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dairyminki · 10 months

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Hearts Day | j.wy

↬ pairing: jung wooyoung x gn!reader

↬ summary: he's the personification of love, while you're of darkness. but that doesn't stop him from fancying you.

↬ genre: demigod au, college au, fluff, woo being a hopeless romantic

↬ warning/s: none that i've noticed (pls let me know if there is/are)

↬ wc: 3.2k

↬ a/n: i know, i know...valentines day has already passed but idrc ^^ i kinda have a love-hate relationship with this fic bcos i didn't know how to end it. but, it's here so yeah i hope some of you will like it <3

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"Relax, there is no problem!" You practically convinced yourself, biting on your fingernails, as you pace back and forth in front of the student council's office.

The Vice President sought your presence, they said- wait...you didn't even get to ask why because the student who told you immediately fled without giving you the full information.

Your pacing comes to a stop however, as soon as you hear that all too familiar shrill voice calling out your name in the air.

"Oh, Y/N, child of Erebus~!"

"Ok, one problem!" You groaned, placing a palm on your forehead.

Without even looking, you know that Wooyoung, one of the sons of Eros, is already skipping his way to you with that annoyingly wide grin you so desperately want to wipe off of his face.

If the other demigods in this school wish to never, ever, cross paths with you, this one - is hopelessly attracted to you, whether you like to admit it or not. The other students feared you, yet Wooyoung fancied you.

"Wooyoung." You put on a tight smile as you mentioned his name, to which he just beams at, saying, "I know, lovely seeing you here today as well, Y/N." He shoots you a wink.

You don't hate Wooyoung, and nor is he dislikeable - it's just that he's annoying, seemingly sticking to you like a gum at any given time possible.

His personality was also totally opposite of yours. You valued being alone and found darkness as your only companion, whereas, Wooyoung is as bright as the sun and is sickeningly sweet like honey compared to the smugness of his brothers, and if granted, he would draw hearts in anything he sees. If love is a person, it'll automatically be Wooyoung.

"So, why are you here?" Oh, and Wooyoung also has this habit of being a little nosy. "Don't know." You simply answered as it was the truth.

"Me too, actually." Wooyoung says. "All I know is that the SC President wanted to see me." He continues, and you reckon, if the door to the SC office didn't open, his mouth wouldn't have shut.

"Y/N!"

"Wooyoung!"

Hongjoong, son of Athena, and President of the student council, exclaims, the same time as Yunho, the son of Apollo, and Hongjoong’s VP, exclaims your name with such delight written on his face.

"Uhm, why is Y/N here?" You hear Hongjoong whisper in Yunho's ear. "That's what I also wanted to know." You say, sending Yunho a questioning look.

"Hongjoong asked me for any possible volunteers to help with the decorations and I suggested you, Y/N!" Yunho cheered and then he went on rambling to Hongjoong about how helpful you were to him during the campaign era when he was still on the road of being the SC Vice President.

"I- that indeed is very commendable, but it's for Hearts Day, Yunho!" Hongjoong counters, almost smacking his friend on the head.

Hearts Day?

Oh no, not that-

"Hey, they might be the child of a dark deity but that doesn't mean they can't help me with the heart decorations." Wooyoung frowns, stopping the officers, who also happened to be his friends, from arguing.

"He's got a point, Joong. You shouldn't judge a book by its cover. You’re better than that." Yunho seconds the former's words as he shakes his head.

"It's not that! It's because I know Y/N and they don't like-"

"You'll help me right?" Wooyoung cuts off Hongjoong's words. His eyes were almost pleading as he asked you this.

You glanced at Hongjoong who was only able to smile sadly at you. You and Hongjoong were childhood friends who drifted apart in time, yet he always knew how celebrations and other bright, happy things weren't exactly your cup of tea, so, no, he wasn't being rude when he said those words earlier.

You gave Hongjoong a look of reassurance. After all it's just helping Wooyoung with decorations, for sure you'll be fine, right?

"I'll help him." You finally say, and then you follow a jumpy Wooyoung all the way to the stock room to fetch the decorations - heart decors, red and pink balloons and whatnots.

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“Y/N, do you think we should get this pink and red assorted ones or the red and white assorted ones?” Wooyoung asks you as he practically shoves two different plastic packs that were filled with heart-shaped decoratives.

“You’re the expert here, I don’t think you should be asking me at all, Wooyoung.” You shrug, and then you go back to picking every pink decoration that you can see on the shelf and placing them inside the box Yunho gave to you. Frankly, you just want this task to be done so you can go back to your class. You prefer being stuck doing your maths than being in a kinda tight room with someone who's your total opposite.

“Nonsense, I tell you! I might be an expert but that doesn’t mean you don’t have taste.” Wooyoung says. After that, thankfully, silence entered the room and hovered over you two. The past minutes were filled with Wooyoung calling your name and attention and asking you various things, that you’re just glad it all came to a stop. Or that’s what you atleast thought.

One second, you were just putting pink fairy lights into your box filled with whole lot of other decorations, then the next, when you were about to head to another shelf you might’ve exerted much force and forgot how little space between you and the shelves that when you turn around, your feet got caught in some of the extra lights, peeking out from the bottom shelf, tripping you thereafter.

With eyes closed, you were bracing yourself for the possible impact, and in those moments you were wishing you had the power of flight instead of your shadow magic, however, seconds turned into minutes and you still haven’t felt the coldness of the stock room’s tiled floor against your skin. Confused, you opened your eyes.

Wooyoung’s fading red hair, now mostly pink-like, was what welcomed your vision.

You’ve only started to notice that he’s caught you and spared you from your mishap and you’ve only just felt his hand on your waist, when he turns his head, resulting in him having his face in such close proximity with yours.

You were at a loss for words, only staring at him, your mind a muddled mess, cogs in your head still turning, albeit too slow. Unbeknownst to you, Wooyoung felt the same, but his’ was more of being too struck by your beauty up close.

Eros’ son seemed to recover faster than you though, however, he doesn’t dare move even an inch from you. Instead, your name once again comes out of his mouth.

“Hey, uhm, Y/N, there’s something I’ve been really meaning to tell you…” He starts, but his eyes seem to wander off elsewhere. Anywhere, but you.

And your eyes could be playing tricks at you, but you even noticed his cheeks were dusted with a pink shade.

You don’t even know why you still didn’t move out from his hold and shove him out of your way, you don’t even think you’re fully back to your senses yet as your heart begins to pound loudly inside your chest. It’s like you were stuck under a spell.

“I-” Wooyoung was cut off when a ball rolled off from his side of the shelf and hit his head. This caused the previous whatever kind of air between you two to break and you to finally break away from his gaze and hold.

Wooyoung’s cries of pain served as your background music as your head starts to process everything from your almost fall to Wooyoung’s last words much faster.

You gasped.

“Oh, no, don’t tell me you were gonna go all sappy and confess your love and everything to me…wait, were you?” Panic was evident in your voice.

Wooyoung’s head snaps towards you.

“What?” He asks.

“Earlier, you just said you were going to say something to me.”

Wooyoung takes more than a minute to recover from being hit, and when he does finally understand what you’ve been saying, his shrill voice fills the room.

“Well now that you p-pointed it out, I’m certainly not gonna do it anymore!” Wooyoung says, more like, sulks. The next thing you know he’s already grabbed his box and then he’s out of the stock room, leaving you there, dumbfounded.

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Wooyoung stared at the aimer bow in his hand that he’s been spinning since then. He’s been sitting on the railings of his dorm’s porch, the picturesque sunset in front of him. The dominating orange hue on the horizon is absorbed by his skin, giving it a warm glow.

A sudden burst of wind almost knocks the bow off his hold and then the door to his room opens, revealing Hongjoong, still in his uniform.

At first, Hongjoong says nothing and just sits beside Wooyoung in silence. However the latter knew that the former wouldn't just burst into his private space without any particular reason.

"Spit it out." At that, Hongjoong finally speaks.

"Y/N told me what happened at the stock room."

The spinning of the aimer bow comes to a stop. Wooyoung scoffs.

"If only I could shoot myself with my own arrow just so I can fall in love with someone else, I would've." He says, eyes lingering at the bow which he now holds firmly.

"And why would you do that?"

"Duh, because even if they clearly know I'm head over heels for them, it wouldn't change the fact that this feelings of mine is hopeless. I'm hopeless." Wooyoung sighs. "I should've listened to San when he told me that there's no way I can make a child of darkness fall in love with my antics. Maybe he's right that me and Y/N are just too different for each other."

San, his brother, another son of Eros, but who has inherited more of their father's mischief and desire for physical love, has told him plenty of times that a child of Erebus is simply not fit to be with him, seeing as both of their characteristics were on both ends of the spectrum. Nonetheless, Wooyoung paid his brother no heed. But he's starting to question it all now.

Suddenly, Hongjoong hits him on the head, saying, "Have you never ever heard of opposites attract, you idiot? Plus, quit listening to your brother. He's spewing nonsense."

"Maybe he is, maybe he isn't." Wooyoung replies, then he stands up and goes back inside his room. He plops down on his bed.

"In the end, I'll still be here. Miserable. Leave me to rot, son of Athena."

Hongjoong leaves the porch as well, rolling his eyes at his friend's dramatics. Sometimes, Wooyoung could be really hopeless. Especially when it comes to love. To think that he's the son of the God of Love as well.

"Sure, I'll leave you. But you can never know unless you say it properly to Y/N, Woo." Hongjoong tells him. "One thing I can assure you though is that I've known Y/N since we were kids, and I know it when something's bothering their mind. Give them some time, they might have just been shocked."

At that, Wooyoung quickly sits up.

"What do you mean?" He asks, confused.

"All I can say to you is that you, Jung Wooyoung, have probably been running in Y/N's mind for hours now, and you might want to do something about that. Great, nice chat." Those were Hongjoong's last words before he left Wooyoung swimming in his pool of thoughts.

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Hearts were everywhere. The color pink and red dominated every nook and cranny of their campus - from the field to their respective homerooms.

Everyone graced the hallways with their bright smiles and laughters. Most, holding roses, teddy bears, and even boxes with beautiful ribbons on top. Balloons were tied up almost in every lamp post, poles, and even trees, all of them swaying to the wind's rhythm.

The whole campus looked even brighter and livelier. Except for you, you reckon.

So, that morning, you tried to distance yourself from the funsies and heart stuff, and opted to go and isolate yourself inside the library, which was surprisingly, not really because you saw it coming, empty. Everyone was out for the Hearts Day Program facilitated by the student council, even the librarian was out.

You only shrugged it off.

You spent your time peacefully reading books, until he suddenly came into mind. Even when you know he shouldn't be.

You told Hongjoong about what happened when you were left alone with Wooyoung in the stock room a few days ago. You told him because you wanted advice, or anything really, anything from someone. And Hongjoong's the only one who you can still trust to talk to about things. Ever since that stock room mishap of yours, your heart is oddly beating faster than it ever does every time your thoughts drift to Wooyoung.

Is that even normal?

Hongjoong proposed the idea of you liking his friend but you profusely rejected that idea. Because, how?

How can you go from being annoyed with that person to liking them that quickly?

Besides, you already know Wooyoung fancied you, and you said to yourself that you don't. So, why now?

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You wake up some time after reading a history book and falling asleep. When you raise your head, you're startled to see that you weren't alone at the table. And no, the librarian still hasn't come back to man over the counter.

"Wooyoung…" You say in a hushed voice, because the mentioned male was just sitting in front of you, asleep. His hair covered his eyes mostly and he was letting out small snores.

He looked peaceful just like this. Completely different from his bubbly and loud usual self.

You haven't the slightest idea when exactly he came and you're starting to wonder why he's here with you and not one with the crowds in the campus gymnasium where the party was at.

You didn't want to disturb his sleep and probably sweet dreams but, your stomach was grumbling for food and you can't just leave him here to be confused when he wakes up with you nowhere in sight. You still have a heart despite being a child of the God of Darkness.

"Wooyoung," you start to shake him.

It takes a few more calls of his name and shaking before he finally wake up with a yawn.

He's still out of it for a brief moment before he registers your presence in front of him.

"Y-Y/N!"

"Hi, Wooyoung."

"How long were you awake for?"

"Just woke up actually. I woke you up as well because I have to go." You said, honestly.

"Uh, but…before you go. Can I say something, please? I promise I'll be quick and then I'll be out of your sight." He says this in such a rushed manner that you had no choice but to ignore the calling of food and lend a few minutes of your time to hear what he has to say.

"Thank you." Wooyoung says, smiling.

He starts off hesitant at first, but then he gradually starts to loosen up and then ramblings came spilling out of his mouth. It was midway when you realized he was basically confessing to you.

"I know that you already know, and I know that you don't feel the same but you know what's funny?" Wooyoung pauses, scoffing. "I still can't find it in myself to stop. I still keep thinking about you even though I know that none of me ever, and will ever occupy even a fraction of your mind."

"You do know that…this, is overwhelming to me right now, right?" You ask, smiling awkwardly.

Wooyoung chuckles. "I know, Y/N, I know. But ever since Hongjoong talked me out of my cowardice, I knew I had to be upfront with you about what I'm feeling. No worries though, I came confessing with the thought of just letting it all out and not expecting anything in return." Wooyoung gives you a reassuring smile.

And then there was silence. The only sound you can hear was the loudness of your thoughts, meanwhile on Wooyoung's end, all he can hear was the loud beating of his heart.

"I'm curious though," You speak after a little while, prompting Wooyoung to look at you, full-on attention.

"Yea?"

"You have your bow and arrow, and you can easily make me succumb to your charms and make me go head over heels for you with just one shot, but you didn't," You pause, looking him in the eye. "...why?" You ask.

"Do you see me still carrying my bow and arrow, Y/N? Do you see me still shooting other people around like how my other siblings does? No. You wanna know why? Because I believe love is something that should come naturally. Love shouldn't be forced as it ruins how we see things for what they truly are. Love should be all about falling into something that eventually forms into something beautiful. Which is why I can't force you to have feelings for me when you clearly don't. That's not falling in love, Y/N, that's torture, that's me depriving you of your own feelings and happiness. And that's not what I want."

You sat there speechless. Wooyoung's words were so vivid that it struck you. This was a different side of him, and you figured there's really more to him than meets the eye, more to him than what he lets on and lets people view him as.

Everything is overwhelming you indeed.

But one thought remained clear, reaching out to you the most.

Wooyoung was about to say his goodbyes and stand up when you suddenly spoke.

"I- ever since that stock room incident, I…my heart kept beating fast and for some reason I don't know, or maybe I do, but just wouldn't want to admit to myself, my head was filled with you…" You ramble on.

"Hongjoong was telling the truth then?" You hear Wooyoung mutter to himself, which you didn't quite hear clearly. When you asked him what it was, he simply shrugged it off. And so, you continued.

"I didn't like to admit it because I always thought that I wasn't capable of loving someone and nor did I believe that I was able to make someone love me for who I am-"

"Y/N, I-" You cut Wooyoung off, telling him to let you finish first or you'll lose your words and the courage you've been building up inside.

"But here you are, proving me wrong and every reason or excuse that I can and will probably come up with. And so, Jung Wooyoung, son of Eros, if I asked you to teach me, child of Erebus, how to love, would you? Because…I might, for real, just fall for you."

#jung wooyoung x reader #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #wooyoung fluff #ateez #jung wooyoung #dairyminkiwrites #dairyminki_atzwy

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keplercryptids · 15 days

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for my new ttrpg campaign, Choir (scifi, multi-system, set in a homebrewed universe based on the machineries of empire books' setting), we've been playing a bunch of worldbuilding games in preparation, including one- or two-shots for each PC to play out specific moments from their backstories. (for more general campaign info, see this post!)

anyway, i thought i'd write up brief summaries as to how these backstory games have gone, because they've been a blast and i highly recommend doing this for a campaign that'll involve deep character exploration.

1. Love Triangle in a Death Cult Regency

PC: Idona Noci (they/he)

TTRPG: Good Society, "a collaborative regency rpg that seeks to capture the heart, and the countenance, of Jane Austen’s work."

Backstory situation: How teenage Noci chose duty over love.

Present-campaign Noci is a trained torturer and professional indoctrinator, but they were just a teen once who had to choose between an arranged marriage or a continued relationship with a lower-class boyfriend. We played out one week set 25 years pre-campaign to show how Noci chose marriage and responsibility over love. The setting was a space station that floods with time-keeping tides, set during a week-long celebration of the faction's revered saints. Good Society was such a fun vehicle to play out the intricacies of a death cult space society, and the two-shot was honestly so moving???? i have not stopped thinking about it???? A++++.

2. Chase Through Space

PC: Moment's Pallor (she/zie)

TTRPG: HOUNDs, "a dice-stacking roleplaying game about the bond between a mech pilot and their robot companion."

Backstory situation: How Pallor was caught trying to run away with a stolen, sentient spaceship.

Present-day Pallor is a coder, a scientist, has already been executed once, and doesn't understand why it didn't stick. We changed HOUNDs to be about a computer coder/hacker and a sentient space-moth that had been harnessed and augmented into a ship. Five years prior to the campaign, Pallor connected to said moth, realized that it was sentient, liberated it and tried to escape the empire. Zie was caught and executed for this, then brought back to life under mysterious experimental means. HOUNDs was so much fun and did a great job ramping up the tension of the chase and allowing touching, calm moments too. (We play online, and used Tabletop Simulator on steam for the dice-stacking, which worked very well!) I love this mothgirl and i can't wait until zie can be with hir moth again wahhhh.

3. Divorce Negotiations

PC: Attra Rose (she/her)

TTRPG System: A Long Night in the Mech Bay, "A TTRPG about Relationships Reforged in Conflict."

Backstory situation: Rose and her wife (an NPC) negotiate a divorce while reminiscing about their relationship.

One year before the campaign starts, Rose got divorced (but they will be on the same crew once the campaign starts, oops). We used an albeit incredibly hacked version of LNitMB to play out the seven years of Rose and Han's relationship, from meeting up until and through the divorce negotiations. This was mostly accomplished by completely rewriting all the questions so that they were specific to this couple, and reversing which kinds of questions were asked first, so that it started with happy memories before we entered The Agonies. We also added NPC opportunities and setting description stuff so that the other two players could contribute, but the basic framework was still really useful for this kind of exploration, and I love the idea of starting a brand-new campaign with scar tokens lollllll. anyway i am unwell and having a GREAT time.

#choir campaign #dm stuff #idona noci #moment's pallor #attra rose #stel han'ae #execution #execution mention

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enigmatist17 · 11 months

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I've got you Anon <3

If anyone else would like to ask me anything, go for it!

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Their latest campaign has been a disaster, and Plo Koon does his best to locate the bodies of his men among the debris.

He only manages to find about ten of them, and he hopes the Force takes the lost children he cannot find into its embrace.

The ride back to The Triumphant is a somber one, and after a general debriefing, Plo Koon just seems to vanish before anyone notices. It's not often he uses his Jetti powers on them, so the alarm bells are already ringing among the bridge crew. Plo Koon's quarters are not where a traditional Jetti's is located, the man having moved to the lower decks to be able to be a few floors above his men's barracks. He enjoyed meditating and feeling the ebb and flow of his children in the Force, and they enjoyed having their buir close by.

This made it quite easy for a few worried troopers to go check in on the Jetti, led by Comet who bypassed the lock with ease.

"I do not believe I've called anyone." Plo Koon is hovering in the air, meditating in front of his window bathed with the glow of hyperspace. He may be no Jetti, but Comet knows when someone is trying to put on the illusion of keeping busy, so he steps inside without hesitation.

"No offense general, but you did." The commander didn't flinch when the master craned his head towards him and knelt down beside the other. There's a moment before Plo sets himself on the floor, and the other troopers who had been standing at the door slowly file inside.

"Did you need backup?" He feels someone kneel behind him, and another trooper sits by his other side.

"Yes."

"I see."

Plo can feel the concern and worry from his children all but being shouted into the Force, and his already aching heart feels worse.

"You've said we can come to you for anything buir..." The trooper behind him starts, and after a moment, continues. "We want to return the favor, like you have so many times before. No one should mourn alone."

"...it gets harder every time you fall." The way Plo's shoulders slump made the troopers spike with worry, and Comet takes the action to hug the Jetti to his side.

"Go, get a space ready." The commander glances over his shoulder, and the troopers were up and gone before Plo could even blink. He really should say something, but leaning against Comet with his constant thrum of safety concern love is just so comforting, he can't possibly move, can he?

Eventually, his door opens, and so many of his children seem to flood his room. They've got a few mattresses, pillows, and blankets that Plo had brought on board, and as one they move his furniture to the hallway temporarily to have more floor space. Soon the nest is complete, and Plo gets to his feet to inspect the construct.

"You all amaze me every day."

"We can say that same." Wolffe said as he entered, still not pleased with Plo running from them instead of confiding, but not surprised. He's holding a mug of something, and watches as Plo sits in the middle of the cushion pile in his meditation pose.

No one was sure who would move first, but to no one's surprise, it was Wolffe. The officer is able to slip out of his boots easily enough, offering Plo the cup in his hand as he props himself up with a pillow. It's his favorite tea, and the Jedi sips slowly as slowly, more men join the commander. The Jedi watches those who can't wait just sit around, chatting softly about random things while pouring support and love into the Force, as if they'd been trained like any other Padawan. He's not sure when he leans back against Wolffe, nor when another one of his children hugs his other side, but the Jedi opens himself to the Force.

It does feel better to mourn with those who understand, and for once draw some strength so as not to lose himself in the pain.

Plo Koon doesn't have nightmares, the love from his children driving them far away.

#personal #star wars #clone wars #star wars clone wars #plo koon #104th battalion #commander wolffe #clone commander comet #anon request #this was a lot of fun~!#buir plo koon

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deadsnothere · 1 year

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Fallin' For Ya!

Synopsis - confessing to Cynthia through song?

Based off the song: Fallin for Ya! - Teen beach movie

The longer version this is based off of more

Masterlist

WARNINGS! - gay people

Request - No!

Word Count - 5k (with part two not sure who long this part is)

Speak Ali! - I spent three days on this 😍🫶🏼 there will be a part 2 and maybe 3 but most likely just a 2

Riding away from a man in a car on Cynthia’s Motorcycle, is not how I thought tonight would go-

You may be asking “How the fuck do you end up running away from a man in a car after you explored an abandoned car shop to makeout with your kind-of girlfriend." It's a long story, but since you're on this tag on tumblr..i'm assuming you have the time.

The T-Birds, and The Pink lady's, all sat at two tables in the Frosty Palace. We were just laughing and talking about the campaign until I had to go on stage. Shy Guy had his arm resting on the back of my chair. Until Cynthia moved his arm and replaced it with her own, she gave me a wink and continued talking with the boys, while the ladies were drawing little posters. She was helping but got a bit distracted by the T-birds. Now I was in her place finishing her cute little drawings- and giggling at the stupid jokes she wrote on it.

Shy Guy was looking a bit sad, probably from Cynthia flirting with me. I feel bad but at the same time, I can't help that she doesn't have feelings for my brother. I wish she had feelings for me but no matter how gay she looks I'm not sure she's is. All of her flirting has always been a joke, she had to tell the entire gang that.

My thoughts were interrupted. “Hey Alias, are you ok?” Jane looked worried. “Oh yeah of course- why?” She furrowed her brows and tilted her head, responding carefully. “You're crying?” I HAVE TO BLINK- I FORGOT ABOUT BLINKING- My hand touched the one small tear that dropped out of my eye and I blinked a few times to bring the moisture back. “No no! Oh my- I'm fine I was just zoned out.” Jane nodded and smiled, Less worried now she went back to her poster.

When I turned back to the poster in front of me Cynthia was drawing again. We were practically face to face. She grinned when she noticed I was looking at her. “What? Think I'm gonna let you out do me on my own poster-” She was teasing, so I poked her cheek.

Looking at the clock on the wall, I stood up. “Hey, where are you going?-” Cynthia grabbed my hand and placed it on the poster board. “I have to go up to sing Cyn- it's 7:30 isn't it?” She opened and closed her mouth looking a bit like a fish, before finally answering. “Oh- yeah it is, you can go ahead-” She let go of my hand and continued staring at me as I walked up the stairs of the stage.

Originally it was me and five other girls- now it's just three. I smoothed down my polka dot dress and waited patiently, while the other three got to their mics and gave me a thumbs up. “Hello Frosty Palace! It is me, your Thursday night entertainment, Alias Foreman!” I gave the crowd a second to die down on clapping, hearing the T-Birds and Pink Ladies yell my name, Cynthia's voice sticking out the most as she whistled. “Tonight, me and my girls, Maria, Kt and Lain! Will be singing a song I wrote for a very special somebody.” The crowd roared up in "oooh"s, I looked over to the group, a few of the T-birds were tapping Cynthia's shoulder in a congratulate manor, she was confused but smiled at me anyways making eye contact. Behind her Shy Guy was looking back and forth from me to Cynthia and staring with a sorrowful smile. I smiled back at him with as much sympathy as I could muster on stage. “This is “Fallin’ for ya".” The band in the back started playing the music sheets I'd given them when I arrived at the shop a few hours earlier to practice.

“The day started ordinary, boys walking by.” l turned my head from left to right slowly like I was following the “boys”. There were people dancing with partners or friends and some alone but either way they all looked to be having a good time. “Ooh Ooh” - “It was the same old story, too fresh or too shy.” I kneeled down, booping Buddy on the nose and smiling sarcastically sweet. “I’m not the kind to fall for a guy who flashes a smile.” I looked down at Buddy one more time, waving him away from the stage. “It goes on for miles.” The girls and their angelic voices sang from beside me.

“Unusually swoon, but i'm over the moon!” I dramatically laid a hand on my forehead. “Cuz he was just too cool for school!” - “and now I’m fallin’ for ya!” We had a little dance on stage, we’d snap with the left hand by our head and with the right by our hip and keep changing them along with the beat.

“Fallin for ya! I know I shouldn't but I-“ I sang it with much more passion than i’d normally put into a song. my eyes were closed and as Cynthia said “I was practically making out with the mic” but it still didn't feel just right. Something is off, but I can't tell what.“-I Just can't stop myself from falling for ya! Fallin for ya!” The girls were looking at me surprised, I haven't sung like this in so long, most of it was a song someone requested or something I felt like doing that day- and even if this doesn't feel right, it feels good.

Looking out at the crowd there were people smiling with their lovers and friends. But the only smile I cared about was the bright one Cyn had on her face right now and it only got brighter when I looked at her. “Can't hold on any longer and now I'm falling for you.”

Again dancing to the music in the background, spinning one of the girls, giggling and going back to our respective mics. “Now we're going steady, he's the cat's meow” I hated having to replace the pronouns, it sort of felt like betrayal. “Meow Meow” I tore my headband off and shook my hair a bit to stop the headache that started to grow. “He says I'm a Betty and we paint the town.” Cyn always called me Betty jokingly ‘cause someone at a coffee shop didn't hear my name and called me Betty instead. I think that made her catch on to who the song is about, because once she fully processed the line, she went bright red. “ooh ooh” The girls were watching me, well more like me and Cynthia. They weren't making it obvious but I knew they were watching us.

“I'm not the kind to fall for a guy just cause he says hi,” My eyes wandered around the crowd, mostly kids from Rydell Highschool but also parents or older customers who come to watch me sing. “when he's cruising by” Maria, Kt, And Lain were the only people I trusted enough to tell I was a lesbian. We all ended up finding out we like girls, and jokingly (and secretly) called ourselves the first gay high school singers. The only other person who knows is Shy Guy. “He's ready to race and I'm catching his gaze” I winked at Jane and Olivia and waved to them. Cyn makes a little frowny face. “They’ll go on like this for days!” They all knew I liked Cynthia, but only the girls teased me about it. Shy Guy tried his best to be supportive but I think he would’ve liked it if it were another girl I had my eye on.

“And now I'm- Falling for ya, falling for ya” All four of us sang in harmony, the more me and Cynthia stared at each other the more right it felt to sing this song. “I know I shouldn't but I-” I felt like I was confessing to her on this stage, and that's exactly how I wanted it. I wanted her to know how I felt but also have plausible deniability if it doesn't work out well. “I just can't stop myself from- Falling for ya, falling for ya!” I loved her and wanted to scream it across rooftops in New york, but “My kind of people” aren't accepted in this world. At least that's what Ma says. “Can't hold on any longer and now I'm falling for you.”

The girls have this word they made up that goes well with the song “Shoop”, they repeat it four times each lyric and I love it so much because if it were used in real life it would be so stupid. “It feels like I tumbled from another world” I placed my hands on my shoulders and dramatically shook them. “Into your arms and it's so secure!” Cyn still held eye contact with me, Practically hypnotized as I sang. “Maybe I'll stumble but I know for sure, head over heels I'm gonna be your girl.”

The music continued for a short break. We had about a minute to run down the stairs, drag some people onto the dance floor and get back up to the stage. All four of us quickly ran down the stairs, I went to Shy Guy and Cynthia pulled them both up and dragged them down. Cyn grabbed onto me as I tried to leave, twirling me around, I smiled and pulled Shy Guy into her, giving him a wink and running back to the stage. It hurt a bit, but I wanted him to at least make a move with her if I couldn't.

Once I got back onto the stage we still had a few seconds to spare, so me and Maria were twirling together on different sides of the stage, laughing and giggling at the stupidity and ecstasy we were feeling…until it went sour and my foot was a little too close to the edge of the stage, I fell off, landing in someone's arms. Jonathan, Maria’s brother.

Fuck how do I cover this- how do I cover this?? Cynthia was running over to me as fast as my brother would drop his arms away from her. he had a defeated look on his face. “And now I'm falling for ya, falling for ya I know I shouldn't but I-” I hate to say it but the entire time I was staring at Cyn while I was being held in another man's arms. She was looking over me while John was holding me bridal style, but of course she was trying to wrangle me out of his arms at the same time. “I just can't stop myself from falling for ya,” When John set me back on my feet and Cyn went back to dancing with my brother, which she didn't look too interested in, kept looking back at me. I kept my grasp around John to make it look like I was looking at him but really she was the one who I couldn't look away from. “falling for ya, Can't hold on any longer and now I'm falling for you.” As the music died out, and the crowd started cheering, I was still looking at her, punching my brother's arm in a “you're a bro!” kind of way while they danced, I hated it.

I wanted to be the one dancing with her. John pushed me away from him, smiling at me awkwardly. “Thanks for catching me-..bro?” We both started laughing at how stupid I sounded. "Platonic?" I nodded, thanking whatever god for listening to my prayer. "Platonic." We did a short little hand shake, high five and walked away from each other. I went back to the stage, Lain handed me my jacket and gave me a pat on the back. “See you at home Ali?” I nodded, and gave her a hug, the other two had quick plans they needed to make it to, so they had already left.

“Tell mom and dad Cyn is bringing me home on her bike.” She rolled her eyes and laughed at me. “You know how much they hate that motorbike.” I smiled and pinched her cheek. “But they love the girl who drives it.” She swatted my hand away. “They aren't the only ones-” I pushed her away from me. “Shut up-” Both of us finally walked away. (I gave her the bird and she stomped away.)

“Alias!” I heard a voice calling me, her voice calling me. “Cyn! How’d you like my song?” She smiled brightly, Shy Guy depressingly making his way back to his seat. “I loved it! Who was it about!?” She was wide eyed and staring at me, eager to. “Well who do you think it was about?” Cynthia looked around and pulled me down to whisper in my ear. “Was it about me?-” I pulled back, looked her in the eye and with as much confidence as I could muster, nodded a silent yes. To my surprise, she was ecstatic. Bright red and practically jumping for joy. “Do you want to ditch these losers and get out of here- I heard there's an abandoned car shop somewhere outside of town.” This time I nodded rapidly, still trying to get my thoughts together. “Yes- yes!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the table. “Hey! Alias has to be home soon so- me and her are going to get going.”

She let go of my hand. We kept looking at each other, smiling. Olivia was the first to speak up. “Did you two finally figure it out?” ..What? “What?-” Jane next. “Figure out that you like each other,” Cyn gasped, slapping Jane's shoulder. Jane looked offended, the bird brains and Olivia started laughing, and Nancy was rolling her eyes at the pinning. “I didn't tell her yet!-” Jane was smiling, hiding behind Olivia. “I'm sorry! I thought she knew because of how you were acting-”

Olivia rolled her eyes smiling at them both. “Go have fun you two- We’ll see you at school tomorrow?” Cynthia grabbed my hand dragging me off the platform. “Yeah yeah! Expect us both with a few new accessories!” She was walking backwards pointing at her neck and winking to the table, getting some whistles back from the T-Birds and a- “Hey that's still my sister!- I’ll kill you Cynthia-” -from Shy Guy. I hit Cyn in the head, Obviously flustered by her comment.

We got outside quickly, Throwing our Pink Lady jackets and our helmets on, climbing on the back of her bike. I clung to her waist and made sure my skirt wouldn't fly up. “You good back there pretty girl?” Her voice was a bit weary, like she was afraid to use the name. “I'm good, Hit the road!” I pulled the goggles to my helmet down, grabbing onto the sides of the backseat as my handles and letting the wind hit my body, just enjoying the feeling.

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Just finished reading chapter 3 of footy au and I'm in LOVE. Can't wait for chap 4👀

here she is! — chapter 4: swapping jerseys

‘hi!’ ava says, all enthusiasm, waving on her little zoom screen. you physically ache for her, more than you want to admit; you’ll get to see her in two days, hopefully carving out a little quiet time before the friendly you’re set to play against her national team.

zuri, your agent, smiles, and you know she — like everyone ava seems to meet — is already charmed. ava has a team issued t-shirt on, her hair wet from a shower, since she’s a few hours behind you and just finished training. she’s so, so beautiful.

‘hello,’ zuri says. ‘it’s great to meet, even though it’s remotely. beatrice has told me a lot about you.’

‘good things, i’m sure.’ ava grins. ‘there are no bad things to tell, really.’

‘wonderful,’ you grumble when zuri laughs; you’re already outnumbered — but, really, you feel seen and heard and cared for, by your agent and by ava. you feel like you have control and it’s not so scary, not anymore.

‘well,’ zuri says, ‘this is informal and not at all a contract or MOU meeting. i’ve been representing beatrice for years, now, and we’ve, honestly, never had to navigate something like this before. i am thrilled that’s been remedied, to be clear.’ it’s said with such a fond smile you can’t help yourself: the bloom of freedom in your chest, ever since the first day you met ava, has been life-changing, and you know zuri means her kind words.

‘sweet,’ ava says. ‘well, i would, like, tell everyone and their mom that i’m dating beatrice xin, but i really want to do what’s bea’s comfortable with. it means a lot to me, that she feels safe.’

‘this will be easy, then,’ zuri says happily. ‘beatrice, since we know where ava stands, i know we’ve talked about this, and i’m sure you’ve talked to ava, but why don’t you just let us both know right now what you’re feeling will be best for you, and i’ll help you go from there.’

you take a deep breath, centering yourself: what you want is the same as ava — to shout from the rooftops that you get to kiss the most miraculous person you’ve ever known. ‘i would like to — i would like to not hide.’

ava looks at you like she’s falling in love all over again, and maybe she is, maybe that’s what you’re doing all the time. if you think it’s love, you remember, one of her favorite soft songs, it is. if you think it’s trust, it is.

you continue. ‘i don’t want to put out a statement, either about my sexuality or our relationship. not yet, at least. but if ava wants to post a picture of us or of me on her instagram, or even if i want to post something not strictly professional, i guess, or if we hold hands getting coffee or out at dinner, if we drive to games together, stuff like that. i —‘ you pause, straighten your shoulders; you hate that you can’t hold ava right now, can’t touch or kiss her, but her calm, happy expression is almost enough. ‘i love ava. i don’t want to hide that. i don’t want to hide that part of myself.’

‘i love you, too, bea,’ ava says, and zuri legitimately looks like she might cry.

‘sorry,’ she says, more to ava than to you. ‘i’ve managed beatrice since she was seventeen and i’m, just — whew! i’m happy for her! and for you! beatrice is the best.’

‘don’t worry,’ ava says, a gentle smile on her face, ‘i know.’

‘great. well then, it’s just details from here on out, then. ava, you’re out, right?’

‘yeah, as bi, queer, either one i’m happy with. i’ve posted about it and i’ve done a few interviews, and i was in our club’s pride campaign last season, so that’s cool. but, um, i’m definitely not cis, but that’s a lot of explaining, something that i don’t really want to do all the time, especially to so many people i don’t know. so, like, obviously bea knows, my teammates and friends know, now you know, but that’s relatively private information. i’m fine with she/her pronouns.’ ava shrugs. ‘that’s that at the moment.’

‘thank you for sharing,’ zuri says, just like she would any other information, easy and open and kind. ‘well, that’s always yours to disclose if, when, and how you see fit. i know diego is your agent, and he’s great, but please feel free to reach out to me if you ever want any guidance on PR. and, if you do decide to make a joint statement, however you’d like to do that, obviously i’ll coordinate with diego and it’ll be be our job to help with that as well.’

‘thank you, zuri.’ you feel a little overwhelmed, and very glad you get to see ava soon. you love national team spells — have always loved them — but you long for her in a way you’ve never felt before.

‘yeah,’ ava says. ‘thank you, a lot. i’m really glad bea has had someone like you for a long time, too.’

‘that’s very kind,’ zuri says, quiet and sincere, and then smiles. ‘well, i’ll leave the finer details of consenting to social media posts, any pda in public, whatever, up to you. if you need help navigating anything, you have my number. beatrice, we’ll speak when you’re back about your sponcon schedule for preseason.’

you nod.

‘and ava,’ zuri says, ‘kick some ass during that friendly. you’re a delight to watch play.’

ava grins. ‘will do. thank you.’

zuri signs off with a little wave and then it’s just you and ava, miles apart. ‘thank you, for that,’ you say.

‘baby,’ ava says, ‘of course.’ she bites her bottom lip for a second. ‘i do have a question, and it seems kind of silly.’

‘many of your questions are silly; that’s never stopped you before.’

‘ha ha.’ she swallows. ‘well, i know we’re together together, like, i obviously am thrilled. but — and definitely not to post or anything like that! — but, are we… girlfriends? partners? what do you prefer?’

‘either of those,’ you say, your heart racing a little at getting to call ava silva your girlfriend, your partner. ‘do you have a preference?’

she shrugs. ‘not most days, i don’t think. i like either. if it changes, can i let you know?’

‘of course, ava.’

her smile is so bright you think you might cry. ‘thanks, bea.’ she sighs. ‘my partner. ha. wild.’

‘it sounds — i like it.’

her happy expression doesn’t fade. ‘hey, can i post a picture? just a few of the off-season. maybe one of us playing that hans took for me? nothing obvious or anything.'

you let yourself have the time to think it over; while it’s not an official statement, ava posting the two of you training privately for two months of the off season is, well, pretty official. ‘i would really like that.’

‘yeah? really? don’t just say it for me, okay? i can bother camila and chanel until the end of time with these pictures.’

‘while i’m sure you already have —‘ she grimaces so you know you were right — ‘i meant what i said. i love you. i’m proud to be your girlfriend, and i don’t want to hide. if a picture of us playing makes you happy and you want to share it, then… honestly, it makes me happy too.’

ava flops back in bed, rocking her laptop and out of frame for a moment before she moves it and pops back up, on her side, steadied on her elbow. ‘i love you. also, i have pt in half an hour. can i send you a draft of the post by then?’

‘i have dinner in an hour and a half, so that should be just fine. but, ava, also, i trust you.’

she’s quiet for a moment. ‘i miss you. i got really used to sleeping in the same bed.’

‘i miss you too.’

‘but! i’ll see you in 45 hours, right?’

‘yes.’ you’re warmed by the silly fact she’s counting down the hours. ‘two sleeps.’

’think you can sneak into my room after?’

‘i think i can manage that.’

she laughs and you think you can manage just about anything.

you’re at dinner, sitting by yourself because you’d gotten there a little late. you don’t mind it: you like the quiet, and you’re reading a new series of essays in german you’d been waiting to dig into since ava gave it to you a week ago, when your phone dings.

instagram: @avasilva has tagged you in a post.

you take a deep breath — shaky, and so sure — and then click on the notification. it’s a carousel of pictures of your time in the alps: the field in early morning light; the view of the lake from your deck, the mountains glittering double in the distance; a pile of pastries ava had come home with one morning; ava with her favorite regulars at the bar you’d dance at. the seventh picture is of the two of you laughing, a ball between you, your foot up on it and your hands on your hips, ava in a sports bra and your shirt faithfully tucked in. hans had taken it, one day, just before ava had convinced him to turn the sprinklers on so you could run through them after you’d finished training, barefoot and free. it doesn’t mean anything, really, if you weren’t paying attention, but you had shared your home with her. you’re looking at her like you’ve never wanted anything else in the world: ava silva and football and the hazy summer sun.

avasilva had the best off-season convincing @beatricexin to take a break from running around with a ball & try every croissant in the alps 💅 i can’t wait to play for everyone soon, lfg!!

it’s funny, and endearing, and you did in fact eat a lot of croissants. you like the photo and ava sends you a text with a string of emojis that are mostly hearts and smiley faces, a random planet and dog thrown in, and a few mountains.

i love you too, you text back. in bed that night, you think of how ava’s unabashed joy had turned your life on its head: you want and want and want, now, without remorse, something other than football. something bigger than football.

bea <3 <3 <3 (9:06 pm)

Hello, is it okay if I post something? I can send you a draft.

Ava (9:08 pm)

yeah!!!!!!!!! of course :) as long as it’s not a nude do your thing ;) those stay between us

you roll your eyes but don’t let your hidden folder of nudes ava does enjoy sending you distract you from the soft pictures you’d taken of her one night, as the sun was setting. she’s wearing a hoodie — one of your hoodies — and shorts, her cap on backwards, barefoot, doing silly tricks in the small patch of grass behind your lakehouse next to the deck. you had asked her how, after all the complaining she did during training, she still wanted to be playing football right now, and she had laughed and flicked the ball over her head, then trapped it deftly. ’training is football,’ she’d said, ‘but this is fun. the beautiful game, bea. don’t forget.’

you pick your favorite: ava smiling at her own trick, standing still with the ball balanced on her foot, the hydrangeas around the same purple as the dusky sky. your instagram really is only pictures of you playing or sponsored content, most of which zuri posts herself or sends you copy for. there’s the occasional picture with your teammates after you’ve won something, but — your life has expanded far beyond your carefully pressed kits and the six foam rollers in your home gym, the stack of tupperware in your fridge.

beatricexin Jogo bonito @avasilva

ava calls you laughing, delighted, and then tells you all about her day; you turn off all of your instagram notifications and fall asleep to the sound of her voice.

ava’s presser is in the morning for her, before training, so you get to watch clips during the tail end of your physical therapy. it feels, a little, even though you’d facetimed her when she’d woken up that morning during your lunch, that you haven’t gotten to hug or kiss or hold her in forever. you’ve never felt this way before: you’re used to your solitude, to your quiet. ava is loud, and incredibly tactile, and genuinely adores small talk; she doesn’t mind when she spills food or if her socks fall down or her hair is in her face; she stops to pet every dog she sees.

she’s remarkably charming in pressers, a little less unpredictable than she’d been a season ago. just as you’re settling into yourself, so is ava: football is fun but football is also important, and she, in her own way, is a leader too.

‘what are some keys for you in this next match?’ a journalist asks.

‘well,’ ava starts, ‘we’ve been working on defensive shape, especially in the midfield, which i think will be really important. lilith reyes is a knockout, so making sure we shut down her ability to face up at the 9 will be important. and beatrice xin is obviously the best player in the world. she’s impossible to properly defend in man to man marking, so our discipline in formation from the front line and our 10s and 6s, especially, will be paramount. honestly, even double teaming her is hard, because she can get out of such tight spaces easily, so we’ll just see how we do there. it’s a good game to gauge where we are in that respect.’ she smiles. ’other than that, you know, have fun, kick ass, and finish our chances. hopefully i get a good goal or two.’

the entire room laughs, and ava smiles, and you feel your whole body warm, just like that. you carry the feeling through the rest of physical therapy, even though it’s definitely boring by this point, more prehab than anything, through your shower and through the walk to your presser. you get a few questions about your continued work in advocacy, team chemistry, and how you’re looking forward to your club season and the world cup.

‘there’s a few new players on the roster that you’ll play against in a few days, maybe a different look to this team than what you might be used to,’ one journalist says. ‘do you have any specific team tactics you’re bringing into this upcoming match, especially as the world cup approaches?’

‘sure. any player called up and rostered is going to be dangerous, of course,’ you say. ‘and their veterans, as well, deserve a lot of credit. i’ve played with mary for years and there’s no better a leader than her.’ you really are thinking about the upcoming match when you continue, ‘and, obviously, in regard to some new faces we’ll see, ava silva can score when she wants, so we’ve got to make sure we keep her in check.’ you can’t help but smile. ‘easier said than done, of course. but beyond that, we just need to stick to our game plan: be patient, control the midfield, win tackles, finish. we’ve come together really well after this break, so i’m excited.’

you answer a few more specific tactical questions, and then you’re done. you say hi to a few of your favorite journalists that you haven’t seen in a few months, and then make your way back to your room. when you look at your phone, you roll your eyes at the number of texts you already see, try to wrack your brain for something you’d said that had been that interesting.

you answer when ava calls, and she’s laughing. ‘hi bea!’

‘hello, ava.’

‘wait, one second.’ she facetimes you with mary in the background, who waves with a good-natured eye roll at ava’s antics; she’s practically vibrating. ‘okay, here,’ she says, then turns her camera around so you can see her laptop on a youtube video, then presses play. ‘ava silva can score when she wants,’ you hear, and you groan.

‘ava.’

‘this is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me.’

‘ava.’

she’s smiling too big for you to fight it: a laugh bubbles up out of your chest and then mary is laughing too. ‘lilith is gonna have a field day with this,’ she says.

‘i’m gonna print this out as a poster, i think,’ ava tells you, still playing it on loop in the background.

there’s a knock on your hotel room door and when you open it lilith is, indeed, holding out her phone.

‘hi lilith!’ ava says from your screen. ‘looking hot, as always. great and terrifying to see you, please don’t kill me in two days.’

you sigh. lilith leans against the doorframe. ‘ava silva can score when she wants?’

‘okay, you know what i meant.’

‘yeah!’ ava says. ‘i can score! in more ways than one!’

‘goodbye, ava.’

‘bye, love you,’ ava says, still laughing, and you hang up.

lilith just looks at you for a moment and then rolls her eyes, but it’s not cruel. you think, maybe, she might be amused. ‘see you at dinner, beatrice.’

you squirrel away a little time with ava between team meetings and training, just an hour for coffee in between your two hotels. she drags you into the bathroom immediately and kisses you senseless the moment she walks in the door and sees you sitting at a table, your drinks and a few croissants already ordered.

‘i missed you so much,’ she says. ‘i know it wasn’t even that long, but, like, fuck, bea.’

‘i love you too, ava,’ you say, and kiss your way down her neck. ‘i missed you too. i, honestly, i’ve never really had someone to miss before. it was — it was nice, to get to know i’d see you. or, at least, that you missed me too.’

she softens, puts her hand to your cheek. ‘of course i missed you. and your ass, which i will be kicking tomorrow.’

‘you’ve been waiting on that one, haven’t you?’

‘for a week now, yeah.’ she rubs her thumb over your cheekbone. ‘hi.’

it’s a miracle. her brown eyes, the pretty set of her brow, the bow of her lips. a miracle. ‘hello.’

you kiss a little while longer, put your hand beneath her shirt and let yourself feel the tender press of her ribs; wind your hand to the soft skin of her back, trace up and down the scar there while she shivers. ‘i love you.’

‘i love you too.’

you sit in the corner of the patio, and you drink your coffee, and you let ava persuade you into eating a croissant — your resistance mostly for show, at this point — and you walk her to the lobby of her hotel. mary gives you a hug and ava squeezes your hand.

‘see you tomorrow,’ she says.

‘i hope you enjoy losing.’

ava laughs. ‘good luck with that.’

you don’t score all that often — 29 goals for your national team so far, which is fine by you; you’d rather set assist records anyway — but there’s something about a home crowd and ava wearing a different uniform than you, shooting you a wink in the tunnel before you walked out, jumping up and down a few times, serious and focused, before the whistle. you shake hands with mary before the coin toss (tails, you call, always tails), doing your very best to seem solemn and professional, even though, you know, after the game you’ll get a beer with her and shannon, who is watching from the box. you tuck your jersey in one final time, pull the double knots on your boots tight, and close your eyes, just for a moment, as you always do. you understand it all, again, a blessing: the hush of the crowd; their 8, always a little out of position, the through ball on to lilith in the wide space open again and again; the ache in your ankle minimal. and you understand something else, too: ava will be miraculous. and then, your final, favorite thing to look for before a whistle: there are so many xin 10 national team jerseys in the crowd; so many little girls, lots of whom aren’t white, and it makes you feel like you can do anything.

you don’t score often, but knowing ava is watching you is electrifying. at one point, you go into a tackle against her, hard and unrelenting, and she catches the top of her foot with her studs. you lie down for a second, let the sting wear off, and then accept her help to stand. ‘my bad, baby,’ she says, quiet enough and with a neutral expression, genuinely sorry. it makes you laugh, and you pat her shoulder, and the ref seems appeased enough that she just gives away a warning, and not a yellow.

you get the ball from the restart, around midfield, and then find lilith in the wide space. lilith is fast and strong and so elegant; you might want to physically fight her not infrequently but you’ve never felt anything other than admiration for her on the pitch, and today is no different. she sends a ball in, around the penalty spot, and you’d timed your run perfectly. the cross is hard and fast, takes a nasty skip that forces you to reset your feet quickly, but you finish on a perfectly timed half volley that mary has absolutely no chance of stopping: no spin, upper 90, perfect.

the crowd erupts: it’s a friendly, but there’s 90,000 people watching and it certainly doesn’t feel like one. you run to the corner flag, letting out a yell that you so rarely let yourself, a momentary lapse in careful, constant restraint — what a fucking goal, you think. your teammates hug you and even lilith smiles, big and bright. when you jog back to midfield you catch ava smiling despite herself.

it’s not until the 67’ that ava equalizes; it’s not your fault, you think with a little bit of relief: you love playing against her but you’re the best in the world because you refuse to let yourself be anything but, and you do not personally want to be beaten. ava gets the ball on the left side, out wide, and you already know it’s going to be abysmal for your team when she manages an elastico and then a nutmeg, beating your right and center backs, one after another. you’d watched her goof around with the ball like this for months, lucky for it, her socks falling down and the alps calm in the distance, and it’s no different now: ava feints right and cuts back, sharp, onto her left foot, finishes, lightning fast, with a curling ball past your keeper’s outstretched hands.

she laughs, after she scores, hands thrown into the air, and kisses the crest on her jersey, just for fun. you let out a deep breath, your hands on your hips, and when she sees you looking at her, you have to shake your head with an amused roll of your eyes.

the game ends in a draw, exciting and fair, and the fans love it, which makes you happy. there are no injuries, no serious fouls, and your team got to work on defensive shape with a very lively forward, so, all in all, tons of positives. you tell your team this in the final huddle, and everyone cheers. most of all, you make sure to say, you had fun.

after you break, you find ava lingering around midfield, talking to mary. you give them both hugs, and mary shoves you good-naturedly. ‘you couldn’t take it easy on me, xin? not even for one game?’

‘can’t let ava have all the glory,’ you say. ‘i have to remind people i can still score every now and then.’

ava grins. ‘that goal was so hot. tragically it was against us, but still, so hot.’

‘your goal was fine,’ you say, ‘i guess.’

ava gasps in mock offense, then laughs. ‘did you ask your backs how their ankles are feeling? i thought you’d enjoy the elastico.’

‘okay,’ mary says, ‘i’m going to go see my wife and let you two continue your weird foreplay.’

‘as if you didn’t spend years showing off in front of shannon,’ you say, and ava laughs as mary walks away.

‘well,’ ava says, ‘while we’re at it, do you want to trade jerseys?’

you think about it, and you know ava wouldn’t be upset at all if you said no, if you didn’t feel ready. but you want to wear her jersey, you want to see your name on her back. ‘let’s do it.’

‘yes!’ she immediately grabs the bottom hem of her jersey and lifts it over her head. maybe it’s because you played a full 90 and are exhausted and not really thinking; maybe it’s because you love her, but you smooth her wild hair down and then take your jersey off before you trade. you know she’s worn your jersey before, a fact that chanel had been delighted to inform you of the first time you ever talked on zoom, complete with many photos — but you’ve never worn hers. even though it’s your rival national team, it feels a little imbued with the magic and the joy ava brings every time she steps on the pitch, like you can absorb it through the sweaty material, a size smaller than yours.

‘do you want a picture?’ ava’s national team social media manager asks, and you nod before ava can try to decide for both of you. it gets a happy, soft smile from her, and it’s worth it, a million times over, to put your arm around her shoulder while she puts hers on your hip.

later, after you debrief in your separate locker rooms, after you go through meticulous recovery, you meet ava outside the restaurant some of you are meeting at. ‘how do you feel about me posting the picture from today?’

‘i love you.’

she looks at you like you’ve given her the world; you don’t know how to, yet, tell her that she’s given it to you, in spades. ‘i love you too.’ she presses a kiss to your cheek. ‘so that’s a yes.’

‘that’s a yes, darling.’ you squeeze her hand. ‘maybe, if you give me incentive later, maybe i’ll even put it on my grid too.’

‘there’s a bathroom right inside, bea.’

‘we’re early, yes?’

ava practically sprints, dragging you by the hand while you laugh. mary rolls her eyes when you and ava emerge from the bathroom a few minutes later and find them at their table, ava’s hair an absolute mess and the buttons of your shirt misaligned. shannon just chuckles and pulls you in for a hug.

ava is starting in on her third croissant, which, to be fair, she’d gotten back in the middle of the night yesterday, and she’s jetlagged and starving, beatrice at 9 am — i think you would happily eat three croissants even if you weren’t jetlagged, ava. you have a few days off before club starts again, and you’re using them to kiss your partner and buy her as many croissants as she wants, even if she sprays crumbs everywhere telling you about an elaborate plan she and camila have for a prank on lilith (it’ll inevitably fail, but you like to see them try).

you’re headed back from the bathroom and busy staring at the gentle cut of her bicep while she gestures animatedly, croissant and all, when two young teenage girls, probably 13 or 14, come up to the table. you have over a hundred million followers on instagram, but you don’t really get recognized in public too often, mostly because you — at least, in the past — have mostly posted about football and sponcon. but ava, charming and friendly and so pretty, is, of course, amazing at social media, and open and happy, and gaining followers faster than you ever had, especially since she’d started posting pictures with you.

‘hey,’ ava says, and the girls nervously hovering near your table both blush profusely. ‘i’m ava, what’s up?’

‘ava silva, oh my god,’ one of them says. ‘hi.’

ava smiles. ‘how’s your day?’

‘good,’ the other says. ‘so good, oh my god. sorry, sorry. i’m mia, this is taylor.’ she points to her friend. ‘you’re, like, our favorite player.’

‘that’s really nice,’ ava says, and she spots you from the corner of her eye. you know that you don’t have to go over, that you could go back to the bathroom and she would text you when they leave, but you want to be with her. maybe not without saying anything publicly, but — ava is your partner. ava is the love of your life.

‘hi,’ you say, sit down at the table next to ava, and she really has to stop herself from bursting into laughter when the girls legitimately look like they might pass out.

‘beatrice xin,’ mia whispers.

‘hello,’ you say.

‘you’re — whoa. beautiful.’

‘taylor,’ mia chastises, but ava is already laughing delightedly.

‘beatrice is beautiful, it’s okay.’

‘do you play football?’ you ask, mostly because you think ava would keep this going and never, ever put them out of their misery. it gets them going on a calmer little explanation of their club team, the positions they play, how they saw your last friendly and even got mary’s autograph once at a sleepaway camp. eventually, ava asks if they want a picture — they do, and they almost have tears in their eyes — and you let them stand between the two of you and ava easily gets someone a table over to take a picture. they profusely thank you and then leave, squealing a little, and ava takes your hand under the table.

‘you good?’

‘you think i’m beautiful?’

ava laughs, easy and light, as if this is the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard in her life. ‘bea, you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever known.’

you go to the ballon d’or together; you wear a suit without a shirt underneath, and, after a little pestering, let your hair down and sweep it over one of your shoulders, wavy and long; ava wears a gorgeous gown, a slit far too high up her leg to be forgotten by you very easy. you debate whether or not you could just ditch the entire thing and go home instead. she’s so soft and so happy it quells the anxious chatter in your chest. and you don’t say anything, but she posts to her instagram story and everyone takes pictures of you holding hands on the red carpet and nothing changes. the world doesn’t shift on its axis. ava holds your hand.

and then you win — again — but this time it feels special, it feels real: ava wipes tears off her cheeks while you accept the trophy on stage, she whistles and cheers your name. everyone knows now anyway, you think, so:

‘i’d like to thank my partner, ava,’ you say, and will your voice not to shake, after you’d thanked your teammates and the staff who makes it all possible, ‘who plays the game with more joy than anyone i’ve ever known.’ you lift the trophy in her direction and then let out a deep breath. the lights are bright but ava is brighter, and your whole life unfolds before you: ava on the pitch; ava waking up in your big bed; ava’s clothes in your closet; ava’s smile in the middle of the afternoon when you finish an op-ed and walk out of your office. ava by the ocean; ava in the mountains; ava, asleep on your shoulder in the middle of the sky: ava, everywhere.

things are beautiful, for months: ava spends the night often; a few times you fall asleep on her couch and camila is delighted when you shuffle out of ava’s bedroom in the morning, probably hours after they’ve both woken up. one night, after a game where ava scores five goals, you put her jersey on and look at her, lying in your bed with a strap-on on, the dildo shiny and her eyes wide when you let yourself sink down onto it. she puts her hands on your hips and it’s the most overwhelming feeling, to have ava touching you, to have ava inside of you and filling you up so much you think you might scream, to have ava telling you that you’re beautiful, and sexy, and so, so good. you order pizza afterward, after she’s come more times than she claims she can count, and eat in bed, pepperoni grease and the way she groans and pats her stomach when she’s full, smiling at you with so, so much love. you do promo for this seasons’ kits, and you take pictures together for the pride mural a local artist is doing. none of it feels scary; all of it feels full of joy.

things are beautiful. things are so, so beautiful.

it’s a perfect ball into the box from camila, clinical and ruthless, and time slows down when you watch, in excitement and then seeping, unstoppable dread, as ava goes for it. she’s not looking anywhere but the ball, but from your view at the 18 you can see it all happen: ava jumps and heads the ball, perfectly, but then a defender trips, the goalkeeper slams into ava’s side, and ava’s feet get swept from underneath her. ava falls, hard, onto her back, with a cry of pain.

the ball is in the back of the net but white hot panic is shooting through you — you have never cared about a goal, or sponsorships or trophies or football less than you do right now. lilith is by ava’s side immediately, because she had been closest, and she quickly waves for the medical team to come on. it takes a few seconds for you to reach her, although it feels like years. ava’s eyes are closed and she’s whimpering; you’re not sure if she’s trying to not make noise because she’s hurting or if she’s mostly scared.

‘ava,’ you say, afraid to touch her beyond the gentlest caress of her cheek you can manage.

she opens her eyes — a little unfocused, a little clouded — and you blink back your own tears to wipe hers. ‘i can’t move.’

you don’t care, in that moment, about anything other than her. ‘can you feel my hand?’

you don’t let her move to where you’ve grasped hers, but she nods. ‘yeah,’ she says, the slightest bit of relief bleeding through the fear. ‘yeah.’

‘okay,’ you say. ‘that’s good. that’s really good, darling.’

jillian kneels by ava’s head, puts both hands on either side so she can’t move it, and paramedics already have a backboard and neck brace ready. ‘ava,’ she says, ‘what’s your pain level? where?’

‘i —‘ ava starts to cry, hard, and lilith and jillian look at you for a moment before you tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

‘breathe, ava,’ you say. ‘i’m here, we’re all here. breathe.’

ava sniffles and you just keep running your hand through her hair. she looks up at jillian. ‘a nine,’ she says, her words coming shaky and scared. ‘my back, where i, last time, but everything is numb and tingling and i —‘ she can’t even finish her sentence before she has to close her eyes and groan; her hand tightens around yours, strong and even a little painful. it brings a rush of relief through you and when jillian sees the motion, she nods and offers you the smallest smile.

‘okay,’ jillian says, ‘we’re going to get you in a c-collar and then on the backboard. i’m just going to ask you a few questions, and then we’ll get you some pain meds and take you to the hospital.’

‘it’s okay,’ ava says, trying so hard to convince herself, and maybe you too. her breath is still coming too fast, and it’s all you can do to wipe her tears.

‘yes, it’s okay,’ you tell her, even though it’s very clear that it isn’t. ‘it’s going to be okay, ava.’

jillian gets ava in the c-collar, and then reaches for her hands; you ache when you let go but you move to kneel just above ava’s head so she can still see you.

‘squeeze my hands,’ jillian says, and you think everyone is relieved when she can. ‘wonderful, ava.’ she moves down to put her palms against the bottom of ava’s studs. ‘can you push down on my hands for me?’

ava’s feet move, just the tiniest bit, and it’s bad but, still, it’s something.

‘fantastic,’ jillian nods to the paramedics and then looks to you. ‘we need to get her on the backboard.’

you understand: this will hurt her; ava is hurt. you nod, and you situate yourself so that the paramedics have room to work but ava can still see you. you haven’t noticed, but your teammates are in a protective circle around you, a hush throughout the stadium, everyone shaken — ava’s goal, at least for now, forgotten, far less important than ava. she tries to stay quiet but when the paramedics roll her on her side, just for a second, she cries out. you can’t touch her; you can’t hold her, and it breaks your heart.

the paramedics count and then lift her onto a stretcher. jillian lets you take ava’s hand again, and she keeps her eyes closed, trying to breathe. before you get to the sideline, coach superion stops you, and you kiss ava’s forehead, not caring who sees. you haven’t cared less about anything in your entire life.

the game had been waning down, in the 87’, and so it feels fair and it also feels like a deep kindness when coach superion squeezes your shoulder. ‘vincent is bringing your things from the locker room; give me a moment to sub you off properly and then you can go.’

‘i — the game isn’t over.’

coach superion looks at you very seriously. ‘beatrice, go.’

it’s permission in its command, and you jog toward the half line, let camila rub your back soothingly while you wait for the fourth official to put up the sub numbers on the board.

‘we’re all right behind you,’ she says.

you nod. ‘thank you.’

‘you have to go to the world cup, bea,’ ava says. she’s in bed, connected to way too many monitors and there’s a few bags running into her IV, in a back brace after emergency surgery — which, according to dr. salvius and ava’s neurosurgeon, dr. reya, had been ultimately extremely successful. but still, a re-fractured vertebrae and new spinal cord inflammation is, at best, months of painful recovery: inpatient rehab for a few weeks, maybe another surgery, and then hours and hours of outpatient rehab every day.

‘no, i really don’t.’

‘beatrice.’

‘you matter more to me than… anything, ava,’ you say, and you kiss her hand so you don’t have to cry looking at her. she’s in pain; she’s trying to stay off of pain meds as much as possible so she can know everything that’s going on. ‘you matter to me more than a world cup; more than football.’

‘i know, my love.’ she tucks a loose strand of hair, escaped from your bun, behind your ear. ‘but you have to go. i don’t want you to give this up for me.’

you don’t know what else to say; your entire body aches. ‘i don’t want to go.’

she holds back tears; your team plane leaves in a few hours and lilith is waiting outside of the room to drive with you to the airport. you’d spent all night, while ava was in surgery, organizing spreadsheets of who was in town, who could visit so that ava would never have to be alone, and looking into the few inpatient rehab facilities dr. salvius had directed you to, making sure ava could have a spot.

‘i know, bea,’ she says. ‘but you gotta go win a world cup for me. i’m gonna wear your jersey when i walk again, okay?’

you cry and she lifts her hand — steadily and without too much effort, and, even though there’s a deep, deep hurt in your chest, you feel relieved and proud — and wipes your tears. ‘i love you,’ you say. ‘ava, i love you so, so much.’

‘i know,’ she says. ‘i love you too, bea. i’m gonna be so happy for you when you win.’

when you get on the plane, a few hours later, lilith doesn’t say anything from where she sits next to you when you look out the window and cry.

#footy au #wn #warrior nun fic #avatrice #avatrice fic

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imaginaenespanol · 1 year

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"Tall and Free: The Encounter with V" -V for Vendetta x Tall!Reader (ENG)

Anonymous Asked: Hello! I'm new to this and well I wanted to ask if you could do v (the one from V for Vendetta) in which v meets a very tall reader (you know those super tall people, well that) by the way if you don't want to do this, it's well, I understand!

Answer: Hi! Of course I can do it! Sorry for the wait, it's my first time doing this character and I'm quite excited to write it. I hope you liked it!

Number of words: 1918

Warnings: Violence, Self-image problems, strong words, indirect mention of dictatorship.

Versión en español: Aquí

In this world, it is already difficult to be able to live minimally autonomous, after the fearsome dictator Sutler. According to my parents, before everything was better, that at least we could breathe calmly, well, although it sounds naive, I believe that one day we can reach the freedom that my parents have related to me so much, but there is something that torments me every day more than total control, it is my height, I measure 192 cm (6 ft) hey! It's also not as terrible as certain silly movies would have you believe, it benefits me a lot when I have to intimidate someone for my own safety, of course as long as they don't carry a firearm, but... little things that I can't enjoy as I should make me feel like a Phenomenon, like buying a sweater and getting too small in the arms, or always hitting the doors of subway stations when entering or leaving, seriously, who designed those things? A hobbit? I already have a Bump on my head as a badge...

Although sometimes my own thoughts can betray many times in my work and people can be scared, there was a certain occasion that I met the epitome of revolution and certainly an anarchist Knight.

I was Walking at night, I had to stay in the Office for overtime and I lost track of time filling out forms in Excel, the curfew is already starting and I didn't want something bad to happen to me “Geez, the subway has already closed, I hope not I ran into someone, I don't want to get into trouble" I said to myself trying to warn myself and activate my senses through the dark streets of London. After walking safely in my 3 block, in the distance I saw a figure, she looked somewhat nervous from the movement she made with her feet, but could it be them? My stomach knotted with nerves.

Stealthily, I walked slowly while taking advantage of the fact that that figure looked distracted, with each step more and more of that person was revealed in the dark, but my heartbeat and breathing accelerated. Biting my lips and sending a slight pain to my brain, it prevented me from getting out of my mind, I was almost there...False alarm, she was a prostitute, did she look young? What is she doing there?, so I decided to approach her. "Girl, what are you doing here? It's not dangerous? What's your name?" Try to be as nice as possible, my height can be intimidating at night. The girl looked at me with a start and instinctively backed away, I gestured for her to calm down, I won't hurt her "I-I'm Every and this is... M-My first night, I thought..." "It's dangerous, you can run into the Fingermans'' I interrupted "I know everyone doesn't have the economic opportunities, but, you don't have to do this to yourself girl, don't ruin your life, look, I-" I couldn't continue with the conversation because a group of men He approached in the distance making noise, a lot of noise, uh oh, he knew those guys were the secret police, the 'Fingermen'. 4 months ago they took the Head of Marketing to 'Prison' to put it mildly, for having prohibited reading in his drawer and subliminal messages against the Sutler Government in the next advertising campaign for clothing, low blow.

I quickly gestured for Every to run away in the opposite direction when I told him to, and I did!, just as one of that group tripped and the others made fun of him. Taking advantage of my height I turned her back covering her, so they wouldn't see her running from her perspective and away from her, she hesitated for a moment "W-what's your name?" He asked me whispering "My name is (Y/N) (Y/L), get out of here!" I don't know what facial gesture I showed her, because I saw her running while I paid attention to those subjects again, they were a few meters from me and certainly they already saw me, the darkness did not save me from this unfortunately...

"Hey Big Girl, what are you doing at this time of night?" Said one with a mocking smile, I didn't answer him and backed away "Don't you know that the curfew has already started? It's illegal for you to be here doll" Said another while the rest laughed. I put my hardest face into my fear and told them "Look, , I'm not doing anything wrong, I just left work late and I want to get home in peace, okay?" Other taunts towards me "And who said you would go home?" One held my hand, he must have gotten closer when he was talking to the other two, Shit….

I struggled for a few moments while the 4th man pulled out a gun and his grip tightened making my wrist hurt quite a bit, but that was nothing with the feeling of the cold metal on my temple…I pointed the gun at my head “Listen, you giant bitch, We are the secret police, here we are the law and if you don't listen to us, well, you're going to a very bad place.” At that time I wasn't thinking correctly, trying to run away and take advantage of my height certainly didn't help but I did anyway. try, what did I get in return? blows to the stomach.

They were about to use the gun on me when suddenly one of the men fainted. A blow had left him fuit was combat, but I couldn't make out where it came from. Before he could process what was happening, the other three men began pointing in the direction the attack had come from.

Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me. "Do you need help?" the voice said. I turned around quickly and saw a tall man, dressed in a cape and hat, a white mask with a haunting smile covering his face. Is it possible that he is…? I have heard rumors in my office that there was a dangerous masked terrorist wreaking havoc at night.

Despite his reputation, I couldn't help but feel relieved to see him, he was better than the Fingermans so I nodded. The masked man helped me up, and with a swift movement, he disposed of the remaining three men with amazing martial skills.

"Come with me, I'll take you to a safe place," he told me in a confident voice, and without hesitation, I followed him through the dark streets of the city, trying to process what had just happened.

“Uhh, ehh, thanks…” I shyly said, trying to break the tension. That man simply nodded and continued walking in silence. I felt awkward for a moment, but after a few seconds, I decided to ask him something. "By the way, my name is (Y/N) (Y/L) Who are you?" I asked curiously.

The Mystery Man stopped for a moment and turned to me. "I'm V," he said in a deep, melodic voice and with a certain extravagant gesture. "The Masked Avenger, the one who rises up against oppression and tyranny."

My heart pounded in my chest as I processed what he had just told me, the office rumors were true! I can say that he is more friendly and intimidating than he was described to me, but I never thought I would meet him in person. "Why did you help me?" I asked cautiously.

V stepped closer to me, his white mask haunting in the moonlight. "Because no one deserves to be wrongfully beaten and detained," he said. "I am fighting for the freedom and justice of this Country, and I cannot allow the tyranny of Sutler and his minions to continue harming innocent people."

I stared at him, trying to process what he was saying. There was something in his voice and in his eyes that made me feel safe and protected, despite how strange and dangerous it all was. "Thank you," I said again, but now, feeling a surge of gratitude and admiration for this mysterious man.

"Uh, I should go to..." I tried to tell him but V quickly stopped me "I wouldn't recommend that, miss" I looked at him confused "Why not? It's all over" I commented, thinking that there would be nothing wrong but he denied "If she goes home, it's a matter of time before they stop her, they won't stop until they find her" V said harshly, but without an iota of lies in his voice, it is true, they will not rest until they find me and make me pay for the shame that I cause them, I had no choice but to go with him

After going further than that place, V and I continued on our way to who knows where, according to him, towards his home. Along the way, I told V a few stories about how my height had caused me some inconvenience in my daily life, like not being able to find clothes that fit me or constantly having to bend down in places with low ceilings or sticking out in the cubicle. my office, all with a tone of certain bitterness on my part, which did not go unnoticed by the Man.

While we were talking, V looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and admiration, we were almost the same height and it's something I've gotten used to but I didn't see it favorably, but that man felt that he saw something exotic and attractive, which he didn't see. in myself.

"Your height is impressive, (Y/N). It's one of the things that makes you unique and special," V said with a kind tone, feeling her smile behind the mask "You shouldn't see her as a handicap, but as an advantage. You have a unique perspective on the world, and that's something few people have." I sigh, I get teased about it from school “Yeah, but…they make fun of that too Unique perspective? of course, since I'm tall…” I said with a listless voice and he stopped short, took me by the shoulders and gave me an understanding look "I understand that you feel that way. But the truth is that people will always find something to make fun of or criticize. That doesn't mean you should let their opinions get to you. You own your life and your decisions, and that includes how you feel about yourself. If you accept and love yourself just the way you are, nothing you say or do to others can hurt you. I was speechless, then he gave me a comforting hand "Don't worry, (Y/N). I'll be here to support you and help you in everything you need. You will always be special and unique, no matter what others say" .

I felt a little more encouraged by his words and we continued walking, after a while, I decided to ask him why he thought that. "Well, think of it like this," V said, stopping for a moment.

nto to look me in the eye. "When you walk down the street, don't you see things that others don't? Can't you reach things that others can't? That gives you an advantage, an ability that others don't have."

I was surprised by her perspective, and began to see my height in a different way. "I've never thought of it that way," I said with a smile. "Thank you V."

"You don't have to thank me," V replied with a smile. "I'm just telling the truth. You're beautiful and strong, and your height is just one of the many things that make you special. Don't let anyone make you feel less for it."

I felt grateful for his words, and together we continued on our way to his home. Despite the darkness and danger that surrounded us, I felt safe by his side. And in that moment, I knew that I had found someone I could trust and who would always be there to protect me.

#imagina en español #x reader #reader insert #one shot #v for vendetta x reader #v for vendetta #request #fanfiction

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imdoingsortagay · 1 year

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Can't get the idea of Claire kneeling for R in nothing but a collar out of my head but due to selective writer's block I can't seem to write it so I'm kindly asking if I may pass the torch to you.

Omg bestie this was so fun to write

Tease

Summary: Claire playing for the actions of her consequences after deciding to be naught while you work

a/n: based on this ask

warnings: Smut+18, collars, kneeling, pet names, degrading, r being called daddy,

Claire was fucked big time.

Claire had the brilliant idea to take some very revealing photos of herself while she was getting ready to do some headshots for the senate campaign website. Just some pictures of the suit her campaign manager decided to put her in and she thought you would enjoy the spicy images while you were in meetings for most of the day. Remembering from experience how crazy you went at seeing the pictures.

What she didn’t think through was how boring this all would be and so, Claire got riskier with the images and caption to said pictures as she was waiting. A simple picture of her cleavage with a caption talking about the necklace she was wearing looked cute on her turned into a thread of naughty pics as she felt herself getting more turned on thinking of her wife.

Before she knew it, she was in this tiny dressing room, her left hand holding her phone while her right hand was occupied in her pants, Claire thrusting two fingers inside her soaking cunt. She wished that she was home instead of this boring studio so she can let out all the moans for you to hear in the office. It was to her memory one of the riskier things she’s done since deciding to run for higher political office all those years ago. Claire had never felt so excited and turned on doing something like this.

Even deciding to make herself cum in the video so that you had a little treat to watch in between meetings, knowing full well you would be very mad at her for acting like such a naughty slut. Maybe you would go easy on the older woman if she used her very famous puppy eyes on you and got your favorite food for dinner, but there is a slim chance of that happening.

Claire bear:

*video.png*

Wish you were here with me daddy to fuck my pussy:/, my fingers aren’t enough daddy Need your cock in me pls

Claire paid no attention to her phone for the next hour, focusing on getting a couple of good shots for the senate campaign website. Being very unaware that you had some time to kill before the next big meeting and were greeted with a whole thread of naughty images from Claire.

It started pretty tamely at first but the more you scrolled, the dirtier it got. It made you soaked beyond belief that she sent these and you were stuck in this boring office for the next 6 houses and had to wait. The last message took you by surprise as Claire would always talk about how she’d never fuck herself anywhere that wasn’t the comfort of her bedroom. Claire Debella, in this small dressing room of some studio, recording herself fucking her needy pussy and all you could do is imagine what she looked like.

“ That fucking whore,” you mumble to yourself as the video continues. She was gonna be so fucked once you made it back to the apartment.

As the video ended, you were furious that your lovely wife decided to be such a tease, especially knowing that you’d be busy at work.

So you send Claire a quick text before heading into the next boring meeting of the day.

My love <3:

I’ll be home at 6 pm and I want you kneeling by the door, the collar on like a good slut, Got it kitten?

Claire bear:

Yes Daddy

After she got the text from you, Claire quickly got her photoshoot done, made sure to act as serious as possible while leaving the studio, and make her way to your shared apartment like she wasn’t gonna be punished badly by you cause she wanted to have some fun in during the photoshoot.

Where most days the drive would be slow and boring, traffic was pretty quick on the way back. The second that she made it inside, Claire checked her phone to see that she had only 20 more minutes to get ready before you arrive and she made her way to the room where you stored her collar.

Getting a collar in the first place proved to be a challenge as she didn’t know what kind of design she wanted, how she would get it along with getting it delivered. She was the governor of Connecticut, a public official and she couldn't risk her image being tarnished if the media caught her walking into a sex shop. You assured her that no collar would be fine and she could get a cute necklace instead but lucky for her, one of her besties from her friend group had offered to grab one for her. A surprise to you when Birdie had shown up to the apartment during dinner to deliver a package to Claire, making sure that nobody followed her and left like nothing happened.

The beautiful collar, in her signature color, beige, with her initials stitched into it with white threads that you later found out had been customed made by one of birdies friends. Since then it was something the both of you would incorporate into your sex life.

Claire goes to her nightstand to see the collar sitting in the top drawer and quickly takes off all of her clothes before making her way to the living room. In times like these Claire was thankful to have carpet in the living room as she would be a bit annoyed to be waiting for 15 minutes for you to come back from work.

Claire looked at the mirror next to the door, double-checking that she looked so pretty for you, on the off chance that maybe you won’t go too hard on your sweet dove for being such a tease.

She checks her phone again to see that she only had 10 more minutes til you got home from work and she made her way to the spot next to the couch where she knew you would go after work. Didn’t matter how busy, the bad, excellent, or stressful your job got, it was your spot to be with a glass of whiskey and Claire by your side.

As your girlfriend was patiently waiting for your arrival back from work, you decided to take the quick route back to the apartment, needing to be with your girlfriend after the stunt that she pulled earlier in the day. Seeing how good her fingers look as she touches herself, how wet her pussy must have looked compared to the shot video you got from her. Left you to imagine so many things that you wanted to do to her once you got home.

A drive that is typically 20 minutes for you is cut in half thanks to your phone and you quickly make your way into the building to Claire who’s probably very nervous to see you. This was only going to be about the second time that she’d be punished by you and the both of you were unsure as to what would happen tonight. Claire at the moment felt good sending those videos to you but felt bad for making you all needy while you were unsure what kind of punishment would help her learn.

Luckily for sweet Claire, she’s taken out of her thoughts when the door is open and she takes a quick peek from her spot on the floor at you.

In your light grey blazer paired with one of your many dress shirts, a light grey skirt to go with it, and some short heels to finish the look. All Claire wanted to do at the moment was to shove her face between your legs but it was not the time for that.

Without missing a beat, you walked to the little bar set up you had to pour yourself a glass of whiskey, not bothering to give Claire any sort of attention before making your way to the couch to rest up.

10 minutes passed by as you opted to not say anything to your dove, finishing your drink before moving a fit to face your girlfriend who decided to follow your instructions.

“ Who knew my pretty little dove can use that brain of hers to follow my instructions?” you ask as you take a look at Claire who just blushes under your look.

Her collar fit and smug on her neck, hair was in a messy bun with her hair combed so you would easily see her face. The farther that you look at her body and the more she seemed to blush, feeling so worked up and you didn’t even so much as lay a finger on her. Nipples harden to the coldness of the apartment and you stop there, not choosing to give into your dove.

“ Do you know why I asked you to do this my dove?” you ask her and she nods her head.

“ Yes Ma’am,” she says quietly.

“ What was that Dove? How about you be a good girl and answer the question, seems like I can’t hear you” you order.

“ Yes ma’am, because I was a bad girl and sent those dirty pictures to you and even touched my needy pussy as well, she sheepishly says. If this wasn’t a punishment for claire right now you would have rewarded her for answering the question fully.

“ my goof little dove, you look so pretty for me kneeling for me,” you say as you motion for Claire to come between your spread legs. Your girlfriend going internally crazy as you are leaving nothing to the imagination, nice legs, soft thighs, and a bit of a wet patch that she can see.

Being the good girl that she is, Claire eagerly moves from her spot to between your legs, patiently waiting for what will come next.

“ You are too pretty to be mad at sweet dove,” you pause” but I need to punish you for being a naughty whore while I was at work”.

Claire knew what was about to happen right away.

“ How about,” you start as you remove your skirt and underwear,” you be a good girl for daddy and eat me out then I won’t be too hard on my little dove.”

Clare was a bit confused at the new name, not that she minded it but she was always so used to you being her Ma’am most of the time.

“ Why Daddy tonight?” Claire asks since most of the time the given name she’d call you would be Ma’am. Honesty surprised her a bit.

“ Because,” you loop one of your fingers around her collar to bring her face to your center, the older woman being a couple of inches away from her prize,” if you’re a good girl you can call me ma’am but since you decided to act like a dumb whore sending me those dirty pictures, not to mention even touching yourself without my permission.”

“ Be a good slut for daddy and make me cum or else I might have my fun and edge you for the rest of the night dove,” you pause as Claire just stares in awe” got it, Dove ?. “

“ Yes daddy,” she says before you push her mouth to where you need her most. Letting out a loud groan the second you feel the older woman’s tongue on your cunt.

This was going to be a fun night for both of you.

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🏕 Camp Lovers Lake - Chapter Six 🏕

An Eddie Munson x Female Reader summer camp story. Set just before the beginning of season 3 of Stranger Things, with a few diversions from the original plot of the series.

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Pairing and tropes • Eddie Munson x Henderson Female Reader - fluff, forced proximity, slightly slow burn, summer camp clichés ♥︎

Summary • June, 1985. Close to the city of Hawkins, Indiana, the placid waters of Lovers Lake stand as the perfect background for the homonymous summer camp, where you’re about to be a counselor for the last time before senior year and then, hopefully, college. Your brother Dustin Henderson won’t be with you this year, as he’s chosen to attend Camp Know Where until July - but with your best friend Robin Buckley at your side and the unexpected addition of Steve Harrington to your duo, the upcoming months seem to promise endless fun and exciting adventures nonetheless. However, as you get closer to Eddie Munson, resident metalhead and drug dealer who’s been forced by his uncle to work at Camp Lovers Lake after another missed graduation, your plans for the summer might have to go in an unexpected direction.

Warnings • Cursing, possible mentions and/or depictions of violence, sexually suggestive language. Having no idea where this is going myself, you’ll need to be 18+ to read this fic just in case! In this chapter you'll also find veeery slight mentions of fake rape allegations and animal cruelty (nothing major I absolutely swear - it's just gossip - but I'll put them here anyways).

Chapter notes • Sorry for the long wait, but here we are! This one is more interaction-focused and it's quite long (lots of thoughts in here), but I hope you like it! I can't wait for the next chapters to come! Hope it makes sense so far :)

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The quest does, in fact, continue.

The thunderstorm and heavy rain that forcefully took over the treasure hunt doesn’t stop - on the contrary, it keeps coming undeterred the following day, the incessant downpour causing all plans and activities to be canceled as everyone reunites in the Headquarters with a cleared schedule and the special concession from the directing staff to occupy the long hours of the rainy day as each one prefers.

Most of the campers and counselors decide to go back to the games they took out last night and are now moving tiny pawns with chipped paint on faded Monopoly boards or shuffling old card decks before starting yet another rummy game. Others prefer to read or listen to music, getting lost in fictional worlds or occasionally sharing their headphones with a friend. Some younger kids are drawing and filling out with bright crayons the last few untouched pages of some coloring books. Back in the corner of the large main room, Jason Carver and his friends, Patrick included, are fruitlessly killing time by throwing a basketball into the air and joking about random topics that, according to the loud, saccharine laughs coming from Jenna, Tammy and a few other girls in their group, must be peak comedy.

In other circumstances, you might let the temptation to eavesdrop win over your good sense, even if you know that their conversations must be as funny as casual, misogynistic jokes can be; however, right now their babble, mixed with the rest of the chatter and the pattering of the heavy rain on the windows and walls of the Headquarters is nothing but a background noise whose words and sentences you have no intention to decipher: all your attention, as well as that of your friends, is indeed all caught up in Eddie’s D&D campaign.

With the story unveiling and becoming more interesting by the minute, especially thanks to Eddie’s storytelling skills and immersive recounting of your characters’ deeds, anything else is pushed to the back of your mind, and it’s a feeling that’s shared by the rest of your group: everyone, even Steve and Robin, has fallen under the spell of the fantasy game, the role-playing becoming more and more natural as you go along your imaginary adventure. You cross dangerous rivers, spend the night in the forest, investigate mysterious footprints in the mud, the storm raging outside becoming part of the story at some point - all in the span of a single day at Camp Lovers Lake.

Most of the magic happens because of Eddie. As a Dungeon Master, he reveals a new side of him that you weren’t expecting: he lets his creativity and imagination run wild, following the plot he prepared in his cabin at night, in the dim glow of his flashlight - but he’s quick to adapt the story to the party’s decisions and choices, creating new scenarios and letting the adventure flow with his melodious tone and theatrical gestures, guiding you through the rules and dice throws without influencing your decisions and your interpretations of the characters. You are all wrapped around his finger, hanging to his every word and revelation, gasping when a treasure is found in the secret compartment of a marble column or cursing when a troll or goblin manages to hit you during a fight.

And that’s actually what is happening right now: an angry goblin has just hit you with his rusty sword, and you’re left with just a few hit points - and now it’s your turn to choose what to do next.

“Use the healing potion!” Gareth excitedly suggests, the pencil in his hand drumming rapidly on his character sheet. “You can get some points back and keep fighting for a while”.

You’re tempted to follow his hint, especially because he’s a seasoned player and this is just your first campaign; however, as you stare at the menacing d20 die lingering in the middle of the wooden table, another idea pops into your mind.

“If I hit him and kill him” you tentatively say, your eyes rising to meet Robin’s across the table, “only the hobgoblin is left. He might attack me as then I’ll be closer to him than any of you on the map, but as he moves to do that Robin can perform an opportunity attack and tear him apart”.

You don’t know if that makes any sense - you’re not even sure that the opportunity attack works this way, but it definitely seems more reasonable to you than gulping down a healing potion whose effect will completely wear out with the next hit you receive. If there’s a chance of winning this battle, this is it, you think.

“That might work” Jeff observes as he checks out the squared sheet of paper on which seven pebbles indicate the positions of your adventurers and the two NPCs on the map.

“Yes, but if the hobgoblin harms her, she’s as well as dead” Gareth insists, and you’re glad to understand that he’s choosing the safe option because he doesn’t want you to stop playing.

“We will all be, if we don’t finish him quickly” Steve chips in, “in my experience, the sooner you face the fucker, the better. No use in procrastinating the inevitable”.

Robin swiftly turns towards him. “In your experience?” she jokes, barely managing to hold in a laugh, “what are you, a professional monster hunter?”

As you grab the die and start weighing it in your hand, you notice a weird look appearing on Steve’s face - almost as if he’s realized he has just said something that should have stayed a secret. But it goes away so quickly that you come to the conclusion that you’ve probably just imagined it.

“Movies, duh” Steve replies, glaring at Robin, “you know what I’m talking about”.

Robin shrugs. “If you say so” she states, before turning back to you. “So, y/n, what are you going to do? Time is running out here”.

Your gaze spontaneously falls on Eddie, as you feel the need for his advice even if your choice is already almost completely clear in your head. However, he doesn’t take an explicit position: his upside-down smile lets you know that this is something that you need no help with.

“Your choice, princess” he declares, the rings on his fingers glittering in the light of the ceiling lamp as he spreads his hands in a bestowing gesture.

You look up at him, moving your eyes back and forth between his encouraging look and the d20 in your hand.

“You can do this” Eddie adds in a light whisper, meant only for you to hear. His voice unexpectedly sends shivers running down your spine, and as a low thunder rumbles outside in the distance, you make your final decision.

“I’m rolling to attack” you announce, shaking the die in your closed fist before letting it fall on the table.

“Shit” Gareth hisses, his hands nervously grabbing his own hair as he and everyone else lean closer to the table, their eyes fixed on the rolling die. Even Eddie is staring, his lower lip caught between his teeth as the tiny piece of plastic moves across the wooden surface in an endless spin, until…

“18” you sigh with relief, soon echoed by everyone else’s cheering. “Please, tell me that’s enough” You ask Eddie with pleading eyes, the shadow of a hopeful smile already appearing on your lips.

Eddie lifts his eyebrows and grins as he starts speaking.

“You all see princess Eowyn moving towards the goblin, raising her longsword above her head in a last effort of collected strength. She aims at the head of the creature and with one swift gesture…” he pauses for suspense, basking in the expectant looks of five pairs of eyes stuck on him. “She swings her weapon and hits the goblin, taking him out in one single motion” he concludes solemnly, moving one of the pebbles beyond the edge of the map and away from your fighting field.

Everyone exults, and you relax in your chair. Don’t even need to throw the damage dice this time, because your strategy was definitely worth it: as you suspected, the goblin was on his last hit point, so all you need to do now is see what comes next.

And, unsurprisingly, the final part of the fight happens exactly as you predicted: with your character losing consciousness at the hands of the hobgoblin, who attacks you only to be immediately slain by a critical hit rolled by Robin.

The atmosphere at the table is ecstatic as everyone cheers your best friend, Eddie included. With this final fight, the short campaign he planned has already come to an end, but he’s filled with proud happiness at the sight of your party’s enthusiasm during the game.

You catch his barely repressed smile as he collects all his notes into his black binder, everyone else’s chatter and comments about the adventure still echoing around the table, and something warms up inside you. It’s something that you can’t quite place a name on yet, but that it’s getting more and more frequent every day, and any time you meet Eddie’s chocolate eyes, or every time he casually brushes against you for trivial reasons - passing through a door at the same time, your legs accidentally bumping into each other when you sit down on the steps of your cabin’s front porch at sunset, or when he hands you something across the table and your fingers lightly touch by mistake.

It’s a different feeling from what you’ve felt with Patrick before. With him, it was all tingles mixed with nervousness and expectations and the thrill of the first time; with Eddie it’s a swarm of butterflies that fills you whole, fluttering inside you until you feel it drawing you towards him, almost physically at times. It’s as if the more time you spend with him and knowing him, the more you feel a thread connecting him to you, an invisible but altogether tangible line that ties you together whether it’s either across a table or across a room.

And you feel it now, too, right in the heart of the Headquarters on an incessantly rainy evening - but you’re prevented from exploring its possible meanings any further, as Eddie himself turns towards you and snaps his fingers in front of your face, the metal of his rings clanging as he brings you back to the present moment, away from your thoughts.

“Heart to y/n” he almost sings, his smile growing warmer as he addresses you, “are you still lost in our adventure?”

You chuckle embarrassedly. “Yeah, you could say so” you decide to reply, hiding your actual thoughts with a shrug, “that was an amazing one, really - I can’t wait to tell Dustin about it, he’ll be thrilled. Thank you for letting us try the game, sir Dungeon Master” you add, mimicking a royal bow as you get up to head towards the food counters, as dinner has just been announced.

Eddie’s cheeks turn slightly pinker and his smile shines brighter as he stands up as well and follows you, leaving the others at the table for now. No one seems to notice you leaving as they’re still caught up in their chatter - except Robin, who throws you a curious glance while she keeps talking to Gareth.

“My pleasure, princess” Eddie replies, his hands deep in the pockets of his jeans as he leans down towards you while you stand in the already long line that has formed at the side of the room. “You’ve played one hell of a game for a first-timer. Slayed all the monsters like pieces of cake, huh?”

You shrug again, with genuine modesty this time. “Robin did most of it” you reply, nodding towards your table, “killed that final boss with a natural 20 like she was born to play D&D”.

“Sure, she did” Eddie agrees approvingly, “but your strategy? Maaaan, that was a pro move” he exclaims, accompanying the dragging tone of his voice with a theatrical hand movement.

“N need to flatter me, Munson” you chuckle, slightly elbowing him in the side, “but I’m glad you approved of my choice”.

Eddie smiles wide, his fingers lingering on the spot on his body where you’ve just touched him. Then, dinner is served.

— 🏕 —

Finally, after a day and a half of pouring, unstopping rain and loud thunders, the following morning welcomes you with a bright blue sky and a crisp summer breeze, not a single cloud to be seen on the horizon.

Birds are singing again, flying out in the open from the safety of their nests among the tree branches, flowers glimmer in full color in the dewy green grass, and even if the ground is still wet and splashes of mud are scattered here and here all over camp, the warm sun rays and fresh air are the perfect excuse for spending the whole day outside.

All the camp activities are restored and, following a shared agreement from the whole staff, the vast majority of them will be held outside to make up for the previous day of lockdown.

A painting station is set up on the Headquarters’ porch, where Steve and some younger kids are spending the morning recreating the colors and shapes of leaves and flowers; Robin is stuck on the lake shores, overlooking a definitely unsuccessful fishing session; you, instead, have found yourself paired with Eddie as you are both in charge of directing a group of overexcited kids through some rounds of a capture-the-flag game.

With a lot of effort, mostly due to the need to navigate through established friendships and preferences, you’ve managed to let the kids split and line up in two more or less orderly rows, one in front of the other. Right at the end of the two rows, staring into each other’s eyes with a challenging smirk as the contagious competitive spirit of the campers is slowly and inexorably starting to affect you both, you stand as captain of Team Red, while Eddie is leading Team Blue.

Between the two of you, pinned loosely on a wooden stick, is the so-called flag: a white cotton square, flapping lazily in the soft breeze.

“Alright, Team Red and Blue” you begin, grabbing the attention of the giddy kids with a clap of your hands. “The rules are easy. Each one of you is a number; starting from Tim here, we are counting one to ten” you say, patting lightly on the head a grinning Tim, whose stay at camp has substantially improved after Jason’s brother has been moved away from his cabin. “Keep your number in mind - because, once we call it, you and the kid with the same number from the opposite team will have to compete for the flag. The first who brings it back to their place in the row scores one point for the team” you conclude, nodding towards the wooden stick and catching a glimpse of Eddie’s very smug smile.

“Is everything clear?” He asks the kids, crossing his tattooed arms across his camp t-shirt as he eyes with particular intention the slightly frightened kids of his team, “I want to see you fight for that flag, army-crawling your way to it if necess-“

“Without hurting yourselves, that is” you interrupt him, nudging him intently as you throw your brightest and most reassuring grin to the petrified row of kids with blue stripes painted on their cheeks. “It’s important that we all have a good time, alright?”.

While the still unconvinced campers start getting ready and focused, Eddie leans towards you with a look of complicity. “Party pooper” he whispers in your ear, but you can feel the smile in his joking tone as his breath tickles the side of your neck.

“Afraid you’ll lose without the violence, Munson?” You joke back, turning around to get in position at the head of your row, your cheeks slightly heating up at the closeness.

“Me?” Eddie exclaims, clutching his heart dramatically as the steps backward, taking his place next to Team Blue as well. “I’m a sworn pacifist. Let’s make love, not war” he declares, his eyes never leaving yours.

Thankfully, you remember that there are twenty kids right there with you, eager to start playing, so you manage to snap out of his magnetic gaze and clap your hands one last time.

“Alright, campers!” You state, the suspense palpable among the kids as you wait to announce the first number. “Let’s start with… number three!”

One at a time, you and Eddie alternate in calling numbers for the following half hour, watching excitedly as the kids run and clash into each other, stand still next to the flag waiting for the other’s next move, fall on the ground after slipping on a patch of mud just to get up again laughing and with dirty clothes. Thankfully, no one gets hurt and everyone’s having fun, even if the competition is getting more intense - and you and Eddie slowly start getting into it as well, moving past mere superintendence as you cheer the kids when they score points and encourage them when they lose the flag to the other team.

“Yes! Yes!” Eddie is exulting now, throwing his ringed fists in the air as a girl from Team Blue earns another point and makes the score tie to 15-15. “That was fucking amazing, Williams” he tells her with a huge grin, bending to her height with one hand raised in front of her.

You refrain from calling his swearing out as you notice that the girl is looking at him panting, the white flag held tight in her fist as rivulets of sweat roll down her forehead. She hesitates a second as she studies him, her eyes moving fast between his encouraging look and his hand - until, finally, she grins back at him enthusiastically and gives him a loud high-five.

You smile at the interaction, your heart warming up as you watch Eddie roughly ruffling the girl’s hair with pride - seeing him interact and play with the younger campers like this forced job isn’t that bad after all makes you feel glad that he’s here.

But above it all, you’re happy that the kids are able to see past his tattoos, his long hair and heavy rings, moving beyond the prejudices and preconceptions that they’ve been taught from the day they’re born. Just as Jason Carver is always picture-perfect but secretly hides mean remarks and the attitude of a real bully, Eddie is proving again and again how kind, funny and creative he can be - to you, to your friends and to the campers as well. Sure, he might be a weird metalhead who’s into fantasy games and who presents himself with a dark, moody façade that he wears like armor - but deep down he’s a good guy. Special, you’d dare say. And watching the kids getting to know him and discovering all the beautiful sides that shine through the cracks of prejudice and appearances just warms you, because you know that it must feel good for Eddie, as well.

“Miss y/n” a voice from your left suddenly grabs your attention, making you turn your head away from Eddie. “You should play the final round”

With your eyebrows furrowed, you curiously look at Tim, who is speaking to you with a wide smile on his lips. The other kids on Team Red are nodding enthusiastically behind him, some of them encouraging you to go ahead, and make them win - their growing cheers immediately echoed by the members of Team Blue as the girl who just high-fived Eddie is pulling at his t-shirt to convince him to join you.

“Guys, we can’t” you try to reason with them, “this is your match, you’ve played so well so far and it wouldn’t be fair-“

“Afraid of losing, Henderson?” Eddie chips in, mocking your own statement as he takes a step forward, his hands on his hips and the swarm of Team Blue kids giggling behind him.

You cross your arms on your chest, pretending to be offended as the kids in Team Red gasp in surprise.

“Come on, Miss y/n, please” Tim nudges you in your side, his expectant and pleading puppy eyes making a soft smile appear on your smile.

“Well, if you put it like this...” you reply, lifting your gaze up to meet Eddie’s with a sigh. “I guess I’ll have to defend my honor”.

The loud cheering of the campers rings in your ears as you and Eddie walk to the back of your respective rows, your heads high as you feel the invisible thread between the two of you vibrate with an exciting kind of tension. The playfulness and defiance in Eddie’s eyes make your heart beat faster and your smile gets harder to hide. He cocks an eyebrow up at you, his own smirk mirroring yours as he places his palms flat on his bending knees, ready to spring as soon as you get the go-ahead. Something in your stomach twists, but you push the feeling away as you firmly direct your eyes towards the billowing piece of white cotton in the near distance.

“Ready…” Tim exclaims as he begins the countdown, the kids beside him crossing their fingers and cheering you on. “Set.. go!”

It all happens in the whirlwind of a few seconds. Both you and Eddie sprint towards the flagpole, racing to be the first to get to it; you’re losing ground at first, Eddie’s long, jeans-clad legs allowing him to cover more distance with each step. But suddenly he almost slips, the sole of one of his white Reeboks sliding on a patch of mud - he wavers but doesn’t fall, but it’s too late: you get to the pole first and the flag is now in your hand, and you wave it victoriously as you turn around.

It doesn’t end here, though, and you know it - and so does Eddie. As he balances himself to stand up straight again, you realize that now you have to make it back to your spot in the row to score the point - but to do so, you’ll have to pass by him.

Eddie looks at you with glinting eyes and a knowing smirk, the lean muscles tense under the fabric of his clothes as he’s ready to sprint in whatever direction you’re going.

You look back at him, chest heavy with quick puffs.

“Take your time, sweetheart” Eddie coos, his eyes steady on yours, “I'm in no rush”.

The kids on both teams hold their breath in anticipation. You consider and weigh all options, then decide to go for a little trick - you don’t know if it’s going to work, but at this point it doesn’t really matter.

Slowly at first, you make your way towards the left one step at a time. Eddie matches your every movement, a chuckle threatening to escape his lips (and yours as well) while you tiptoe towards each other as if you’re walking on eggs.

Then, all of a sudden you sprint to the right, attempting a last-minute turn that seems to catch him by surprise. You feel Eddie’s rings and fingertips graze the skin of your arm as you move past and around him, your spot in the Team Red row now closer than ever, the cheers of victory from the kids already echoing in your ears… but just as you’re about to step in place, you feel a tug around your waist and you’re suddenly pulled backward.

In the blink of an eye, you hear Eddie scream a loud “Gotcha!”, but before you can realize that whatever’s grabbing you it’s actually one of his arms, your feet skid without any warning and you feel the ground escape from under your shoes, the sky turning upside down.

With an unexpected splash, you and Eddie tumble into each other and lose your balance, the kids’ surprised exclamations loud around you as you both fall in a muddy puddle, brown grime splattering all over you and staining the white of your t-shirts.

However, as you find yourself literally head over heels, you don’t feel the hardness of the ground beneath you: instead, you’ve landed on something soft, and… moving. As you turn your head to make sense of what’s happened, you realize that you’re lying on Eddie’s chest.

“Shit, you okay?” He asks you, half worried and half amused, one of his hands fluttering across your face and grazing your cheek uncertainly, before landing on your shoulder.

It takes a few seconds for you to respond, as surprise has taken you aback - and because all of your attention is now focused on him being so close. You can’t take your eyes away from his face, from the definite line of his lips, from the soft curve of his nose, from the light in his eyes that seems to be miles deep as you stare into them, the palm of your hand now extremely aware of the rising and falling of his chest as he breathes beneath you.

Batting your eyelids a few times to get back to the present moment, you cough to disguise your slight embarrassment.

“Uhm, yeah, I think so” you reply, getting up to your feet as quickly as you can to examine the damage.

In order to prevent you from going straight into the puddle, Eddie’s tried to shield you from the mud by falling backward and pulling you on top of him - as the thick layer of dirt on his back, his torso and part of his face clearly demonstrates. But it didn’t help much: your shirt is irreparably stained as well, and blobs of thick, brown water are sliding down your cheeks and matting your hair.

“God, we really need a shower now” you mutter as you pluck some wet grass from your ponytail, grimacing at the thought of how much scrubbing you’ll have to do to get rid of all the dirt.

Eddie, who’s been quick to follow you into standing up, nods in agreement, taking a step back with a mischievous smile. “‘Course” he says, as he places himself at the end of the now silent and expectant kids of Team Blue, “but first, we have a victory to celebrate”.

You lift your gaze to him and as soon as you see the previously white flag, now scattered with dark and blotchy stains, waving proudly in his hand, you let out a defeated sigh.

The Team Blue kids erupt in a loud cheer, unmirrored by the sad frowns of Team Red, and you mutter a resigned “congratulations, Munson” as Eddie happily joins the celebrations, bowing down solemnly to the campers that are exulting around him.

— 🏕 —

“And he won? Just like that?”

Robin’s excitement at your retelling of the unexpected turn taken by the capture-the-flag game makes you chuckle.

You're back in your cabin, crickets chirping outside in the dark as you’re getting changed into your pajamas. It’s not bedtime yet, however: after an early dinner that your sports-fuelled appetite welcomed quite eagerly, it’s now time for the annual movie night - which, thanks to the warmth of the early evening, will be held outside the Headquarters, under the starry sky.

“Yeah, he did! The audacity, right?” You reply as you wriggle into your PJ top - an oversized ABBA t-shirt that almost completely covers your light cotton shorts.

“And he did that after he hugged you into a fall?” Robin continues, leaning towards you as the playfulness in her tone reaches her lips, which curve into a knowing smirk.

“He didn’t hug me” you protest, grabbing your pillow from the top bunk before making your way towards the door. “He grabbed me to stop me from, you know, winning the game, and he accidentally slipped on the mud and I ended on top of him- God, Robin, don’t look at me like that!” you yell at your friend, trying to hide your embarrassed laugh as you throw your pillow at the increasingly sardonic expression on her face. “I know how that sounds, but I guarantee you it’s not like that!”

“Okay, dingus, calm down!” Robin exclaims, the smirk never leaving them as she catches the pillow just in time, “you don’t need to murder me to prove your point! It makes it seem even more less than a point, you know? But okay” she quickly adds at the sound of your groan, throwing the pillow back at you and lifting her palms in surrender. “I won’t mention it again if you don’t want to. I’m just saying it’s cute, like something straight out of a romantic movie where both protagonists are too busy hiding their real feelings to actually enjoy them and-“

“Robin” you interrupt her, leaning against the door with a soft smile, “I promise, we’re just friends. Now can we please go? I don’t want to miss the beginning of the only real movie we’re seeing at this camp”.

Robin sighs, jumping to her feet off of the small desk where she was sitting. “Alright, Miss Just Friends, as you wish” she murmurs, throwing an arm around your shoulders as you both head outside.

As you make your way in the dark, meeting a few other campers and counselors on the path to the Headquarters, you can already catch some glimpses of the cinema-like setup from a distance. Then, once you get closer and finally come in full view of the large wooden building, you realize that this year the directing staff have really outdone themselves.

The whole porch is decorated with fairy lights, twisting around the handrail and hanging from the roof in large glittering curves. Hung between the two wooden pillars on top of the short set of stairs, a white, king-size bedsheet is illuminated by the light of the projector, which is set in place behind lots of cushions and picnic blankets scattered on the ground. Most of the kids are there already, sitting in small groups and snacking on warm popcorn that Mrs. Janet is handing out by the kitchen.

“Woah” Robin exclaims, the sparkle of the fairy lights reflecting in her eyes as she amusedly stares at the ensemble, “it wasn’t this nice last year”.

“I know, right?” You nod in agreement while you scan the sparse crowd, looking for your friends until your attention is grabbed by Steve’s waving hand.

You gently tug Robin by her arm, bringing her attention back to Earth as you both climb over pillows and other people’s legs to reach Steve. He’s sitting with Jeff, Gareth and Eddie on a large blanket, whose checkered print almost exactly matches the ones on their pajama pants.

“Hello, strangers” Steve exclaims as he watches you approach, “about time you got here. Thankfully I was early enough to get the best seats in the house”.

“Thank you so much, Harrington” you ironically reply, waving your hand back as you make your way towards them, Robin following your every step to avoid crashing into anyone - since, as she always argues, she has terrible coordination.

As soon as you reach the group, Eddie shoots up to his feet to greet you.

“Hi, princess” he says with a complicit smirk, making you blush with the nickname he’s borrowed from your D&D session, “how’s the coping process with today’s defeat going?”.

You glare at Robin as she badly suppresses a snicker, watching her sit down with the others before turning your eyes back to Eddie’s.

“Not too bad, thanks” you reply, mocking indifference as casually as you can, “even if I could argue that foul play was involved”.

“Oh, was it, now?” Eddie jokes, but he suddenly grows silent as his eyebrows furrow and he leans closer to you.

You’re instantly petrified as he lifts up one hand to your cheek, your heart thumping hard and fast in your chest as a million thoughts run through your head trying to understand what he’s doing with his face only a few inches away from yours - then, taking you out of your anxious wondering, Eddie scrubs something away from your left cheek with a flick of his fingers, his skin grazing at yours for the second time today as he absentmindedly tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“It was, uh, a bit of dry mud” Eddie mumbles as he straightens up away from you, hiding his hand behind his back quickly as if he’s caught himself doing something he shouldn’t have.

You swallow slowly, the sensation of his fingers still on you. “Uhm, thanks” you reply, shying away from him as you sit down on the blanket.

Steve throws a meaningful glare at Robin, who only shrugs in response - you catch the eloquent wiggling of her eyebrows nonetheless, but refrain from nudging her this time.

“Alright” Eddie exclaims, his tone just a pitch too high as he claps his ringed hands together. “I’ll go get some popcorn. Jeff, come with me?”

“Come on, man, I’ve just sat down” Jeff whines, but a burning glare from Eddie makes him stand up with a grunt. They come back with two full paper bags just when the movie starts, and the salty smell of popcorn immediately fills your nostrils as Eddie plops down next to you.

The movie is Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, which came out last year and was highly requested by campers and counselors alike. The excitement is palpable around you, and even your friends are enchanted by the adventures displayed on the makeshift screen: their eyes are glued to it, and they hold their breath when suspense gets intense.

Scene after scene, caught up in the plot even if it’s the third or fourth time he’s seen the movie, Gareth is relentlessly stuffing popcorn in his mouth, with Steve elbowing him every now and then as Jeff whispers a low “leave some for us, too, man”. Every time that happens, you, Robin and Eddie snicker behind them, thankful that you’re more democratic in sharing the bag of popcorn that you’re holding between them.

During the whole film, indeed, you’ve been alternating picking from the snack bag, in an unrehearsed but perfectly synchronized sequence: Eddie first, since he’s been so kind to go and get the popcorn himself, then you, as you’re sitting right in the middle, then Robin. During a particularly suspenseful scene, however, right when Indy is attacked by an assassin in his room at Pankot Palace, you’re so immersed in the movie that you forget that it’s not your turn yet, and your fingers meet Eddie’s inside the half-empty popcorn bag.

It lasts only a second, and with a low “oh, sorry” you retreat your hand to your lap; but it’s finally done, now, and the movie plot seems to lose any sense as you fail to follow it from this scene onwards. Suddenly, Eddie’s presence beside you becomes the only thing you can feel: the light touch of his knee against yours (has it always been there?), the glimpses of his wild, curly hair that you catch in the corner of your eye, his earthy and sweet scent brought to you by the soft summer breeze, the heat radiating from this body that seems to ignite you in your cheeks and belly without a touch. And it’s there, back again, the new, exciting and scary feeling that you’ve felt so many times by now, the unexpected hope of something great, the warmth of a kindred soul - it feels good, it feels terrifying, it feels like Eddie, and as you slowly, finally come to terms with what it means, right there in the nightly dark, surrounded by projected sacred temples and flickering fairy lights, you can’t help a smile of relief from blooming on your lips. Because you know, finally, what that feeling is - or better, you’ve always known, but now you feel confident enough to admit it. It feels a little like losing control, alright, but is it that bad? Losing control for something that feels this good?

You don’t realize it, and no one else notices, but you shake your head just slightly. No, it really wouldn’t be that bad to lose control. Not for Eddie - not with Eddie.

But. And as this tiny, powerful word appears in your mind, your smile freezes for a second. What if. A million possible doors open up in front of you, each leading to a different worst-case scenario. And you start to think straight again.

But, even if the feeling is something good and new, something you’ve never experienced before, what if the consequences it may bring are the same as those brought by other feelings you’ve felt already? What if it comes to light, this indescribable thing that moves everything inside you without you being able to keep it down, and it ruins everything? What if he doesn’t feel it as much as you do? Or worse, what if he doesn’t feel it at all? It might just be all in your head, for all that you know. A longing for something that’s not actually there, that you thought you had with someone else and that you’ve lost now. Something that was never there, but god, how you wished it was.

You bite your lip as you go back to the story on the screen, pushing everything to the back of your mind. It’s no use getting this worked up now - you can think about it later, or tomorrow. Well, you might even mention something about it to Robin, if you’ll feel like it. Your eyes focus and you wonder how the hell did the movie go from a beautiful Indian palace to a railroad in the mines - but it’s Indiana Jones, so you guess there must be a perfectly reasonable explanation for that.

It doesn’t take long for the movie to end. When the theme song starts playing and the credits roll on the bedsheet wavering in the breeze, everyone starts yawning and getting up.

“Shit, that was so cool” Gareth exclaims, stretching his arms in the air, popcorn crumbles falling on the blanket as he gets up, “I really wish they’ll make more movies”.

“Next time I won’t sit next to you, though” Jeff scoffs, “you’re a snack thief”.

Gareth groans. “Jesus, are you for real?” He talks back to Jeff, hands wavering as he throws himself and his friend into a whirlwind of back-and-forth bickering that doesn’t end until they reach their cabin. They barely even say goodnight to the rest of your group, but none of you actually minds - what’s more, as you watch them arguing while they fiddle with the door handle, you let out a small chuckle that you’re thankful they haven’t heard.

After leaving Jeff and Gareth, you, Robin, Steve and Eddie walk a bit more, talking about the movie and about tomorrow’s plans. When Steve and Eddie reach their cabin, they wave goodnight and go inside - Eddie’s upside-down smile following you until you and Robin are out of sight.

“God, I can’t wait to sleep” Robin groans, throwing herself on the bed as soon as you get into your room. “I’m so glad they went for a pajama party dress code. I’m so tired I couldn’t bear to get changed. You know, like, I could sleep for a whole fucking century and not even world war three would wake me up - ”.

You listen to Robin’s endless grumbling with a smile as you move towards the ladder that leads to the upper bunk, but you stop right in your tracks when you notice that the window in front of the small desk is still open.

“Shit” you mutter, taking a few steps to reach it, barefoot on the wooden floor. As you grab the frame to close it, however, you hear someone talking outside.

“… I swear, it’s true. If Harrington and those two silly friends of his actually heard about it, I bet they’d stop treating them like they’re worth something”

“Y/n, can you pleeeease turn off the light? I’m trying to sleep here” Robin complains, her voice muffled by the pillow. You ignore her, trying to recognize the voice outside - until it clicks. It’s Tammy Thompson.

“… Yeah, Carver told me. That’s why it must be-“

“Y/N” Robin groans louder, but you shush her immediately. She lifts her face up with an outraged look and you apologize silently, waving at her to reach you next to the window. She doesn’t move at first, but as you insist she finally gets up with an exasperated sigh. Once she’s next to you, you flick off the light as quietly as you can.

“What?” Robin whispers, and you touch one of your ears with a finger before pointing outside.

“Here it is” Tammy continues, taking a short pause to make a puffing sound - as an acrid smell reaches you, you realize she must be smoking with someone. “But promise not to tell anyone, okay? I mean, no one that doesn’t, you know, share our opinion on this”.

“Promise! Now go on, I’m dying to know over here” another feminine voice replies, but you have no idea who that might be.

“Alright” Tammy begins, and you swear you can hear the malicious smirk in her voice. “So, a few days ago Jason Carver was talking about Munson and those two freaks that follow him like dogs everywhere, right? He mentioned how he made fun of him once at lunch after y/n Henderson said something about Jason requesting his rightful portion of food or whatever, and how the two of them talked back at Patrick during their hike and stuff”

“Oh yeah, I noticed that” Tammy’s friend replies, “are they like, together now?” She then adds disgustedly.

“Jeez, I hope not for her” Tammy says, “she’s still in time to steer clear of him, even if I don’t think she’ll do that - or Harrington, or their other weird friend with short hair. Buckley, I think her name is. Too bad, I guess”. After a short break, during which she’s loudly puffing smoke, she goes on. “Anyways, Jason was saying how outrageous it is that Munson and his freaks talk back to him or even address him when he knows what they do in their free time. And no, it’s not about that awful music they play, but it’s kinda related. Jason swears that he’s seen them doing something terrible in the woods behind the school - something in the name of the same evil they sing and play about”.

Tammy pauses for some dramatic effect, and her friend urges her to go on.

“Well” Tammy continues in a lower voice, and you have to get closer to the window to hear better, “he said he was walking past the woods after practice one day, and saw them sitting at the picnic table - you know the one, yeah? He couldn’t see what they were doing, but it was looking very suspicious, so he waited until they went back to class. And guess what he found on the table? A dead squirrel. Gutted in a pool of blood. And with the blood they had drawn a freaking pentacle on a tree”.

You and Robin look at each other with wide eyes full of surprise and outrage at the blatant lie - Robin even slaps one hand on her open mouth.

“What’s a pentacle?” Tammy’s friend murmurs, her stupefied words echoed by the chirping of crickets in the woods around camp.

“Oh, I have no idea” Tammy casually replies, all the drama now gone from her tone, “but it has something to do with the devil. Yeah, I know right?” She adds, as her friend gasps loudly. “But Jason is keeping this to himself, and only told me and a few others. Says he wants to wait for the right time - when Munson and the freaks cross the line for good”.

A beat of silence occurs before Tammy’s friend speaks again. “Gosh, Tammy, you’ve been so brave to be alone with him in the woods the other day. I wonder what might have happened if you had followed him off the path”.

“I was lucky” Tammy replies gravely, “would you be surprised if he assaulted me or something? I wouldn’t, that’s for sure. I could make something like that up and everyone would believe me instantly - that would be quite the lesson for people like him. But even the thought of having to deal with-“

Something cracks in the distance - a branch, maybe, or some leaves, and Tammy and her friends almost shriek before rushing away and back to their cabin next to yours.

As silence fills the room and the sounds of the woods slowly creep back in the background, Robin closes the window.

“Shit” she hisses, now wide awake. “Shit. Did you hear that?”

You don’t reply immediately. You’re still by the window, frozen in place with your heart filled with rage and sadness and powerlessness at the thought of what you’ve just heard, at the injustice and at the bullying that Jason Carver, Tammy Thompson and their narrow-minded companions are perpetrating towards Eddie and his friends.

“Y/n” Robin speaks up softly, one hand tentatively placed on your arm as she notices your eyes growing glassy. “Are you okay?”

You shake your head. “You know that’s a bunch of stupid lies” you finally snap, worry irrationally taking over you, “right?”

Robin stares at you for a second, her mind putting all the pieces together once and for all. It’s only fair that you’re angry at Tammy Thompson for talking behind your friend’s back - hell, she’d be mad if she caught someone talking like that about you. But seeing you so distraught, so upset about someone you’ve known for less than a month, that’s new - or, it should be. However, since she’s come to recognize the hidden meanings of all the little interactions she’s witnessed between you and Eddie by now, it doesn’t seem that new after all.

“Of course” she exclaims, reassuringly placing her free hand on your other arm as well, “are you kidding? They would never. That’s all Jason Carver’s doing. The kid’s mental, I could swear on that”.

“What do we do?” You ask her, apprehension clouding your gaze.

Robin takes a breath. “Let’s go to sleep” she replies, quietly. “We’ll think about it tomorrow”.

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exoticalmonde · 5 months

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II. Arknights OSTs Top 20 of Eve's Favourite Songs for December 2023

I honestly thought 20 would actually be too much for me, but Monster Siren, Team Kazdel and everybody else who is working on the Arknights music... Kudos. 10 million kudos and a kiss because they are what actually help me get out of bed in the morning.

11. Flame Shadow - Reed the Flameshadow OST There's something very romantic, calming and sweet in this song in general. The second I heard it - I knew it was a me type of song. On a very surface level I vibe with Reed Alter and her song managed to touch me. That's all.

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12. Sentenced - Penance OST And in contrast with FlameShadow this one is rather sad, mournful, it resonated with me at a moment where I was very sad myself and because of that it managed to bring me up. Which I don't know how it works. but thank you Penance, my first wife, first Arknights woman I wanted, for being there.

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13. Lullabye - Mephisto Boss OST Crying. Sobbing. Actually throwing up from how hard my body is getting sick of despair.

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14. Rhythm In Literature - Phantom and the Crimson Solitaire (IS3) Playwriter Boss OST ... I hate IS3, but I very very much enjoy the music. Everything that is Phantom is dramatic and lovely. Why the Playwriter boss exactly? Who knows. I haven't beaten a SINGLE ending so far, but I have indeed seen: Save him.

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15. The Rides To Lake Silberneherze - Lobby Theme Can't wait for this event in 6 months. It will very intensely remind me about 'The Lion's song' which is one of my favourite visual novels. I'm sad now, I want to play it again. Maybe one day over streams. I need the world to KNOW. For now, Silberneherze!

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16. Zwillingstürme im Herbst - Lobby Theme Again - soft, sweet, somewhat mysterious, especially in the way it begins as it feels like a record/vynil playing. Such a Dr. Eve theme.

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17. Abyssal Ravings - Stultifera Navis OST (part 4) No excuse. I love the abyssal ravings. Sounds like the voices in my head.

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18. The Whirlpool That Is Passion - The Sanguinarch Boss OST Have not yet reached this boss fight, but I am SO excited. I might check Arknights right now to see if I can pull any Sanity pots out of the weekly rewards so I can continue the campaign.

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19. Control's Wishes - Kirsten Boss OST Didn't like it at first. I thought I was too good for the futuristic themes because I really do not enjoy sci-fi that much and the whole 'make a space ship' was over my head. However, the boss fight was cool and the music is cool. Never seen a better themed introduction to a boss than when the music counts down '3, 2, 1' and she shows up.

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20. Absolute Zero - Frostnova The Winter's Scar OST ... ... May you sleep finally warm and comfortable.

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r0b1ns · 2 years

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PLEASE DO A PART TO THE LUCAS SINCLAIR X MALE READER PLEASE IT WAS SO CUTE ☺️

Ok so it came out kinda long, and I'll probably continue it. I won't do more than 5 parts so they should get together soon.

LUCAS SINCLAIR X MALE READER

Part 1, PART 2

CW: reader coming out, a few curse words

WORD COUNT: 1.5K+

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Today was the day you were going to hand out with Lucas. Alone. In his room.

No, you didn't expect anything to happen, he only invited you to his place to teach you how to play D&D.

But you were nervous, what if if you'll say something stupid, or won't understand the rules and will make a fool out of yourself?

You couldn't think like that, you had to be confident, what happens happens, it's not like you're in a real campaign, if you mess up nothing bad will happen.

You were late, again, and not even half a week gone through since you started school. You grabbed the lunch your mom made you, the food at the cafeteria was disgusting, and ran out the door.

You arrived to the first period. 20 minutes late.

"Well hello Mr. (Last name), nice of you to join us" predictable, you were convinced all teachers have the same brain

"Gods morning Ms. Kelly, sorry I'm late I was-"

"Don't bother, you're not a middle schooler, stay after class"

Fuck. Is she going to call your parents? Or report you to the office? Your parents can't know, they'll be mad, shit.

Yo sat in your sit and listened to Ms. Kelly the whole time, didn't want to get in more trouble.

When the class was over, and the classroom was empty, except for your history teacher and yourself, you grabbed you bag and came to her desk

"It's your second time being late, the school year started three days ago." She looked at you expectedly

"I know Ms. Kelly, I'm sorry it won't happen again" you tried to be as polite as you can

"I know it won't, you don't want me to take points out of you final score do you?"

"No ma'am"

"Good. Stay after school, door 503 at 4:00 PM, Mrs. Marson will be there to check on everyone"

No no no, you couldn't stay, Lucas will think you stood him up

"Ms. Kelly I can-"

"Quite, I don't wanna hear anything, it was your responsibility to be here on time, and you'll pay for it, dismissed"

Great, you'll have to catch Lucas at lunch, tell him you can't come after school.

After four extremely boring classes, it was finally time to eat. You stood at the end of the halls reaching for your sandwich, but stopped mid grab. You wanted to see Lucas, you couldn't go to the cafeteria with a sandwich, it'll look weird. You'll eat it later.

You came to the cafeteria, took your tray and went to the D&D table, but Lucas wasn't there. Maybe he'll come later. You sat one seat from Dustin and Mike, you finally learned their names, so when Lucas comes he can sit between you.

"Hey (name), heard you got in trouble with Ms. Kelly" Dustin mocked you, that little ass

"Yeah I was just a few minutes late" ok it's not a lie, 20 minutes IS a few minutes

"Yeah she's a bitch, I fail every final with her"

"Except for this year" the drummer guy said

"Yeah exactly, this year I'm gonna graduate, oh the look on her and Ms. Donald's face will be worth all 3 extra years I spent here"

You're pretty sure he said something like that already.

You sat the rest of the lunch waiting for Lucas, stuffing the thing they call food down your throat, but he didn't come. You waited for nothing.

The rest of the day went as usual, and when it was over, you started walking towards the punishment room, hoping you'll see Lucas. But you didn't.

When you opened the door, Mrs. Marson was already sitting there, with her glasses up her nose writing something.

"Don't just stand there, what's you name?"

"Um...(name) ma'am"

"Your full name please"

"Oh right sorry, (name) (last name)"

"Okay you can sit down, do your homework or whatever you want, just be quiet. You can leave at 5:30 PM"

You sat at the end of the class, not wanting to be near her. As you sat there the door opened, and Lucas? Lucas walked in.

"Sorry Mrs. Marson I was at practice"

"Okay Mr. Sinclair, just sit down"

He was going to sit at the first table but changed his mind when he noticed you.

Instead he walked over and sat one table behind you

"Why are you in here" he whispered

"I was late to Ms. Kelly's, and you?"

"Got into a small fight with my teammate, nothing bad"

"Oh are you ok?"

"Yeah yeah I'm fine, it was nothing"

"Quite!" The teacher yelled scaring the both of you

You sat quite for a few minutes and than Lucas whispered again

"I thought I fucked up and you'll think I ditched you"

"Me too, detention actually helped us in some way "

"Yeah right" he giggled, that made you feel something inside

You were whispering things to each other when you noticed Mrs. Marson was asleep

"Hey Lucas, wanna get out of here?"

"What?"

"She's asleep, we could sneak out"

"What if she wakes up, and we're not here?"

"We'll say it was already 5:30 PM"

"But she has a watch"

"We don't, see the watch on the wall? Get it for me and I can get us out of here"

"Are you sure (name) I can't get kicked out of the team"

"I'm sure, trust me"

He got up, and quietly got to the watch. He took it from the wall and went back to you, sitting on your right.

"What are you going to do with that?"

"Just watch"

You took the beck out of the watch, and rotated the hands so it shows 5:25 pm, so by the time the teacher wakes up, it'll already be 5:30 and you'll have an excuse.

Lucas took the watch and hang it back to the wall

You both took your bags and ran out of the school gates, literally.

"Ok now where?" Lucas asked

"We can't go back home, they'll know we took off early"

"I know a place"

He took your hand and led you to his 'secret' place.

It was a huge estate, with a cliff and abandoned cars a little further down

It was hot so you got on one of the busses

"You sure it's safe here?" You asked

"No, but it's quite. And I spent a lot of time here, so it's fine"

You spend an hour talking, about school, about you parents, hobbies, everything.

"He if you don't mind me asking, how are you both on the basketball team, and in the hell fire club? That's like two opposite groups"

"Oh I, I started playing D&D a few years ago, with Dustin, Mike and Will, he moved to Indiana tho so we barely talk anymore..but we were always bullied, you know, in middle school, and I was tired of it, so I joined the basketball team with all the popular guys, you know, so I'm on of them, they wouldn't touch me"

"Oh..and, do they know you paly D&D"

"No...I can't tell them, they think it's a cult"

"Oh yeah, they got brainwashed with the media"

"Totally, I can't believe they actually think it's dangerous, it's just a game"

You both laughed, but you had to ask one more thing

"Hey, that girl you were with, Max, are you dating?"

He looked shocked for a few seconds, but recovered quickly

"Oh haha, no. I mean- were dated once, but not anymore, we're just friends now"

"Oh ok, why did you break up?"

"I don't know...I guess we just...didn't feel anything anymore. I mean I love her, of course, but as a friend. I think we just lost feeling for each other."

"Yeah that happens.." you never experienced this, but you did experience a break up, a nasty one.

"We're you in a relationship before?" He asked you suddenly

"Um...yes I was, one time.."

"And what happened?"

"Oh you know..he was afraid, didn't want anyone to know. So when we were almost caught, he stopped talking to me, without explanation, without nothing, I knew why but still, he could've said something" you got upset every time you though about that.

"He...?" He said confused

Oh shit. Shit shit shit. Now he knows you like guys, and he'll hate you, and tell everyone.

"Oh I meant- she, I don't know why I said he, I don't like guys, neve-"

"It's okay"

"What?"

"I said it's ok, don't worry, I don't care who you like"

You were shocked, you expected a different reaction

"Really?"

"Yeah I won't tell anybody, I promise"

You let out a breath. You were so relieved. You wanted to say something but the bus door opened and Dustin and Max got in.

"Hey Lucas, hey (name)"

"Oh hey" you said. You felt worried. You knew Lucas wouldn't tell them, but what if they somehow found out? But Lucas tapped your knee with his hand and looked at you reassuring your secret is safe with him.

Now your crush knows you like guys.

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Ritsu Sakuma - !! [Music] Voice Lines

Ritsu's My Room, Campaign, Gameplay and Idol Rank voice lines. Does not include seasonal, but I will make a full translation of them at some point in the future. Up to date as of 09.22.23.

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My Room

Morning - Topic 1 [Idol Rank E Completed Mission 1] 一 Uuu~ I'm sleepy... but I'll do my best to stay awake. You can do it, I...

Morning - Topic 2 [Idol Rank D Completed Mission 3] 一 Even though I'm waking up normally, Suu~chan praised me. Is this a new "praise and extend" strategy?

Afternoon - Topic 1 [Idol Rank E Completed Mission 2] 一 Today's lesson will be a little more intense. I'm in the mood to do my best…☆

Afternoon - Topic 2 [Idol Rank C Completed Mission 1] 一 I'm going to have a lunch meeting with Knights. Would you like to come with us?

Evening - Topic 1 [Idol Rank D Completed Mission 1] 一 Tsukkipi~ seems to be working on a new song again, and everyone looks like they're looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to it, too…♪

Evening - Topic 2 [Idol Rank C Completed Mission 2] 一 Maa~kun has been busy lately... so buy some juice for me instead, hey, Producer?

Night - Topic 1 [Idol Rank D Completed Mission 2] 一 Even if you're busy, make sure you eat well and make delicious blood for me ♪

Night - Topic 2 [Idol Rank C Completed Mission 3] 一 Is the next site later at night? If that's the case, then I, the "vampire", will be able to play an active role... ♪

Night - Good-night [Idol Rank C Completed Mission 4] 一 I'm still not used to sleeping at night, but it might be nice to be able to say good-night at the same time, wouldn't it?

Work Topic - Idol Rank E - 1 [Idol Rank E Completed Mission 3] 一 Hey, from your perspective, have I changed? Am I "growing up" properly?

Work Topic - Idol Rank E - 2 [Idol Rank E Completed Mission 4] 一 The structure of Knights has changed significantly, and we need to think of a different way to go about doing things...

Work Topic - Idol Rank C - 1 [Idol Rank B Completed Mission 1] 一 Hey, Producer. We're going to have a "strategy meeting" about tomorrow's live show.

Work Topic - Idol Rank C - 2 [Idol Rank B Completed Mission 2] 一 For now, I'm willing to accept any job that comes my way because of Anija. I'll take whatever advantage I can get.

Work Topic - Idol Rank B - 1 [Idol Rank B Completed Mission 3] 一 Now's the time for Knights to work hard and do our best, so if we put in more work, we should be able to make a comeback in the coming months.

Work Topic - Idol Rank B - 2 [Idol Rank B Completed Mission 4] 一 Fua... the secret to living a long life is to get plenty of rest as your days get busier ☆ You should follow my example...

Work Topic - Idol Rank A - 1 [Idol Rank A Completed Mission 4] 一 I've been chosen to play the lead role in a play, but I can't imagine playing the role of an older brother who dotes on the younger one... well, I'll do my best to live up to your expectations.

Work Topic - Idol Rank A - 2 [Idol Rank A Completed Mission 5] 一 Knights' next tour has been confirmed? Now isn't the time to be messing around, I have to make a strategy plan.

Campaigns

5th Anniversary Greeting 一 Even after all these years, I still feel "at home" when I sleep close to you. From now on, don't leave my side.

6th Anniversary Greeting 一 I'll continue to protect this place where I am right now. As a knight... will you come along with me?

7th Anniversary Greeting 一 If you told the old me that I'd be achieving my dreams with someone by my side, he would've been surprised. I hope this dreamy moment can continue forever.

8th Anniversary Greeting 一 It's much more fun to be awake and spend time together than sleep. Thanks to you, I can now believe in that fully... ♪

Christmas Greeting 1 一 There's a charity concert at the church today, right? It's immoral for a "vampire" to do such a job on Christmas Day.

Christmas Greeting 2 一 Merry Christmas ♪ I can't wait for Santa to come, so I'm going to bed now ~

Christmas Greeting 3 一 Merry Christmas ♪ I put a lot of effort into baking the cake for today, so don't leave any leftovers, okay?

Christmas Topic - 1 一 Merry~ Christmas ☆ I don't want to go outside on such a cold, cheerful day, so let's eat some cake under the kotatsu.

Christmas Topic 2 一 Fuua, ahh ♪ We're all going to a Christmas party after work, so I'm trying my best to stay awake...

Christmas Date 一 I was wondering if someone like me should celebrate this holy day. But now that I'm looking at the tree with you like this, however, I don't think I care about such small details anymore.

Comfy Christmas Plan 一 Hey. It's cold here if you stand there like that. Let's get warm together in the kotatsu. Or maybe you could use me as a cuddle pillow...?

New Year's Greetings - 1 一 Happy New Year ♪ I was going to do "Sleepy New Year" again this year, but I can't sleep because of all the loud activity, so I think I'll stay up?

New Year's Greetings - 2 一 Happy New Year~ Now that I was able to say hello to you, I'm going to enjoy my "Sleepy New Year"... good-night ♪

New Year Greeting 3 一 Happy New Year~ I'm going to Hatsumode with everyone from Knights, would you like to come with me?

A Word on New Year's Day - 1 一 Nn… Happy New Year. I'll have a good "first dream" for you, so let me sleep a little longer…

A Word on New Year's Day - 2 一 It's tough being an Idol, since we have to work straight after New Year's. I thought I could sleep as much as I wanted~

Valentine's Reaction - 1 一 Fufu, thank you. It doesn't matter what it tastes like, all that matters is your "love" for me… ♪

Valentine Topic - 1 一 I made special chocolates for the Valentine's Day project, right? It's a secret who I'm going to give my "special" to. ……♪

Valentine Topic - 2 一 It's nice to make your own chocolate, but I'd rather eat the chocolate you prepared for me.

Receiving Valentine's Choco 一 Oh, are you giving me some chocolate? Thank you for going through the trouble of preparing it for me even though you're busy. Keep up the good work and do more for me~... ♪

Receiving Favourite Valentine's Choco 一 You know what I like even though I didn't tell you. As expected of you, Producer, huh... ♪ Really, I can't hide anything from you.

White Day's Gratitude Expression 一 Fufufu, a present for you~ ♪ what's inside is a secret. Well, I'm sure you'll be pleased with it, right?

White Day's Gratitude Expression (Giving Flowers) 一 I give to you, this bouquet of gypsophila. The language of these flowers is "gratitude". I don't usually say this, but I'm always extremely grateful to you, and I look forward to working with you more in the future.

White Day Topic - 1 一 When I look at the marshmallows I prepared for you in return, they remind me of fluffy white pillows and make me sleepy… don't you think so too?

White Day Topic - 2 一 I'll repay the princesses who always support me with a performance from a Knight which is sweeter than chocolate... ♪

Halloween Greeting - 1 一 Trick or Treat~ Would you prefer for me to be mischievous or let me get some sleep?

Topic of Halloween - 1 一 You must be having a hard time today with all the people you've gotten tangled up in with, right? I prepared some sweets for you, so you can hand them out.

Topic of Halloween - 2 一 I made some Halloween candy for you, so don't hesitate to eat some. Well, you definitely won't be able to play any tricks on me ♪

Halloween (Trick or Treat) 一 Trick or Treat. Whichever one you choose, I'll give you the gift of some special time as our Producer... ♪

Halloween (Trick) 一 Today, I'm a ghost who is carried to bed on someone's back. You'll have to carry me on your back and take me to a place where it's fluffy~♪

Halloween (Treat) 一 I'm already sleepy, so I'll leave the sweets for another time. Instead, I'm going to meet you in your dreams tonight. I'll give you some tasty sweets there, so please look forward to it... ♪

Halloween (Prank) 一 Well, if "vampires" exist, then it wouldn't be surprising if zombies also existed, right? If you get bitten, you might just turn into one of them... maybe ♪

Birthday (Celebrated 1) 一 Ahh, today is my birthday. I overslept and almost forgot... ☆ Yeah, Thank you for remembering me.

Birthday (Celebrated 2) 一 Ah, thank you. If I sleep, there'd be nothing worth celebrating, so I'll stay up for as long as I can today.

Birthday (Celebrated 3) 一 You remembered my birthday very well, good, good ♪ I'm genuinely happy you're celebrating with me.

Celebrating the Producer's Birthday - 1 一 It's your birthday today, right? Congratulations. I made a cake with you in mind, I'm pretty proud of this one... ♪

Producer's Birthday Celebration - 2 一 Happy Birthday, Producer. I'll wake up and celebrate with you today, you should be grateful... ♪

Producer's Birthday Celebration - 3 一 Happy Birthday~ Since you always take care of me, today I'll be returning the favour... ♪

Gameplay

Live Start - 1 [Idol Rank E Completed Mission 5] 一 I slept a lot, so I'm motivated... ☆

Live Skill Activation - 1 [Idol Rank C Completed Mission 5] 一 Well then, let's go!

Work Start - 1 [Idol Rank D Completed Mission 4] 一 It's a perfect time to wake up, so leave it all to me

Work Completed - 1 [Idol Rank D Completed Mission 5] 一 Hey, I think I did a pretty good job, what do you think?

Idol Rank

Idol Rank Up - D - 1 [Rank Up Quest E > D] 一 Nn~ I'm sleepy, so I'll thank you properly later... Fua, fu...☆

Idol Rank Up - C - 1 [Rank Up Quest D > C] 一 Thank you for watching me so closely ♪

Idol Rank Up - B - 1 [Rank Up Quest C > B] 一 Thank you for always supporting me~ ☆ I'll be sure to repay you in plenty of ways ♪

Idol Rank Up - A - 1 [Rank Up Quest B > A] 一 I will continue to "grow" from now on. I'll live up to the proud name of Knights.

Other

Praise - 1 一 Producer, are you sleeping properly? If you're tired, you're always welcome to sleep next to me.

Praise - 2 一 You can get more work done during the day than at night. You're doing the best you can, so I won't be selfish.

Reaction - 1 一 Nnh~... I'll deal with you later, so let me sleep now...

Abandoned - 1 Wait. If you're going somewhere, you'll let me know, right? I was worried because I thought you were leaving me suddenly.

My Room Selection 一 Nnh~... I feel sleepy when you're nearby. Is it because you make me feel safe?

#c: sakuma ritsu #voice lines #!! era

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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 90

Nord VPN again ... so what this -- ah, I see ... Sam, you chaos gremlin ... yes, that's right, Samuel, you can't mess with these people ... Marisha: "I don't trust you, you piece of shit." Nor should you ...

Laura pronouncing EU as "ew" and Liam not quite getting it ... XD

Oh, so does this mean they really ARE splitting up for this part? Oof ... you know you're not supposed to DO THAT ...

Roll for which group goes first? Hmmm ... the bombers first, then ... okay ...

Ira you creepy fucker I swear I don't trust you as far as I can throw you ...

So ... it's a familiar familiarity then, Matthew?

Ashley sleight of hand Nat20? Awww ... and apparently she may just have given that old beggar a small fortune round here ...

The objective of the plan ... hmmm ... meanwhile it seems FCG may be grating on Ira's nerve some ...

Barking? Really? Probably not good ...

Perception check time ... hmmmm ... fancy insect skull ... viculch? Okay ... these things are MASSIVE ...

Oh crap ... Gloamglut? The fay dragon? Not a good sign ... Fearne's dad's close, clearly ...

Over to the other group? Okay ...

Sprawlgrotto? That is impossibly difficult to say, clearly ...

What to roll? Crap ...

Invisible shenanigans ... yup ...

Wow ... Marisha rolled SO SHIT for having advantage ... thank the gods for those Nat20s ...

Lots of myceit ... harvesting fungi? That's not, like, weirdly existentially odd for them?

Seriously, was Matt reading too much Dungeon Meshi when he came up with this stretch of the campaign?

Scry ball is pretty close now ... but still not EXACTLY where they're going ... O.O

Music? Interesting ... whoa! Street busking! Cool! A didgeridoo? Awesome ...

No way to know if they're under any casual observation ...

Awwwwww ... the twinsies continue to be so cute together ... :3

Con save for Chetney's flatulence ...

Okay, so ... are they close to their destination or what?

That is one HEAVILY GUARDED entrance ... any other ways in?

Awwww ... flirty witch girlfriend shenanigans ... I love them ... :3

Wow ... Matt's sexy pre campaign days on a t-shirt ... well done, Sam ... LOL

Already halfway though their invisibility? Not good ...

Whoa ... are they in the mad god's brain? Is this like Knowhere? Laura, your brain worries me sometimes ...

Ashley, what are you doing with that hood? :3

"Passing miners"? Congrats on dodging the Galaxy Quest ref there guys ...

So they're on high alert, then ... hmmmm ...

Uh-oh ... incoming ... and they're zeroing in on Ira ... great ...

"A dark armoured figure"? Crap ... shit! Zathuda? Balls ...

Weird ass Predator looking Hulk mofo ...

Sunder Lord? Interesting ... wait, so this might be the Sunder KING? Okay ... so this is Cruth, then ... the Reiloran big bad himself ...

Bollocks ... have then been sniffed out?

Everybody knows you don't give dogs chocolate! Even freaky alien ones!

Speak With Animals? Hmmmm ...

Oh for the love of the gods Sam, not again ... ewww ... and it's WET?!!! Come on Riegel!

Fearne is clearly DETERMINED for this thing to just be a GOOD BOY isn't she? I really DON'T think this is gonna work, Fearne!

I don't think that griffon meat's gonna work out, Ashton. It's WAY too old ...

Speak With Animals AND Command on the thing? Good luck with that, Letters ... or Fast Friends? Hmmm ... wow ... hope this is a good choice ... yeah, he Commands it to "GIT!!!!" And it works? Blimey ...

Wow, that was bloody close ... phew ...

HOLY FUCK did Ira just pull a Jedi mind trick on that guy? O.O

Flip flop, back and forth ... here we go ...

Cupped? Hmmm ... is that an "underboob" joke, perchance?

Yeah, I mean ... SURELY the rope itself would be invisible too since it was covered by the same spell ...

Spiderclimb PLUS Invisibility ... okay, here we go, then ...

Not NOTHER shite roll? Two 2s? Balls ... Marisha, WHY?!!!

Wow ... this has gone all kinds of Abbott & Costello ... oh thank the gods FINALLY a good roll ...

This plan keeps getting more and more convoluted and I love it ... LOL ...the stink of desperation is STRONG now ...

"Matt: "You're Batman-ing this! Like Adam West!" XD

I cannot believe that actually worked ... or did it? O.O

Oh yeah, OF COURSE they got spotted. That WAS a massive fuckup ...

Phew ... that was like SCARY close ... and NOW he checks for traps? Oof ... at least they're in ... so what now?

Aha! So Chetney could follow her scent? Cool ... oh WHAT?!!! A Cytaa? Is that HER Cytaa? Okay then ... Gona? Cute ... So yeah, this could work, then ...

Awww ... yeah, let her hide in Laudna's birdhous backpack! Yeah! Oh yeah ... yeah, better on their shoulders, rather than in there with Pate ... O.O

Time running out for Orym's Invisibility ... great ...

Back to the bombers, again ...

A new wall ... a "BLAST WALL?" Oh, that can't be good ...

Oh, so this is going to be a PROBLEM for them going forward?

Passwall? With the Staff? Would that actually WORK?

This shit is FIFTEEN FEET THICK?!!! Bloody hell ...

Oh, an Illusory spell? Yeah, that's best ... nice one, Ira. And now he's making will-o-the-wisp lights too ... FCG: "I don't know why I bother."

Some kind of seriously ugly drilling machine ... that thing is just NASTY ... 3 Reilorans and a Hulk? Hmmmm ... potentially risky ... is this gonna be a problem?

Oh, so THIS is gonna be the bombsite? Hmmmm ... good point, though ... they definitely need to deal with these guys too ... ah, so we're DEFINITELY doing this then ...

SIX big bombs ... of course ... why am I not surprised?

Time to fight, then ... AND THAT'S when we take a break? Of course it is ...

And we're back ... with the OTHERS again ... yeah, not really surprised ...

Chetney wolfs out in the dumbest possible way and I love it ... XD ... and somebody's coming ... great timing ...

"Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinstoooonnnn ..." Yup ... way to creep Matt out, Travis ... XD

Now Matt's doing secret sneaky DM stuff ... O.O ... oh dear ...

Balls ... GUARDS ... and they're like TOTALLY blocking the way ... how to get through? Wait ... Chetney's going to use his TOYS to do this? How?

Wow ... the Master Toymaker did BEAUTIFULLY there ... way to go, Chet! And now they're through ... sweet!

Grim Psychometry ... ON THE CRYSTAL?!!! Really, Chet? This sounds like SUCH bad idea ...

Aha, so they're like ... Reiloran SCIENTISTS, then? Hmmm ...

Ah, so THIS is the Bay? OKay then ...

Organs? BABY organs? Eep ... O.O ... in general this is all REALLY CREEPY ...

Oh dear gods what the fuck is THAT THING?

Hunter's Bane? Yeah, do it, Chet ... no hits ... phew ...

A fucking JUDICATOR is being autopsied? Holy fuck ...

Ah ... so that's who they're looking for ... and she's IN THE VAT!!! Great ... still alive, but ... yeah, this is clearly pretty bad ...

And we're back in the dig ... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

CHARM!!! Yup ... and it WORKS!!! OKay ... oh, not on IRA though ... jump in front of him? Fearne, honey ... wow, I can't believe that worked ...

Okay, thats ONE down without a fight ...

Wow ... Ashton is, like, REALLY bad at Deception ... O.O

Wow ... Ira just set the timer while THIS SHIT'S going on ... oh fuck ... this is all going south SO FAST ...

Three minutes = one minute of game play ... oh boy ... rush it, guys!

Oh, so Ira is going to ABANDON ASHTON? Wow .., oh, no, THAT'S more like it ... the Juggernaut is now a SNAIL ... nice ...

And now they're running ... and having a jolly little convo while they're at it ...

BOOM ...

Dimension Door to the surface just as the bombs go off? Phew ... and now eveything is just CHAOS ... Fearne is FALLING!!! Shit! Oh, NICE SAVE, Ira! And now they're just BOOKING IT!!!

Fuck, this is gone all kinds of fucked ... wait, he wants to UNROLL THE HOLE, put Letters in it, roll it up again with him in it, and then RUN AWAY with it? That is one hell of a Hail Mary ... roll for Dexterity, then ... so that just HALVES THE DAMAGE ... oof ... and now he has to do a STRENGTH CHECK to see if he can HOLD ONTO THE HOLE?!!! Oh my fucking gods ... if this tanks they lose the Hole forever ... 16? Wow ...

That's a lot of dice for damage ... that is NEVER a good sign ... even half of THIS is gonna hurt ... and now he's SMILING ... 158 points of Force Damage? Holy shit ... even halved, that's stil 79 points each ... ouch ...

But at least they still have the Hole ...

And now 25 points of BLUDGEONING damage each ... oh boy ... is it over, at leaat?

Oh bollocks ... that FUCKING DRAGON again ...

Oh for fuck's sake ... flip flop AGAIN?

And the blast shakes the whole place EVEN HERE ... more chaos ... and the vat is CRACKED! Okay ... Orym goes for it, meanwhile Chetney just shouts out for an evacuation ... so that leaves just the Mystic AND the Shrike ... hmmm ...

Battlemap? Aha ... cue Wizzkids plug ...

Unsettling Presence? Cool ...

Invisibility definitely really helps with Stealth checks ...

Getting ready for a scrap ... and a timed attack ... okay, then ...

A SIXTH LEVEL Psychic Lance? Bloody hell, Imogen ... and now the Mystic is Incapacitated ... nice ... 29 points of SPsychi damage!

Orym Hexes the Mystic and goes for an attack ... it hits! Oh yeah, he is gonna FUCK THIS GUY UP ... 18 points! Action Surge! Yeah ... oh yeah, he just MURDERS that guy ... holy fuck ... and now he's going for the Shrike instead ... holy shit, tiny Battle Master is a BADASS ...

Laudna Banes the Shrike, then Chetney casts Blood Curse of Binding on it ... oh, the new Scythe! Sweet ... and it hits! 19 for the first hit, 17 damage for the second! Wow ...

And NOW it's time to roll Inititative ...

Nuts ... the Shrike's up first ... and it smashes the glass tank with the ... THING in it ...

Some kind of giant BUG ... OH MY FUCKING GODS what the hell IS THAT THING?!!!

Laura asks them to hold for a moment ... cue several folk singing Girl From Ipanema ... XD ... oh, sounds like a Hail Mary ... Synaptic Static? Whoa ... so that's both the Shrike AND that bug beast ... 25 points of Psychic damage each ... and it fucks 'em up for fighting, too ... PINK LIGHTNING? Awww ... that's cute! :3

Chetney casts Blood Curse of Bloated Agony on the beasty, then attacks with his Scythe ... and CRITS!!! Nice ... Double damage means 25 on each of the two hits! Yeah ... and then his scythe SHATTERS right away? Fuck ... unbelievable ... he just GOT THAT!!!

Orym jumps on the still prone Shrike and attacks again ... 10 damage, then 15 on the second, 13 on the third ... and he gets the HDYWTDT! Yeah ... ANOTHER murder!

Laudna skitters across the ceiling over it and casts Blight on the vidulch ... 8D8 of Necrotic damage? Nice ... 25 altogether? Pretty sweet ... then she Quickens and hits it with an Eldritch Blast ... first misses, but the next two hit! Yeah ...

The beasty's turn and it's GETTING UP ... oh this is UGLY ... but it's also HURT ... okay ... IT CAN MULTI-ATTACK?!!! I'm sorry? Oh yeah, this thing is just unleashing a big can of whoopass on EVERYBODY, innit? Wait, AND it has Corroding Spit? Seriously? Come ON Matthew! But apparently because it wasn't "done", it is also falling apart with each turn ...

Imogen blasts a Lightning Bolt right through it ... at 4TH LEVEL?!!! Wow ... 23 points of damage! Just send those dice to dice jail, Laura! She Quickens, then casts Shocking Grasp on it ... 21 more points! Yeah ...

CHetney RIPS HIS OWN EARS OFF to reveal flames as he casts Crimson Rite! Okay ... 26 points of damage, plus another 16 from the Rite ... HDYWTDT!!! Yes! He just tears the vidulch CLEAN OPEN and it just spills itself out all over him ... charming ... oh for the love of ... DON'T EAT THAT, Chet!

They break the vat open and release their intended rescuee ... yeah, get to healing, guys! So Evoroa is free, and awake, but definitely still HURT ...

Oh yeah, grab the Aeorian tech thingy, yeah ... into the Bag of Holding with it! And some fetus bottles for Laudna ... lovely ...

Oh wow ... so they just put the white hot masks DIRECTLY onto the Judicators' faces, huh? Charming ...

Checking in with the others ... back at the bomb site, then ...

Oh yeah, I would say that blast was a RESOUNDING success ... meanwhile Letters and Ashton are just DEAFENED right now ... great ... Fearn tries to getto them both now ...

Oh thank fuck they're back together again ...

Fuck ... the Red Glow? Not good ... and here comes the SCREAM!!! Fuck ... whatever that was it wasn't GOOD ...

Yeah, better beat a hasty retreat ...

Another explosion ... a PINK explosion? Great ... oh yeah, that was DEFINITELY LIliana ... and she's STILL ALIVE ...

Backtracking out through the builsing in a hurry ... thank fuck for Invisibility ... yeah, they BARELY make it out ...

Crap ... soldiers, just EVERYWHERE ... try another route, then ... yes, UP not down ... good thing for all the chaos, clearly ...

Boot the door! Yeah, here we go ... young half-elf? Hmmm ... just keep going! Yeah, balcony! Go! Oh ... well THAT'S a long way down ...

So apparently the scream was Liliana ... oof ...

DOWN!!! QUICK!!!

Phew ... they manage to make their escape into the city ...

Liliana (psychically): "Did she KNOW?!!!" Matt: "And THAT'S where we're gonna call it a night!" Cue CHAOS from the party ...

Fuck ... another exhausting session ...

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