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stxrrywildflower · 4 years

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pride and joy

pairing - bau team x teen!reader

summary - you feel neglected after rossi reconnects with joy

warnings - none

word count - ?

you had to find out from morgan of all people what was going on with your dad.

like most days, you had headed right to the fbi building directly after school. whenever the team didn’t have a case, you just met rossi at quantico and stayed until he headed home. sure there were days where you went home instead but you loved being around the bau team, especially because they were more then happy to joke around and even help with homework.

today was no different. rossi had given you your own personal visitors pass awhile back. after flashing that to the security guard with a smile, you were let in and headed over to the elevators.

spencer and emily were the ones to greet you when you stepped out into the sixth floor. “oh hi!” you greeted, not expecting to see them out of the bullpen. “hey y/n, we have to head down to the police station to pick up the usual batch of reports. everyone else should be inside,” emily explained.

with one final wave to the two agents, you pushed open the glass doors and stepped in. just like emily and spencer had said, almost everyone else was in the bullpen. j.j. and derek were talking at their desks while hotch was up in his office. the only issue was that your dads office was completely empty.

derek smiled when he noticed your noticed your presence and motioned for you to join them. you grabbed a chair from one of the desks and pulled it up so you could sit. “little rossi! how was school?” derek questioned. you laughed slightly at the nickname. “eh it was okay. i’m just happy summer vacation is soon,” you started, “hey where’s my dad?”

“i’m not one hundred percent sure but i think he’s out for a late lunch with joy,” derek replied, looking towards j.j. for confirmation.

“yeah he’s with joy,” j.j. piped up from her desk.

you spun around, extremely confused at that statement. “who’s joy?” you asked.

both j.j. and derek’s heads snapped up at your question. you could tell a silent conversation was going on between the two as you just continued to look back and forth. “you don’t know?” j.j. finally said. “know what? you’re kinda scaring me,” you spoke shakily.

derek motioned for you to follow him. you left your backpack by his desk and walked up to the conference room. j.j. was right behind you though she stopped in to talk to hotch. finally, once she returned, the two stood in front of you while jumped up and sat on the table. “can you please just explain what’s going on?” you pleaded.

“my dad has another kid?” you spoke up after j.j. and derek has explained, “i have a sister.” the combination of desperation and slight anger in your voice made both of the profilers shoot you sympathetic looks. “look y/n, this whole thing has been a shock to him and he’s just trying to reconnect with her. but trust me on this, he loves you all the same,” derek reasoned.

you really didn’t know how to describe how you felt. the only emotion you could feel was betrayal. your dad had been gone recently, not to work late but to go reunite with his secret daughter he couldn’t even tell you about.

“i’m going to head home. dad isn’t here anyway so i don’t want to bother you,” you mumbled, getting off of the table. j.j. and derek looked at each other once more. they knew it must have been like a bomb of information being dropped on you. “i’ll lead you out,” j.j. offered. derek shot you one more smile as you exited the conference room and headed down the catwalk.

you didn’t get to confront your dad for two or so days. in that time, you did everything you could to attempt to distance yourself in such a short period of time. you didn’t go to the bureau after school but instead headed home to do homework. dinner was easily avoided as you had lied and said you had studying or didn’t feel great.

except, tonight you were set to watch henry while j.j. and will went out for a friday night dinner. you could avoid your dad as he was cooking on the stove and you needed to go through the kitchen to leave the house. sure, you could do continue pushing the confrontation off but if you did it tonight, you could leave and further distance yourself. after choosing the later option, you grabbed your bag and headed downstairs. once in the kitchen, you drummed your fingers against your thigh, waiting for the right moment to say something.

“why didn’t you tell me about joy?”

the question made rossi stop cooking for a split second before turning to face you. “what?” your dad asked. you knew he had heard exactly what you said.

“i went to the bau a couple days ago and you weren’t there. so i talked to morgan and j.j. and they told me you were out with someone named joy. well of course i asked who joy was and,” you trailed off at the end.

“look y/n,” rossi started. you cut him off, “all you had to do was sit down with me and explained the situation. but instead, i had to find out from one of your work friends that i have a sister. how do you think i feel?”

“figlia i’m sorry. i wanted to get to know joy before actually introduced you,” rossi attempted to reason.

“whatever, i have to go to j.j.’s anyway. her and will asked me to babysit henry tonight,” you sighed.

“you didn’t tell me that,” rossi commented.

“man i wonder what that’s like rossi?” you fired back. after picking up your bag once again, you left the house without another word.

that was the exact moment rossi realized he had really screwed up. you only ever called him ‘rossi’ when you were extremely mad. it only happened once before, when he had gotten hurt in a case and you had scolded him in the hospital.

j.j. knew you were upset the second she answered the door, still clipping a necklace around her neck. “hey j,” you spoke quietly, shuffling slightly out of pure nervousness. “i talked to my dad. well i mean define talked.”

that was explanation enough for j.j. as she pulled you into a gentle hug. “i’ll have plenty of time to dwell on it while me and henry hang out. you two go have fun,” you smiled, motioning to will who was just coming down the stairs. j.j. moved around the house, grabbing the last couple things she needed. “alright we’re heading out. you know where everything is and i’ll text you on my way home,” j.j. informed you. with one final goodbye, the two parents left the house.

after cooking dinner and playing with henry for a little, it was time to put the young boy to bed. he had been pretty resistant as always but after you promised to read a bedtime story, he was happy to go to bed. you read him one of his favorites. by the end of the book, henry was already closing his eyes. you smiled down at him before shutting off the lights and heading downstairs.

while henry was asleep upstairs, you turned on the tv to a random movie while you curled up on the couch. this was common for you, j.j. had been pretty direct with letting you know that you could watch whatever while you were over. as the movie played on, your mind began to drift into the current situation you were stuck in.

part of you understood your dad reasoning. while your understanding was pretty small, you still sort of got it. if joy was absent from his life for so long, he had the right to reunite with her and make up for the years lost. but was he replacing you? it sure felt like that.

but the other part of you was angry. you grew up having the bau team as your extended family and pretty much siblings. now, you had a sister. sure the whole relation was a bit twisted but joy was still your sister. you had every right to be owed at least an explanation on the whole thing. you didn’t even have to meet joy. correction, you didn’t even know if you wanted to meet joy.

it was incredibly dumb to be crying over but you couldn’t help the few tears that fell down your cheeks. you and your dad never fought. this whole thing was becoming increasingly stressful and not being able to talk to your dad was making it worse.

j.j. and will were back by the time you had managed to calm down. the profiler saw right through your facade of ‘i’m fine’ when she asked how you were. nonetheless, you had brushed off their offer of payment and headed home. watching henry was no issue and you were always willing to help.

by the time you arrived home, all the lights were off meaning rossi was most likely asleep. you wquickly got ready for bed, slipping under the covers after that and relaxing in for the night.

you ended up making the ultimate decision to just push all the emotions you were feeling in the back of the head. if rossi was genuinely more happy, then you needed to be a supportive daughter. it was the least you could do.

for the next week, you put on smile around your father. when school didn’t keep you busy, you always ate dinners with rossi or sat with him while he did paperwork. joy was rarely mentioned, and you were slightly thankful for that.

“dad! i’m home!” you called once you entered the house, slipping off your shoes first. “i can’t stay for super long. j.j. needs me to babysit again in i think about hour.”

your earbuds were still playing your favorite song as you shuffled through the house, swapping out your school bag for a backpack you took whenever you either went somewhere or babysat. before leaving, you figured you might as well get something to eat.

when you entered the kitchen, you stopped dead in your tracks. standing by the coffee machine was a brunette woman, dressed in a simple outfit of jeans and a sweater. she must have noticed your presence and turned around to face you, a slight smile forming on her face.

after taking your earbuds out of your ear and tossing your phone on the counter, you swallowed nervously. who was this woman? you knew rossi would never let anybody in the house and she didn’t exactly look threatening.

“ah, welcome home figlia. school okay?” your dad asked, suddenly appearing in the kitchen. you nodded as a response, keeping your eyes focused on the still mystery woman. “well y/n, i figured it was finally time for you to meet joy.”

your eyes widened slightly. standing right in front of you was the woman who had been on your mind for over a week. the woman who was your sister. and here you were, standing directly across from one another, neither moving to initiate a conversation.

“y/n this is joy. joy this is y/n,” rossi introduced, motioning back and forth. “well i need to head back to work. hotch had a case file he needed me to look at.” you absolutely couldn’t believe what your dad was saying. he was just going to leave you? not even bother to stick around to see how this would play out?

when rossi finally left, the door closing with a thud, joy finally turned to make eye contact with you. “so you must be my sister,” she started. “i could say the same for you,” you replied. a tense laugh was shared between you two.

“can i hug you?”

the question itself took you slightly off guard. “we just met and you already want to hug me?” you asked though your tone was extremely light-hearted. “i mean yeah, if it’s okay with you. i’ve missed out on way to many years with both you and dad. i just figured a hug could be the perfect start to our new sibling bond.”

with a smile on your face, you stepped forward hugging joy tightly. the whole thing just felt natural, like a hug you would receive from a sibling after something good happened in your life.

when rossi returned a little bit later, just like you, he stopped once he entered the kitchen. joy was cooking over the stove, most likely a lunch for the two of you as you talked on and on from the counter. the senior profiler just smiled at the interaction.

he finally had his pride and joy together at last.

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dreamcatcherjiah · 4 years

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Part 1

Painkillers. That was the first thought that you could rationalise when you woke up. The pain had been getting gradually worse through the months, to the point that it wasn’t only your chest that hurt anymore. When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was the feeling of constant pressure you felt in the middle of you spine, as if someone was constantly pressing some object to your back, trying to reach you heart in one fine blow. You no longer felt the burning on your chests, as things stood at present. Yes, it was annoying, and it didn’t allow you to function properly on a normal day, but the painkillers that numbed your senses more often than not these days dealt with it marvellously.

So the first thing you did that day when you woke up was drag your cold feet to the bathroom and, even before looking at yourself in the mirror, you downed two painkillers with a few sips of water from the tap. They always left a funny taste in your mouth, those pills. Then you sat on the closed lid of the toilet, and patiently waited for the pain to go away. As an afterthought it occurred to you that you could at least have brought your phone and had a look through Twitter now that you had little else to do. It seemed that these quiet numb moments in the morning were the only time of day when you could snatch a few minutes to be up to date with the news and what was old and new about your favourite group. You’d been kind of disconnected lately, so busy with work that you hadn’t step foot in the dance studio for two weeks. It’s not like your body or its condition would have allowed it, anyway. With a tired sigh you decided that you could wait for the numbness to arrive lying on your bed scrolling through Twitter, just as well as you were doing now barefoot in the cold tile bathroom.

You dragged yourself back under the warm covers and reached for your phone in the night table. It wasn’t too cold, the case, but it gave you a startle nonetheless. Opening the bird app for the first time in weeks, you were assaulted with notifications that you ignored in favour of looking through the most recent tweets. And you worried. How would you not, when one of your favourite artists was looking as if he had dragged himself back from the dead? He looked smily and warm, but the bags under his eyes and the defeated curve of his shoulders told another story. Their fans, you along with them, were worried because his dance moves didn’t seem to have that energy behind them anymore. There was also constant speculation about the reason why he was constantly rubbing over his heart. The most adamant ones were even saying that he had found his soulmate and they had died and that’s why he was looking dead standing. It’s not as if they have any proof, though, you thought. The soulmate thing was a nice little bedtime story for those who believed in the long obsolete system, but that was all it was. There was no proof, either medical, nor visual it existed like it used to in the past.

Taking one last look at his tired, but still smiling face, you left your phone between the covers of the bed and started your morning routine. Rolling your shoulders back, you checked if the painkillers were doing their job. Noticing the pain had somehow dispersed evenly through your back and it was a bit more bearable now, you set about seeing that everything you had to do today was done.

Not even lunchtime and you were already in your second pair of pills, now due to the headache brewing behind your right eye. How can a job that you enjoy leave you feeling like a puppet whose strings have been severed? Your coworkers are louder than ever today, laughing ostentatiously about some trifle article they had seen on SNS or some celebrity buying another ultra-expensive apartment you would never been able to afford even if you worked yourself to the bone every day for the rest of your life. Wow, pain did make you cynical.

Someone cleaned their throat next to your desk, and looking up, you just found your typical office employee, pencil skirt, silkish blouse and a huge grin. And you couldn’t for the life of you remember her name. But, the point is that you were certainly pass the point of caring.

“Can I help you?” You asked, feigning a bit of interest, but not so much so that she would take it as a clue to stay talking to you longer than necessary, worsening your headache.

“Always so nice, Y/N! I don’t know how you manage!” I don’t, either, Karen. I don’t. “Well, what I wanted to tell you is that my birthday is coming next week, and I was planning on celebrating it at a cafe, but turns out something fantastic happened! Can you guess what it is?” Not even stopping to catch her breath, or give you time to try and guess, she continued, with such shining eyes you wouldn’t have been surprised if she started crying glitter. “I managed to get my hands in two VIP tickets for BTS’s final concert the day after tomorrow, and I know for a fact that you are also an Army… would you care to come with me, please?”

Right about now you were feeling quite a shitty person, if you were to be honest with yourself. This girl whose name you didn’t remember was offering a ticket, VIP no less, to the concert of your lifetime and you’d been cheekily half-ignoring her. Pain was really a bitch, how did you become this person you didn’t recognise? Even with her looking at you with those open, sincere eyes, saying please as if you wouldn’t give your last cent to experience at least once in your life what a BTS concert was like… You felt terrible.

“Hyejin-ah, Y/N! We are going for lunch in ten!!” Shouted another one of your workers, inadvertently saving you from the embarrassment of admitting you didn’t remember the other woman’s name. “You coming?”

Before Hyejin could answer, you called her name and took a deep breath, braving through the pain.

“Hyejin, I couldn’t possibly impose… those tickets are incredibly expensive, and I don’t think I could pay you…”

“Don’t be silly, Y/N!” She chastised you, releasing a pretty giggle. “It is my birthday, and I want to share my happiness with another Army! The tickets are already paid for, the only thing you need to do is choose a nice outfit for that day, take your Army Bomb and enjoy the concert with me, will you?”

“But…” your words died in your mouth, emotion clogging your throat. You found yourself smiling, truly smiling for the first time in quite some time, and nodding. “I don’t know how I will ever repay you, Hyejin-ah…”

With a little squeal, she threw her arms around your neck and hugged you tight. Forgetting about your back, your chest, your head, you returned the hug instantly. You couldn’t believe how this girl had changed the course of your day in a few minutes. How could someone be so selfless?

“You’ve done so much for me since I joined the company, Y/N-ah!” She was saying, while you mused to yourself. “Thanks to you I could get a head-start on working here and I am so thankful! And I am so happy I found another Army here, and we can share this experience! AND ON MY BIRTHDAY!”

Her happiness was contagious, and soon you were laughing out loud, feeling so much better now compared to the previous… weeks, months…? You didn’t even care anymore. You were going to repay Hyejin however you could in the future. No matter how much pain you were in, or how tired you were. This girl was worth braving through it.

“Oi, you two! Are you coming or not?” Asked the same guy again.

You both took your coats laughing and headed for the elevators. What an edifying morning you were having. You had ended up with a new friend — hopefully — and the best present someone could have given you. What else could happen today to make it better?

The days between the good news and the concert came and went without you so much as noticing. Hyejin was gradually becoming a constant presence in your life. The day after her offer you brought her a cup of coffee and the day after that as well. You could see it becoming a habit, but she was such a nice person that only for the smile she gave you, you would make a little detour to get your coffees each morning. She was such a nice woman, Hyejin. You could almost forget about the pain in your body. The concert being a Saturday gave you all Friday night to panic, running through your apartment to choose what outfit to wear. Your Mang headband was the sure item, but the rest was driving you mad. Deciding that it was futile, you checked your bag for the battery, your Army bomb and your bottle to fill with water once inside. You were so excited for the next day!

Suddenly your heart constricted and you vision went black for a second. Your Army bomb crashed against the floor, but you didn’t realise it, as your knees collided as well with the wooden surface. Panting, you took your hand to your forehead in an attempt to calm yourself. You hadn’t been feeling so well lately, but not so bad either. But this was next level painful. No, you wouldn’t allow this stupid pain to keep you from going to that concert. Not even if you had to drag yourself to that stadium. Little by little, the pain began to leave, and you watched helpless at the clear pieces of your Army bomb looking at you from the ground, as broken as you felt.

As soon as Taehyung had dropped the bombshell, it had been decided that Bang PD-nim needed to know. The situation was obviously getting out of hand, the fans were beginning to notice as well. But what was worse was the slow deterioration Bangtan was seeing in the face and body of Hobi. He was usually his bright self when the situation required it, but it was obviously becoming increasingly painful and the last thing that anyone wanted was for Hobi to be in pain. A couple of weeks after they returned to Korea for the final concert of the tour, he had dropped nearly unconscious to the floor, whimpering and rubbing his chest over his heart. The skin on his chest had become dry and irregular over that spot he couldn’t stop rubbing. This situation was getting out of hand for all parties involved.

With the final and the comeback approaching day by day, they had asked their for a meeting, the seven of them, Bang PD-nim and their managers. Mainly to discuss the situation and what to do in case Hoseok couldn’t perform — which was out of the question, according to him. He was performing and that was final.

“So, you are telling me that you assume these pains, that the doctors you have seen have no medical explanation for, have to do with your soulmate connection?” Asked the CEO, with his eyebrows raising to his hairline.

“Yes, sir.” Answered Hoseok, bowing his head out of embarrassment. If it was up to him he would have downed a couple of painkillers and they would all be practicing their asses out for the concert, and yet here they were because of some insignificant chests pains. Yes, as his mother had told him, chest pains were something really serious, even more so for someone with such a hectic lifestyle as theirs. But, deep down, and after Taehyung’s confession about being able to see the string, he knew what was causing the pain. That was in part the reason why he was feeling so defeated lately. Tae could see the string, but it had always pointed away from them in the same direction. With them travelling around the world on tour, the only thing Hoseok and the boys could manage to figure out was that his soulmate was provably back home in Korea, since the string always pointed in that direction. Now that they had returned he didn’t have the strength to ask Tae about the string. Just seeing his wild facial expressions and the way his head would snap in a thousand different directions was enough to warn J-hope not to ask.

“Son, the soulmate connection cannot be proven… no one can see the strings anymore, Hobi.” Answered back the older man, bringing him back to reality.

His hand instinctively went to his chest and started rubbing it. The painkillers he had taken that morning without Jiminie noticing were loosing their effect. How much longer would the meeting be, so that he could sneak out into the toilet and remedy that? Joonie’s hand stopped the circular motion over his sternum and with a look of finality, pinned both of Hobi’s hands to his leg.

“I can see them, though,” whispered Taehyung, not making eye contact with the CEO. “I can’t see anyone else’s but Hobi hyung’s at the moment, but his is right here,” he said, pointing at a slightly discoloured patch in the middle of Hobi’s favourite T-shirt.

“You have been rubbing away at it, alright, Hobe-ah,” whispered Yoongi, eyeing the T-shirt and the exact location where Tae’s finger was touching Hobi’s chest.

Bang PD-nim was looking at them all alternatively, not really ready to believe what they were insinuating but, what other explanation was there to the state Hoseok had been for the last few months? If finding his soulmate was the solution to free him from the pain he knew the younger man was feeling, he was willing to look for that person himself even. Finding your soulmate nowadays was almost seen as a miracle, and these boys deserved the universe after all the hard work and the blood, sweat and tears they had spilled.

Yes, it was completely unbelievable, but then again, rarer things had been seen through the years. He could take a leap of blind faith for the well-being of his boys, for the well-being of Hobi.

“Have you got any idea of where this person could be?” He asked, setting the boys into a momentary frenzy of disbelief. Was the CEO really agreeing to look for Hobi’s soulmate?

“We have a general idea, thanks to Namjoon,” said Jin, assuming his role as the eldest and revealing what so many nights of speaking amongst the seven of them had clarified, “while we were overseas, for example, according to Tae the string always pointed in the same direction and we checked. Hobi’s soulmate is not in America nor Europe. No matter how much distance east we covered, the string kept pointing in that direction. As soon as we got to Seoul though, Tae started seeing the string pointing in random directions. It didn’t make any sense to us, until Joon suggested that for the string to change direction so fast, the person should be much closer than it had ever been before. For the most part of the day the string would stay still pointing in the same direction, until around 5 pm when it would change locations. The person must be here in Seoul or incredible close, close enough to follow the thread and find them.”

After Jin tried explaining Namjoon’s complex reasoning to the best of his abilities, gaining a nod from the leader, Bang PD-nim looked deep in thought, and none of them dared to interrupt.

“Am I right in assuming you are not only here for the logistics decisions for the concert, but also to ask for permission to follow Hobi’s thread?”

Looks were exchanged among the seven of them, Hobi feeling a strange sense of hope and trepidation filling him for the first time in months.

“Yes, sir” he answered. No other words would leave his mouth now, his eyes fixated on the older man and holding his breath for the words that would free him or condemn him to endless pain.

“We have the concert tomorrow, we can’t very well drop everything and go looking for someone through Seoul,” at these words, Hobi’s shoulders stooped forward and his hands started itching in between Namjoon’s to reach for his chest. “That being said, I don’t see why we couldn’t use the days after the concert to conduct a bit of a search and, with the help of Tae we could find them in a day or two. Yeah, I don’t see why not.”

What happened next surprised every occupant of the room, including Hobi himself. He jumped from the chair, shouting “REALY?” Over and over again. His body was now pray of an energy he hadn’t felt in ages. Cursing through his veins like electricity was a feeling so exhilarating he couldn’t put words to it. Euphoria. Was it? Ecstasy, perhaps? He wouldn’t be able to put a name to it even if he tried, but he just knew he was feeling better than ever.

That was until something inside him told him his soulmate was in pain. He would be unable to tell what was it exactly that told him so, but there was definitely a nagging at the back of his head telling him something was not alright.

“They’re in pain,” was the only thing he managed to say before his eyes filled with tears and he became a whimpering mess in the chair he had been sitting before, in pain again.

“I think it would be better if you took him to the dorms for the night,” suggested the CEO, giving the poor man a warm look. “We will discus our plan of action in more detail tomorrow after the concert, boys. You just rest tonight, tomorrow is a very important day.”

Helping Hobi up, Jimin and Jungguk took him out of the office and towards the elevators. The rest of Bangtan followed slowly behind and the managers could hear them whispering among themselves.

“I swear, these mood swings are gonna end up giving me early grey hairs at this rate, I just want him to be alright,” Jin was saying while they moved slowly.

“As if you would know if you had grey hairs at the rate these people bleach our hair.” Scoffed Yoongi two seconds after.

💞Tight Hearts (Idol!Hoseok x Reader)

Part 1

Plot: The red string of fate was visible when our grandparents were children. They would play around, following the strings from one person to their soulmate and laugh happily when these two people inevitably found each other. It was a reason for happiness. But little by little, people stopped seeing the threads. In bad times, it was dangerous, it was a liability, so people stopped seeing them to protect each other from harm. When I was born, nobody saw them anymore, they just felt their soulmate. Anxiety, happiness, sorrow, love, the hearts of the soulmates are one, feel the same things, but it is almost impossible to find your soulmate, now that the threads cannot be seen.

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space-blue · 3 years

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Time’s Arrow

I wrote this in memory of a man I was smitten with for a long long time... It is the only story where I wrote a passage that felt written through me, made perfect by some greater force. A flow as good and deep as during your best tetris jams...

'Damn Ellen, Paris is off the maps forever isn't it?'

'Looks like it. No more visits to the Louvre for our holidays.'

'Well, instead of visiting the museums, we'll get to visit the Glass Sea of Paris.'

'When radiations cool, in half a million years?'

'You know this is the work of Russia's Harbingers. It's gonna be fine for tourism in fifty years tops.'

'How can you tell it's the Russians behind that? The news don't know yet.'

'It's a safe bet. Of all our enemies, no one else has the missiles required to fuse stuff the way that news drone is showing. At least not enough for a crater the size of Paris.'

'Fair point, Bobby.'

My husband is smart even when he's drunk, or rather, he becomes sloppy a while after I'm too drunk to notice. The news on TV have been drinking material for weeks now, but we try to contain both our drinking and TV time. Our little wine shelf is almost empty, and we need to keep the best for our last evening.

'I still can't believe it's all happening.'

'Yeah, feels like we'll realise we were watching the Sci-fi channel all along, doesn't it?'

Except there are no more fancy channels now. I let myself slump against Bobby. The world swirls, like we're on a raft. Adrift and going down the drain. I feel his fingers plunge in my hair, his voice rumble out of his chest as he comments on the never ending horror show of the news. I need to sleep. We have so much work to do, and so little time to finish now.

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In my dreams I'm twenty and Bobby thirty-five again, just old enough to feel scandalous, but smart enough to obsess me. We meet once more in the hall of my building at NASA. Our programs, about to join and merge like our lives and our love later would, is still about space exploration, and not yet about human survival. But time has gone by, as time is wont to do. The past only lives in my dreams.

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One day I had offered to exit stasis first, and spend a few years setting up our new abode, developing relationships with our new neighbours–if there were any–just to even out our age gap. He'd laughed at that, refused to be robbed of the privileges of a young wife.

"Besides," he'd said, "if the dinosaurs are back, I'd want to be there to defend you, tame them and learn to ride them..."

"If our stasis tanks last long enough for dinos to re-evolve, we could give ourselves a Nobel Prize of all sciences compounded."

Truth is, we don't know how they'll fare, or if they'll even take us through the war, as brief as it'll probably be. We've tested them before, short sleeps increasing to two full years in 2036-38. Our tanks have few changes from the original deep-pods we built for NASA. But a single glitch could mean death. I plunge my hand in the depth of a panel, feeling my way up the thick cooling lines and slowly tugging coils of them out in the open. Ten years working on these machines and I still can't shake the feeling of disembowelling them when the cables flop in my lap. A huntress in a lab-coat, oil a dark-blue blood under my nails. I run my fingers along the length of the cables, inspecting every joint, looking for wear and pieces to replace. How many years before one of them ruptures, a tremor from our dying world snaps them out of place? The deep-stasis pods Bobby and I worked on at NASA were meant to last almost indefinitely, easily up to a century without physical check-up, but within ships which propel themselves smoothly, and won't risk getting bombed or running out of power.

'Bobby, which wires did you say you wanted me to look at? This is all fine.'

'Bundle B1A, Ellen. And maybe T4A too, if you have time.'

'I always have time for this. If you're worried, then so am I.'

'I'm sure it'll be fine. The installation is ready, the power systems have been running smoothly for years. The sleep should go as planned.' He cleans his hands in a rag. 'All the auxiliary systems are good, I'm done with my check list, and just in time.'

I make a face at my handsome, grubby looking husband.

'I wish we could go back in time, instead of freezing it.'

'We're not freezing time, only removing ourselves from it.'

'Nothing in physics keeps time from flowing back, I wish I had studied more... Invented something to turn the arrow of time.'

I picture the glass sea of Paris contracting, liquefying itself in a mass of living people, monuments and pastry shops, the missile collecting its fragments and taking flight, propelled only by the inexorability of time. I imagine arguments being swallowed back, wine spit in glasses and gurgling up bottles. I imagine my ring sliding off my finger, Bobby's lips hot on mine for the first time again, and then unknown to me. Time doesn't seem to ever be kind.

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Many cities have joined Paris into oblivion before the TV went quiet, and we drink in their name, and the name of all the people snuffed out by the war. The wine is red, french, our best and last bottle. Bobby looks at me anxiously before opening it. He fears it might have turned to vinegar. But it hasn't, and we make the best of it, drinking and fucking like teenagers all night long.

When morning comes we leave our bedroom for the cellar, bleary eyed, down our bunker, to our new beds.

'Ellen, Ellen, I'm scared.' His hands are around my face, cupping it behind my ears, turning me in some sort of parabolic dish directed towards him, tuned to receive the warm radiations of his love. 'I'm so scared of losing you.'

I cover his hands with mine and tell him how since I love him more, I'm the most scared, and drink in the sight of his face crinkling in a lavish smile.

'I'll see you in a hundred years handsome, but it'll feel like ten minutes, like last time. And we'll be together again.'

I hate to see him like that in his tank. It feels like bending over a metal coffin. I kiss him deeply, listen to his speech slur as the drugs take over, his eyes, until last, never leaving mine.

My own tank is cold and clammy, and the slow chime of the console as the computer helps me launch the last protocols sounds like a soft electronic bedtime tune. I listen to my breath, to my slowing heart, and the world goes dark.

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Waking is horrible, no matter how long you've slept. I've been puking for a while, panting, coughing, and my head won't stop spinning. I'm halfway out of my tank, shivering in the cold air. There are voices speaking all around me, and a thick cover wraps my shoulders.

'Bobby?'

'Nej, sisa.'

'Huh?'

I look up into the face of a complete stranger. A woman, making cooing sounds at me. Around us are bright lights and more people wearing face masks.

'What the...'

Behind her shoulder, Bobby's tank is open. My mind trips to make sense of how open it is. Panels unscrewed, bowels dark and grey and missing. It's so wrong.

They're taking me away, I'm too weak to fight it. They're not slowing down, no matter how loud I cry.

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A man settles in front of me, and props a little apparatus on his knees. It's a flat, metallic object, the size of a hand, without screens or special features. He taps it, speaks over it in his alien tongue, and the machine translates his words to English.

'My name is Martek, I am Fransken. How do you feel? Do you need medical attention? What is your name?'

I gape. Questions fight to come out first.

'I'm fine, my name is Ellen Vorden, I–'

The man smiles at me, and repeats my name.

'What year is this?'

'We're in 1750.'

'What?'

For a moment I think of the year 1750, however impossible Time Travel might be. But the man's smart black clothes, long braided hair and advanced technology don't look very industrial revolution.

'Ah, sorry' Martek flushes, 'in old English it is the year 2350.'

It takes me a long time to process that, to imagine how a hundred years sleep more than doubled itself. The best explanation...

'Where is Bobby?'

No. No, why is he frowning?

'The man in the other machine?'

'Yes.'

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He left me a message, of the sort that could withstand time, carved and gouged into the stone floor. Like an old pyramid treasure room, they unearthed our little bunker and found us, relics of the past. Me in my metal sarcophagi, Bobby a skeleton propped at my side. From what I gathered, critical system failures made the computer launch his awakening eighty-eight years in our sleep. With irreplaceable broken parts in his stasis monitor, there was no going back to sleep for him. Outside data must have been terrible, because he chose to dismantle his tank to tinker and enhance mine. At the bottom of his message are some universal scribbles, present over all the greatest buildings of mankind and whatever school desks might have survived the ages: a B+E in the middle of a heart, and under it 2030– and the looped symbol of eternity. Time folded back on itself.

Ah, Bobby, you tacky bastard, you old romantic. How do I live after you?

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Ellen love, I hope you make it and we won't go down in history as another stupid, star-crossed couple of scientists. I had no choice. I watch you sleep. It's so hard to keep from waking you up. I think of Time like you did sometimes, wishing for it to roll back. But it doesn't. You'll have to let it flow too, when you wake up. I hope the world will be a better place then. Until the universe cools and time ceases to matter, when past is present and we can be together again, you touring me around your labs, proud like a little peacock, so adorable, so brilliant – I'll be yours, always.

Bobby

~~ November 2016 – Theme : 1750

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brittle-bone-gabe · 4 years

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Two Opposites, But Two Losers: Chapter One - Two Months in

Chapter Two, Chapter Three,

Summary: Eddie Kaspbrak is a first-year medical student trying to start off on the right foot, but being up all night to study and pull through on his assignments increases his need for coffee; this is where he meets his “favorite” new barista, Richie Tozier: an art student with bad habits. (I will specify a possible trigger in the chapter titles if it calls for one).

Pairings: Eddie x Richie, Ben x Beverly, Stan x Patty, Bill x Audra, Bill x Mike

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Transitioning from high school to college wasn’t the easiest thing, fresh outta high school, most students would assume that it would be okay to stack classes upon classes. No, college would never be that easy; especially while stacking classes on top of a job. Studying seemed next to impossible, having to alter your schedule to make sure you can finish the classes for the day while making it to your shift on time… Nothing about being in college was easy. If anybody knew that it would be Eddie Kaspbrak. Eddie’s had been attending Southern Valley University in Maine for six-years now, studying hard, attending every class… Well, that seemed to pay off, as Eddie was now in the university’s medical school program.

Needless to say Eddie didn’t do any partying at all during his past years in college, he couldn’t even imagine going to a party; alcohol, drugs… no, that wasn’t his scene at all. Hell, even in high school he didn’t do any partying. Not only wouldn’t his mother let him go anywhere she didn’t approve of, he was afraid of the germs and all the diseases his mother warned him about. So, no. Eddie didn’t have any desire to go to any parties and fuck up his life. Besides, with the extra classes he picked up in high school that counted towards college credits, giving him a slight head start in getting his associate degree, there was no time.

Being considered for the med school program in his first year of college was the best news Eddie had ever received in his life. Granted, he didn’t have many people to tell, as he was considered a loser in high school so he didn’t have many friends, but he did tell his mother. Sonia was… not thrilled about that. Ever since her son told her that he wanted to be a doctor she flipped out; trying to manipulate him into changing his mind, but once Eddie had his sights set on something it wasn’t going to be easy to change his mind. Sonia would get on his case, asking if he decided to change his major, even going as far as trying to call the university before he even started attending to force them to change it, but thankfully the school wouldn’t allow that, since Eddie had to be the one to make that choice.

Eddie tried extremely hard to stay home while he started college, but, of course, his mother made it a living hell. She had still treated him like he was in middle school even; setting a bedtime, checking his laptop and phone for anything to get him in trouble, insisted on driving him to school even though Eddie had his own car, hell, if they go out shopping Sonia insists that Eddie keep a hand on the cart so he wouldn’t get lost. It was Eddie’s last straw when Sonia went through his laptop, basically grounding him because he was listening to podcasts that she didn’t approve of. He had snatched the laptop away from her, stomped up to his room, packed his belongings and left without saying a word to his mother, who, the whole time, was trying to manipulate him into staying home. I’m sick, Eddie-Bear, you wouldn’t leave me while I’m sick, would you? When that didn’t work… How would you feel if I end up in the hospital on life support because I didn’t have anyone here to take care of me! How would you feel, Edward? You’re going to kill your mother! The psychological manipulation was hard for Eddie to overcome, but he had to remind himself she did this all the time and she seemed to be fine.

For an entire month Eddie more or less lived in his car and the universities gym showers. It wasn’t easy, but he didn’t have enough money from his job to get a place of his own, he didn’t really have many friends he knew well enough to couch hop or move in with. Eddie was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Either live in his car, or with a woman who psychology abused him. The car was the best option. Unfortunately the dorms couldn’t take anybody in in the middle of the year, the deadline had been weeks before the semester started… oh well, Eddie would live.

Thankfully, one day while browsing a classified advertisement website, as Eddie had begun to do religiously, someone named Bill had posted about how he and his current roommate needed a third roommate since their old one bailed on them. Eddie didn’t really know Bill or his current roommate Mike, but the rent was reasonable, they rented a house near campus, he would have his own room.

After five years of living with Bill Benbrough and Mike Hanlon, it was safe to say they were great friends.

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Being in his first year of med school, all nighters weren’t uncommon, in fact, it seemed to be a natural occurrence for Eddie. Yeah, as someone whose job it was going to be to tell people that getting a full night's sleep would be important to their health, it didn’t count for college students. As far as he was concerned, coffee and all nighters were going to be a natural part of life for most people in their twenties.

Eddie was hunched over the desk in his room, his head resting on the opened textbook in front of him, snoring lightly, still holding onto the mechanical pencil that he had been using to take notes. Scattered across his desk were large, empty paper coffee cups from the small coffee shop on campus called Harvest Flavor. That place was a god send. Their coffee was better than that overpriced coffee company, pretty cheap too. All of those cups of coffee had helped Eddie stay up until four in the morning, but like clockwork, he crashed as soon as the clock struck four.

He snorted himself awake, his eyes wide staring at the pencil that was still in his hand. Did I fall asleep? When did I do that? He sat up, his back cracking in the process, keeping his eyes closed for a moment since the light in his room was still on and burning his eyes. He dropped the pencil onto his textbook, using the palm of his hands to rub his sore, tired eyes. Eddie looked at his Apple Watch, it was a little after six in the morning. Great. Only two hours of sleep, and his anatomy class didn’t start until eight-thirty, so obviously he had some time to kill.

When would Eddie break this habit of staying up all night? Maybe when he felt like he was doing adequate in his classes, mainly cell biology. Eddie couldn’t help but feel like he was falling behind in his classes, but none more than cell biology… Basically, if Hell were a class it would be that one. Just this past week alone he’s been staying up just to study extra hard for that one class, but no matter how much studying he did it didn’t feel like it was enough. If this is how his first two months of med school were currently going he couldn’t possibly imagine how hard the rest of the program was going to be.

No… no, he could do this. He needed to do this. Not only because this was his dream career, but because he really wanted to piss off his mother. He couldn’t wait for the day he graduated medical school just to show her his MD. That was the pettiness that was chugging Eddie along.

Grumbling, Eddie thought that maybe it would be a good idea to study a bit of his anatomy class before going in today. However, there would be no way he would be able to keep himself awake like this. No, he needed some coffee to push him through the rest of the morning. Eddie checked his phone, hoping that Harvest would be open this early. They opened at five-thirty in the morning, thank God. That was lowkey the only coffee place Eddie liked.

Knowing that Bill and Mike were still sleeping and also needed to get up soon, Eddie quietly moved around the house to get ready to head out. He grabbed the clothes he had set out the night before before he started studying and went to take a quick shower. He was great at tip toeing around… until he accidentally knocked over every possible bottle in the shower. Eddie had stayed still, his soapy hands still tangled in his hair, staring down wide eyes at the bottles that laid on the tub floor. It had sounded like a bomb had gone off, and Eddie held his breath, hoping that that didn’t wake anybody up. He let out a sigh, rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, finishing up his shower.

Eddie dressed in an oversized blue knit sweater, black jeans cuffed up over his ankles, with his black Converses. It was a simple outfit, but Eddie was still tired despite taking a shower, which normally woke him up, but it didn’t seem to do the trick today. Yup, he needed coffee and he needed it now.

Before leaving the house, he grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys, even though he wasn’t planning on driving to Harvest. Nah, it was spring, the weather was starting to warm up, and since Harvest was literally right on campus near the house. No need to waste gas going there. He had thought about bringing his backpack and textbooks with him to Harvest, but he decided he wasn’t going to stay long; just get his coffee and leave.

Eddie started walking down the sidewalk, his hands shoved into his jean pockets. Along the way there were a couple of balls of snow left behind from the previous snow fall from a week ago that had refused to melt into the ground. Of course, Eddie couldn’t help but kick the snow, sending snow and small bits of ice across the ground. The sun was just barely peeking up over the trees, which were in the progress of growing leafs back. Spring certainly was Eddie’s favorite season; it gave him a sense of new beginnings, something he certainly felt when he started college and escaped from his hypochondriac of a mother.

Approaching the familiar, old building of Harvest, Eddie couldn’t help but notice a tall guy with shaggy, curly brown hair, and glasses. He was leaning up the side of the building, holding a cigarette to his lips, taking a puff before dropping his arm to his side, blowing out the smoke. Eddie couldn’t help but roll his eyes, he thought that smoking was the most disgusting thing a person could do to their bodies. He tried ignoring him as he was walking past him, but Eddie could literally feel the man’s eyes on him, as if he was watching him go inside. Eddie had his hand on the door handle about to go in, but since the guy was looking at him…

“Y’know…” Eddie started, meeting the guys gaze, who had the cigarette up to his lips again, “that shit’s back for you, right?”

The guy had a slight confused look on his face for a split second before giving Eddie a shit-eating grin. He flicked his cigarette into the street before straightening his posture, folding his arms over his chest.

“Good, maybe I’ll die faster,” the man said, still not letting that grin go.

Honestly? Eddie wasn’t expecting that response, he was expecting for the guy to flip him off or just tell him to fuck off. Eddie blinked a few times before going inside the coffee shop. He knew that a lot of the humor around college was the oh, I hope I die, jokes, that didn’t mean he understood it, or could tell when someone was actually joking. This guy, however, it was clear he was joking. What an asshole.

Once inside, Eddie noticed that nobody was there; no customers sitting at the many seats, nobody behind the counter, just Eddie and the quiet music playing over the radio. It was actually peaceful. While waiting, Eddie took out his phone from his back pocket, debating on whether or not if he should text his roommates Bill and Mike to see if they wanted any coffee while he was here, knowing they loved the place as much as he did, especially since Eddie and Mike came here almost every late afternoon to grab a coffee. Eh, he decided against texting them, assuming that they were still sleeping and probably didn’t want to be bothered.

When Eddie looked up he saw the same guy from outside now leaning behind the counter. He was now wearing a stupid dark brown apron with a namebadge on his left said that read Richie T.. Great… he worked here. It was as though Richie didn’t drop that stupid grin from the moment he flashed it outside to this moment and for some reason it really pissed Eddie off.

“Nice to see you again after all these years,” Richie said playfully, standing up straight when Eddie came up to the counter while pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“You washed your hands, right?” Eddie couldn’t help but ask, it was like the hypochondriac he had worked so hard to destroy broke through for just a moment.

Richie scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What are you, my boss?” There was a small silence between Richie and Eddie, he snorted and rolled his eyes. “Yes, I washed my hands.” He held up his hands, turning them over as if that was going to prove his hands were squeaky clean. Richie’s stupid grin was replaced with a smile, still looking at Eddie. “What can I get the cutest morning bird I’ve seen all week?”

Eddie wasn’t expecting that, like, at all. Was he flirting? Or was he being nice? ...Or was he making fun of him? Oh, to be able to reach over the counter and punch this tall bastard in the arm. Instead, Eddie just glared at him, as if he was saying that he wasn’t going to fall for Richie’s joke.

“If I’m the cutest morning bird you’ve seen all week then you must not get out much,” Eddie shook his head slightly, tsking, “that’s so sad.”

Well, now it was Richie’s turn to be stunned. Normally people didn’t fire back at him whenever he made his stupid jokes or comments, other people would just roll their eyes and tell him to shut up. Richie would be a liar if he said he didn’t like the fact that this small guy in front of him could throw back the shade just as quickly as Richie threw them. Thinking about it, Richie almost had an issue thinking of a comeback.

“Short, small, and grumpy? Where have you been all my life?” Richie asked, pressing his face on his hands as his elbows were leaning on the counter. He waited a couple of seconds before he laughed when it was quite obvious that he couldn’t come back with anything. ‘Whatdoya want to order?” He finally asked, standing back up.

“Can I get a Latte Macchiato triple espresso.”

Richie quickly punched the order in on the computerized register in front of him, the screen reflecting in his glasses.

“Name?” Richie asked even before Eddie managed to pull out his wallet.

Eddie looked up at him, blinking as he was still tired and for some reason had an issue processing what Richie asked him.

“What?”

“Name…? For… for the order.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Hmm… I think that’s too long of a name to fit on the cup, but I can tr-”

“My name’s Eddie,” he quickly interrupted him before Richie could finish his stupid joke, handing him his card so he could swipe it on the register. He put the card back in his wallet when Richie handed it back to him, he slipped a dollar into the tip jar that was sitting on the counter.

“Cute morning bird made me rich!” Richie said loudly as he began writing Eddie’s name on the large sized cup, a smirk on his face as he turned his back to Eddie to begin making the espresso.

“Shut up, Richie!” A woman could be heard from the backroom of the kitchen. She walked past the hole in the wall that connected the front line to the kitchen, opening the door and made her way over to the register. Richie laughed as the red, short haired woman punched in on the registers time clock. Sorry, she mouthed to Eddie, rolling her eyes as she turned back around to go back in the kitchen. Before she left, she made sure to pinch Richie’s side.

Richie turned around, the espresso in one hand, while checking the Apple watch on his other wrist. “You know this shit’s bad for you, right?” He asked playfully, handing the paper cup over to Eddie, who had a slight pout as he took it from him. “Why do you need such a huge coffee in the morning? Early shift?”

As much as Eddie wanted to come back with something, he held his tongue, as it sounded like Richie was actually trying to make a real conversation with him.

“Nope,” he answered simply, deciding quickly that he would stay here to drink his espresso rather than go back home. He took a seat as far away from Richie as possible, but Richie was still pressing on.

“What? You got class or something?” He didn’t wait for Eddie to answer, almost as if his mouth was on a motor. “Yeah, I have a class after my shift, totally not looking forward to it. Didn’t study for my test at all.”

Richie was talking so fast that Eddie could barely process what he had just said.

“Uh… no,” Eddie finally answered, turning in his seat to look at Richie, who was leaning against the counter again, “yeah. Class later. All nighter.” He took a sip of his drink as Richie opened his mouth again.

“Not worth it, my dude, trust me.”

“You are such a liar,” the woman standing in the kitchen at the hole in the wall. Richie’s eyes went wide, surprised to hear Beverly talk shit about him while they had a customer in here, normally she saved it for when nobody was inside, “you spend your nights at parties. Not worth it. Shut up.”

Richie closed the window between the kitchen and the front end.

“Aaannywaaays…”

“All nighters are basically part of my degree.”

Richie had opened his mouth to ask Eddie what exactly what degree was so important that he had to have all nighters all the damn time. Before he could ask, a group of college kids walked in. Lowkey, Eddie was happy that Richie was distracted, nobody should be that energetic this early in the morning.

Now that there were other people in Harvest, Richie wasn’t as talkative as he originally was, now only talking to the woman who was in the back through the hole in the wall. Which was fine with Eddie, he was desperately trying to wake up, the espresso was certainly helping. He felt more awake and alert, enough to go back home to study for his class in a couple of hours. More than anything, Eddie was happy that Richie’s attention was off of him, he didn’t particularly like any attention on him, it made him feel awkward and like he needed to keep everyone entertained.

Eddie swirled the paper cup in his hand, making sure that there wasn’t any espresso left before standing up. He made sure his table was cleared before throwing the cup away in the trash can by the front door. Once again, he could feel Richie’s eyes on him, and he was expecting him to say something to him before he left. Honestly, he wished he wouldn’t, the group of people were sitting on the other side of the coffee shop, but the place was small enough where they could hear whatever words were to come out of Richie’s mouth.

He quickly tried to get out the door before Richie said anything, but he unfortunately wasn’t quick enough…

“Bye, Morning Bird!” Richie said loudly, waving with a huge annoying smile on his face.

Eddie didn’t even turn around to look at him, he hunched his shoulders together as he was quite embarrassed since he knew the group was now looking at him.

“Bye…” he mumbled before heading out the door, his face red as he did, almost tripping on the way out.

“What’s your problem, Trashmouth?” Bev asked her best friend, leaning out the hole in the wall.

“Hm?” He asked, turning around to look at her, adjusting his glasses. “What?”

“Why were you picking on him?”

Normally Richie was pretty chill with the customers. Especially if they were regulars, then he would basically treat them as if they were guests in his own home. Surprisingly, Richie had a great customer service attitude, so that’s why Bev was slightly shocked over how he was treating Eddie.

“I always act like that towards customers,” Richie reminded her, sitting on the counter, facing her as he swung his legs back and forth so his heels lightly bumped into the counter.

“Nah, nah, nah… That was… different.”

Richie couldn’t help but roll his eyes.“To be fair, my sweet Bev, he started it.”

“How the fuck did he start it?”

“Alright, check it. I was minding my own business, right? Smoking outside on break.”

“We don’t get breaks.”

“Shush. As I was saying, I was smoking, right? He comes up to me and is like… you know that shit’s bad for you, right?” Richie did his best Eddie impression, but it didn’t land, only causing Bev her turn to roll her eyes.

She snorted. “I mean… he’s right.”

“You smoke more than I do!”

She flipped him off before going back to get the treats out of the oven before they burned.

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By the time Eddie got home it was almost six-forty-five, the entire walk home he was pondering about everything that just happened at Harvest. He’s been going there all the time and never, not once, has he ever seen Richie or the woman with red hair working there before. Well… to be fair, he supposed, he never went so early in the morning, only in the late afternoons. Richie… What a fucking asshole. He talked too much. Too goddamn much.

Walking inside the house, Eddie had expected the living room lights to still be off, as he wasn’t holding his breath for anyone to be awake yet. Surprise, surprise, when Eddie entered, he saw Bill sitting on the couch with his laptop in his lap, looking focused on whatever it was on his screen. Strange… Bill was never up this early. If Eddie knew that he was awake he would’ve brought him home a coffee.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asked, dropping his keys on the long table in front of the front door, slipping off his shoes, “isn’t your class at ten?”

“I fo-forgot to do my homework last night,” Bill answered, not taking his eyes off of his laptop screen, “w-why are you awake?”

Bill’s stutter was getting a lot better than it used to be when Eddie first met him almost five-years ago. Normally it got worse whenever he was anxious, sometimes the stutter slipped naturally. Apparently it was awful when he was a kid and made talking somewhat impossible to the point where Bill didn’t even want to open his mouth. Occasionally he went to a speech therapist, but Bill’s convinced it didn’t do too much.

“I was up all night, I needed coffee.”

“Did you go to Harvest without me? Fuck you.” Bill looked over at Eddie and flipped him off, Eddie returned it as he moved into the living room, plopping into the recliner chair that was deemed his chair.

“The guy working was a dick though. Very loud,” Eddie started, rocking the chair with his feet, leaning back, his eyes suddenly feeling heavy.

“You think everyone is a dick though…”

Eddie didn’t say anything in response, he just hummed as he leaned the chair all the way back. He was just going to shut his eyes for just a minute. Well, it turned out there was no studying getting done before class this morning.

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15 95 71 crisana at the hospital maybe. Or cris visiting joana house

15. ‘‘Can I stay here tonight?’‘

71. ‘‘What is she doing here?’‘

95. ‘‘My shirt look better on you.’‘

Title: Back to you

Ship: Skam Espana | Cris Soto and Joana Bianchi (Crisana)

It was almost 9pm when the doorbell went off, making Joana sigh. She wasn't expecting any visit on Wednesday night...nor at any moment. It wasn't like she had any friends. The only person she knew at school were Cris and Eloy - who were both pissed at her at the moment.

Did her mom forget her keys again?

Sighing, Joana quit the comfort of her bed and paddled slowly to the door, purple hair tied in a messy ponytail and baggy tee covering half her thigh, black shorts peeking underneath. She unlocked the door and twisted it open, not expecting to see Cris standing there.

''Cris?''

The blonde smiled shyly under the hood of her hoodie. ''Hi.''

''Hi... What are you doing here?''

''I know I should've called first but...can I come in?''

Joana looked over her shoulder, glancing at the clock on the wall, calculating how long left before her mother would return. Before leaving the house, the woman had been strict about having no guests over but, Joana really wanted to see Cris and was ready to deal with the consequences of disobeying her mother's rules.

Entering Joana's bedroom, Cris immediately spotted the large desk in the back, furrowing her eyebrows when seeing no laptop or phone in sight. Only textbooks, pencils and scattered drawings. Joana was right, her mother had taken away all form of contact with the outside from her. She walked over, noticing a couple drawings of herself, smiling when seeing a girl with purple hair next to her on the paper. She reached to pick it up but Joana's voice stopped her.

''Wanna sit?''

The blonde turned around and joined Joana on the bed, keeping enough distance between them. Sitting there, Cris felt like they were back to being complete strangers, as if they have never kissed or shared a bed for a whole weekend. The change of mood from the last time they sat on a bed was drastic. One week they were all over each other, kissing and invading each other's personal space and the next, they were avoiding any contact at all cost, as if one of them was extremely contagious.

The thought of their downfall formed a lump in Cris's stomach. She felt so much for Joana, it made her heart ache her to think they had come to this. Cris wanted nothing more than to feel Joana against her, kiss her lips and trace over the dark outlines of her weird tattoos.

''Do you want to watch a movie? I believe we still have popcorn in the pantry,'' Joana suggested.

''I came here to talk, Joana, not to watch a movie.''

The purple haired girl looked down, apprehending what was to come. After dropping a two bombs on Cris - the 'I love you' and the borderline personality disorder -, Joana knew she and Cris would have to talk someday, but she wasn't expecting it to be so soon. ''Okay...''

''I wanted to apologize for not saying anything on Saturday after you told me about having BPD. I should've said something, anything but...I was too shocked and confused to speak.''

''I shouldn't have told you that. I wanted to reassure you but all I did was scare you away.''

Cris shook her head. ''No. I'm glad you told me, I'm touched that you trust me with this kind of personal information. I'm not going to lie, the last week was tough emotionally and mentally. The girl who just confessed her feelings to me had ran away and wasn't answering my calls or messages. I thought you were done with me because I didn't say it back. I was hoping to talk to you last Monday but Pedro told me you were going to be absent for a couple days. This radio silence was killing me. I was worried and then angry and sad too. I even messaged Eloy-''

Joana bit her lip anxiously, scared of what Eloy had told her. He didn't know about her BPD but he couldn't have told good things to Cris. He was so pissed when Joana ended their relationship. ''You talked to Eloy?''

''Yeah. I mean, I was desperate to hear from you.''

''I'm sorry, Cris. Like I said, my mom had confiscated my phone and-''

''I [know], I know now.'' She paused, glancing at Joana, silently telling her it was okay. ''I...I thought you were playing me. I thought you didn't want anything to do with me.''

Tears welled up in Cris's blue eyes, making Joana feel guilty for - again - causing pain to the girl she liked- loved.

''Cris, I wanted to reach out to you, so bad. I just didn't have any ways to. I had to steal my phone back from where my mom had hidden it to read your texts. When I saw all the messages and missed calls, I felt like a text would be shitty so I had to sneak out to see you and explain everything before I lose the girl I love.''

''You can't say that,'' Cris said, shaking her head, refusing to hear her words.

Joana furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. ''Say what?''

''That you love me! Joana, we've been dating for one week. I barely know you, you barely know me. I don't understand how you can feel this way so soon.''

''Me either, but I do. I love you, Cris. I love you so much and I'm sorry if I scared you with my premature feelings or made you feel pressured to say it back, it really wasn't my intention. I didn't say it to hear it back, I said it because I felt it and wanted you to know.''

Cris's heart felt full. She had never felt so much love from someone before. When she got into a relationship with Joana, she didn't think it would bloom into something so strong so fast. Dating a girl was a foreign territory for her and Cris was a bit uncertain at first, a multitude of question marks flashing in bright red in her head. What if this is a mistake? What if Joana is planning to toy with her heart? What if I'm not really into girls?

Ignoring her doubts, Cris jumped head first and, although she went through a lot of pain because of her, she didn't regret anything that happened with Joana. Not a kiss, not a touch, not a moment, nothing.

Cris's silence was making Joana nervous, fearing this was going to be it. She toyed with her hands, nails digging into her palms, a bad habit caused by her anxiety. ''I understand if you don't want to be with me anymore. I deserve it...''

''Joana,'' Cris said, catching the other girl's attention. Joana looked up, dark irises meeting Cris's big, beautiful ones. Not knowing how to say what she wanted to say, Cris crawled closer on the bed until she could feel Joana's jerky breath on her face and kissed her.

Instinctively, Joana cupped Cris's face with her palm, caressing her cheek gently as their lips moved against each other. It wasn't a hurried or horny kiss, it was soft and loving, slow and relieving.

With one last kiss, Joana pulled the blonde against her, hugging her tightly. She had missed Cris so much while being confined at home. She had missed her soft giggles, her froggy eyes and her signature vanilla scent.

''Joana? I'm home.'' The front door echoed shut. ''Why is there white sneakers in the entry?''

The two girls pulled away at the woman's voice, straightening up, waiting for Joana's mom to come in and realize her daughter had someone over when she was not allowed to.

''Joana- What is she doing here? I thought I had been clear about having no guests over, Joana...''

''I...Mom, this is Cris. She is a friend from school, we're Literature partners. I called her with the landline to ask for her help with a Literature homework. She was in the neighborhood so she came over.''

Cris smiled politely and Joana's mother pulled her eyebrows. ''Couldn't it have waited till tomorrow?'' she asked. ''Do you know what time it is?''

''I'm sorry, Mrs. Bianchi,'' Cris apologized, faking a guilty look. ''I just wanted to help Joana. It mustn't be easy to change school in the middle of the school-year.''

Joana's mother thanked Cris for her help and reminded Joana that her bedtime was in half an hour to which the purple haired girl rolled her eyes.

''She's so annoying,'' Joana sighed, falling back on her pillows the second her mother had left and closed the door. ''She's been breathing down my neck since I was diagnosed.''

Cris joined Joana against the pillows, settling comfortable next to her. ''Parents are annoying.''

It didn't take long for their lips to find their way back together, slowly kissing as they laid on their sides. Joana's fingers played with Cris's silky blond hair while Cris's slid under her shirt, pulling Joana closer and closer.

''Can I stay here tonight?''

Joana nodded against her lips, mumbling a soft 'yes', not bothering asking her mother. She was already confined inside with no phone or laptop, what else could she take from her?

Cris sat up and removed her hoodie to be more comfortable, revealing a black tee shirt with a pink line in the middle. Joana raised her eyebrows, recognizing the piece of clothing. ''My shirt looks better on you,'' she remarked, making her girlfriend blush.

''Sorry... I just- I missed you,'' Cris admitted, a little embarrassed. ''Do you want it back?''

Shaking her head, Joana told her to keep it. She has plenty other shirts.

#crisana #croana #cris soto #joana bianchi #cris x joana #crisana fic #skam españa

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Neck Kisses

It is day three of my challenge with Alli @hufflepuffhermione and i got the prompt : following the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck.

This accidentally turned into a short one-shot, and will likely be continued at some point.

November 1941

Mary resolutely continued her mission to ignore her husband. She had made it through dinner, and only had to make it through the tedium of the drawing room before she could retire. Although, she mused, when it was time for bed she would have to decide whether or not to banish Matthew to the dressing room.

As Matthew tried to catch her eyes across the table, Mary turned her head to their middle child, Mabel. She asked her about her day, and while she listened to Mabel’s response her eyes wandered back to Matthew. His jaw was clenched, and he cut at the food on his plate with more vigor than was decidedly necessary. Good, she thought. That’s what he deserves after his behavior.

Soon enough dinner came to an end, and the family moved into the drawing room. Matthew sighed in relief as he was finally alone. He drank his port quickly- he never stayed long now that Robert had passed and he was Lord Grantham. The news of a second world war had finished him, and he succumbed to a heart attack just three months after the war began. The last bit slid down his throat. He put the glass down less-than-delicately, and walked to where his family was waiting. Now he could finally talk to his wife. But as he wandered over she flitted away, preferring to talk to their children that had remained home during wartime- Mabel, Cecilia, and Billy.

He knew she was worried about how the war was affecting the members of the family that had remained at home. It was her way of compensating for not being able to check in on her eldest son and eldest daughter. She had once confided in him that she didn’t think she could be a good mother- that her cold upbringing wouldn’t allow her to connect with their children until they were older and out of the nursery (after all, that’s what had happened to her). Matthew watched her casually moved her hand over Billy’s back absentmindedly whilst listening to Mabel and Cecilia bicker. He never had any doubts.

He didn’t know what was bothering her, but decided to let it be until they returned to their room. Instead he spoke to his youngest until it was the boy’s bedtime. Matthew decided that, as the girls were still chatting incessantly, he would head to bed. Maybe it would hasten her return to their sanctuary.

As he bid his daughter’s goodnight, Mary looked at the floor. He thought she looked particularly emotional in that moment, but brushed it off. It was childish of him, but she had been ignoring him. If she wanted to speak to him, then she would. Matthew apparently had done something wrong, and he nearly stomped up the stairs like a child in frustration. She was acting like how they did in 1914 so many years ago. He thought they had gotten past this.

An hour later he had changed and read in bed until he heard the door. He sat silently as Anna helped Mary ready herself for bed. Anna could sense the tension between the couple even without words (maybe the lack of words was the biggest clue). Mary sat at her vanity, rubbing lotion into her hands, and looked at him through the mirror before dropping her eyes and saying, “I think it would be best if you slept in the dressing room tonight.”

Matthew was silent for a few seconds. “Excuse me?” he said in disbelief. He was only home from the war office for three days. He hadn’t been back to him home in almost a month- and she was banishing him from their room? “For what reason?”

“I wasn’t aware that I needed one. After all, it is my room.” She bit back, but there was too much emotion in her voice for him to remain unconcerned.

“Mary, look at me.” He waited until she did. He walked over to the vanity where she sat, looking particularly small and helpless. “What’s wrong?”

She huffed and got up. She walked to their bed and pulled back the covers with more vigor than was entirely necessary. “You know,” he said from across the room, “I can’t apologize for anything when I don’t know what I’ve done.”

Her eyes were icy as they looked at him. He shrugged. The casual gesture finally pushed Mary over the edge.

“How could you?”

Matthew looked startled by the venom in her voice. “How could I what?”

“You didn’t tell me about the bombings you and Eleanor got caught in.” Her voice lowered. “You didn’t tell me that you helped others get in before you, and that you barely made it into a safe place before the bombs fell. You didn’t tell me that this had happened three times in the last two weeks.” He walked over to the bed and kneeled into front of her.

“I can’t shirk my duty, Mary. I made sure Eleanor would be safe, but there were others I needed to help.”

“Others to help? What about your family?” What about our lives together?

“What about the families of everyone living in London? Darling, we aren’t special.” Mary remained silent, and Matthew kissed her on the cheek. He heard her sigh, and moved his lips to her lips. She kissed him back softly, and he moved his lips down her neck. He was only home for three days, and he could never get enough of her. He began to move her negligee to gain access to her chest when she pulled away. She walked to the door and opened it.

“The dressing room.” His jaw dropped slightly. He saw tears streaming down her cheeks. He walked over to her. Oh, Mary. His hand moved of its own accord to wipe them away, but she turned so he couldn’t reach her face. “Please, Matthew.” She finally looked at him, eyes clear. “I can’t sleep next to a man who doesn’t value his life with me.”

Matthew was indignant. “Mary, nothing matters to me more than the lives we built together!”

“Evidently not!” She threw back, “As you seem perfectly content to help others even if it means leaving your family behind!” She took a shuddering breath. “We need you, Matthew. I need you.”

And despite these words, she gestured for him to walk out the door.

He did.

#mary x matthew #downton abbey #mary crawley #matthew crawley #lady mary crawley #da #otp: andromeda and perseus #a couple minutes late because i had to format this for tumblr #should i continue this??????

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Yugioh S3 Ep22: Mokuba Gets Murdered

So today’s is...a long update, I may half it, but I’m gonna be away from my computer a whole bunch for a few weeks so like...if I half it you’re gonna be waiting on that other half for...kind of a while and by then I may have sort of forgotten what was happening in the first half. So I dunno, maybe I’ll just make this a huge ass...59 cap post.

honestly it’s mostly 59 caps because, surprisingly, no one dueled this episode.

I KNOW.

When I saw that “To be continued” last episode I really thought I’d have to deal with more paper-form BS but Noah finally plopped over at the beginning of this episode so I guess he’s just officially done playing cards now. Everyone has been turned back from being stoneware with absolutely no consequential brain damage. Probably because you could not do any more damage than what has been previously done.

But don’t worry he’ll get some more brain damage in by the end of this episode.

Remember the plot point that Tristan was slowly becoming a real monkey? I think he forgot about that because he’s been a monkey for...a realllllly long time and he kinda like...continues to just be Tristan. Maybe Tristan was nearly a monkey to begin with?

We also get a rare sighting of an actual real deal hug on this show and it was from the last person you’d ever expect.

Surprisingly heartwarming for this show.

If that duel disk goes off, both of them are super dead. Hugging in a duel disk might be the most dangerous sport either of these boys have ever done.

Anyway, because Seto and Mokuba were the first ones to go, they have no idea that any time has passed at all.

He seems pretty OK for Yugi just nonchalantly taking his dragons but this is VR and...the cards aren’t...actually here. So like...Yugi didn’t actually steal anything? No proof, no crime.

To be honest, no one should have any cards in any of their decks right now, but the show kind of forgets that these digital cards need to be drafted each round. It’s fine.

Anyway, in the wake of losing a card game, Noah just remembered that he’s a freakin god of this universe so he decides to just go for plan B, which you would think would be most people’s plan A.

(more under the cut)

Ya Noah could have peaced out at any point in this show, but because he was trying to impress Daddy he just...didn’t?

Not like it mattered because the integral plot device was like “oh yeah guys, I’m in this show, too, completely forgot. Oops, is it too late? It’s already episode 22? Eh, better late than never.”

and don’t be deceived by the cap, it showed like...every millennium item for some reason. You’d think it wouldn't show the rod because Yugi doesn’t have that, but apparently Marik up there on the ship was like “the hell is this going off for?” and then just shrugged it off.

Noah gets...mostly this image of a well waxed Pharaoh while Yugi gets images of Noah’s memories, where he finds out each of Yugi’s friends and Yugi himself were stuffed in little sci fi VR pods. You’d think that they wouldn’t need to access Noah’s memories to realize that. Should’ve been the first thing they realized when they got here. In VR.

Like, think about it, the only other person that got kicked out of here was Pegasus. And to kick out Pegasus it took all of Yugi’s friends except Bakura. Apparently this time all Yugi needs is for Pharaoh to focus (and Bakura to be just...youknow...present, I guess. Assuming the writers haven’t forgotten that Bakura’s still in there)

I think they mostly did this memory exchange as an excuse to give us a review--thing is there’s so much weird stuff to review it feels a lot like exposition. Like I don’t remember seeing these big boys before:

There is just...a lot of design put into this robot you only see like a couple of times. Some concept artist when all ham so I wonder...was this his OC? I’m so glad his weird OC sleepytime bot got into Yugioh. Good for him.

So at this point I kinda turned to my bro and was like “this feels a lot like the Matrix, doesn’t it?” and then in rolls in the bright purple cloud of “you don’t even know.”

I’ll just leave this here.

back to Yugioh.

Yo I kinda forgot in the mayhem that Kaiba’s Dad was clearly here this whole time. I figured we’d run into him, I didn’t really think he’d Castlevania it up in the sky in order to do it.

So this show presents these two brain orb AI monsters as being pretty well...alive...in that Orb because we’ve only heard this explanation from two AI beings who are pretty sure they never died. But, are they alive, really? Did they really transcend to a higher plane like Noah thinks? Or was this a thinly veiled murder/suicide? Did Gozaburo Kaiba kill his son because he could not allow him to be crippled, seeing an opportunity test out this crazy orb AI that needed a human brain in order to function--knowing full well what he was doing? And then later kill himself after losing everything to Seto?

Like, I’ve heard that in the Japanese version, Gozaburo commits suicide and in the English version he does not. But, at least from where I’m sitting...I think he commits suicide in both versions. Like, maybe it’s because I’m an adult watching this and not a child, but it feels like Gozaburo did this in order to set a trap for Seto as his last screw you before he left this mortal plane.

Either way, Noah’s kind of an idiot and so he still has not caught on. What followed was the three very worst Kaiba boys just kind of shouting at eachother for 5-10 minutes but, like, on completely different wavelengths, every single one. The lack of communication between these dumbasses right after Gozaburo drops this horrifying bomb of “and then I killed myself to kill all of you” was actually pretty low key hilarious.

The dub then got very confused as to when Noah died. Really confused, I’m not going to analyze that too much, it’s dub problems. Dubs do that sometimes.

Also, this is a new Noah outfit. Huh. shame we never got to know it.

Anyway, as the truth comes out, suddenly this accidental Kaiba family therapy

sesh everyone else in this High School class is privy to just starts escalating.

OH OK, KID’S SHOW.

Yo, remember how many jokes I made that Kaiba was raised in Outer Heaven? Apparently I was WAY closer than I realized.

And speaking of Metal Gear:

Anyway, remember that random idea that Noah dropped on us to consume the world with VR tech? I knew it would come back, just not quite like this. Not with a nice Power Point slide show via the sky from the Most Evil Mufasa.

And that was how Kaiba’s Dad decided “I was once scorned by a rude 12 year old, lets destroy every human on Earth and extinguish all civilization.”

So basically the entire freakin ocean is just filled with these robots? Just completely polluted with nighty-night bots?

Yo.

So like this whole time we’ve been following Marik, who’s trying to destroy the world, and keeping babysitting tabs on Bakura, who’s trying to destroy the world, but Kaiba just wants to be the best and show everyone else up so he just decided to set in motion the entirety of humanity’s destruction BEFORE THIS SERIES EVER STARTED.

*coughs* I can’t believe Yugioh just did the Matrix better than the Matrix.

Now listen, I know what I said--and I have to tell you, the Matrix was one of my favorite movies when it came out when I was wee middle schooler and watched it secretly at my friend’s house. It was rated R for absolutely no reason, and so I wasn’t supposed to watch it--but I did anyway and it was very thrilling to break the law like that. Keanu Reeves did a middle finger--yes, that was the cuss that put it into R territory--and I was like “wow, he is crazy!”

But, while it’ll always hold a place in my little tween heart, that one did not age well. Mostly because, once it stepped away from the cave allegory you have to start asking questions like “so...how did everyone get trapped in the Matrix?” and it was like “because the robots needed batteries. So like...humans...became batteries...rather than..........actual batteries.” which makes a lot of sense when you’re like a child and you don’t know how batteries work, but as an adult it’s like “...so they’re not very smart robots, then?”

But, Matrix came out about 1999, and because it was super cool, it influenced everything. This show was about 2001, and Kaiba’s wearing a floor length coat--I really think there may have been a bit of an influence?

And I think they may have explained how all humanity would get placed in the Matrix better than that movie series that was like 3 movies and a bunch of video games and a very violent cartoon. And like, the Yugioh explanation is still balls insane, but hey, at least this motive makes sense.

And then, at this point, Mokuba’s Stockholm Syndrome came back, but this time it’s just plain old fashioned Stockholm Syndrome, no weird brainwashing on the part of Noah was necessary to make any of this happen.

Like I really think Moki’s finally snapped. It’s finally snapped. He doesn’t know have any idea what is going on anymore and desperately needs a nap. A nap that will last like 5 days. Moki needs to go to the beach and just...not move for about a straight week to recover from the mess of this tournament.

Most people at this point would be like “yeah I think maybe Noah isn’t trustworthy” but this group of kids--this is the only group of kids that sees a cackling undead digital ghost dude hunched over like this who has already tried to kill them on multiple occasions--straight up just 10 minutes ago--and says “he’s probably much better now.”

Just 10 feet away from them, Marik is desperately trying to finish the arc he started, but keeps running into filler problems. Which is this door.

This X-men door, the most powerful filler villain in the Yugioh universe.

I can’t believe they explained away Marik--super powerful evil villain that bested Bakura--by using one singular door that kept him occupied for like 20 episodes.

Apparently the bedtime bots are equiped with Huge Lasers.

Which kind of defeats the purpose of keeping everyone alive to send them to the VR realm?

But whatever, they have huge lasers, but little do they know, Marik can shoot lasers out of that necklace he stole off Bakura, and he didn’t actually do that and it’s kind of a bummer. Instead he reflects the lasers with the rod. Which then makes you wonder--is that why Bakura didn’t use his laser attack then? Because of the reflection issue?

Sorry I can’t believe I even entertained that idea. Clearly they completely forgot about S1 at this point. It feels like it’s been so many years since things were simple and you could shoot lasers out of your eyeball/necklace.

And then, canonically, Marik gave up on this door. This normal ass door. The only foe he has ever stepped down to.

This door has faced the ultimate evil, it has stared down an actual fallen god born of anger and violence, who, after thousands of years steeped in an abusive tomb, has risen to consume the entire world, but, this door, using all of it’s bolts and joints you can buy at your local Home Depot, sent that fallen god back whence he came. Which was a blimp. Marik came from a blimp.

This door should be the 4th God Card.

(I want y’all to know that I originally wrote “5th” god card and bro corrected me because I literally thought there were 4 this entire time.)

The amount of time that Mokuba was not kidnapped after Yugi and co just saved him? I want to say maybe 10 minutes. He got one hug from Seto, and then went back to the kidnap zone.

Apparently, Noah decided to trap everyone else in their old memories--which is an interesting way to recap what happened in S2. The trap doesn’t trick them very well because these guys are missing a fair amount of memory at this point, so they basically got served a bunch of weird nonsense.

So while those guys are going to go down their very, very short memory lanes, Noah takes Mokuba to the same exact Dave & Busters that Tea and Yugi went on a date to back in like S2. Like this is the same exact one. And what’s nuts is I think they even redid the backgrounds, but definitely used S2 as reference. It’s quite the devotion to detail.

Noah tried to invent some sort of weird mystery doorway but then Mokuba was like “yeah it’s in the game right? Don’t say no, because I am hankering for some arcade time--don’t touch the other stick though, I want to play solo.″ and then Mokuba just proceeded to play this 2 person arcade game by himself while Noah just...watches.

In Dukes memories, Tristan looks the same as Duke’s always perceived him.

There’s just a lot to take in here.

But don’t worry, it gets weirder than three cultists on one small toy monkey, because here comes some romantic development that had absolutely no basis in reality. This is just so freakin weird, get ready for it.

They definitely almost run over Duke and Serenity--Joey’s sister--and Joey does not not seem to have any reaction to nearly running over his little sister on the road, because one second later, this is happening.

And that was how Noah managed to insert his JoeyxMai fanfiction into Joey’s head and tried his damnedest to make it canon. It’s wild. I can’t believe Noah was a shipper this whole time. Like, who else has he been secretly shipping???

Noah had a split second to use his fabulous orb brain to deal with Joey, and while he used actual memories from the other kids, when it came to Joey, he sort of stopped and went “oh yes, my OTP!”

So then, in this split second Noah kinda turned to his pile of Joey fanfic he keeps stashed in the corner of his Orb Brain Consciousness and was like “well I have this really good one I wrote where Mai wasn’t in the coma yet, and there clearly aren’t enough romantic sunsets, and like...what if they were getting married? Oh man I love this AU! This is so good, can’t wait to upload it to his brain, OMG, he’ll love it. What if they were in Hawaii or something!? OMG they’re so freakin cute.”

Like everyone else on this show who has a canon relationship had to go through some type of sweet hell terror memory but Joey--just Joey--got to go on a date or something and then seal his love with a ring. Like we’ve seen many indicators that Noah is a small child but this was probably the biggest indicator we’ve seen of Noah’s maturity level when he was like “this is how relationships work.”

Again, Yugioh just writing your fanfiction for you--did you want an AU where Mai and Joey’s age wasn’t an issue and she also wasn’t in a coma yet and was uncharacteristically like “lets run off and get married?” because usually you’d have to search Google for that content, but now it’s just here and given to you on a silver platter.

At about the same time they were fully convinced none of this was a real memory, they all ended up back here, minus Kaibas. Joey apparently took the longest amount of time although he had the most bizarre set of memories. He probably just wanted to see where that fic would pan out, but like most fic’s, it kinda stopped updating at about chapter 3 so he gave up on it.

Just a few blocks away, Mokuba and Noah’s playdate from Hell is going according to plan, and Noah is just biding his time before snatching a body. But, before he does, I guess Noah did want to see what happens in this arcade game Moki’s playing because he’s just been standing here admiring Mokuba’s work.

Even Noah at this point is surprised at how deeply Mokuba has Stockholm Syndrome. Noah was just not prepared for how low Mokuba’s expectations are regarding his evil and pathological brothers.

Actual line of the show through this whole ironic experience, Noah just saying “wow...I almost feel bad”

Anyway remember that DDR game--that huge screened DDR game where Tea had a dance fight with Johnny Steps during her date with Yugi?

Did you ever think it would, one and half seasons later, become the scene of a horrific crime?

Did you ever think that the crime that would occur on the inane DDR machine that Tea once had a dance fight on against a guy wearing fringe moccasins would later be the scene of a family betrayal where Mokuba got murdered by his own dead secret older brother?

Because I sure didn’t.

Anyway, now equipped with his ultimate form--a very small kid with hair that weighs more than the kid itself, Noah rises from his grave.

I kind of love evil Moki, not going to lie.

Apparently Moki’s evil in Season 0 so I’ll probs have to go back to that season eventually to get more of that evil Moki fix.

I hope this is the type of scene that will end this entire show, TBH, just a crazy ass Moki cackling over the bodies of every other card player. That would be such a good way to end this series.

Anyway, I don't know whennnn the next update will be. I may update on that later--maybe not, but until we meet again, we’ll just leave evil Moki here in this nearly abandoned SeaQuest, laughing his face off over the sweet tunes of some Plantasia.

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#yugioh #yu gi oh #episode recap #photo recap #S3 Ep22 #yugi muto #seto kaiba #mokuba #tea gardner #tristan taylor #serenity wheeler #joey wheeler #duke devlin #I can't believe Mokuba's freakin dead #again #Joey considers matrimony and it's not even the weirdest thing that happened this episode #ygo #tw suicide

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The Worst of 2019 (So Far)

And now we get to the opposite of yesterday’s post: the worst of what we’ve seen so far. Time to give them a proper thrashing before they (hopefully) fade into obscurity. Disappointingly, there's a general lack of films that were bad but in an interesting way. Mostly, it’s either been the same sorta dreck we usually get with a couple of unusually offensive stories and a couple of soul-crushingly bad superhero flicks. Curious? Read on.

10. Serenity

I like to save my #10 spot on the “Worst of” list for a movie that has a chance of becoming a favorite among those who love bad movies. Serenity is competently enough made that it does not belong in the same category as The Identical or Runaway. It’s another kind of bad movie, the kind that baffles anyone who sees it and who will have film historians scratching their heads in the future. It’s not quite on the same level as 2017’s “The Book of Henry” but close. Top-notch actors at the top of their career in a story so poorly conceived it would’ve been brilliant if it weren’t awful and utterly absurd.

The revelation that everything we've been seeing is actually part of a video game programmed by an angry teen who hates his abusive father, and that his actions are tied to those of Matthew McConaughey's character is the kind of nutty decision someone at some point should've questioned. My advice? Surprise some unsuspecting friends with it. Periodically pause the movie so they can write down how they think it'll all fit together and then watch their faces as they're proved wrong.

9. After

I’m not going to remember After down the line so this is my opportunity to give it another flogging. I can’t believe fan-fictions of real people is a real thing and that one of them was deemed legitimate and popular enough to be turned into a movie. It plays out like the clone of a clone of a clone of Twilight. At least that movie had danger in the form of vampires and werewolves. This has nothing to offer except embarrassing drama and a prepubescent’s idea of what romance and love look like. I saw it in the theater with a friend and thank goodness she was there; it made what would've been a chore... slightly more bearable.

8. Dumbo

I’ve already gone on about how I feel about Disney’s string of live-action remakes. For the most part, they fail to validate their own existences; they’re just copies of the original but with “real” actors dancing around animated backgrounds, objects and locations instead of everything being traditionally animated. Dumbo isn’t like Aladdin and Beauty and the Beast. It does try new things. It diverges from the source material significantly in the worst way. The titular character winds up playing second banana to a bunch of circus performers no one cares about and in the end didn’t contain an inkling of the emotion the 1941 version did.

7. Dark Phoenix

This one’s a triple-whammy. Not only was it a deeply disappointing way for Fox’s X-Men series to end, it retreaded old material in a way that was worse than X-Men 3: The Last Stand AND it was a box office bomb. By the time the story finally comes alive… it’s just about over. The whole thing feels like a mistake, bringing in aliens and asking us to invest in characters we just haven’t had enough time to fall in love with. Makes me wonder what the future of the characters is going to be like. Yes there are a number of heroes and heroines we haven’t yet seen, but are people going to care, even when the brand gets a new coat of paint from Marvel Studios?

6. Men in Black: International

Was anyone asking for the Men in Black series to return? Maybe if they'd had a dynamite story this could’ve overcome the public’s general disinterest, but this was an extremely generic plot you could figure out easily minutes in and lost touch with what endeared us to the first. Even with the combined forces of Tessa Thompson and Chris Hemsworth failed, it to generate many laughs. Worse, to make sure I got any references or Easter egg it might drop, I re-watched all of the previous Men in Black movies, including the horrific Men in Black 2.

5. Replicas

This movie goes about itself in such a convoluted way. First, Keanu Reeves plays a scientist working for a company that wants to transplant the mind of dead soldiers into androids. Then, his family is killed in a car crash, prompting him to use the mind transfer tech to put their memories into new clone bodies of themselves. Problem is, he only has the means to clone three out of four family members. This means he has to erase all memories of his youngest daughter from the others’ brains. Following me so far? Good because it keeps going from there. Actually, that’s just the start of it. It’s a classic case of TMSGO - too much sh*t goin’ on. Even with all that, it STILLL managed to have gaping plot holes. No surprise it came and went as quietly as possible.

4. Hellboy

This one hurt. I wanted to see a superhero horror film badly. The early interviews I read about them wanting to adapt Mike Mignola’s books more closely than the Del Toro films got me excited. I was a little apprehensive when the trailers showed some goofy stuff but I figured these were included to draw people in. I should've listened to that sinking feeling. The actual film is awful, one giant mistake after another. Without a doubt, this featured the year’s worst special effects and even this I could've forgiven but the would-be humorous tone was badly misjudged and the story bloated with way too many elements that might've worked... if we weren't also trying to tell the character's origin at the same time. Hellboy ends with a teaser promising more and there’s no way we would’ve seen a sequel even if this had made money at the box office. Cool demons though, for what it’s worth.

3. Shaft

Looking back, I’m struggling to think of anything worth seeing in Shaft. I hated the film’s approach at comedy, particularly when it reverted Samuel L. Jackson’s John Shaft into the kind of man who proudly doesn’t understand modern sensibilities and spews out one homophobic joke after another. The plot was uninspired and uninteresting - not to mention generic - and none of it felt like it belonged on the big screen. On the upside, it prompted me to view the original trilogy with Richard Roundtree and those were enjoyable.

2. Simmba

Simmba is unlikely to be on the “Worst of 2019” list next January. It probably won’t be at the #2 spot. The film mixes two wildly different tones but not well. It begins as a romantic crime comedy, a dated one, sure. Simmba staging a phoney crime in order for the woman he’s attracted to to call him for help and then use the call as an excuse to stay with her through the night is creepy but I guess it might’ve passed like 20 years ago in North America. What makes this a bad film is the way it then introduces a character’s gang rape and murder as a way to prompt the anti-hero onto a righteous path. From there, it turns into this vigilante revenge film that has disturbing implications. You probably haven’t heard of it before now, much less seen it. I don’t recommend you check it out.

Runner Ups:

Aladdin

A controversial choice, as many casual filmgoers seem to have fallen madly in love with it (similar to the way they ate up 2017’s Beauty and the Beast) but honestly, what does this film do better than 1992’s Aladdin? Add an unmemorable song for Princess Jasmine to sing? Reduce the number of talking animals in order to give us more… nothing? Pile on the CGI to the point you wonder why it was made with live-actors in the first place? Like the innumerable direct-to-video sequels of classic films who've been all but forgotten, I tell you this Arabbian adventure won't endure.

Tolkien

So much potential squandered on a boring story. It didn’t take an astute viewer to recognize the film was crippled by the studio failing to obtain the rights to Tolkien’s actual work. I get the feeling we'll see another shot at a biography of J.R.R. Tolkien in a couple of years and this will be the Christopher Robin to the much superior Goodbye Christopher Robin.

The Hustle

It’s an unfunny comedy, what more is there to say? Rebel Wilson makes yet another bad career choice playing the same character she always plays. I only realized it was a remake of Dirty Rotten Scoundrels while writing my review, which is unfortunate. Hopefully I can expunge this film from my memory soon enough and forget anything it might’ve spoiled about the original Bedtime Story or the 1988 remake.

1. Unplanned

The numerous instances of technical incompetence - mostly coming from the performers who are given lackluster material - would be enough to condemn Unplanned to this list. What made me hate the film is the way it blatantly lies and attempts to manipulate the audience into further entrenching themselves in a certain point of view through cheap, manipulative means. I can respect that genuine passion was poured into the project but the way it goes about it is shameful. Do not go see it, even if you're curious.

Yuck. That last one really left a bad taste in my mouth so I'm going to talk about a movie I did enjoy and am enthusiastic to direct you towards Alita: Battle Angel. Rosa Salazar as the titular Alita impressed me and I really dug the action scenes. I'll also right a wrong from last year by reminding you to find and watch Paddington and Paddington 2, both movies I should've put on my "Best of" lists the years they came out. I don't know what I was thinking but I keep coming back to these in my head. They're excellent for kids and adults.

And with that said, the list is over. Back to our regularly-scheduled film reviews until something big comes up. Thoughts or comments on the list are welcome and I hope you enjoyed reading.

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purpleshellsforyou · 7 years

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Vegas (John Laurens W.U.M.)

TW.U.M. is an abbreviation of Waking Up Married. Read about this series here. This one is as stereotypical as the tile suggests, but I had to write it.

John Laurens x Reader

Time: Modern (sorry)

Word Count: 1,920

TW: blatant swearing, alcohol, inebriation, smut implications, (somewhat) explicit descriptions of what could happen after sex, John being adorable

AN: I used a female reader for this. Please let me know if you would like a rewrite with different pronouns! I am more than happy to do so.

[John’s Messages]

{Alexander’s Messages}

Summary: Exactly what it sounds like from the title. John and Y/N wake up in a hotel room on Las Vegas without any memory of what happened the night before.

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The sound of the couple next door fucking woke Y/N up. The feeling of acidic vomit battling its way up her throat made her rush to the small bathroom, unable to stand up straight. She had no idea whose room this was, but Y/N didn’t have time to take in their surroundings before all she could focus on was emptying her stomach as quickly as possible, trying to relieve her nausea.

Breathing heavily, Y/N rested her head against the back edge of the porcelain seat, trying to use the cool material to dull their throbbing temples. Someone groaned from the bedroom that she had just run from, and Y/N turned her head to try and look out the door without getting up. The horrific hangover she currently had told her that she probably wouldn’t remember much of last night.

The person in the other room slowly got out of bed, his hair frizzy and unwilling to stay out of his eyes. He didn’t want to get out of bed, but the sound of vomiting nearby was echoing off the walls was only making his headache worse.

Y/N didn't realize that they were both shirtless until her boyfriend John appeared in the doorway of the bathroom, looking like he had been through hell. There were scratches up and down his chest and he was clearly as hungover as Y/N was. Looking down at her own chest, she wasn’t embarrassed to be shirtless in front of John. He had seen her without clothing before. What caused the embarrassment was the now dry white stain on her stomach.

Blushing, Y/N turned on the ivory sink in the bathroom and tried to wipe off the stain using a small hand cloth that the -what she assumed to be a hotel- had provided. John continued just stare at her as she gurgled a bit of water to try and get the taste of vomit from her mouth. Groaning and retching from the acidic taste, Y/N shrugged on a rough bathrobe that was hanging on the back of the door.

Blinking away the sleep in his eyes, John groaned, obviously dehydrated despite the large amount of liquid he had consumed the day before. Glancing at the slightly irritated and reddened skin on Y/N’s abdomen, he whispered a hoarse but sincere apology at the mess they had made. He grabbed a metal trash can and spit up what felt like pure stomach acid.

Y/N took the cloth still in her hand and folded it inside out before walking over to John and gently wiping the corner of his mouth. She expected some form of thanks or a smile, despite the situation, but all she saw was John staring at her hand, looking mortified. Noticing her finger, which was slightly out of focus, there was a crooked line in black permanent marker around her ring finger. To top it all off, it appeared as if someone had tried to draw the shape of a diamond on top of the line. She heard John mutter “Oh, fuck.” before he stumbled forward and caught himself against the sink before ultimately slipping on the tile. Sharpie marked his ring finger as well. His “ring” was far sloppier and wider than Y/N’s, as if the person drawing it on had been more drunk.

“What the hell happened to us?” was all she could manage to get out of her mouth. The words hung in the air. They both knew the gravity of the question, and that the longer it remained unanswered, the easier it was for both of them to avoid their rising suspicions and uneasiness.

John didn’t have to answer his uncertainty for Y/N to get the message. He went back into the bedroom and found his phone sitting on one of the bedside tables, it’s screen now cracked when it hadn't been the previous day. Unlocking it, he pulled up a contact that he knew would have been with them for the greater part of yesterday, Alexander.

[what the fick happened last night?]

[*fuck]

{Well, good morning to you too.}

{What do you remember, John? You and Y/N got pretty drunk}

[all I know is that she and I woke up naked together and now have marker-drawn rings on our fingers]

{Ah, I see. John, when a two adults love each other very much, they can find themselves attracted to one another in… special ways. Do you understand?}

[listen, dickaass; I would kill you through this screen but I’m far too hungover. it hurts to even look at this damn screen so cut the shit or I will tell Eliza alllll about the bedtime stories you read to Philip about “Thomas the Dickbag of Shitty Writing”]

{You wouldn’t dare, We both know you had just as much fun illustrating those books as I did writing them… Anyway, you may need to call Y/N “Mrs. Laurens” now. Unless she decides to keep her last name. I wouldn’t blame her.}

[WTF]

[WTFWTFWTF]

[why the hell did you let us get married! you’re supposed to be the responsible married one!]

{I didn’t think it was that big of an issue! You’ve been dating for a few years, and you practically already act married. Weren’t you going to propose soon anyways? You just skipped a step and saved a lot of money. Do you know how many people would kill to do that?}

John couldn’t help but beam over at his now wife laying on the bed next to him. She was absolutely the best thing that ever happened to him, but he didn’t want to marry her like this. How was he supposed to tell her?

“Um, Y/N…”

“We’re married, aren’t we?”

He sat there in shock for a moment at her lack of concern.

“Relax, I figured that’s what happened. It’s no big deal. We can just get an annulment and go about it that way. I get that neither one of us are ready right now.”

When Y/N got nothing in response, she couldn’t stop the pressure that was building in her chest. She didn't expect John to welcome this with open arms, but his terrified expression confirmed her thoughts that he didn’t want to marry her. She was never the kind of person to push for marriage in a relationship, but she had hope that deep down John’s feelings for were just as strong and secure as hers for him. She knew it was just a different title on a paper, but it felt like there was something finally settled about it. And now she was certain that he just wanted to take it all back.

There was a heavy knock at the door, and John moaned from the pain it caused his head. He shuffled over to the door and unlocked it to see Hercules standing with a huge grin on his face and his brown messenger bag slung over his shoulder.

“Rise and shine, sleepyheads!”

Y/N shot him the most annoyed look she could muster, which wasn’t much considering the situation.

“Alexander said that you two were finally awake, so I brought you all the necessities!”

Mulligan turned his messenger back upside down over the mattress and a variety of fruits, water, and Gatorade tumbled out. John tossed Y/N one of the drinks before taking a sip of his own. Hercules happily stood before the creaky bed, watching his friends thank him and send him appreciative glances. He reached for his back pocket, pulling out a slightly folded slip of paper.

“Now for the fun part… Here’s your Marriage Certificate. You have nine days now to submit it and make it legally binding, if you choose to.”

Getting little reaction as he placed it on the duvet cover, Hercules watched Y/N and John stare at the paper as if it were a bomb. He understood that they both needed time to understand what happened. It probably hadn’t even sunken in yet. Turning around, he grabbed his bag and began to walk towards the door when he heard a voice call to him.

“How did you get this?” Y/N asked him. He knew that John was trying and failing to hide the smile growing on his face.

“John nearly spilled his drink on the paper and you freaked out on him for almost ruining it after the ceremony. You set it down before you almost spilled a drink on it yourself. Angelica was fast enough to grab it and give it to me for safe keeping before we helped you guys to your hotel room.”

John nodded, as if that was making sense with what little memory he had. Y/N whispered a “thank you” before Hercules saluted and bounded out the door, looking proud. She peered up at John, watching him stare in wonder at the certificate before meeting her gaze. He cleared his throat before asking “What do you want to do?”.

Y/N felt as if her lungs were closing in. Taking another sip of her water, she glanced at the bedding, suddenly finding the pattern entrancing. “I understand if you want to get rid of it.”

“What? Why would I want to do that?”

Her head snapped up, not expecting his answer.

“You seemed so upset at Alexander’s messages that I thought you would want to end the marriage. You seemed so scared and angry.”

Laurens burst out in laughter. He couldn’t help it, despite the now worsening headache.

“It was unexpected, but I could never be mad at the thought of marrying you! I was going to propose to you at dinner tomorrow, but this threw that off track a bit. I understand if you don’t want to send in the certificate, but maybe we can go around it. We could get married in my aunt’s back yard like we always talked about, and have a small ceremony for our family and close friends. Nobody needs to know that we kept the marriage. We can just have a formal party and pretend it happened then!”

His happiness was contagious. That was the only way to describe it. The excitement in the room was too much. “John Laurens, are you asking me what I think you are?”

He scrambled off the bed, rummaging around in his suitcase for a few minutes, cursing as he tried to feel his way around the contents. When he turned back around, now slightly more frazzled than before, he tripped and fell onto one knee.

“This is not at all how I expected this, holy shit. To say that we’ve been through a lot would be an understatement. You’ve helped me through my roughest times and supported me through the best of it. You were there whenever I need you and even when I didn’t realize that I did. I can’t imagine my life and future without you in it, and I would be the luckiest person alive to do so with you as my wife. Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

“It would be my pleasure, John Laurens.”

John jumped on the bed, happily slipping a real engagement ring into her finger.

“John, honey, I love you to pieces, but please don’t hold me so tightly. It hurts.”

“Sorry!”

He cuddled into her side before dragging over a laptop from the nightstand and turning it on and lowering the sound and brightness.

“Do you wanna watch something?”

“Absolutely.”

Before they eventually fell asleep next to one another, Y/N sent her friend a single text.

[Hey, Peggy! Do you still plan weddings?]

#john laurens x reader #John x Reader #John Laurens #john laurens imagine #bs plot #PEGGY IS THE BEST WEDDING PLANNER AND NOBODY CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE

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thestonedhw-blog · 7 years

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Was it the 3 am alarm or the 1 am bedtime that left me more than surprisingly blissful for my trip to Los Angeles? I think it was everything being so synchronized the entire trip. I met amazing people and found lifelong sisters once again. Read all the way to the end to enter for a chance to win one of Two Stashlogix bags I am giving away!

Thanks to Stashlogix for making my trip the absolute easiest traveling packing I have ever experienced. Can I be the first to test out a Stashlogix Suitcase?! Kickback and relax with me while I rock onto Electric Ave and then we’ll take it higher!

SUNDAY

My heart sank multiple times within the first two hours of walking out the front door, starting with walking out to my Lyft my 2 year old noticed I wasn’t in the bed, and started the sad middle of the night, “MAMA hold you!” cry (for any mom this is one of those times its hard to fight back the tears). The second was the moment I got my coffee after TSA Pre Check and realized I left the most important part of my trip being successful…MY BREAST PUMP attachment pieces. Breastfeeding is such a wonderful gift that can quickly feel like a curse when you are gorged out of your mind. Which can happen in good 8 hours of no contact. Target to the rescue! Not only do I want to be extremely budget conscious on this trip, I am ALWAYS looking for a deal. when I saw I could get the accessory pack for less than $18 with a coupon from Honey, (this google chrome extension is a MUST have for the thrifty coupon code looking housewife) with in store pickup only a few miles from Venice, I eased back into my “let go and let it be” flow.

This is the first trip I have left my youngest for more than just a few hours since she was 5 months old, It seems unreal to put that into words! So as I am sitting at the Airport waiting for my flight, listening to Bobs Burgers, with my amazing Stashlogix bags( which are holding everything from my camera to makeup) this trip had officially begun.

The in flight wifi was a double edged sword on Southwest Airlines. The $8 price tag was not worth the hassle of how badly I wanted to catch up on The Magicians latest episode, but the Syfy channel did not work on the plane because they limit the streaming of certain sites…..so next time I am prob going to skip that and keep my 8 bucks while downloading whatever I want from Netflix. I did get to see the Grand Canyon from 40,000 feet so That was AWESOME!

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Once I landed in Los Angeles if wasn’t until I walked into Abbot’s Habit, that I felt truly immersed beneath the palm tree lined streets and oddly cloudy weather I didn’t expect. (This come full circle with Mama Sailene, keep reading Its about to get SO REAL! )Abbot’s Habit is an amazing little place that has delicious soups, coffees, fresh juice, and bomb ass sandwiches. I had the Bobo Chicken with a small Red Pepper soup. It turns out I was meeting a great friend and pioneer in the Venice community Tuesday morning named Mama Sailene. Who happened to be a well know host of very sought after events at this pregentrification Abbot Kinney coffee shop.

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Abbot’s Habit

Sunday was my day to explore Venice, so I lugged my suitcase up and down Abbot Kinney Blvd until I was able to check into my AirBnb. I popped into a couple amazing stores including Mystic Journeys which felt like my home away from home. I seriously thought about getting a nap in on their couch beside the wind chimes but was pretty excited to see the sunset over the Pacific for the first time.

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Mystic Journey

I didn’t think I was going to be able to eat much at my reservation for Cafe Gratitude at 1 that day by 12:30 I was really feeling tired, but I did and it was unreal as well. Cafe Gratitude is a short walk from the shops at Abbot Kinney so Of course as soon as I saw the pup friendly patio at CG I was wide awake. I love seeing the happiness and love that exudes from every dog especially when they can sense I am one of their kindred spirits. Dogs are totally one of my spirit animals. He was just like my bulldog refusing to fall game to the paps.

With small tapas all consciously titled under the massive I AM heading, the menu does not fall short. I had the I am Intuitive, a blend of sweet potatoes fries and purple potatoes with a spicy Chashew Aioli and Gremolata. Along with a digestive aid sparking water with essential oils of peppermint.

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Cafe Gratitude

I checked into my AirBnb around 3pm to fully relax. This place was more magical than I anticipated and I was overwhelmed with being by myself for the first time. So honestly I took some time to cry and let my emotions flow through me.

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I brought my small container of my moms ashes to bring her to the beach inspired by my pal Cole Peddie which is what he does with his brothers ashes. My mom moved to California in the early 70s with two kids and a suitcase. I can not imagine how she felt being in such a majestic place. As I walked down the Ocean Front Walk I could see the days long past, the artistry changing by the gentrification of Venice by the wealthy middle class that keeps happening in cycles every 20+ or so years. When I arrived at Ocean Front I did not expect to be greeted by the giant mural of Jim Morrison I had on my list to see but there he was smiling down welcoming me to his home from the past where he sat on the beach where him and Ray crossed paths to create one of the most legendary groups in rock and roll history. I’m talking about The Doors. Jim fell in love with Pam in these very streets, streets so filled with love it inspired great poetry.

I watched the sun set over the ocean while on the rooftop of the Hotel Erwin at High Rooftop Lounge. This trip felt like such a weekend getaway and Monday, the cornerstone of the trip was approaching fast.

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My night ended with a Nice Canna Company edibles and lounging on a luxurious red velvet couch designed from the 18th century and watching Bob’s Burgers. You can take the girl out the country but you can’t take her away from her comedic roots. Also this mama bear was asleep by 8PM.

MONDAY

Today was the big day! I had an entire day planned of exploring, Kundalini Yoga, and filming. I jumped out of the bed and treated myself to the first private and kid free morning I have had in A LONG ASS TIME! I was completely in my own energy and for someone who is surrounded all the time it was the perfect balance for awakening in this powerful place on the Spring Equinox of all days. Divine Timing is prob the Phrase of the Trip.

I walked down 0.9 miles from my Airbnb to the Rama Institute where the feminine energy of change has manifested and created a space by the powerful soul Guru Jagat. My dear friend and Kundalini Yoga instructor for The Green Lodge, Loren, introduced me to practices that I was unfamiliar with and brought me back to enjoying Yoga and ultimately life on a new level. I had been to some Cannabis led yoga practices in Colorado and became so over stimulated by the downtown 10 am beating down and I could not enjoy or engage successfully in the practice. It was to much over stimulation of the pineal gland with the cannabis intake before.

When I began practicing Kundalini Yoga, there was a definite awareness of the extreme power in these practices. Yogi Bhajan took the best from each branch of Yoga to provide the most effective healing imaginable. The healing force of the sound current is unimaginable and extremely beautiful when beings come together to heal together as a community.

Kundalini Yoga- Each class is comprised of a warm up, kriya, and meditation. A KRIYA is a set of postures, sound current, and breath work. MANTRA means sound current. It instills a sequencing that alters the functioning of the brain and body. MEDITATION in kundalini yoga is in essence a directing of energy. Unless specified, you are not expected to keep your mind blank. _From RAMA.com

I arrived at RAMA just before 9 o’clock and settled into the class led by Sat Purkh (Kelsey Stevens who was subbing for Guru Jagat while she was in Nicaragua for the Equinox). A small class of us were led through a balancing Kriya and at the end she played the enormous gong which made me feel like I was in outer space. The sounds of the universe were resonating through me and it was a great intensity.

I walked out of RAMA feeling so balanced and elevated. I headed back down Lincoln Blvd and stopped in The Flowerboy Project for a refresher and the entire store was something out of a book! I then walked down to The Mart Collective, which I easily killed an hour+of time exploring all the antique vendor booths.

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The Mart Collective

FlowerBoy Projects Art on the shelves

I perused a little farther down the street to find The Venice Love Shack which I could not resist stopping in and talking to the etching artist Brinnin Broski where we had one of my favorites conversations of the entire trip. You know when you meet someone who is just in you Soul Family?! Brinnin is AMAZING and doing some tangible and powerful healing pieces. We exchanged gifts and parted ways after exploring the vintage furniture store.

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Amazing Optical Etching work by Brinnin

Brinnins Work

Vence Love Shack Mural

When I arrived back at my AirBnb I quickly ran to get a shower to get ready for The Weed Show with Charlo Greene which was only a short drive into Los Angeles. Charlo invited me out a few weeks back to talk about Pregnancy and Cannabis consumption. This topic is still judged as Taboo in our culture and the mom shaming is completely unnecessary. She spoke of The CannaMama Clinic Doctor Rachel Knox who actively speaks and educates on the endocannabinoid system and how just because you become pregnant your body doesn’t stop gaining benefits from cannabinoids. You can see more with Dr Rachel here and You can see what we talked about here! Plus Indiana Jones, the studio dog kept us company between the blunts.

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I am grateful for Charlo for creating such a powerful platform and being a shining light in this industry for education and empowerment for women. At the end of the show Tori the producer presented me a small gift bag with a bath bomb from Om Edibles, Uncle Dougie’s Knots, and some CBD salve made by the lunar phases from The Sisters Of The Valley, you know, the weed nuns! OMG! To top it off The Green Lodge is available to come to LA thanks to The Weed Show’s studio also being a co working space!

After the show aired Live on YouTube, Facebook, and I tunes, I headed back to Venice and was graced with one of my favorite past times, Food Truck Burritos. So delicious. This was the last night I was in town and Tuesday had even bigger surprises for me. So I soaked up that bath bomb and devoured those medicated sugared pretzels.

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TUESDAY

Before I left for my trip I connected with a true soul sister who I have followed and admired for some time, the mastermind and goddess behind so many projects including The Ganja Goddess Getaway, Bliss Edibles and Extracts, but she is just such a powerful force in so may women’s lives remotely and in California. She set up a lunch date for me to meet the infamous Mama Sailene. I flipped out literally knowing I was going to meet another powerful soul sister! Merry Janes article stated,

“Sailene is the owner of westside Los Angeles’ oldest and most iconic delivery service and has long been a key figure in the Venice community. Ironically, the delivery business, now well into its second decade, never had an official name. It was just The Girls or, to some, The Angels. The lack of a name didn’t matter. Everyone who needed to knew exactly who she was.

Like most of the trailblazers of her generation, she was forced to split her focus with a second demanding (and fully legal) career. In her case, it was in restaurant management and event planning. And, although there’s no real surprise there, she was great at it.

Her most visible run was at Abbot’s Habit, the original, pre-gentrification Abbot Kinney coffee shop where the cool Venice crowd started their day. For the lucky ones, however, the real fun took place at her parties. Invitations were highly coveted, and not just for the food (incredible) or the hand-rolled joints (plentiful).”

Without speaking to Sailene prior to this trip, I did not meet her until Tuesday, I was drawn to Abbots Habit and actually wrote that part of the blog while sitting in there!!!! Whoa! I knew the energy there was special and when Mama picked me up and I told her how much I loved it, her eyes filled with tears. Reassuring that this trip has been the healing I needed.

Deus Es Machina Coffee

Sailene picked me up at Deus Es Machina and we headed Gjelina the BEST place to eat in Venice and where the likes of Beyonce, Reece Witherspoon, even Rihanna have graced. It is the swankiest and as soon as we walked in I got to meet the chef and co-owner behind it all, Travis Jett. He was delightful! Our food included appetizers of

Tuscan Kale salad, Shaved Fennel, and Ricotta Salata

Japanese Sweet Potato, Jalapeno Yogurt, and Scallions

Wood Roasted Cauliflowers:Recipe

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Mama had the Crispy Duck Comfit, Whitled Chicory, & Kumquat

photo: Gourmetcentric

While I indulged in a Gruyere, Caramelized Onion, Formage Blanc, and Arugula Pizza.

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Of course we couldn’t leave without dessert. Warm Date Cake, Whiskey Caramel and Ginger Gelato Which I was thrilled to find the chefs own Recipe.

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It got better. Gjusta is the swanky bakery also popping out delicious bites and goodies by Travis who just happened to be in the parking lot in the rain talking while we got there. There is such a warm and inviting presence surrounding Gjusta and when you walk inside it is a sweet tooth’s heaven! I had to eat at least one thing from here so I inhaled a Black Currant and Raisin Roll before parting ways with Sailene, doing a few more dabs, and catching my lyft to LAX.

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Coming Home…Almost

When I arrived at LAX I was super early for my flight. Now here is where the only monkey wrench threw me into a complete panic tearful tailspin. By this time all I could think about was getting home. I missed the baby something awful and I know my sons eyes fill with a special light when he sees me. So just as I did before flying out with Southwest, I printed my boarding pass and headed to the gate. Here is where I knew something was up. Of course Frontier did not have anyone up at the podium until 10 minutes before the plane started to board and as a lot of people knew, Frontier never made you pay for your carry on if you didn’t pay for it when you bought your initial ticket. Now I have successfully flown as well as my husband, and with two children utilizing this policy that has not changed in over two years. Well they caught on apparently to the numerous people we had talked to as well who said they loved flying with Frontier for that exact reason of them not charging for a carry on.

As my zone is called to board I walk up and the lady says I need to go to the podium…I wasn’t sure why but I went and luckily I got the guy who hated his life that day and wouldn’t do his job as he was clearly not able to communicate morally with someone who just found out they wanted to charge $60 to bring my bag on. I had $25 dollars in my purse and no debit card on me. I freaked the fuck out honestly. I called my husband who was just like, “leave it.” ugh no. That was NOT an option. So I asked the man what would happen to my bag if I left it, does it go to unclaimed baggage or lost and found? His answer, “I don’t have anymore time for you.” So I smiled and said,”Thanks for being such a great help” and walked up to the boarding podium. With tears in my eyes and everything I could shove in my purse, I didn’t care I just wanted to be home at this point, I looked at the lady and said I have to leave this here because I have never had to pay to bring it on until just now. Then the girl beside me with long blonde braids chimed in, ” I’ll pay for your bag.” If I wasn’t already emotional this was the cherry on top. She hugged me and said she had been in that exact same spot and wished someone could have done the same for her.

I boarded the flight with gratitude for my what comes my way and how no matter what I somehow know, it will all work out. I landed in Denver and made my way home with the smiling faces of my family when they arrived at the airport.

This trip was truly something I wished and manifested for 2017. I know more amazing opportunities are in line because every encounter I had while in Venice + LA made me grow, made me love, and made me even more appreciative to each soul I come in contact with and with the people who constantly support and uplift me.

Thank you so much to Ashley at The Cannabiz Calendar and Stashlogix I have two awesome bags to Giveaway TO YOU!!!

All you have to do is get 5 people (21+ over only) to sign up for any FUTURE GREEN LODGE GATHERINGS by requesting a ticket here + Subscribe to The Cannabiz Calendar OR post a picture on social media of: Why You Need A Stashlogix Bag! Show us how you carry everything and we will gift you a highly coveted bag. We will be expanding this year and we need YOUR help!

So spread the Word! Gveaway Ends 4.20.16 and winner will be announced 4.24 at The Green Lodge Goddess Gathering April!

Check out this gallery of all the photos from the trip!

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