucks compared to you.” She answered.

“That’s what Dante said.” Jasper said.

“What’s the standard treatment?” I asked.

“Through there.” She said pointing behind her. She walked and we followed her to a vent. We looked in and saw cages of people, Grounders.

“Oh my God…” Jasper said shocked.

“Are those all Grounders?” He asked.

“Wait a second. Why are you showing us this?” I asked Maya.

“Because I’m afraid.” She said.

“Of what?” Jasper asked.

“That you’re next.” She said.

“Who else knows about this?” He asked.

“Everyone. Nobody talks about it. We learn not to ask questions. Look, without the treatments, we’d die. What are we supposed to do?” She asked.

“Die.” I said and turned around.

“We have to get out of here. Dante said we could leave right?” I asked.

“He was lying. He knew I’d be too scared to leave. Just like he knew I’d do what had to be done to save Maya.” Jasper said.

“So we don’t ask. If Clarke got out, we can too.” I said.

“You’ll never make it. Ever since Clarke disappeared, security all around the mountain has been increased.” Maya said.

“We have to try.” I said.

“Look we’re not leaving. I won’t leave the others behind.” Jasper said and I sighed a little.

“Not if it means they end up in there.” He said pointing to the vent.

“What choice do we have?” I asked.

“We volunteer.” He said.

Lexa’s POV

The to men still haven’t picked up the knife and killed one. They didn’t want to, but they had to. Blood must have blood.

“This has gone on long enough. There has to be some other way to resolve this. Something we haven’t thought of yet.” Thelonious said.

“There isn’t.” I said.

“She’s right. They’re not budging.” Marcus said.

“We can offer a trade. These people are primitive. I’ve seen how they live. Our technology, our medicine. All we’d ask for in return is peace.” Thelonious said.

“If we truly want peace, they told us how to get it.” Marcus said.

“Through murder?” Thelonious asked.

“Through sacrifice.” Marcus said. He understood, parlty. He got up and picked up the knife.

“Marcus, what are you doing?” Thelonious asked.

“If we don’t make a choice, then we’ll both die.” He said then looked at me.

“And the killing won’t end.” He added and stood up facing Thelonious.

“There’s only one way out of this.” He said and walked towards Thelonious. He held the knife up to him for him to take.

“You have to kill me.” He said and I was a little shocked.

“You have to do this. It’s our only choice.” He said.

“Kane, no.” Thelonious said.

“They respect strength. Let’s show them ours.” Marcus said.

“I said, no.” Thelonious said and I watched the two men.

“You did not order the massacre.” Thelonious said.

“Not that one.” Marcus said.

“Marcus, you don’t need redemption. The choice we made on the Ark was about survival. We did what we had to so that the human race could survive.” Thelonious said.

“The human race was already surviving.” Marcus said.

“Then we did it for our people.” Thelonious said.

“Yes, and now we must do this. It’s the only way.” Marcus said.

“Not gonna happen.” Thelonious said. There was a long pause and the men just looked at each other.

“You’re a good man, Thelonious. I won’t let you die for me.” Marcus said. Marcus took the knife and sliced his own arm.

“Marcus, no!” Thelonious said and grabbed the deep cut. He put the man on the ground and the knife was out of his hand.

“Come on. Help us, please. Please.” Thelonious said to me. I ripped off a piece of cloth and handed it to him.

“Thank you.” He said and wrapped up the other man’s arm.

“I told you, we didn’t come all this way to die.” He said and finished wrapping the man’s arm. He grabbed the knife and then me. He held the knife to my throat.

“Thelonious, no.” Marcus said.

“I choose to live.” Thelonious said. My four men walked in

“Take off these chains.” Thelonious ordered them.

“Thelonious, please. She’s just an innocent girl.” Marcus said getting up

“Em don sad klin. Disha won’s ain” (He made his choice. This one’s mine.) I said. I punched Thelonious in the face, knocked him to the ground, grabbed the knife, and held it to his throat.

“Okay…” He breathed. I looked up at Marcus and he started at me shocked. I got up and turned to my men.

“Ai don sen in chit bilaik ai gaf sen in.” (I’ve heard what I needed to hear.) I said and my men bowed.

“Yedn, Heda.” (Yes, Commander) They said. One of them took the knife and Gustus game me my armor.

“You’re the Commander?” Marcus asked.

“I’ve learned much about you. It’s clear your intentions are honorable. Your desire for peace is true.” I said and he nodded.

“Breik em au.” (Free him.) I ordered and they did.

“Later we will talk. In the meantime, your friend will be used to send a message.” I said and looked down at Thelonious.

“No.” Marcus said. Two of them started beating Thelonious while the another grabbed Marcus.

“No, stop! Stop! Stop, please!” Marcus begged. They lifted him up and out of the cell.

“The massacre must be answered. Blood must have blood.” I said. They would know to leave our territory.

Y/N’s POV

Cage returned when it was time for dinner as promised. I looked around but saw that a lot of my friends weren’t here. I looked up at Cage and he smiled at me.

“Where’s all my friends?” I asked worried.

“They volunteered to help with treatment.” He answered and I nodded.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be alright.” He said and kissed my cheek.

“Go on and be with your friends and eat.” He said and I nodded again. I sat next to Jasper and he smiled.

“Is everyone okay?” I asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, we’re just helping everyone out.” He said with a smile.

“You should too.” He added and I shrugged.

“I don’t think Cage would let me…” I said and looked down.

“He wants me to be his…” I said quietly and Jasper looked at me shocked.

“Can’t you fight him off?” He asked worried and I shook my head.

“No… I think he’s drugging me and keeping me weak, I don’t know how.” I said and Jasper sighed.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you out of here.” He whispered and I nodded.

Monty’s POV

After the treatment we went back to our room. Jasper came in a turned the music up so they wouldn’t hear us when we talked. He came over and sat near us.

“Okay, it’s safe to talk.” He said.

“We bought ourselves some time. But we need to recruit the others. Only people we trust.” He said.

“How much more time are we buying here exactly?” Miller asked.

“Long enough for Clarke to break us out.” I said.

“We don’t even know if Clarke’s still alive.” Harper said.

“She has to be.” Jasper said.

“Then she better hurry the hell up.” Miller said and we all nodded.

“I saw Y/N, she said Cage was drugging her. She said he wants her to himself. She scared.” Jasper told us.

“Y/N, the Grounder girl is scared?” Miller asked.

“She can’t fight, they’re keeping her weak.” Jasper said and I looked at him worried.

“Clarke really better hurry then.” I said and everyone nodded.

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Okay, dude, look. Few, if anyone, are actually saying that Rey being Luke's daughter or that any characters related by blood are poorly written. It's more the whole "I am your father" twist that they were hoping the Sequel Trilogy wouldn't retread over. I mean, I absolutely do think that Rey should've bonded with Luke like he became more of a father figure through training together. That said, being blood related... well, it would've been cool but I'd hardly say it should've been mandatory.

I mean, I know that fans should vent about what a movie fell short in but I feel like a lot of your complaints run the gambit between "wanting Star Wars tropes for the sake of Star Wars tropes" and "tropes that would've flowed more naturally in the narrative." Was Canto Bight really in need of disguises? Is Rose's unseen mechanical knowledge really a point worth getting hung up over? Are your comparisons of TLJ to other media really in context as you think they are?

The blood-relation wasn’t mandatory by any means, but the problem is that the story treated Rey being not-related as some sort of huge reveal, and then treated the whole “anyone can use the Force” thing as some sort of new groundbreaking thing...which, after years and years of stories and sagas featuring all sorts of new characters, comes off as a “yeah...and?” sort of thing. Lucasfilm’s follow-up reinforcement has only been more of an eyeroll-inducer. “We wanted to show that anyone could have the Force!” Yeah, that’s why Finn heard the screams from the planet and was marketed with the lightsaber, but I guess only white people can use the Force (check the numbers in The Last Jedi, it’s a 100% ratio, only exception possibly being Maz) and that’s the point of Rey’s arc.

As for the following questions:

“Was Canto Bight really in need of disguises?” Yes, because this is something that happens in every story. How many editors would just raise their eyebrows and say “How did they get into this fancy establishment, aren’t there guards outside? A check-in list? A dress code?” This is basic writing stuff, space or no--any TV show writers’ group would have ping-ponged that idea back so fast they would have already started sketching Finn’s tuxedo before the first cup of coffee cooled (the fact that concept art revealed that they CONSIDERED having disguises means that they just decided No One Would Question This). It’s called realism and world-building--if I can get turned away from an Italian restaurant because I’m wearing a t-shirt and jeans, I’m not getting into an upscale casino without good-looking attire, or some sort of proof that I have money (yes, casinos want to take your money but they also WANT YOU TO HAVE MONEY TO TAKE). This is why it’s much more common to have characters go into seedy dive bars like Mos Eisley or the places Lando was hanging out in--because no one bothers to look at you and the writers don’t have to worry about covering these bases. If you want your characters to enter a place filled with out-of-touch rich people, you have to make sure that commoners can’t get in-touch with the rich people. Because rich people don’t like being touched by people without money.

“Is Rose’s unseen mechanic knowledge really a point worth getting hung up over?” Not really, but I get hung up on a lot of other things, and sometimes it’s interesting to dive down to the other parts. It also exposes a lot of previous actions in the Original Trilogy, and cinema in general; Leia the diplomat flouts her credentials and tries to professionally talk her way out of the situation by citing legalities and threatening Senate action. Luke the farmer cleans up the droids so they can help with the farming and talks about the harvest. Han the smuggler makes a deal to sneak the droids off-world. Chewbacca the copilot hits the buttons. C-3PO the translator droid translates thing. Artoo the astromech fixes things. Lando the Baron Administrator orders everyone to evacuate the city. Boba Fett the bounty hunter hunts the bounties. This ain’t just Star Wars, either--Indiana Jones teaches classes, Marcus Brody investigates death on the beach, Alan Grant digs up bones and applies his knowledge, Claire Dearing checks in on how the park is doing, Ellen Ripley pulls her rank and recites procedure on the mining vessel and drives a power loader in the second movie...the list goes on and on. The point is, while Sarah Conner’s waitressing abilities don’t exactly provide her with some solution to killing the evil robot, her job puts her out of the house and into the line of fire in order to move the plot along.

It’s too late to fix The Last Jedi, but by pointing out the flaws, it lets writers know what to do. If your character is a mechanic, I expect that to come up at some point--either they fix things or it affects their schedule. Rose could have just as easily been a fighter pilot who was on a different shift from her sister and wasn’t cleared to fly and was put below so she could not do anything stupid while she’s potentially emotionally compromised; a simple line change and you’re set. Yeah, the mechanic thing is a bit of background enrichment, but it doesn’t help with the generic nature of her character (and you don’t know how much it hurts me to complain about her because Kelly Marie Tran is a BLESSING and Rose Tico was going to be my Favorite Character I bought her and her sister on Force Friday I was so excited to have them but the fact is I love Rose Tico in everything except The Last Jedi where she was, presumably, out of character like everybody else).

It’s also just a good foil to show the tight writing in other things that you might otherwise take for granted.

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The shit tessa puts up with chapter II

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The prestigious Woodside Institute founded in 1912 by our founder the prestigious Michael Woodside. Mr. Woodside had a dream, where young men could be shaped into future leaders, politicians engineers and scientists. It wasn't till 1960 that women could join but our goal stayed the same to shape future leaders, politicians, engineers, pro players, chiefs, scientists and so on. Here we hold both college and high school classes to help fast track them into the real world. Students are given many freedoms, such as having private studios, for art, software design, engineering, and so. Classes are held all day and in lecture halls, the classes are large but students find that laid back nature of how the teachers are and not feeling pressure or stress they excal. Students can pick and choose to go to classes and all assignments and tests are emailed, mental health days are allowed.

Connor found the informant to be interesting and yet not so at the same time. He could see the appeal as to why hank gave this place a glowing remarks and why tessa liked going here, but to him it was nothing special. Connor examining the building it was definitely an old building but had been updated to fit the more morden times. Hank had asked Connor to take the car and pick up tessa something about a family dinner, Hank was back at the station finishing the days paperwork and logging the evidence from there latest homicide case.

Connor headed into the front lobby and was meet with a AP400 model named stacey at the front desk, it seemed she was the school secretary.

“Hello and welcome to the Woodside Institute how may I help you?” She greets in and warm and welcoming tone.

“Yes, good afternoon stacey. My name is Connor and I'm here to pick up Tessa Anderson.” Connor tells her. Lacey gave him a warm smile.

“Aww yes. Lieutenant Anderson called to let us know that you were coming. Miss. Anderson is in her studio. Studio 578 you leave this building and go to the larger brick building out back, it has a sign saying studio out front.” As she printed Connor a tag that said ‘visitor' on it.

“Thank you stacey.” Connor says leaving putting the tag on.

“Have a nice day connor.”

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Connor found the building easy enough, and quickly located tessa studio. The building seemed to share a very simple layout. The hall had marble floors with a high ceiling and on either side were sliding doors, each door was numbered, with a keypad and a name on the side.

As he went down the hall on the fifth floor he stopped. Hovering in the air was a sleek looking drone, the drone was using its laser to write something into the empty space on the wall.

‘ Fuck you Jason!’ it wrote, Connor wasn't sure who Jason was or why the drone was writing this but he soon got his answer.

“ADAM YOU DICK!” Someone yells, that someone was around eighteen the same age as tessa. The person had slicked back black hair with dark green eyes, the opposite of tessa light green eyes. He was wearing a white lab coat and looked ready to kill. The door to Connor left opened and out stepped who connor assumed was Adam.

Adam had dirty blonde hair done in a sloppy man bun with hazel eyes with a hint of mischief in them. His shirt had spots of clay on it, in his hand was tablet.

“Fuck off Jason you can't prove shit.” Adam lazy states as he leaned against the door frame.

Jason let out a snort and his eye twitched, “Stop hacking my drones!” Adam puckered his lips and then spoke.

“No.” Jason eye twitched again, now if either of the three men took note they would have seen the door to tessa studio door open wearing one of hanks old nirvana shirts with spots of paint.

Connor watched as she threw something at Jason. It was a water balloon, the balloon landed on Jason head with a wet splat and exploded on impact covering Jason head in dark blue paint. Adam started to laugh so hard he was crying. Tessa let out a hum and strolled over to adam,

“Oh adam.” She coos.

“Yea what's up tess?” He asks wiping away tears, as Tessa gave him a mischievous smile as she slapped both sides of his face with a wet spalt, there was look of horror and disgust on adam face, as she covered his whole face and neck in dark blue paint.

“There much better.” As she drew a smiley face on his check. “Now stop stealing Jason fucking drone and let me work in peace.” She hisses digging her nails into his face.

“You got it, hey there's a plastic here to see you.” Adam tells her pointing behind tessa, as she let go of his. Tessa face light up.

“Hey connor.” Tessa smiles pulling a stained cloth from the back pocket of her jeans, and she began cleaning her hands.

“Good afternoon tessa, what was that about?” Connor asks watching adam and jason leave. Jason now with his drone and Adam not looking happy.

“Oh? That yea don’t worry about that, come on in.” Tessa smiles heading in her studio, Connor followed tessa into the studio was hit with the overwhelming smell of paint, charcoal, and lead. The room was large and square shaped, the floor had large trap covering it, while the walls were painted in murals from the previous students. The ceiling was high with both a fan and a vent, and in the back was an open window.

To Connor, right was long tan colored couch by the couch was a coat rack on it was tessa shoulder bag, jacket and hat, at the far end was a sleek black mini refrigerator. The rest of the room had shelves upon shelves of art supplies from paint cans, to paint bottles, brushes and ect there was even an industrial sink. There was one sole counter top that had a once white sheet that hosted a cornucopia models on it. Blank canvas dotted the room some by the couch, some under the window and ect.

“You like my vent piece?” Tessa asks washing her hands. That got to connor to look closer at the canvas that was dead center in the room, there had to be over dozen shapes on it. From circles, to squares, to hourglasses, triangles, polygons, hexagons, pentagons, trapezoids, octagons and a few hearts.

“I thought you hated math?” He asks, tessa let out a groan, as she went over to the min refrigerator and pulled a smoothie and flopping down on the couch.

“I do but, sometimes I need to vent so I finger pain shapes.” Tessa explains with a shrug, “You want to draw?” As she took a sip from the smoothie. The question took Connor off guard.

“You wouldn’t mind?” Connor asks staring at the cans, and then at the canvas, he had been feeling off. In the months following marcus peaceful revolution,Connor felt out of place, he was happy with Hank, tessa his job but yet there was this small nagging feeling in the back of his head, maybe he had virus. He would be lying if he didn’t think that the offer wasn’t very tempting.

“I know working with the DPD and Gavin can be very stressful, going after all these people who have done such awful things, the revolution, going against cyber ife, it's stressful. Go ahead and vent if you need, we understand. This is just how I unwind. We all need ways to vent and express ourselves.” Tessa explains. Connor wanted to take tessa up on her offer but in the end didn't.

“Maybe next time tessa we should go your uncle is waiting for us.”

“Alright let's head out.” Tessa smirks grabbing her bag and started to leave

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#The shit tessa puts up with #DBH #dbh connor #DBH OC #dbh fanfic #detroit become human #Detroit become human fan fiction #swearing #connor is a good boy #world building

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Every King Needs a Queen Chapter 6: Secrets and Memories

Prologue <-------------> Previous Chapter

A pleasant, greasy smell drifted through the vents and the cracks of her bedroom door, tickling her nose with delight. Her stomach bubbled, then growled causing the sleeping young woman to wither slightly with discomfort. With an annoyed groan rumbling up her throat, she pushed her body up with a heave. She sat up for a moment, allowing her brain some time to catch up to her surroundings. She brought her thin hands up to her salted eyes and rubbed the stinging away. She became all too aware that she had once again cried in her sleep.

It didn't matter how nice things were with Landon, or that this has been the happiest week of her life. No matter what she did, nightmares plagued her mind like a virus that she couldn't cure. Visions of her past sins followed by the angst she had put her family and friends in this past week kept guilting her during her slumber. She recalled the moment she killed that monster, Marcus Cassidy, his name bringing up bile in her throat even as she simply thought it. She remembered the thrilling feeling that coursed through her veins as she ripped into his. Like an addict reaching a new high, she had crackled in a wicked laughter and looked unto him with crimson eyes that burned with the fires of Hell. Oh, how intoxicated she felt as his screams filled his bloodied mansion that was now the place of a massacre. This was all she felt at that moment. It was like having someone crack her open, pour out her humanity, and then leave behind her demonic shell. Only that someone was a terrible cook because they threw away her good parts and left behind the shell.

Another cramp of her stomach, followed by a loud, gurgling noise made her realize why she was thinking in terms of food. With a deep inhale of air, she could practically taste the meaty flavors of the bacon being grilled just down the hall. The smell alone filled her with life and she quickly changed out of her pajamas and into a nice, lime-green blouse with matching black slacks and a black blazer. She completed the outfit with a pair of bright green heels that matched her blouse, then went to her vanity mirror to fix her hair into a nice bun. When she finished she paused to take in her reflection. She almost didn't recognize the person looking back at her. Back home, the only time she wore civilian clothes was when she had a day off. Leaving her silky black dress and velvet green cloak folded neatly on her dresser, while she was preparing to go to work felt wrong. Then again, her "work" wasn't exactly right.

Shaking her head free of those thoughts, she used her magic to sink into the chair she had sat in and reappeared into the open concept living room, where she was greeted with a bizarre sight. It wasn't something she hadn't seen before, she's seen it 8 times to be exact, but each time still baffled her. In the kitchen at the stove with his back toward her was a neatly dressed Landon, humming to a tone she didn't recognize. He had out a pan that he was currently using to scramble a couple of eggs. To his right, sitting on the counter, was a waffle maker surrounded by waffle ingredients and a bowl half-full of the batter. In the oven, the strips of bacon she had smelt before popped and cracked as the heat warmed them up.

It had come as a great shock to her on her first morning, to see the king of Hell cook her breakfast. That's when she learned his first secret, the king likes to cook. He claimed that food tasted better cooked the mortal way, and by that, he meant without magic. She remembered because it was an opinion shared by her father, one she had heard many times before and not just regarding food. Her father was very adamant about using magic unnecessarily. "It's borderline cheating!" He would claim. "And no child of mine will be raised a cheater!"

Hearing her father's voice in her mind made her heart twist and ache, but she squeezed her eyes shut and forced the memory back into the depths of her mind.

"Morning darling." The sound of a familiar English accent pulled her attention back to reality. "Sleep well?"

Every day started with Landon asking her the same question. It was as if he knew that each night since she left home, she would spend the middle of the night whimpering and wetting her pillow with her tears as her subconscious forced her to confront her guilt and grief. But how could he know, when every morning she replied with the same, ironic lie.

"Like a baby."

He snorted. "So, you were up every two hours needing your bottle?"

She responded with a firm glare and red cheeks. If Landon did know the truth, he never mentioned it and with an amused smirk, continued preparing their breakfast. Arella observed him for a moment, then she took her seat at the dining table that was placed just off to the side of the kitchen. The table was oddly long for a demon who lived by himself, but who was she to judge. It did, however, make eating there feel awkward and lonely. She was so used to a full table, that seeing one as grand as this so empty was just sad. Yet she took her seat anyway, the one to the right of the head of the table.

Above the regular racket of cooking, the young demoness heard a blaring beep followed by another.

"Perfect timing as usual." She thought as watched Landon pull out the pan of bacon from the oven, then use a fork to remove the Belgian waffle from the waffle maker. He placed the waffle on a plate, then used another plate for a couple strips of bacon plus the scrambled eggs. Though he refused to use magic to cook, he did allow himself the convenience of using it to set the table.

"Bon appétit!" He announced in a strained French accent as the plate of food found its way in front of the girl. Right on cue, her stomach growled once more, letting her know the meal had its approval.

"Thank you, Landon." She said respectfully, before digging into the scrumptious meal. She may not have believed that the lack of magic made a difference, but she did believe the man had a gift for the culinary arts.

"Still like the food?" He asked her fondly as he watched her eat while taking his seat beside her.

"Still the best meals I've ever had." She told him in between bites of her waffle. Landon winced at the sight.

"You mean that as a compliment, but I take it as an insult, considering all the much finer meals I have prepared for you."

This was a funny little secret about Landon that she took great pleasure in exploiting. The king hated breakfast food. Since he had long since forgotten what hunger felt like, he had no reason to crave the first meal of the day. Not only that, but he felt the whole concept of breakfast food was childish and unnecessary. All some human needs is a cup of hot coffee to start his or her day. The same principle applied to the demon lord.

So why did he make her such a bountiful breakfast feast? Because she had asked. It still baffled her as to why he had been so incredibly accommodating to her, and she made it a point to look more into those reasons, but she was not the type to look a gift horse in the mouth. When she had mentioned on her first morning that her favorite breakfast was waffles with real bacon and eggs, he had instantly pulled all she needed right out of thin air - literally. He had sworn to her though, that he would teach her to improve her palette. An oath he was still Hell-bent on living up to.

"Well, there's not a meal on Earth that could beat waffles, eggs, and bacon." She exclaimed as she tore off a piece of meat with her teeth.

"Only a food virgin would speak such blasphemy." He retorted with mock offense.

Arella tried to fight off the blush that spread across her cheeks at the word "virgin." She knew what he meant by it in this context, but the word still held some taboo to it. Landon easily caught the red tint and a delightful smile formed on his face.

"Stop blushing. You're a grown woman for Christ's sake."

"Shut up!" She cried as she tried to use her hand to shield herself, but no matter how annoyed her voice sounded, it could not mask over the smile that tugged at her lips.

Another secret of his: his laughter was contagious.

"Just...tell me what to expect today. You didn't exactly give me a handbook."

His laughter died down and he returned to his normal "business as usual" demeanor. "No, I suppose I didn't, but no need to worry. The job is pretty self-explanatory." He shrugged as he took a sip of his black coffee.

"Well I have a little bit of an idea of what a secretary does, but what does the private secretary to the king of Hell do?"

"It's simple, darling. Just do whatever I say, exactly the way I want you to do it." He offered with a wave of his hand. "Simple."

"Right." The purple-haired sorceress huffed as she began to play with her eggs.

"Don't play with your food, dear. It's unprofessional."

Arella looked up to catch his crimson gaze, but instead, he had his face hidden behind an unfolded newspaper he had conveniently just opened. With a roll of her purple-green eyes, she muttered just loud enough for him to hear. "Alright...Dad."

She heard the newspaper crinkle and looked back to see two blazing red pupils glaring at her just above the top of the paper.

"Never call me that."

Arella swallowed her laughter at his sudden seriousness and continued eating her meal while he went back to his paper. While they allowed a comfortable silence to settle between them, it was soon interrupted by an alarm coming from Landon's old fashion watch. He pressed a button on the side of the clock to stop the noise, then folded up his paper.

"Well, duty calls my dear."

Standing up, he took one last sip of his drink before setting the mug down and offering his arm to the girl on his right. "Shall we?"

Arella gave him a small nod and stood up to link her arm around his. Before they could leave, Landon looked down at her curiously for a brief heart-beat.

"Don't be nervous." He blurted out, taking Arella by surprise. Her eyes shot up to meet his gentle gaze, the usual flame that burned in his eyes dimming and giving off a softer glow. "You'll do great."

His last-minute words of encouragement made her chest swell up with a confidence that could be seen shining through her gem-like eyes. With a nod of her head, Landon took his cue and the pair vanished in a puff of obsidian smoke, headed for the kingdom of damnation.

"So, this is... Hell?" She glanced around feeling more confused than anything. She looked like she walked onto the set of Downtown Abbey with Victorian furniture decorating an office space.

"Sorry to disappoint," Landon said strolling behind his large oak desk.

She moved her hands along the books sitting along the bookshelves and removed one flipping through it absentmindedly. "I was expecting, ya know, fire and brimstone type of atmosphere."

"I've always dreamed of having an office like this," he said, "so that's what we're standing in."

She was about to inquire further, but something caught her attention. None of the books had words on them and after opening one saw that it was completely blank. She returned it and continued her examination. The office had no doors, no windows, no way in or out. Her ear twitched drawing her attention to the walls. She crept closer, training her ears to the sounds.

First, it was light scratching on the walls then slowly intensified to clawing, then pounding.

She yelped, practically leaping backward. The pounding was soon joined by shouting, then screams, manic laughter, wails, and pleading that was coming from all around her. Her ears burned with their screams, bled from their pleading. She dropped to her knees, covering her ears and shrieking for the sounds to stop.

With the walls closing in and the sounds pounding into her center, she curled into a ball and begged for it all to stop. Screaming furiously until all she could hear was the sound of her voice cracking.

"ARELLA!"

Landon's frantic call made her eyes snap open and she found herself still standing beside the bookshelf, book in hand. Landon took two long strides across the room and snatched the book from her grasp, slamming it shut in the process.

He grabbed her by the sides of her face. "Come back to me, love. Come on. It's not real darling. It's not real." Arella took a few deep breaths, listening to his voice to keep herself grounded. After a minute or two of this, she had finally settled and the voices faded away into nothingness. He pulled his hands back. "Haven't your parents ever taught you to look with your eyes?" He scolded out of frustration and worry, his eyes igniting with flames.

"N-no." She stuttered sheepishly, her eyes still wide and swimming in confusion and horror.

Seeing her reaction, the demon king forced his eyes shut and took in a deep breath, calming himself down. When he opened his eyes, they had returned to their soft crimson glow.

"Well, you have your father's curiosity that's for sure. Look, darling, I know this may just look like your average study, but do try to remember you are in The Pit." He cautioned her in a gentler tone as he placed the book back where she had found it.

His reassuring voice did ease her nerves to some degree and she visually relaxed a little bit. "Right. My bad." She apologized as her eyes returned to the bookshelf with a fearful glare. "What kind of books are those, anyway?"

Landon followed her gaze. "The important kind. That's why they have a protection spell that keeps the riff-raff from reading them."

"So, making the pages appear blank isn't enough? They have to torture the reader too?"

Landon openly chuckled at her silly question. "This is Hell, darling. Torture is our bread and butter."

Just then, the two were interrupted by a knock on the door. Before answering, Landon leaned closer to Arella and whispered in her ear, "Remember, just do what I say and try to keep up."

Before she could question him, his majesty had already called for the newcomer to enter. The doorknob twisted, then the door was swung open, revealing a thin, white-haired older man. He had a pair of plain black, square-framed glasses that sat in front of his beady red eyes. He wore a striped black suit with a light blue dress shirt underneath. Around his neck was a bright royal blue bow tie that really complimented his nerdy aesthetic.

"My apologies your majesty, but would you like to go over your schedule for today?" The strange man asked as he held up a clipboard with an elaborate schedule printed on it. Arella was taken back at how kind this man seemed to be. His red eyes led her to believe he was another demon, but his warm aura made her feel comfortable under his presence.

"Very well." Landon waved him in as he walked over to his desk and took a seat in the big, black leather chair. He spun around about 90 degrees and stopped behind his desk, placing his folded hands on the wooden surface. "What have we on the docket today?"

Though she could not tear her eyes away from him, still perplexed by his abnormal demon behavior, he ignored her as he approached Landon's desk.

"So, you have a luncheon with your dealers in Moscow at noon, two rouge possessions, three Cambion registrations, and forty deals to sign off on." The male secretary read off, making his superior stare back at him with boredom. Once he finished, there was a pregnant pause that passed between them.

Then Landon sighed leaning back in his chair. "Oh, I love a Monday."

"Is there anything I should amend to this, Sir?"

Landon shook his head, waving him away. "No, Terrance, that should be all."

Terrance. What an odd name for a demon? Then again, everything about this situation seemed odd to Arella. Nevertheless, she watched on as Terrance turned to leave, but was stopped by a lady second call from Landon.

"But do free up your schedule for today. I have an important task for you."

Both Arella and Terrance met Landon's smug look with confusion.

"And what is that, Sir?" The inferior demon asked as he clutched tightly to his clipboard as if he feared for the life of his precious calendar. Landon ignored his nervousness as he gestured toward Arella, who still stood awkwardly off to the side of the room. Terrance's beady eyes followed Landon's gesture and regarded the girl in the room for the first time. Arella waited for his reaction, perhaps an apology for not addressing her sooner. He seemed like the type to care about chivalry. Only by the expression on his face, he didn't seem to care at all. He seemed rather annoyed.

"Terence, this is Arella -"

"Say no more Sir," Terrance interrupted with a lifted hand, stopping Landon mid-sentence. "I'll be sure to hang your special necktie on the doorknob so no one disturbs you."

Now that was certainly unexpected. Arella's blush came back with a vengeance, and she was surprised nothing in the room combusted from her powers. She assumed it was due to her being in another realm. Landon didn't seem embarrassed, just narrowed his eyes with a shake of his head.

"No, you bloody idiot! That's not what I was going to ask!" He hissed, his eyes burning as he slammed his hands on his desk and jumped out of his chair. Terrance appeared taken back from this reaction but bowed his head submissively.

"My apologies, your majesty."

Landon remained scowling. "Arella is my new private secretary, and as my office administrator, I'd like you to give her the grand tour. Answer any questions she may have and do try to be polite to the lady, for your sake."

Landon secret #3: He has an office administrator.

Terrance clenched his jaw, fighting back the urge to protest. "Right, Sir." He forced out, then with an annoyed glare he motioned for the demoness to follow him. "Right this way, Mrs. Arella."

Arella had a scowl of her own. She glanced over at Landon, who simply gave her a small nod of encouragement. With no good way out of this, Arella took her time to exit the room.

Landon secret #4: His office administrator is a class-A jerk.

"Have fun you two!"

A splash of holy water elected another ear-shattering scream from the demon hanging by her wrists. She spat out the remaining water before speaking barely above a whimper, "I. Don't. Know."

Raven swished the water around the open thermos, making sure her captive could hear that she was ready to drench her again. "I'm really losing my patience- "

"And I'm telling you! I don't know where Landon is! Ask him!" She motioned to the Dragon Knight lurking in the shadows. "Do you think Landon would tell us grunts on the ground where he's playing house at-AGH!"

Another splash of holy water before Raven growled through her teeth. "That's my daughter your talking about."

The tethered demon took a moment to gather herself. "I swear to you on my gravestone, I don't know where they are. Landon moves around maybe once a twice in a couple of weeks. This time he's moved three times in nine days. He's got safe houses all over the planet, Hell his safe houses have safe houses, it's impossible to pin down where he'd be. That's all I know I promise."

Raven began shaking with rage and raised the thermos to douse her again, but a strong grip stopped her. "That's enough," Drake stated firmly before turning his attention to the demon. "The human your possessing, is she still alive?"

She nodded. "A dental hygienist two towns over."

"Let her go and we'll forget this ever happened." The dark being wasted no time evacuating the human host to points unknown.

A frustrated Raven slammed the door of the T-car as Drake finished leaving the formerly possessed girl at the hospital. "I told you it was a waste of time."

"No, it wasn't. We know he's been moving around- "

"Raven, it's been weeks and still nothing. I know him better than anyone and if he doesn't want to be found. He. Won't. Be. Found."

She folded her arms in a huff. "I'm not trying to find him, I'm trying to find my daughter. She just confused and needs to come home." There was silence in the car telling Her that her companion didn't share her beliefs, "just take us back to the tower."

Drake rolled his eyes, but put the car in gear and pulled away for a very tense car ride. In an attempt to ease the tension, Raven cleared her throat. "Have you told Jackie about all this?"

"Oh god no. You know how protective she is, especially with her little sister. And don't know how she'd handle Chloe never leaving the tower unless Maria says so."

Raven leaned against the door of the car, her violet eyes watching the buildings and people passing by, "that's right. They've never liked each other."

Drake stole a glance at the demoness, before flicking his eyes back to the road. "That's not... completely true."

Raven turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, really? Then explain why anytime the two are near each other, I can sense a mixture of irrational fear and mild irritation coming from them?"

"Probably because she threatened to freeze Maria and use her fingers as ice cubes, but in her defense, the twins did lose Chloe and Arella while babysitting."

Raven sighed in frustration. "She didn't lose them, Arella accidentally sent them to another dimension. But at least it was filled with unicorns and cupcakes."

Drake chuckled. "And you wonder why we never asked them to babysit." With a huff, she folded her arms again until Drake started laughing. "Do you remember that time, it was like the first Teen Titans dance or something."

Raven thought a moment then her face lit up at the memory. "Oh yes, I remember! Gar thought the kids could loosen up a bit, take some time to act like normal teenagers for a change. It took a lot of convincing, but once Dick finally approved the idea, the kids truly enjoyed themselves. I was very proud of Gar. Once again, he proved himself to be a very capable teacher."

Drake stole another glance at the woman beside him, taking note of her uncharacteristic smile as she took her gaze back to the passenger window. He realized it had been a very long time since he's seen her happy, even if it was just over an old memory. Catching her in such a good mood actually made him squeamish and he squeezed the wheel nervously.

"Yes, well, Kole and I were chaperoning that night and we saw what Jackie did for Maria."

Raven knitted her eyebrows curiously. "What are you talking about?"

Drake shot her a look but realized the empath truly was lost. "Remember what happened between Maria and Dick's kid? That night at the dance?"

Raven gave it some thought, then nodded her head. "Yes, now I do. Maria was upset because Johnny couldn't work up the nerve to ask her to dance and Maria was too stubborn to ask him herself."

"Right. I wonder where she got that from in the first place?" Drake teased with a smirk rising on his face.

Raven glared at him but shrugged it off. "Yes, well, the way I remember it, Johnny did finally work up the courage and the two started dating ever since."

Drake gave a small nod. "Yeah that's what happened, but you didn't notice Jackie talk some sense into him first. Told him something about taking risks, then threatened to ice him if he didn't go through with it."

Raven's eyes widen at this news. "Really? Well, I guess that's something your daughter gets from you."'

Drake looked at her with amusement sparkling in his eyes. "And what's that?"

"The need to threaten people until she gets what she wants." Raven deadpanned as she returned the look, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "And being acting like a badass when she's really a big softy at heart."

Drake scuffed at that, but Raven could sense the affection bubbling inside him.

"Well for what's it's worth, Maria got something else for you as well."

It was Raven's turn again to be curious. "Oh?"

"Yeah...she has a gigantic heart."

This time, Raven allowed herself to give a full smile, with a hint of a blush dusting her cheeks.

"Thank you, Drake." The mother returned to the view outside, just as they were passing the city park. Raven looked upon the sight fondly, enjoying the trees and the happy folks that walked on the cobblestone paths. As they came to a stop at a light, she caught sight of a young woman, sitting on a park bench with a young baby in her arms. The woman appeared content as she allowed her child to suckle her breast, and Raven could sense the bond that the mother and her child shared. As the car jolted forward once the light turned green, Raven watched the mother and baby slowly disappear.

With a heavy sigh, Raven's eyes fell to her lap and she fiddled with her purple cloak.

"Raven?" Drake's concerned voice reminded her he was still there. "You okay?"

The heroine closed her eyes, fighting back the tears that threaten to stain her face, but she shook her head in response. "I'm sorry, I just…" She caught herself before her voice could crack. "I can't help but wonder...what did Arella get from me?"

"So, she's become a demon?"

"No! Dick, argh! No, that's not it!" Garfield yelled as he slammed his gloved hands on the desk in front of him, making all its contents jump, including the laptop they were using to video chat with their leader.

"Then explain it to me again, Gar, because so far all I'm hearing is that one of our Teen Titans murdered a target, then ran away with the King of Hell with the help of one of our other students, who assaulted their mentor!" Even from the weak speakers on the computer, Richard Grayson, CEO of the Titans Organization, sounded frustrated and a tad intimidating. The scowl on his face and the crease in his mask that covered his eyes said it all.

Gar was about to retaliate when he felt a gentle squeeze of his shoulder. The changeling dropped his head and took a deep breath, before slowly letting the air out.

"Look Dick, I know this sounds bad, but you have to hear us out." He forced himself to reason calmly.

"Fine. I'm listening."

Gar let out a long, tired sigh, then he lifted his head to meet Richard's heated face. "Arella didn't know what she was doing. Her demon-side...took the reins like it did to Raven during Trigon's second coming."

Dick leaned back in his chair and pinched his chin in thought. "Okay...so this is Trigon's doing?" He offered, but Gar gave an unconvincing shrug.

"Well, probably."

"What does that mean!" Batman's ex-protege snapped.

Gar rubbed the back of the neck and looked away. "It's just that...I don't know for sure if it or not. I mean, Trigon was banished to another dimension. How can he possibly control Arella from where he is?"

"Are you disproving your own statement, Gar?"

"I don't know, Dick!" The shape-shifter howled as he tossed his hands in the air. "I'm just trying to figure this all out myself!"

"Well, you should have already done that, considering you waited a whole week to tell me all this!" The black and blue crime-fighter growled back.

"Enough! Both of you!" The pink-haired, geomancer standing beside Gar silenced both men. "Yelling at each other isn't going to solve anything. We're still not entirely sure of Arella's motive and we won't know until we find her. That's why our sole focus now should be on bringing her home."

"Kole is right," Dick admitted, much to both Kole and Gar's surprise. "But what about Chloe?"

"Maria has agreed not to press any charges for the assault and Chloe is grounded for the time being," Kole explained as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Both Dick and Gar gave her a questionable look. "You mean on house arrest?" Gar asked.

Kole shrugged. "Tomato, tomato."

Dick shook his head. "Right, well, I suppose that is good enough for now. But you better find Arella sooner rather than later. Until she can testify that this was indeed someone else's doing, we can only go forward based on the evidence collected against her."

Gar eyes narrowed at his friend's warning. "What does that mean?"

"It means, you better find your daughter soon, or she could end up on the Titans most wanted."

"Is that a threat, Nightwing!" Gar growled, eyes glowing and teeth bared.

"No Gar, it's a fact!" Dick spat back, then took a second to calm himself. He met Gar's protective stare with a solemn expression. "Look, not talking as your superior, but as your friend, my heart goes out to you and Raven. I know better than most what it's like to have your daughter go A-wall. I'll do what I can to stall things on my end. Just...bring her home, Gar. Before it's too late." And with that, the video ended.

Gar slammed the laptop shut then all but shoved it off the table in a huff. "Easy." Kole scolded.

Gar ran his hands through his hair. "Sorry. He just makes me so mad sometimes. Just like when we were teens."

"Oh, grow up," Kole gathered her laptop into her arms and headed out the door with Gar at her heels, "Your turning this into a pissing contest instead of focusing on the real issue here. Trying to keep our daughters from being caged for the rest of their lives."

Gar grabbed fistfuls of his hair and tugged, "I know. I just . . . I don't know..." The two entered the empty common room and headed straight for the kitchen. Kole waited for a beat before resting her laptop down on the kitchen table, but then heard sniffling. "What happened to my baby girl?"

Kole sighed, "She grew up. Just like we all did. And like the rest of us made choices she's going to have to live with." There was silence, except for the occasional sniffle. She would need a different tactic. "Just like when you had to ground the twins after releasing a baby eating demon."

The sniffling became a snort, "I see what you're doing. You're trying to get me to laugh, but it won't work. I'm so not in the mood."

"Fine. I'll just get you some water." She fumbled around the kitchen looking for a glass. "Hopefully I don't accidentally pour salt instead of sugar." He snorted again, almost a laugh this time. Though it wasn't his finest moment, he had once convinced the twins to put salt in their mother's tea. She banished all of them from the tower that day.

She sat beside him, handing him his glass of water. "Thank you." He didn't take it at first, just stared at it. "What am I going to do. Even if we find Arella, what then? They lock her up?"

"Not if we have anything to say about it. We helped Raven all those years ago, we can do it again."

He scoffed, "Well the situations are a little different."

"We'll even still. We can fix this . . . somehow."

He finally took a sip. "I know you're trying to be positive and all, but I'm too much of a realist I guess."

"Fine, be a Debbie Downer. In the end, it doesn't matter what happens. All that matters is if you'll be the kind of father Arella needs if or when she comes home. In the meantime, let's make sure she comes back to a home and not a cage." Though Gar still wasn't that optimistic about their situation, he nodded his head and committed to working with Kole, and at the very least do what he can for his little girl.

Author's Notes: Well there you have it! An update! Dedicated to our most patient and loyal reader, GolemXIV! Hope you enjoyed it Golem! And to any of our newer readers, if you're feeling confused by some of the references in this story, be sure to read @bearhow2′s Dragon Knight Series for some background on some of the characters featured in this story.

Disclaimer: OCs owned and written by myself and @bearhow2. Story is co-written by myself and @bearhow2 . Canon characters owned by DC Comics.

#bbrae #garrae #teen titans #beast boy x raven #eknq #ocs #next gen #arella logan #landon #drake daniels #kole weathers #maria logan #drakole #chloe daniels #fanfiction

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brothersapart · 7 years

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FAQ

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Background information:

Brothers Apart was started by @nightmares06 October 24th, 2014 and has been going strong ever since! During the last two years two other writers have been added to the team along with a very helpful assistant!

The main storyline, Brothers Apart, has since sparked a collection of AUs. Each storyline is individual in and of itself, but all tie into the main arc in their own way. Visit Links to find your way to the stories.

Why don’t you just post Brothers Apart and not all these other stories?

Since Brothers Apart is (mostly) written by myself, there isn’t enough story built up to have a backlog. Due to a falling out with a former beta reader, writing for Brothers Apart was frozen for a year. During that time we conceived a number of other storylines, and we invite you to enjoy them along with us.

When/where do the stories post?

Sunday, 9pm EST Wednesday, 9pm EST

Any changes to this schedule will be announced on the tumblr as soon as we know about them.

There are three different sites the stories post on:

Archive of Our Own || Fanfiction || Deviantart

Any prompts received will be posted to the tumblr blog before appearing on any other sites, otherwise stories are on the three sites listed above.

Order of creation of the various AUs:

Brothers Apart– “But what if I never fixed Sam?”

Brothers Found– “But what about JACOB?”

Brothers Adopted– “Okay but Jacob’s too cute, let’s make him small”

Brothers Divided– “… bad, Dean”

Brothers Together– “OSCAR”

Brothers Lost– “Okay we should make BOTH brothers small”

Brothers Asunder– “Wee Sammers and Bowman as brothers!”

Brothers Unexpected– “Because Sam/Jacob and Dean/Oscar are too cute to contain”

Brothers Consulted– “I wonder how Sherlock and Dean would react to each other…”

**Various unannounced ideas**

Brothers Saved– “Big Sam and his tiny big brother strutting around”

I love the artwork! Why don’t you have more of (insert character)?

We love the art too! But since we’re writers, and our skill at actual drawing is lacking, all of the artwork you see posted here (with a few incredibly rare exceptions), are either commissioned with our own money or submitted by fans (you lovely, lovely people). We love supporting our favorite artists, so we won’t stop commissioning anytime soon, but it’s dependent on if we have money at the time we get the idea.

If you want to help us out, please Buy Me a Coffee and let us know what character or AU you want commissioned! Once we have enough money for that AU, we’ll get it done.

When does (insert story) start posting?

We’re not sure when each story goes up, we only have a timeline for the days stuff will post. To prevent any stories from gaining favoritism over others, we started running a poll. During the last week or two of a story, there will be a poll with (2) to (6) options offered, and the winner will be the story that starts next!

Keep in mind that the stories that appear in the poll will be fully written/edited and beta’d by our wonderful beta readers, any stories that are incomplete in any fashion will not be included.

The poll is run through SurveyMonkey, and each person gets only (1) vote! Duplicate votes WILL BE REMOVED.

Can you go back to posting stories about only Sam and Dean?

No.

Seriously, we’re going to keep writing together because we do it for fun. You’ll see classic Brothers Apart stories come around when I finish them, but you’ll also get a lot of the collabs we do. We write for ourselves and to get rid of stress. Since we’re not paid to do this (in fact, we spend a decent amount of money on story things), we’ll continue to write what we like.

We still love feedback and getting new ideas from all you readers out there, so keep sending us prompts and suggestions! Just don’t be upset if we don’t do yours– we might not be feeling it.

There’s a book? Where can I get a copy!?

There used to be a book, but it has been discontinued and no longer offered as an option in the contest. Thanks for your interest!

Will Castiel be in the story?

Go read all the stories.

Why didn’t my ask get answered yet?

Generally only one ask is answered a day, please be patient with us.

Popular Tags:

#commissioned art– all the artwork commissioned by the writers of the BA for the stories/ideas we have.

#fanart– artwork done by the fans.

#contest entry 2016– entries submitted for the 2016 BA contest

#bac 2017 tumblr– entries submitted for the 2017 BA contest on the tumblr side (for DA entries, go here).

#daily update– all the story excerpts posted since the beginning.

#prompt– finished prompts (or unfinished prompts, multiple things get filed here).

#submission– wonderful submissions from you readers!

Commissions are open!

What characters belong to who?

@nightmares06–

Supernatural characters– Sam and Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, John Winchester (though I’ll warn that any prompts for John Win are the least likely to be fulfilled because he usually gives me writer’s block), Castiel, Gabriel, Rufus and Rumsfeld. Various other Supernatural characters.

Original characters– Nixie, Ilyana, Celeste (problematic fave), Walt Watch, Mallory Watch, Briella Watch, Moira Wainscot, Krissy Vent, Sean, Kara Bolt, Christian Bolt, Mikael Foyer, Noonia and Elenia.

@neonthewrite–

Original Characters– Bowman, Jacob Andris, Oscar, Rischa, Cerul, Scar, Vel, (any of the wood sprites, basically), Colfax and Adrian (better prompted at @alittleblogoftrust ), Asp the shadow sprite, Indigo Seraf.

Only original characters, as canon characters tend to come very slowly for me.

@borrowedtimeandspace--

Sherlock Characters– Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, Greg Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, Molly Hooper and Mycroft Holmes.

Doctor Who Characters– Mostly Tenth Doctor, will do Nine, Eleven, and Twelve (I’m working through Classic Who at a snail’s pace xD) Willing to write for companions from New Who as well.

Original Chracters– Zepheera is my main OC, Stan Baker, Simon Baker, Nathan Sullivan and a bunch of borrower bbys: Kernel, Orrick Shelf, Boston Mantel, Baycliff, Klerida, Marcue Overmantle; basically, if you’ve read my stories, any of the OCs are up for grabs.

Story excerpts

Each day on brothersapart.tumblr.com, we will be posting a new excerpt from a story we are working on at the time. This happens at 10a.m. est, and it’s a tiny blurb from the story.

A bit on the tags for our story excerpts:

#trnt here is the abbreviation of the story the excerpt came from– later revealed to be “The Road Not Taken”

Abbreviations we’ve used and their names if announced:

#trnt– The Road Not Taken (posted)

#twf– The Water’s Fine (posted)

#tnplh– There’s No Place Like Home

#atth– A Time to Heal

#iatwaa– It’s a Tall World After All

#sow– Sam of Wellwood (posted)

#don– Dean of Nowhere (posting)

#bofa– Bobby of Far Away

#dow– Dean of Wellwood

#awos– A World of Secrets

#eotm– Epidemic of the Mannequins

#ws– Wayward Sons

#bah– Bigfoot's a Hoax

#coth– Clash of the Hunters

#auv– An Unexpected Visitor

#sotw– Shadows on the Wall

#gacs– Garlic and Cold Spots (posted)

#tsotf– The Study of the Four (posted)

#tttb– The Ties that Bind (posted)

#ababs– A Burglary at Baker Street

#teome– The Enemy of my Enemy

#jiw– Jacob in Wonderland (posted)

#rt– Road Trip

#a:asocs– Aftermath: A Series of Consulted Shorts

#bp– Bittersweet Parting (posted)

#ffh– Far From Home

#fs– For Science

#adod– A Day of Duality

#bftp– Blast from the Past

#apias– Any Port in a Storm

#thoaw– The Heart of a Wolf

#san– Sam and Nicholas

#apfo– A Place for Oz

#sb– Something Borrowed

#ttol– The Trials of Logan

#lald– Live and Let Die

#aol– Avenue of Life

#malc– M&Ms and Lucky Charms

#afin– A Friend in Need

#boan– Birth of a Nightmare (posted)

#rj– Regarding Jacob

The last kind of tag you’ll see is the queue tag:

All this means is it is a reblogged excerpt from 2016, you can go to the original post to find out its tags.

This has been a dissertation on tags!

If you see any questions we left out, be sure to send in an ask!

#faq #brothers apart faq #masterpost #tags #frequently asked questions

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samuelmmarcus · 5 years

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“Before & After” California Home Renovation

Wendy Blackband and Rachel Azzolina of the Blackband Design team (previously featured here – a house tour you really can’t miss!) brought this home down to the studs and fully remodeled it into a modern Mediterranean open floor plan with hotel amenities. Their focus was bringing in warmth and comfort while creating additions and new layouts to best suit the homeowners’ lifestyle – including their two daughters Annie and Abbey (Golden Retrievers). Speaking for the pups, their favorite home features would most likely be the built-in food and water dish station in the kitchen island and their under-staircase sleeping nook in the master bedroom complete with a miniature headboard to match their parents. The homeowners recognized the value of investing in quality and luxurious details that they will forever appreciate in their dream home.

Feel free to pin your favorite interior design ideas, share this with you friends and most importantly, have a good time!

Interior Design Ideas: “Before & After” California Home Renovation

This home should impress and inspire you. The paint color throughout the house is “Simply White by Benjamin Moore” – this white paint color is often recommended by interior designers.

Entry chandelier: John Pomp, A. Rudin – Similar Options: here, here & here.

Kitchen

This home has so many impressive details and ideas. I am loving this newly-renovated kitchen with that huge island!

Kitchen Island Dimensions: about 9’6” x 6’5”

Counterstools are Powell & Bonnell – Other Beautiful Counterstools: here, here, here, here & here.

Kitchen “Before”

Can you believe this is the same house? The older kitchen felt dark and the “old Mediterranean” style had a heavy feel to it.

New Ideas

This home is located in a neighborhood where the houses feature Mediterranean-inspired architecture. It was important for the designers to respect the architectural details but they also wanted to reinvent this style and give it a more modern feel. This modern Mediterranean kitchen is a great example of that.

Range: Wolf – Others: here, here & here.

Tile

This custom kitchen vent hood features a rustic wood trim with a blue mosaic tile.

Kitchen tile — Artistic Tile, Famosa – Other Beautiful Tiles: here, here, here, here & here.

Cabinetry

The kitchen cabinets are custom Rift Oak with a custom stain.

Cooking

There’s no need for take-outs having a functional and spacious kitchen like this one. You have plenty storage, counter space and this kitchen also leads to an amazing pantry!

Kitchen Rug: Available through the designer – Others: here, here, here, here, here & here.

Countertop

Countertops are Calacatta Eccellente – Honed, Ollin Stone.

Cabinet Pulls: Rocky Mountain Hardware – similar here.

Kitchen Faucet: Waterstone

Sink: Kohler

Knobs

Cabinet Knobs: Rocky Mountain Hardware – similar here.

Kitchen Lighting

Kitchen island pendants: Hammered Glass Pendant, Regina Andrew Designs.

Kitchen Layout

This large kitchen features a very practical layout. The paneled refrigerator/freezer are located on the right, beside the wall oven.

Dining Room “Before”

An archway used to separate the kitchen from the dining area.

Before

These “faux” plaster walls and the Travertine tiles were hard to look at.

Dining Room “After”

The dining room was divided to create a larger outdoor area and it now features a pair of retractable patio doors.

Mirror – Restoration Hardware – similar here

Rug: Custom – similar here.

Dining Table: here

Chairs: Available through the designer – Other Chairs on Sale: Host Chairs: here, here, here , here, here & here – Side Chairs: here, here, here & here.

Chandelier

Dining chandelier: Arteriors – Discontinued – Other Modern Chandeliers: here, here, here, here & here.

Walls & Ceiling

Walls and ceiling are painted in “Benjamin Moore OC-117 Simply White”.

Beams

Ceiling Treatment: Vintage wood beams, Wood Concepts LA

Pet Feeding Station

This kitchen island features a custom dog feeding station that comes even with a swing arm faucet (pot filler) to easily refill the water bowls. This idea deserves a pin!!!

Pot Filler: here

Best Friends

This floating pet feeding station was perfectly designed for the dogs’ height.

Keeping it Fresh

Customizing a pet food station in your kitchen island isn’t only a brilliant idea but it also very functional. It’s easy to keep the dogs’ food station fresh and cleaner with a pot filler and by being so close to a sink and the dishwasher.

Marble

Marble is Honed Calacatta Eccellente. Say it with an Italian accent.

Living Room “Before”

The space had good bones but everything felt too heavy and outdated with the faux plaster walls and these ugly draperies… sorry.

Living Room “After”

Oh, much, much better, right?! It seems that you can even breathe better in this room now!

Console Table

The console table is from Made Goods – available through the designer – Others on Sale: here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Beautiful Channeled Sofas: here, here, here, here & here.

Fireplace

Fireplace stone is marble slab from Ollin and there’s a hidden cabinet for storage behind one panel.

Club chairs: A. Rudin in Kravet fabric -available through the designer – Others: here & here.

Great Ceiling Fans: here, here, here, here & here.

Furniture

The sofa, side table, ottomans, pillows are custom and available through the interior designer.

Living room table lamps: Visual Comfort & Co

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Ottomans

Ottomans are available through the designer – Others: here, here, here & here.

Coffee Bar & Pantry

The kitchen leads to a coffee bar and fully-equipped pantry with navy blue cabinets.

Cabinet Pulls: Rocky Mountain Hardware – similar here.

Pantry Sink

This gorgeous pantry features a Stainless Steel Farmhouse Sink and honed Calacatta marble countertop.

Backsplash: here – similar

Faucet: Waterstone

Pantry pendant: Currey & Company – Discontinued – Other Pendants: here, here, here & here.

Pantry Paint Color

The blue cabinetry paint color is “Benjamin Moore Hale Navy”.

Flooring: Tabarka Studio, Ann Sacks – Other Hex Tiles: here, here, here & here.

Hardwood Flooring

Wood flooring is wide plank double smoked white oak from Wood Concepts – similar here & here.

Artwork: This this art was made by a glass blower out of Laguna Beach named Marcus Thesing.

Lighting: Arteriors.

Guest Bedroom

I am loving the color scheme found in this guest bedroom with white walls. Paint color is Benjamin Moore Simply White.

Guest bedroom table lamps: Visual Comfort & Co.

Bed and chair – Lee Industries

Ottoman: Custom Blackband Design.

Nightstands: Palecek

Guest Bathroom

The guest bathroom features a stunning Rift Oak vanity with waterfall edge and chunky white marble countertop.

Bathroom Faucet: Rohl – Others: here, here & here.

Floor Tile: here – similar

Wall Tile: here – similar

Hardware: here.

Master Bedroom “Before”

The master bedroom felt dark, but I wouldn’t mind the arches.

Master Bedroom “After”

This space feels much more inviting and current now.

Master bedroom table lamps: Arteriors

Furniture

Bedroom Furniture: bed, chaise, nightstands, pillows – custom

Dreamy Bedding: here, here, here & here – highly recommended.

Paint Color

Bedroom paint color is Benjamin Moore Simply White. Notice the beautiful built-in cabinet on the right.

Master Bathroom

Featuring a long floating Rift Oak vanity with greywash finish, a counter-to-ceiling marble slab backsplash and double sinks, this is, by all means, a show-stopper bathroom!

Mirrors: here – similar

Cabinetry is Rift oak, custom stain.

Floor tile: Walker Zanger Jet Set inset with Thassos surround.

Bathroom Faucets: Rohl – Others: here, here & here.

Paint Color & Chandelier

“Benjamin Moore Simply White”.

Master bathroom ceiling fixture: Visual Comfort & Co

Tub

This stunning tub is by Bain Ultra – Others: here, here, here & here.

Accent table: Made Goods

Ottoman

Ottoman is Kelly Wearstler. Cute!

Shower

The large walk-in shower features thin marble herringbone floor tiles and stunning Statuario marble slab walls.

Statuario Slab – Honed, Ollin Stone.

Shower pan tile: Walker Zanger.

Home Office Paint Color

Built-in Cabinet Paint Color: Restoration Hardware Slate. Countertop is quartz.

Grey Laundry Room

Grey Laundry Room Paint Color: “Farrow & Ball Pavilion Gray 242”.

Beautiful Backsplash Tiles: here, here & here.

Beautiful Cement Tiles: here, here, here, here & here.

Faucet: here – similar

Sink: Kohler

Mudroom Paint Color

The mudroom features custom charcoal gray cabinets painted in “Restoration Hardware Slate”.

Many thanks to the designer for sharing the details above!

Interior Design: Blackband Design (Instagram – Facebook)

Photography: Ryan Garvin

Architect: Stand Architects, Inc.

Builder: RS Myers Company

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“Before & After” California Home Renovation

Feel free to pin your favorite interior design ideas, share this with you friends and most importantly, have a good time!

Interior Design Ideas: “Before & After” California Home Renovation

This home should impress and inspire you. The paint color throughout the house is “Simply White by Benjamin Moore” – this white paint color is often recommended by interior designers.

Entry chandelier: John Pomp, A. Rudin – Similar Options: here, here & here.

Kitchen

This home has so many impressive details and ideas. I am loving this newly-renovated kitchen with that huge island!

Kitchen Island Dimensions: about 9’6” x 6’5”

Counterstools are Powell & Bonnell – Other Beautiful Counterstools: here, here, here, here & here.

Kitchen “Before”

Can you believe this is the same house? The older kitchen felt dark and the “old Mediterranean” style had a heavy feel to it.

New Ideas

Range: Wolf – Others: here, here & here.

Tile

This custom kitchen vent hood features a rustic wood trim with a blue mosaic tile.

Kitchen tile — Artistic Tile, Famosa – Other Beautiful Tiles: here, here, here, here & here.

Cabinetry

The kitchen cabinets are custom Rift Oak with a custom stain.

Cooking

There’s no need for take-outs having a functional and spacious kitchen like this one. You have plenty storage, counter space and this kitchen also leads to an amazing pantry!

Kitchen Rug: Available through the designer – Others: here, here, here, here, here & here.

Countertop

Countertops are Calacatta Eccellente – Honed, Ollin Stone.

Cabinet Pulls: Rocky Mountain Hardware – similar here.

Kitchen Faucet: Waterstone

Sink: Kohler

Knobs

Cabinet Knobs: Rocky Mountain Hardware – similar here.

Kitchen Lighting

Kitchen island pendants: Hammered Glass Pendant, Regina Andrew Designs.

Kitchen Layout

This large kitchen features a very practical layout. The paneled refrigerator/freezer are located on the right, beside the wall oven.

Dining Room “Before”

An archway used to separate the kitchen from the dining area.

Before

These “faux” plaster walls and the Travertine tiles were hard to look at.

Dining Room “After”

The dining room was divided to create a larger outdoor area and it now features a pair of retractable patio doors.

Mirror – Restoration Hardware – similar here

Rug: Custom – similar here.

Dining Table: here

Chairs: Available through the designer – Other Chairs on Sale: Host Chairs: here, here, here , here, here & here – Side Chairs: here, here, here & here.

Chandelier

Dining chandelier: Arteriors – Discontinued – Other Modern Chandeliers: here, here, here, here & here.

Walls & Ceiling

Walls and ceiling are painted in “Benjamin Moore OC-117 Simply White”.

Beams

Ceiling Treatment: Vintage wood beams, Wood Concepts LA

Pet Feeding Station

This kitchen island features a custom dog feeding station that comes even with a swing arm faucet (pot filler) to easily refill the water bowls. This idea deserves a pin!!!

Pot Filler: here

Best Friends

This floating pet feeding station was perfectly designed for the dogs’ height.

Keeping it Fresh

Marble

Marble is Honed Calacatta Eccellente. Say it with an Italian accent.

Living Room “Before”

The space had good bones but everything felt too heavy and outdated with the faux plaster walls and these ugly draperies… sorry.

Living Room “After”

Oh, much, much better, right?! It seems that you can even breathe better in this room now!

Console Table

The console table is from Made Goods – available through the designer – Others on Sale: here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Beautiful Channeled Sofas: here, here, here, here & here.

Fireplace

Fireplace stone is marble slab from Ollin and there’s a hidden cabinet for storage behind one panel.

Club chairs: A. Rudin in Kravet fabric -available through the designer – Others: here & here.

Great Ceiling Fans: here, here, here, here & here.

Furniture

The sofa, side table, ottomans, pillows are custom and available through the interior designer.

Living room table lamps: Visual Comfort & Co

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Ottomans

Ottomans are available through the designer – Others: here, here, here & here.

Coffee Bar & Pantry

The kitchen leads to a coffee bar and fully-equipped pantry with navy blue cabinets.

Cabinet Pulls: Rocky Mountain Hardware – similar here.

Pantry Sink

This gorgeous pantry features a Stainless Steel Farmhouse Sink and honed Calacatta marble countertop.

Backsplash: here – similar

Faucet: Waterstone

Pantry pendant: Currey & Company – Discontinued – Other Pendants: here, here, here & here.

Pantry Paint Color

The blue cabinetry paint color is “Benjamin Moore Hale Navy”.

Flooring: Tabarka Studio, Ann Sacks – Other Hex Tiles: here, here, here & here.

Hardwood Flooring

Wood flooring is wide plank double smoked white oak from Wood Concepts – similar here & here.

Artwork: This this art was made by a glass blower out of Laguna Beach named Marcus Thesing.

Lighting: Arteriors.

Guest Bedroom

I am loving the color scheme found in this guest bedroom with white walls. Paint color is Benjamin Moore Simply White.

Guest bedroom table lamps: Visual Comfort & Co.

Bed and chair – Lee Industries

Ottoman: Custom Blackband Design.

Nightstands: Palecek

Guest Bathroom

The guest bathroom features a stunning Rift Oak vanity with waterfall edge and chunky white marble countertop.

Bathroom Faucet: Rohl – Others: here, here & here.

Floor Tile: here – similar

Wall Tile: here – similar

Hardware: here.

Master Bedroom “Before”

The master bedroom felt dark, but I wouldn’t mind the arches.

Master Bedroom “After”

This space feels much more inviting and current now.

Master bedroom table lamps: Arteriors

Furniture

Bedroom Furniture: bed, chaise, nightstands, pillows – custom

Dreamy Bedding: here, here, here & here – highly recommended.

Paint Color

Bedroom paint color is Benjamin Moore Simply White. Notice the beautiful built-in cabinet on the right.

Master Bathroom

Featuring a long floating Rift Oak vanity with greywash finish, a counter-to-ceiling marble slab backsplash and double sinks, this is, by all means, a show-stopper bathroom!

Mirrors: here – similar

Cabinetry is Rift oak, custom stain.

Floor tile: Walker Zanger Jet Set inset with Thassos surround.

Bathroom Faucets: Rohl – Others: here, here & here.

Paint Color & Chandelier

“Benjamin Moore Simply White”.

Master bathroom ceiling fixture: Visual Comfort & Co

Tub

This stunning tub is by Bain Ultra – Others: here, here, here & here.

Accent table: Made Goods

Ottoman

Ottoman is Kelly Wearstler. Cute!

Shower

The large walk-in shower features thin marble herringbone floor tiles and stunning Statuario marble slab walls.

Statuario Slab – Honed, Ollin Stone.

Shower pan tile: Walker Zanger.

Home Office Paint Color

Built-in Cabinet Paint Color: Restoration Hardware Slate. Countertop is quartz.

Grey Laundry Room

Grey Laundry Room Paint Color: “Farrow & Ball Pavilion Gray 242”.

Beautiful Backsplash Tiles: here, here & here.

Beautiful Cement Tiles: here, here, here, here & here.

Faucet: here – similar

Sink: Kohler

Mudroom Paint Color

The mudroom features custom charcoal gray cabinets painted in “Restoration Hardware Slate”.

Many thanks to the designer for sharing the details above!

Interior Design: Blackband Design (Instagram – Facebook)

Photography: Ryan Garvin

Architect: Stand Architects, Inc.

Builder: RS Myers Company

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December 17th-December 23rd, 2018 CTP Archive

The archive for the Comic Tea Party week long chat that occurred from December 17th, 2018 to December 23rd, 2018. The chat focused on Lovespells by Ryan & Sage.

Featured Comment:

Chat:

RebelVampire

COMIC TEA PARTY- WEEK LONG BOOK CLUB START!

Hello and welcome everyone to Comic Tea Party’s Week Long Book Club~! This week we’ll be focusing on Lovespells by Ryan & Sage~! (http://lovespellscomic.com/)

You are free to read and comment about the comic all week at your own pace, so stop on by whenever it suits your schedule! Remember, though, that while we allow constructive criticism, our focus is to have fun and appreciate the comic. Below you will find four questions to get you started on the discussion. However, a new question will be posted and pinned everyday (between 12:01AM and 6AM PST), so keep checking back for more! You have until December 23rd to tell us all your wonderful thoughts! With that established, let’s get going on the reading and the chatting!

QUESTION 1. What has been your favorite scene in the comic so far? What specifically did you like about it?

QUESTION 2. At the moment, who is your favorite character? What about that character earns them this favor?

QUESTION 3. Do you believe that Esther will eventually confess her feelings to Maria? What do you think it will take for that to happen given Ether’s shyness about it?

QUESTION 4. Given some further hints, do you believe Maria’s own feelings towards Esther are changing? How do you think Maria would react to a confession from Esther? Would a confession ruin their friendship?

snuffysam

only at the end of chapter 4, but loving it so far! here's my current answers... 1. definitely the scene at the end of chapter 4 where Maria asks Esther for more lessons/to hang out as friends. We already know what Maria's there for ahead of time, and I eat dramatic irony like that for breakfast. Also, the reactions of Maria's friends who see Esther's obvious crush. 2. Hmmmm Maria. She's this super cheesy knight type, and that's me babey.

3. Yes, and it will be an accident.

4. Just from what I've seen so far, Maria's feelings towards Esther have changed. The relationship started out super professional from Maria's point of view (Esther is just helping her level up her magic. strictly teacher/student) but now she sees Esther as a friend. At this point... I don't think Maria would find a new tutor after the confession like Esther thinks, she's too professional for that. But it may put a dent in their friendship if the feelings aren't reciprocated.

decademic

omg, blitzed through it again because I love these slow burn lesbians and their wonderful relationship~ honestly couldn't ask for more! the art's amazing, the story is paced so well, the panels honestly are on par with paranatural levels of forethought and care, just ooo! I love them!!! onto the questions... 1: oh gosh, I can barely choose! the first meeting, when Maria shows up at Esther's house with her friends and they see how oblivious Maria is, the critical hit scene...throw a dart, I love it. 2: I'm gonna have to say Esther, she's so relatable by nature, and her actions are so pure intentioned. the love potion instead of elixer moment was such a cute nod, I got heart eyes and pledged my soul immediately. 3: I want Esther to start to confess, but Maria stops her and confesses instead! cue teary eyes and a first real kiss~ 4: Maria needs to identify this feeling as love; real love, before anything in the relationship can move forward at all. therefore, there has to be some realization on Maria's side sooner than later to make it work. Esther would probably chicken out halfway through the confession and confuse them both, which is why I'm gunning for Maria to do it~

RebelVampire

QUESTION 5. What do you think happened to Esther in the past that caused a healing spell to give her a permanent mana siphon? Do you believe Esther will reveal whatever happened to Maria? What might be the consequences of Esther telling her or keeping it secret?

decademic

gosh, good question...

so I guess 5: Esther hasn't been holding back, per se, about her affliction, she was upfront about it to the nurse, and has answered Maria's questions, so I don't think it's a 'secret', but more of a bit of backstory that may be a bit hard to relive. none of this answers the question of what the affliction is but I'm sure that'll be addressed, I'm sure of it

snuffysam

I don't think it's anything particularly sinister or mysterious, just, like... some uncommon disease. like magic polio.

though i suppose it either has to be something difficult to explain or something with a big stigma attached to it?

RebelVampire

QUESTION 6. Do you think we’ll see the paladin who scolded Maria at the tournament again? Why do you think he seemed particularly critical of Maria? What role might he have to play in Maria’s life (and Esther’s by association)?

RebelVampire

1) i really enjoyed the scene where maria was with her friends and referred to esther as lovely and all maria's friends are like O/////O. i enjoyed it not only for the significant character development maria is showing, but also the sheer comedy in how oblivious maria is to anything to do with love. 2) maria. i like her intense honesty that is balanced by her flawed obliviousness to a lot of the things around her. i think its a combination that makes her extremely endearing as a character. 3) i think the clock is ticking. esther is clearly terrible at hiding it and stuffing her feelings down. and i think one day maria is gonna be like "i love this thing" and esther is gonna be like "oh yeah i love that thing almost as much as i love you." like maybe not that exactly, but i dont think esther will overcome shyness. i think its gonna be a pure mortification accident moment cause esther will be lost in her own brain thoughts.

4) maria's feelings are definitely changing. no doubt about it. as for a reaction to esther's confession...honestly maria is so dense i wouldnt be surprised if she just could comprehend a love confession. gets told "i love you" and shes like "i love you too....youre a dear friend." once she realizes though, i kind of feel like shell...limbo turn down esther and tell esther shes not sure how she feels. then decide and couple will be created. as for ruining their friendship, eh, therell be tension maybe? not friendship ruining tho cause maria is just too nice for that. 5) I'm gonna assume that it was some sort of injury to be honest. cause esther did mention wanting to be an adventurer and i could see esther being overenthusiastic and trying something dangerous and winding up permanently injured because of it. or poisoned maybe. thats also an option. but regardless the curitive magic came with a price. i think esther will tell maria the full story someday, and i think it will bring her and maria closer. and consequently cause maria to get ultra defensive against those questioning esther's honor. 6) i do think we'll see that paladin again, and boy am i looking forward to it. i want to know more about him cause i think the dynamic hed have with maria would be awesome. i think as far as role goes, he might be the one to challenge how maria handles herself as a knight and her general love obliviousness. because maria's friends and esther all kind of either find it endearing, support her, or just accept that is part of her. whereas i think this paladin could be the one to ask her if she isnt hurting others by being so oblivious to love while constantly giving everything of herself. or something like that.

snuffysam

ok i'm caught up i'm not sure about the paladin. because yeah maria's friends aren't exactly helping move this relationship forward but... why would the paladin do any better? he just seems like a jerk to me.

maybe he shows up again and gives maria something extra to vent about to esther?

also, apparently his name is marcus? at least that's what the cast page seems to say, it's hard to tell without pictures lol

thisintermezzo

I co-write this comic and aklsjdkjhffjk it's so cool to see people actually seriously talk about it??? Thank you so much for this. We almost never get actual responses--which is pretty normal for most comics; feedback is just hard to get, haha--so this is super novel and hugely appreciated. If you want to ask me anything, please feel free. Otherwise, I'm just going to spectate here and there. (Also, now that I have Discord again, I can try to similarly contribute to chats about people's comics!!)

snuffysam

welcome! this is a really cute comic! if I may ask a question - what was originally on this page?: http://lovespellscomic.com/post/162477687227/hey-this-post-may-contain-adult-content-so-weve

it was after a bunch of guest comics so i'm guessing it was another guest comic? but tumblr deleted it so i have no idea

RebelVampire

QUESTION 7. Do you believe Esther’s magic tutelage of Maria will pay off at a critical juncture at some point? How might Esther’s own skills change due to contact with Maria? How might their changing relationship affect their professional lives?

thisintermezzo

I can't tell, haha. I actually don't know what the page before that is, even, since the "back" button is gone. Tumblr is lame and didn't notify us of any of the flagged posts, so I have no clue what else has gotten randomly deleted. :U Tapas would have it all, though.

Thanks for letting us know, though! o/

RebelVampire

QUESTION 8. Do you think Maria’s friends will play a role in Esther and Maria’s budding relationship? If so, what role will they play and how might their own relationships with Maria change?

(the archive for the chat on Psychteria is up! @CalimonGraal https://comicteaparty.com/post/181287718835/december-10th-december-16th-2018-ctp-archive)

RebelVampire

@snuffysam sometimes strangers are more helpful than friends in certain contexts. cause friends can come with a lot of biases. but eh it was just a thought

7) I def hope esther's magic tutelage pays off. Though not sure when since the tournament seemed like the most dangerous thing to happen so far. but if maria goes on a mission for sure shes gonna be pulling out that crit move esther taught her and save the day. albeit alternatively i could also seeing it going the opposite. wherein maria tries and fails hardcore. and then esther has to hug and comfort her and tell maria its okay. as for esther's skills, i actually think any change is gonna be less related to magic and more esther is gonna learn like how to express her feelings better or something. but this is something i dont forsee happening until they get together. 8) i dont think the friends are gonna help. rather, i think after maria and esther get together maybe that theyre gonna hurt the relationship in a way. in that theyll get jelly of maria spending more and more time with esther. cause while maria sees esther a lot, theres clearly more freetime maria has she could spend with esther instead of her friends. and i could see maria doing that cause as nice as maria is, shes extremely inexperienced in this area. so i think shed put esther first way too hardcore at first and the friends would have to say whoa there hold your horses. i think at the end itll strengthen their bonds though cause itd give maria a better understanding of some of the experiences her friends have maybe. idk. im spitballing.

RebelVampire

QUESTION 9. If Esther and Maria do date, how do you believe that will go? What relationship obstacles might the two have to overcome in order to make their relationship work? How will the change affect the course of the story?

Delphina

Oh noooo, cute magical girl AND lawful good swordy girl having adorable crushes on each other. I might have to jump into this one.

1. My anime roots are showing, but I love a good "you don't have to refer to me with honorifics" scene. Also any time Maria carries sleepy Esther around is adorable.

2. Maria's hard not to like. I'm also a sucker for strong intense ladies who wanna do the right thing always.

I'm not so great with the speculation-type questions, but it's a great comic and I'm looking forward to what happens and hope that things go smoothly in both the romantic and magical arenas! The writing is very sweet and pure and the character designs and great environments complement them nicely. Really can tell there's a lot of love in this story!

RebelVampire

QUESTION 10. What are you most looking forward to in the comic? Also, do you have any final thoughts to share overall?

Delphina

I really enjoyed the part where Esther was explaining her sketches about adventuring to Maria. Esther has mostly been a reactive character - she gets orders and reacts, she's asked for help by Maria and she reacts, she sees some kids in trouble and she reacts, she gets low on MP and reacts. But that was the first time we saw what she wanted for herself, and how she views her role, and it really helped make her feel real and more proactive. I hope we see more of what Esther wants and who she is in the future!

RebelVampire

9) I think they'll have to deal with the usual relationship challenges. balancing work life, balancing other friendships, accepting that maybe they dont know each other as well as they think they might. but i think theyll manage. esther especially i think is gonna have to learn to be more open like how she was about her desire to be an adventurer. 10) I'm looking forward to seeing paladin returning and revealing why he's in this story in the first place and butting heads with maria. and then esther being "it's okay baby hes just a big ol' meanie"

snuffysam

i just really want to see more of the comic. it's super cute, the characters all lovable... i need more.

RebelVampire

COMIC TEA PARTY- WEEK LONG BOOK CLUB END!

Thank you everyone so much for reading and chatting about Lovespells this week! Please also give a special thank you to Ryan & Sage for volunteering the comic and creating it! If you liked Lovespells, make sure to continue to support it via some of the links below!

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The Sequel - 886

Parrot

André Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea/BVB players, and random awesome OC’s (okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)

original epic tale

all chapters of The Sequel

“I hate Everton. They always fuck us. The least they could do is beat the team we would like to move ahead of. They find ways to fuck us even when they’re playing somebody else. And what the fuck is wrong with them anyway? Koeman is good. You love Koeman. You were literally the only person in all of Valencia who loved him, but still. England loved him last year. What is he even doing that they’re this bad?”

“If I open another bottle of Sant Jeroni will it make you calm, or more complaining?”

“I don’t know. Open it and let’s find out.”

Juan rolled his eyes when Christina clunked the side of her head into his and then gestured angrily at the iPad again about Ronald Koeman’s side and its ineptitude. They were installed in Rincón de Juan, at his dad’s restaurant, to eat Iberico and Manchego croquetas, and off-menu cheese fries. They were also testing new wines to see if they should go on the menu. The rider liked a white blend that included her favored Viognier grapes. They were merely sampling though, so she wasn’t yet drunk. Coca Cola with lemon was her prime beverage of choice. She did ask for more of that Sant Jeroni blend, however, and was disappointed to hear that the rest of the bottle was already gone. The restaurant manager poured samples for just about everybody in the place. Her personal host evidently thought he could temper her animated football commentary by opening up the second bottle sent from the distributor.

She was in London on Sunday afternoon, enjoying an Everton vs. Arsenal and Tottenham vs. Liverpool doubleheader, because an artist who painted a stunning picture of her sailing over a fence aboard Dirk at the Olympics invited her to the fundraiser auction at which he was selling it on Saturday evening. The proceeds were going to UNICEF, as part of a “Sports for the Greater Good” initiative. All the auction lots were sport-themed. Christina agreed to attend and sign the piece with a personalized message for the winning bidder. That really could have happened via mail, even though the painting was enormous, but it was a good excuse to go see Juan, so she went. He provided her with a ticket for Watford’s visit to Stamford Bridge at lunchtime, and accompanied her to the event. She was staying until Monday morning.

“Do you really want it, or no? It’s not cold. I have to put it in the freezer,” the Spaniard pointed out after Arsenal scored a fourth goal and his “secret girlfriend” closed the streaming app in disgust.

“No but can we take it home? For later? And can I go get my own soda or do I have to wait for whatshername?”

“I’ll get it.”

“You don’t trust me to walk around the bar and grab a soda?”

“No.”

“K. I need some more napkins too. Thanks.” Christina slid her empty soda bottle in front of him and helped herself to a French fry dripping in gooey white cheese sauce. Chef David greeted her when they got there and asked what she would eat if she could eat anything in the world, and she picked cheese fries, much to his amusement. He vowed to concoct the best cheese fries she’d ever had, and really delivered. She had no idea what sort of cheese was in the sauce, or what else was in it, but it sure was delicious, and the potatoes were crispy and perfectly salted. Visiting London was, for a while, like going on a mini holiday. Christina always ended up eating junk food, drinking, shopping, and having a lot of sex. Nothing at home in Dortmund was so stressful or monotonous that a vacation was necessary, but they were still nice little breaks, and they repaired the part of her heart that felt damaged and slightly painful whenever she was away from Juan for very long.

They were also a satisfying football fix. Dortmund was slowly killing her. Chelsea suffered a rough patch too. The Blues fought to rescue the three points at home on Saturday in a really exciting match that really fed her addiction in a way her husband’s side seemed incapable, and she was glad to be with her favorite Blue afterward because he made an individual error that led directly to a goal and she was afraid he’d be very down on himself about it. With a nice cocktail party and charity auction to go to, and a beautiful girl to go with, he couldn’t dwell on the mistake for long. His arm candy refused to let him beat himself up about it too. She blamed a blanket lack of organization and responsibility for both goals conceded.

“Do you want to stay here for the second game or nah?” she asked after he returned with a bottle of Coke and fresh glass of ice with two lemon wedges and a black straw. The black straw was important. Christina made him promise his restaurant would only use black straws.

“I don’t care. My dad is out of things to make me do while I’m here, so...” The Spaniard shrugged and sliced into a croqueta with the side of his fork. His interest in the fried food and cheese was necessarily less than hers. He picked while she stuffed her face. She also promised to cook for him later, so he was saving the space in his stomach.

“How is he always here? Does he just live here now?”

“Sometimes. I showed you the pictures of his place, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but you said it was going to be like a crash pad when he’s in town. He’s always in town.”

“I’m not complaining,” Juan smiled.

“I miss Aidan,” Christina confessed. There was a reason why she was asking about the other Juan Mata always being around when she was in town. There was some kind of binding between her and friends who didn’t live near family. For example, Natasha’s parents hardly ever came to London. Eden’s were around all the time, and he took his family to his parents in Belgium often, but Natasha didn’t get to see her family much. Christina thought she related better to people without close family, despite Jill living at home permanently. Her parents weren’t actually in that home that often. Juan’s parents came to the UK for important matches, and he saw them at home in Spain when he could, so that distance was something she identified with. It was different, having one or both of his parents right there in town all the time.

Many times throughout the most difficult parts of the previous year- through her riding struggles, and her relationship nightmares- the equestrian star wished she had a mother read-in on all the drama to consult with, or just to vent to. There was no one. No one was in on her secrets. Sometimes she thought her desperation to talk to someone about that stuff was why she gave in and clued some people in, like Daniel and Marcus. It was really difficult to keep all of that stuff inside. The only people she could vent to were the people directly involved. It wasn’t that she missed her mom, per say, but any mom, or mom-like figure. A family member she did specifically miss was her brother. He hardly reached out to her since their father’s funeral. Christina missed that odd relationship. It wasn’t close or affectionate, but in some ways the Martin kids knew each other better than most. And she really wanted Lukas to benefit from knowing Aidan. Her brother was wonderful with kids. They all loved him, and he loved to hang out with them and show them things. He was a really great big brother when she was little and their age gap was more significant in terms of maturity, experience, and knowledge of the world.

“Have you spoken lately?”

“No. He doesn’t call me, and I feel like I need a reason to call him. I know we would end up on the phone for an hour, talking about ourselves and current events and movies and stuff, but usually I call him for a reason, like...his birthday, or an art question or something. The last few times we talked it was about the boat money.” I want him to come visit and demand that we go to the store to get a case of Coke right away, she thought, staring into her glass while pulling on the straw. He needs immediate soda and bread. I want to joke about the stuff only we find funny. Like Captain Ron.

“Why don’t you ask him to join you for the holidays? He has off from school?” Juan suggested. He leaned back on the banquette and put his arm up on it. He also picked up and then dropped her braided ponytail. The restaurant was a vigilance-free zone. He didn’t care who saw him do what there, which was kind of ironic given that diners often just sat there watching him. Playing with her hair wasn’t exactly a dead giveaway that they were sleeping together, but she thought the way he interacted with her was just really flirty at times, as in if she were watching then she would assume they were together. It didn’t worry her as much as it once did.

“I don’t even know where I’m going to be for the holidays. I’ll be here riding right before Christmas, Schü wants to have his family over and we’ve also talked about traveling since he has the long break, I know I’ll want to spend time with you...”

“You have a bad habit of focusing on obstacles instead of solutions, cariña.” The footballer gave in to desire and speared the other half of the breaded, fried log of ham and cheese béchamel with his fork, and popped it in his mouth before Christina could come back at him with some protest about how ignoring obstacles doesn’t solve anything and just gets one’s hopes up. But she didn’t say anything, or look up from her soda. If she wasn’t going to argue, he was going full steam ahead. “Your obstacles are mostly imaginary too. You don’t need a reason to call your own brother. No one does. Just call him and say “Hey, what’s new? How are you?” Or you could try something really crazy and tell him you rang because you miss him. And if you want to see him and he has the ability to come over, make the plan around that. André wants to be with family at Christmas, like most people, so he plans that. You can plan to be with family too. You could invite him to you in Germany, or ask him to join you here during the horse show, or have him meet you wherever André wants to “travel”. Why not have the whole family on the boat after New Year’s, something like this?”

“He’d be really bored. He doesn’t like sitting on a lounger all day.”

“That runs in the family, eh?” Juan smiled. He patted her thigh too. Her expression was quite patronized when she looked up to frown. “Stop making excuses,” he urged, clearly trying to be warmer about it and head off any impending angry, defensive backlash. He does that thing with his eyes so even when he’s being mean it seems like he’s not picking on you, the rider told herself. He’s so goddamn sincere. “If you want to talk to him, or see him, you can manage it. You’re a smart girl with means and flexibility!”

“Yeah but...what if he’s still mad at me about Dad?”

“That wasn’t your fault and he can’t seriously think it was.”

“But what if he does?”

“Then you should talk to him and find out why.”

“That sounds unbearable.”

“Give it a try, and if it’s unbearable then I’ll be there for you after. You can’t miss out on something good because you’re afraid it could be bad. This is why we have people close to us- why we let them in. We know they’re there to support us and comfort us when something doesn’t turn out the way we want. Having people makes you stronger. It-“

“Alright, alright, I don’t need a sappy speech,” Christina groaned. “I need cheese fries.” Deflecting and humor would always be her preferred tactics for avoiding emotional vulnerability on someone else’s terms. She wasn’t willing to admit to herself that the whole reason she brought up Aidan was that she wanted her sort-of-partner to talk her into it, tell her how, and then do something to make her feel better if it didn’t go well. She ate a couple of mildly cheese-blessed crispy fries and wiped her hands on a napkin from the pile he brought with her soda, and then put it in her lap to protect her sweatshirt. Ankle-length, super soft, light wash jeans, low leather sneakers, and casual-fit crewneck sweatshirts were the staples of her autumn look. She thought it wasn’t a “Mom Outfit” if the sweatshirts were by luxury brands and the butt in the jeans was world class. Her more practical sensibilities occasionally insisted that it was ridiculous to buy €300+ sweatshirts that were more or less the same as €30 ones without a brand or logo on the front, so she treated them like her nicest clothes. Fried food grease on a free adidas sweatshirt was unfortunate and disappointing but not tragic. Fried food grease on an Alexander McQueen swallow-motif sweatshirt was a nightmare of conscience.

“What are you making me for dinner later?”

“My mom’s beef stew, because it’s stew weather, it’s enough to last you several days, and it requires chopping a lot of veggies and stuff which is something fun we can do together.”

“You’re really missing the family, sí?” Juan knowingly inquired, voice low, grip on her leg tightening, eyes fixed on her profile.

“I always do this time of the year,” his visitor replied in a monotone but somehow still slightly begrudging way. Sometimes his ability to see the pattern in her behavior was annoying rather than comforting. “Thanksgiving, holiday decorating, Christmas shopping, really cold horse shows, making checklists for Florida...”

“You still do holiday decorating. You shop almost professionally. Your horse show in the arena is freezing. What’s missing,” the player mused, sitting forward to lean on his elbows on the table. He slid the platter of cheese fries over closer to Christina. “Thanksgiving, I understand, is just for eating. I generously volunteer to eat the Thanksgiving,” he offered as if to make some great sacrifice. “And for the list-making...how about you make a checklist of things to put in your bag when you come to the beach with me after the crazy part of the schedule is over and I get some time off? Write down the books, the dresses, and the shoes- oh, the shooooes-”

“I love you,” she said very quietly in his ear before pecking his cheek just in front of it as soon as he sat back again. It wasn’t that he provided some groundbreaking solution to her holiday homesickness and nostalgia for the good old days. It was just incredibly sweet of him to her to list books, dresses, and shoes in that order. Firstly she felt good learning that he was already thinking about using his very limited time off for resting and recharging after the jam-packed holiday football season with her, even after she alluded to her intention to fit some time with him in during the actual holidays. That indicated that he wanted a double-dose. Then he mentioned the first three things that would be on her mind when thinking about what to bring for a little stay at his place in Mallorca- books, because one of her favorite things to do with him was enjoy quiet time in which they could do their own thing but together, without interrupting each other, dresses, because she thrived on making different impressions on him with her outfits, and shoes, because he always poked fun at her for bringing so many shoes on her travels, and because he told her he wanted to go away with her to a place where shoes aren’t necessary, and she kept that in the back of her mind. She kept the idea of traveling anywhere and everywhere with him in the back of her mind. It was the only thing she wanted to be doing that she was not yet doing with her post-Olympics freedom. It also didn’t hurt that his instinct or choice was to pivot to giving reassurances, rather than continue harassing her about complaining instead of coming up with solutions. Juan sat up taller and pressed his chin to his chest to stretch his neck, and his response to her love and her little kiss was delivered with more nonchalance than the rider would have retroactively anticipated.

“I love that you’re like obsessed with me and I actually see you more now than when you lived here,” he said while stretching and looking down at his lap.

“To think people call you humble.”

“Every other week, you’re here, or I’m with you at a horse show.”

“I’m not obsessed. I’m addicted,” Christina stage-whispered behind her hand.

“To what?”

“Your sweaters, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

“And soon, your restaurant’s cheese fries. You should put these on the menu. Forget the wine.” She collected a couple of fries and stuffed them in her mouth to demonstrate her love. They’re getting cold though, she realized, disappointed. And my tummy is getting full. Her watch said she had 15 minutes left to choose between remaining there to watch Tottenham take on Klopp’s team at Wembley and going back to Juan’s to watch it on the couch, or in bed. He was picking over what was left of the fries, and yawned instead of addressing her suggestion. We should go home. I can watch football and nap off this food and then go downstairs to get the stew stuff. “D’you wanna go home for the other game?”

“So you can feed your addiction by touching all my sweaters?”

“So I can feed my addiction to referring to your apartment as “home”.”

The Spaniard calmly grinned in appreciation and winked at the addict. He asked her if she needed to have her remaining fries boxed to go, but she said she just needed the Sant Jeroni and some good bread to dip in the stew later, since the grocery store in his building didn’t bake bread in-house and what they had brought in wasn’t very good, or fresh. They walked two blocks to Juan’s Mercedes and Christina sang to the radio for 15 minutes of pretty light Sunday traffic. The wine went on ice as soon as they got “home”, and they chose the couch for their football viewing. Getting into bed was too dangerous. It posed a risk of them never getting up to make the stew, or do anything else for that matter. Then didn’t stop the friends from changing into comfier clothes and making a nest to share and try not to fall asleep in. They were briefly amused by Tottenham’s ability to totally rip Liverpool apart in the first half-hour, before silently agreeing amongst each other that the home side was scary good, and thus a threat to the Blues’ prospects. On that unspoken but fully realized note, Christina grabbed her phone to check in with André.

“Training?” she wrote as a prompt. Dortmund embarrassed themselves again on Saturday, without him, and he was working with the substitutes and other recovering players on Sunday.

“It was good!! I was just about to msg you. I’m in the cold water. If everything is normal tomorrow, I’m going to be in the squad for the cup,” he wrote back immediately. Awww I’m so happy for him! His wife was seriously thrilled. Finally! It’s been at least twice as long as it was supposed to be. I wish I could hug him right now. I’m gonna give- Oh, yeah. Hmm. Christina wanted to give her partner a great sendoff before he departed for Magdeburg. But her flight got her back to Germany around lunchtime, and he’d already be at training. She couldn’t let him go off to maybe make his comeback without at least a hug, and preferably with a quiet vote of absolute confidence.

“Can I come to Brackel and see you before you go?” she asked, thinking she could go see him just before the team got on the bus for the airport, when she couldn’t interrupt anything important, or be a distraction. Partners and even kids were not banned from Brackel. Wives and girlfriends dropped off and picked up their players all the time, and some even occasionally took in training. Christina met with the team doctor there once, and she even borrowed a room and their TV production crew to film a thank you message for her fans, partners, family, and friends with good production value. She didn’t have a relationship with the facility and its staff like she had at Cobham, but wasn’t a stranger there.

“Are you going to bring me flowers?”

“Hugs.”

“With kisses?”

“Duh.”

“Then yes.”

Yay! I hope I get to give him even better hugs when he comes home Tuesday night, she smiled to herself. I hope he gets to play, and he feels good doing it. I don’t need a goal or an assist or anything. Just for him to feel good in the kit, kicking the ball, being with his teammates...please, she added, glancing up at the ceiling.

“What are you so happy about?” Juan yawned beside her while she reminded André to call her when he was tucking Lukas in for the night.

“Schü might get to play on Tuesday.”

“Yeah? That’s good news.” He sounded genuine when he turned and smiled at her, and she felt a flicker of guilt. It was twofold, because she felt bad that she was under a blanket with another player and longing to be in hugging distance of the one she was married to, and bad that she had to tell Juan how happy she was for another guy. Neither of the guys would have expected any different. They were used to it. It was just weird in that moment. She wished she could be home in Dortmund, but also felt sorry for letting the Spaniard see her get so wrapped up in an André thing. The moment fully illustrated the inherent difficulty and unfairness of their arrangement.

“Yeah,” she mumbled, introspective.

“Will you be there to watch?”

“No. They play away, in the cup. Some third-tier team.”

“That’s perfect to get some time and confidence. I wish him well.”

“Thanks.” Christina let her head fall over onto his right shoulder, and rubbed her right hand up and down and his arm. I believe him. He resents boyfriend for a lot of things but they’re still friends, kinda, and he wants whatever makes me happy too.

“He’s taking Lovren off,” the Chelsea man literally pointed out as the Liverpool center-half made the embarrassing walk toward the sideline well before the halftime whistle. “Harsh.”

“Let’s see if he has a tantrum when he gets to the bench, like...someone I know.”

“Are you ever going to forget that?”

“No.”

“I guess it’s good to have someone who won’t ever let me forget my mistakes.”

“Yes. A good way to learn,” his girlfriend sniggered. “I remind you about them because I love you and want you to do better.”

“Because you love me, eh.” He wasn’t having her joking-but-not-really explanation.

“I love you as much as American chain restaurants love using other food as bread for their food.”

“What?” He definitely wasn’t buying her metaphor.

“Like when they use grilled cheese sandwiches as the bread for a hamburger, or they make a sandwich out of bacon and cheese between two fried chicken cutlets, or they wrap a burrito in a quesadilla.”

“You Americans really love cheese.”

“I love you more than cheese sometimes.” Christina looked up from his shoulder with her doe eyes on. Any man on the receiving end of that look knew he was being played, one way or another.

“I’m not getting up to open the wine.”

“Oh I forgot about that, actually. I’m just trying to make up for getting giddy about Schü before.”

“Nothing to make up, cariña.” He didn’t need to say more than that. She knew deep down that it didn’t upset him when she did things like that, or showed him that she missed her husband, or told him she couldn’t do something because she had plans with him that she didn’t want to break. He was well aware of how she felt about André, and there was no point in ever pretending about it. The opposite situation was the same too.

“I do love you like a fat kid loves a cheeseburger with a pizza bun though.”

“Have you ever ate anything like that?”

“No, but I put macaroni and cheese on an egg sandwich once because it needed cheese and the only cheese I had was leftover macaroni and cheese. Macaroni and cheese burgers are a thing. I think lobster macaroni and cheese burgers are a thing now too. So gross.”

“You’re a thing.”

“Your face is a thing.”

“Why is your face always on my shoulder? You’re not a parrot, cariña.”

“I’m the angel on your shoulder. Duh.”

“Awww.”

“I think your angel needs a nap,” Christina yawned before she began adjusting in her spot for a more reclined position. Liverpool was a mess and didn’t look likely to stage a comeback.

“My angel, not “the” angel?”

“Yes, your angel.”

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