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ragingtwilight · 2 years
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queen-of-hobgobblers · 8 months
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HC Jason dates Artemis and he hesitates to introduce her to his crazy family (rightfully so) and the second he does, everyone attempts to steal her away from him.
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Steph: Oh my God, you are so pretty, full homo.
Artemis: Thanks.
Steph: Listen, when Jason inevitably disappoints, you know where to find me.
Jason: Hey-
Cass: Want to spar?!?!
Artemis, eyes glinting: Hope you don’t mind losing.
Cass: *Beams and drags her to the training deck*
Jason: Wait! *Has to watch his sister and his girlfriend have an extremely homoerotic sparring session*
Steph, smirking up at him as she slings an elbow onto his shoulder: Hope you don’t mind being single again.
Jason: You little shit-
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Dick: Nice to finally meet you, Artemis.
Artemis: It’s nice to be met.
Dick Grayson, local redhead-sexual: Say, by any chance, is that your natural hair colour?
Jason: Imma stop you right there-
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Tim: Hey, Artemis, Cassie’s told me a lot about you. Blink twice if Jason’s holding you hostage and forcing you to date him.
Jason: Hey!
Artemis, snorting: No, surprisingly I chose to date him of my own accord. If this is an attempt to ask me out yourself, I have to inform you that three of your other siblings have done that already.
Tim: Nah, I have a boyfriend. Bernard.
Jason: *Lowers his gun*
Bernard, walking in: I thought I heard someone say my name?
Tim: Oh hey, Berns. Meet Artemis. She’s a part of Wonder Woman’s family, and Jason’s girlfriend.
Bernard, eyes glinting: Wait you’re dating Jason?
Artemis, amused at this point: Yes?
Bernard: For real? I mean, no judgement or anything, just that Jay’s like, the poster boy for daddy issues- not that I can talk, but, I digress. He thinks he can solve any problem by pointing a gun at it and I have a ton of embarrassing photos of him in my camera reel.
Artemis, sitting up excitedly: Do you?
Bernard: Yep. Here, what’s your phone number?
Artemis, as she and Tim hold back an infuriated Jason from tackling Bernard: Hold on, let me just-
*A Few Minutes Later*
Artemis, cackling: Oh my God, Jay, how did you end up falling face first into a pool filled with salad dressing?!
Jason, red-faced: Cullen and Duke are both menaces, and I’m gonna fucking kill them both the second I see them again!
Artemis, wiping a tear from her eye: Gods, Bernard, these are hilarious.
Bernard: Right?? And this is kinda random buuut, since I already have your number and all... what are you doing next Friday night?
Tim: Bernard!
Artemis: I-
Jason, pulling out his gun before she can finish: I should’ve finished you off when we first met-
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Jason: *Sighs and hangs his head on the kitchen counter*
Oracle, chiming in on his phone: What’s wrong, Jay?
Jason: Everyone in this stupid family keeps trying to steal away my girlfriend.
Oracle, searching her database: You mean… Artemis Grace, Amazonian Champion of Bana Mighdall?
Jason, snorting miserably: The one and only.
Oracle: Woah, those abs are insane, what’s her workout routine?
Jason, narrowing his eyes suspiciously: Where is this going…?
Oracle: Has she accepted anyone’s offer yet?
Jason: *Throws his phone across the room*
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Duke, watching Jason sulk: Everything alright, Jay?
Jason, tired with everything at this point: I introduced my girlfriend to this stupid family and now everyone’s flirting with her.
Duke: All of them?
Jason: Practically everyone except you.
Duke: Does this count as better or worse than when you dated Kyle Rayner? Because they all had the exact opposite reaction back then.
Jason: Fuck it, I’m just never introducing anyone I date to you people ever again.
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Had a moment of realization after reading your lil Buggy headcanons post and I'm spiraling into the aether with ideas and concepts so imma throw them at you aggressively.
• Roger ironically was one of the, if not THE most stable, reliable, healthy-ish adult in Shanks and Buggy's early lives.
He fucked up in many many MANY ways, but he almost always owned up to it and tried to help with the fallout of damaging events. He was flawed and fallible, but he tried.
• Buggy was always seen as and considered to be second best to Shanks by most of the crew - not to Roger though. He was adamant that both of them were going to do and be great. Their skills weren't the same, which was perfect, he'd tell them sometimes, when Buggy felt like he was drowning on deck, when Shanks felt crushed by endless expectation. It would be such a bore to be the same, wouldn't it?
• after the crew disbands but before Roger dies and the turn of the era washes across the minds and hearts of all, Shanks and Buggy are alone, are scared, are free, are uncertain. They don't know what to do. They travel together. They experience the world, a new place, a new dynamic. A lot can happen in two years. Especially to two traumatized boys alone in the world with no way to contact the one person they trust.
• it takes Shanks and Buggy both far longer than those two years to realize, acknowledge, and come to terms with the things they experienced and how it makes them feel. It doesn't help either that then they begin branching into their own niches, one in a spotlight, one cloaked in misdirection, only one of them gets a sudden contact from a man they'd heard hide nor hair from in years.
• Rayleigh never asks about Buggy. He alludes to keeping an eye on them, but its only vaguely inclusive of Buggy. Shanks notices. Shanks says nothing. Shanks does go right back around to ask Buggy if he wants him to say anything. He'll try to reconnect with Rayleigh, he sees a reason for it on his end, but he wants to know Buggy's perspective, Buggy's thoughts, Buggy's desires and comforts.
• Neither are surprised when Ray doesn't seem to mention Buggy much at all beyond old stories and memories. Shanks is quickly losing his patience.
• things pass on tensely until one late evening when Buggy and Shanks are both curled together in a blanket fort, their respective first mates literally and figuratively guarding the door because of some poor memories and nasty side effects. They are a tangle of limbs, Red and Blue, scarred and freckled, when Buggy's voice, so quiet it could have been missed even millimeters away, suddenly breathes a soft, "I was so relieved when he died."
• Shanks, choked, just squeezes Buggy tighter. He can't respond because of the lump in his throat, the burning in his eyes and brow. He can't respond, but Buggy knows him, knows what he's saying when he can't speak. He squeezes the other closer, and his silence screams [I was, too]
• they both take a long, LONG time to come to terms with their traumas and to heal and continue healing. It's a fight, a battle, a war they can never stop fighting. But they gain so much in those trenches, make their own lives with their own two hands. It's beautiful. It's hard. It's theirs.
• years upon years later, Shanks and Buggy clasp their hands, silent, quiet, safe and happy with tinges of what-ifs and could-have-beens. In one world, a large man with a laugh that could rattle the heavens would have taken Buggy's shoulders and given the other a hug, a forehead kiss, a teasing comment, but it would have been dripping with love and pride and joy and fatherly sorrow, keyed up to eleven. Roger had always been so dramatic. In one life, Roger would have walked Buggy down the aisle, would have had to fight - and lose to - tears at the sight of the former cabin brat made captain made Emperor.
In this life, it is Shanks, it was Shanks, it will always be Shanks.
Shanks who once held Buggy's hand and handed off his best friend and his platonic soulmate to another, first to Rosinante in a secretive ceremony with only Davy Jones, the Seas and Moon as their witnesses. The moment was beautiful, calm, loving and whimsical as well. It was doomed, he would later learn.
Now, he is handing Buggy off to Mihawk and Crocodile. He hopes this will end better. This one - he smiles warmly at Luffy as they walk together, the young man, the little King, practically vibrating as he bounces at the end of the path, long hair a riotous mass of curls acting as his halo - this one was attended by the Sun. This bridal procession was lead by the drums of freedom, the bond sworn before their King and facilitated there by
• Rayleigh was there for neither.
• Crocus was there for neither.
• none of the Rogers were so much as given a hint about it.
• ((there was a single chair left empty in the second wedding. There was a space left open in the first. In both, there was a bottle of rum poured into the sea and a parchment burnt and ashes scattered following the liquor. Roger was there, was included, in both. Their relationship with him was difficult, was multifaceted, but he was their father, their dad, their captain, and they will always love him. Love is not always pure, and that is okay. Nothing is truly black and white, least of all feelings and emotions and traumas. Both thought on it heavily. Their hearts are tangled, messy and wild, but it's theirs.
Roger, they both decided independently and then together, was not without fault. He never denied it, though. He made attempts for them. They could see the effort he'd put into it, into changing and being better, doing better. He was flawed, but he tried. He messed up, but he owned his mistakes.
That made him worthy of their forgiveness.
Others could stand to learn a thing or two from that...))
I love all of this!!!
Roger was absolutely one of the most present adults in their life. Even with all his flaws like throwing two 8 year olds into a war he understood it was Shanks & Buggy, Buggy & Shanks. Roger himself recognized the crews favoritism but knew there was nothing he could do to change their opinions but also failed to realize how much it affected his boys.
When he leaves the ship he fully believes despite the bias Rayleigh will take care of the boys and try his best to treat them equally. It’s only when he gets to the execution stand he realizes this is not the case.
During their two years alone the boys are doing their best to survive being hunted by the old enemies of Roger. They’re stuck wondering why they were abandoned and it takes them years to realize why.
After they’ve begun to grow into their own respective captains and they both begin to heal from all the damage they were dealt that call from Rayleigh knocks them back a few steps. Buggy tells Shanks to do whatever but he’s secretly devastated that one of the men he’s always looked up to truly never cared about him.
They get through so much together. Staying in touch through years of hardships.
All the life altering events come and go. Buggy’s quiet admittance of relief with the passing of their father, Shanks blessing Buggy and Cora, Shanks betting on the new generation, Cora’s death, years of waiting to see what would happen, Marienford, the final battle for the One Piece.
In the end they finally get somewhat of a happy ending. A new king who exceeds all expectations, new love and relationships and years of baggage left behind, a wedding ceremony to never be forgotten. Among those new alliances are Crossguild and The Heart Pirates. Law upon learning that Buggy had tried looking for him wanted to learn more about the clowns relationship to his beloved Cora-san, The clown in turn teasing Law about his own attraction to people who personify the sun
All the old baggage sit in their respective bars, whales, homes and mourn what could have been if not so blinded. Their hubris causing them shame and embarrassment, scared for when they finally face Davey Jones and rejoin their captain.
Their captain for all his flaws and mistakes who made sure his red and blue were always at least assured they could go to him when he was alive and always save a seat for him even tho he’s passed.
Thank you for the beautiful ask. There so much about it I’m just not sure how to put into words! It’s always fun to think about Shanks & Buggy’s trauma tho
Drink water and have a good time ✌️🚰❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
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filmofhybe · 4 months
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Chapter 12 - “drown”
> pairing : Nishimura Riki x Female Reader
> genre : college student AU! , Pool Lifeguard AU! , smau , fluff
> warnings : SLOW BURN!! , swearing , bad humor jokes , kys jokes (die etc) , kissing , semi verbal bullying (no violence) , reader! injuring herself by accident , missing parent figure
> chapter synopsis : 2 months later, y/n & niki continue to hang out with each other’s group. Causing Isabelle to be jealous of y/n, pushing her into the pool, trying to drown her at the end of her shift.
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; AUTHORS NOTE : is coming to an end :( I know I stopped updating this bc I have absolutely lost motivation to continuing. But for now this is chapter 12, 3 more chapters to go :(
WARNING : attempt murder, “drowning” , y/n struggling, parent death, swearing (Not PROOF READ!!)
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I sighed as I finished mopping the pool deck, the dim light casting a serene glow over the water. The day had been long, and the campus pool was finally empty. My lifeguard duties were nearly done, ready to close the pool and go hang out with my friends. or so I thought.
Out of the shadows and sound of slippers walking emerged someone, it was Isabelle, a simmering resentment in her eyes. I tensed, knowing there was no love or civil lost between us. Isabelle walked towards me, arm crossed and wasted no time launching into a bitter tirade about my dad.
“Look at who it is? Y/n Y/l/n.. surprised your working at a place where your dad drown. How disrespectful of you? Have you never considered that fact your dad drowned? I could never be like you.” She chuckled as I felt tears swelling up my eyes. But she doesn’t stop there. “And how dare you to hang out with MY Niki? Your the reason why he never hangs out with me. Ha.. you really think I don’t know why? Acting like your struggling with metal health just to get him to listen to you pathetic little problems… I could never be like you..”
Despite my attempts to keep her distance, Isabelle's words stung. The tension between them escalated until, in a moment of blind anger, I didn’t even realize Isabelle was stepping closer and closer to me. Before I could fully comprehend the situation, Isabelle shoved me into the deep end of the pool.
The shock of the cold water engulfed y/n. Panic set in as she struggled to stay afloat. Isabelle's twisted satisfaction echoed through the empty pool area. The lights remained dim, casting an eerie glow on the chaotic scene unfolding.
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Niki’s POV:
“What’s taking so long for y/n to come out?” Jake asked, cold wind blowing towards all of us. “She’s not replying either so I don’t know..” Hanni replied as she continues to rub her hand with Isa’s, trying to gain warmth. I sighed as I continue to spam call her. Clicking on the contact name “baby🤍” again, few seconds later, it still goes to voice mail.
“Right this is actually getting ridiculous imma go in.” I said as I pushed pass Ricky and Jake. “Yo bro she’s probably coming out!” Hearing both of them yell. I could care less, what if something happened to her? I could care less if they were following me too. I passed through the glass doors towards the pool, seeing a silhouette of someone, just standing there looking towards the pool. My eyes dashed towards the pool, realizing the person standing was Isabelle, chuckling. I see bubbles coming up from pool below. Y/n.. she pushed y/n into the deepest end of the pool.
“Bro what’s going on-”
Nothing but worry and desperation to save y/n came in the form of me. Without hesitation, l dove into the water, my arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her to the surface. The relief was short-lived as she coughed and gasped for air, realizing the danger she had narrowly escaped.
As Isabelle's malicious actions became apparent, Jake and Isa, witnessing the incident, restrained her in a fit of rage. “stop! Let me go! I didn’t do anything” The confrontation attracted the attention of others – Jungwon, Ricky, and Hanni swiftly dialed for an ambulance. The urgency in their voices reflected the severity of the situation. “Please come quickly!”
I watched her face turning paler and paler, realizing she’s losing more oxygen. “Niki..cpr..” that’s the last thing she said before she faints in my arms. Fuck.. what do I do.. “NIKI! QUICK CPR! MOUTH TO MOUTH! GIVE HER OXYGEN!” Isa yelled, who was once a lifeguard in her own right, I immediately started administering CPR. Each compression and breath carried the weight of a lifeline as y/n’s oxygen supply dwindled. The fear in my eyes mirrored the desperate struggle to revive y/n. I promise I’ll save you love.. you would not die in my arms today.. my tears and sweat drops along with the pool water. I know we haven’t kissed and I know we aren’t a thing yet but I would do anything to save you right now.. slightly opening her mouth as I breath into her mouth, her pale but yet soft lips touches mines, snapping out of my thoughts, I quickly start giving her cpr again. After a few more seconds, y/n starts coughing up more water. Her eyes filled with tears as she grabs onto my arm. I pulled her into my embrace as I pat her back smoothly. Whisper nothing but soft caring words.
“Is okay love.. your fine.. I’m here..”
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The distant wail of an approaching ambulance added to the chaotic symphony. In the background, the school's teacher and principal arrived, flanked by a police officer who took swift action against Isabelle's reckless act. Isabelle was led away, restrained, and destined for the police station.
Amid the chaos, y/n was carefully placed on a stretcher as paramedics took over. The urgency in their movements reflected the critical nature of the situation. Niki, visibly shaken but determined, accompanied y/n to the ambulance.
The flashing lights of the ambulance cut through the darkness as it sped towards the hospital. Y/n lay on the stretcher, consciousness fading in and out. Niki held onto her hand, still soft even with the tubs in it, his concern etched across his face. The paramedics worked diligently, monitoring y/n’s vital signs, battling against time.
At the hospital, the ER team swiftly took over. Niki, desperate for answers, waited anxiously outside. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on him. The others soon arrives as minutes stretched into an agonizing eternity. Finally, a doctor emerged. Everyone heart pounded as he awaited the verdict. The doctor's words were a mix of relief and concern
“Your the reason she’s alive right now. She’s fully conscious and safe. But the accident has fully affected her.” Isa and Hanni’s heart hurts just by listening to his words. “You may visit her but please be gentle with her.” The group thanked him as they walked into the room.
Isa and Hanni quickly walk in, seeing y/n still smiling even after the terrible accident made the girls burst into tears. Walking towards her as they hugged her carefully.
“You don’t even know how worry we were of you…” Hanni sobbed into y/n’s embrace. “My girls is okay I’m okay..thank you for being here..” y/n whispered as she continue to hug them. Intak and Ricky ripped both of the girls from you as they hugged you. “We were worried sick, we thought we were going to lose you..”, “You should thank Niki. He really saved you…” intak exclaimed as he moved aside, trying to collect his tears. You looked over and see the boy you fell in love months ago, soaked wet. He walks up to you, pulling you into his embrace. Still warm even thought he’s fully drained. Tears starts to flow into your eyes as you realized your currently alive with the people you love because of him.
“Thank you for saving me…”
“I will save you everyday my love..” He kisses your forehead as you melt into his warm arms.
“For your information, the others are coming soon.” Isa informed, groans filled the room as it’s going to turn chaotic once the others arrive.. at least you’re surrounded with love today..
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w1ldthoughts · 8 months
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Reservations and Redemption
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Synopsis: Jack and Zoey’s first date.
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From the very beginning of the night Zoey was reminded that this wasn’t some regular degular dinner date. There was a car ready to pick her up from her hotel right at 8pm like Jack said, and he’d be meeting her at the restaurant. A burly looking security guard awaited her when she arrived, walked her in through the back entrance and up the stairs to a private table next to a massive glass window, overlooking the city.
He was already sitting at the table waiting for her, wearing a brown short sleeve button down with white stripes on the collar and these adorable little glasses. His bright blue eyes shined brighter the moment she came into view.
“Thank you Mike.” Jack nods to the security guard, standing up to pull out the chair across from him. “Hi Zoey, you look amazing.”
The heat she felt on her cheeks made her want to melt into the floor. “Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself.” She responds, getting a slight chuckle out of him. “When I saw the security guard out there I definitely thought I would be meeting someone up here to sign an NDA before I got to you.”
“I usually save those for the second or third date.” He jokes. A waiter arrives soon after and brings them water as they look over the menu and make small talk. “Wait a minute, you work for David Tutera? My mom used to watch ‘My Fair Wedding’ and I’m not even gonna lie, I tuned in for a couple episodes. Those venues were all decked out and sexy. Definitely got me excited for my own wedding.”
“Yeah mine did too!” She smiled. “And it’s crazy to think about because I used to watch and hope that someday he’d plan my wedding if I had the money. Now that I’m here it’s a definite possibility.”
The rapper was getting more nervous by the minute. Zoey was gorgeous and successful and funny and honest. She was exciting and scary at the same time and he desperately needed some food in his system to push down the kaleidoscope of butterflies in his stomach.
“So…how’d you meet Normani? I saw that you two have been friends for a while now.”
The woman across from him takes a sip of her water. “Yeah we met at X-factor auditions when we were teens, immediately hit it off and have been inseparable since then.”
“You can sing?” His ears perk up. “Imma definitely keep that in mind for later. Have you sing me a lullaby or something to go to sleep one day.”
“I only sing for fun now, I’ve got a job I love and definitely enjoy and value my privacy even more being around Nor. Having to see the shit she deals with on a regular basis just makes me that much more grateful for the life I have.” She pauses as they both thank the waiter when their food comes out. “My job allows me to meet and interact with all of these amazing people, but the entire world doesn’t need to know my business.”
Jack sighs, nodding his head. “Privacy…my most prized possession. Not really something I considered when I started doing this but now that I’m here, I’m realizing how important it really is to separate your public persona from your personal life. Glad I get to escape to Louisville though and be home. I’d probably be the worst person in the world if I lived here full-time.” He explains.
“Yeah the little glimpse I saw of LA Jack a few days ago was enough. This version of you is so much better.”
His lips pulled into a grin and he let out a laugh. The mop of curls on top of his head shook slightly and she wondered if his hair was as soft as it looked. “You’re gonna make me apologize for that for the rest of my life aren’t you?”
“Oh absolutely.” She responded, watching him roll his eyes playfully.
After dinner was over and he paid, the man looked over at her, clearing his throat awkwardly. “I’m not ready for this date to end.”
“So this is a date? I thought this was an apology.” She teased.
“Can’t it be both? Either way, I don’t want this night to end yet.”
Zoey met his eyes and looked away immediately, staring out the window. “What did you have in mind?”
“Now that’s a surprise.” He winked, standing up to grab her hand which she happily accepted.
Mike escorted them down the same secret path she’d taken earlier. There was a different car waiting for them in the empty parking garage and the two hopped in the backseat. Within minutes they had arrived at their destination. The car pulled around to the side of the building and into another secluded parking lot. He was going to great lengths to make sure no one saw them and she appreciated that. Another muscled man joined Mike and the two led the way into a massive private theater room.
There were drinks in the corner, popcorn and blankets and the ceiling was decked out with constellations. Zoey almost had to physically pick her jaw up from the floor.
“You did all this?” She whispers, her voice incapable of upping the volume.
“I did.” He whispers back. “Let’s go sit.”
Of course he’d done his research and picked out ‘Crazy Rich Asians’ for them to watch. It was essentially the perfect romantic movie. The drama, the cute couple, the wedding scene? It was probably one of the most visually pleasing films she’d ever seen and that’s why she loved it so much. Halfway through the movie she was covered by this soft, fuzzy blanket wrapped in the arms of a six-time Grammy nominated artist silently wondering how the hell this even happened.
She could hear him softly humming along to “Can’t Help Falling in Love” making small circles on her shoulder. Zoey looked up at him, biting her lip. Jack took his other hand and ran it gently across her cheek with his thumb, taking a deep breath. Their faces were so close already that he could smell the sweet vanilla fragrance she used. He leaned in a little more but hesitated as soon as their lips touched because if he was already this far gone, the kiss would probably send him over the edge. Fuck it.
They started slow, small tender pecks that became a delicate tongue filled dance, leaving their bodies humming with excitement. His large hand cupped her face and she rested hers around his forearm, desperate for more physical contact. They were both surprised his glasses didn’t fall off. She was so warm to the touch that it almost felt familiar, like he’d been wandering around the world alone for a while and was finally back home. After what felt like an eternity, they broke apart, breathy giggles filling the room as he rested a hand on her hip and their eyes were back on the movie. Their minds were very much elsewhere.
Before she knew it the movie was over and the night had to end. She regretfully took his hand and stood up from her seat when Mike turned on the lights.
“We should do this again.” Jack said, his eyes looking a little sleepy even though his pulse was still racing. “Text me when you get back to your hotel so I know you’re good?”
She nodded and welcomed the innocent kiss he placed on her temple. He walked her all the way out the door without letting go of her hand and kissed her knuckles before she got in the car. That was one hell of an apology she thought to herself when the door closed.
Jack watched sadly as the car pulled out of the small parking lot. There was a small laugh behind him. “What could possibly be funny right now man?” He asked, looking butthurt.
Mike shook his head, “nothing J, you’re just sprung and it’s nice to see. You know Urban’s gonna be on your ass about it though right?”
“He already has been.” He says with a scoff, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. “I don’t know what the hell imma do Mike. I like her but you know I’m not a relationship guy.”
The car they’re taking back to the hotel comes into view. “Slow your roll Romeo, nobody said you were getting married tomorrow. Just take it one day at a time. We’ll head home in the morning, you'll figure yourself out and maybe make plans to see her again.” The security guard pauses, opening Jack’s door. “You do want to see her again, don’t you?”
“As soon as humanly possible.”
Is there anything above cloud 9? Because that’s how Zoey felt walking in the door.
“Come here right now and tell me everything.” Her friend didn’t even let her take two steps before hounding her about her night. “Was he nice? A gentleman? What did you guys do? Where did you go? Was the food good? Did you kiss? How—”
“Mani, breathe.” Zoey tells her, sitting next to her on the couch. “Yes he was nice. Very much a gentleman, we had dinner at 71Above and then went to this cozy little movie theater and it was just us in the room. We kissed and the food was great. Any other questions, your honor?”
Mani nods her head slowly, taking everything in while her best friend looks on in annoyance. “Anything you want to share with the class, Miss Hamilton?”
“No it’s just that DK and I knew that you two would hit it off and we can’t wait to double date.”
“Who says I’m going to date him? He’s a rapper who lives in Kentucky full time and probably has a revolving door of women that he entertains. I’m not an idiot, I don’t want to set myself up to get my feelings hurt by thinking I’m special.”
The singer raises her eyebrows at her friend’s assessment on the dilemma at hand. “But you have a little crush on him, don’t you?”
“No, I don’t. I had a good night but it was probably a one time thing.” Zoey assures her.
“Sure Zozo. Whatever you say…”
“I’m serious! Sorry about your double date fantasy but, it’s just not like that between us. I most likely won’t even see him again unless you or D have another party. And I do not have a crush on Jack Harlow.”
She definitely had a crush on Jack Harlow. And she was counting down the seconds until she got to see him again.
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hourcat · 12 days
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I cant believe i missed out on phoebe fic hour last night because i had to do something so silly as sleep
But imma try my luck and send one or two now, in case you decide to do some more at some point 🤭💕
Piarles + hook
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"What do you mean we should fish," Charles laughs disbelievingly, pushing himself up from his cushioned seat as the yacht beneath them bobs amicably, finally settled from the waves that they'd caused in getting here in the first place--"are you serious right now?"
Pierre adjusts his sunglasses for a moment to level a knowing look in Charles' direction, which gets ignored, before opening his mouth again: "it's a beautiful day, Cha, and there's no one else out here--what better way to enjoy this sunshine, no?"
Sure, if either of them had ever fished in their lives and Charles wasn't prickling with the untamed desire that always boils over in him whenever they're out together on the water during summer break--he's a little in shock, to be honest, that that is Pierre's first thought of how to spend the later part of their afternoon out here, and not...well.
"You wouldn't know what to do if I handed you a fish on a hook," Charles counters, attempting to keep the petulance out of his teasing, lest Pierre get a better idea of what he'd actually been thinking about doing to pass the time.
Of course, it's a fruitless attempt: Pierre's expression shifts in an instant, and Charles' face is suddenly burning with more than sun as his best friend strides across the deck easily, chuckling knowingly as he slides a finger beneath the waistband of Charles' swim shorts and replies, "I don't know, squid, but I think I have hooked something now."
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tarisilmarwen · 10 months
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Rebels Rewatch: “Droids In Distress”
Wacky droid hijinks and nostalgia abound, let’s get into it.
Now, this is an episode that for a different show would have been used as the pilot.  It’s got all the earmarks of a weekly serial testing out its tone and character dynamics, while acting with confidence like those are already established.
Note that this isn’t a bad thing.  It reminds me most of Teen Titans’s early Season One, there’s a certain kind of charm and innocence and an earnest attempt at convincing you, “Don’t worry, this will be a FUN show! :D”
Frankly starting off lighter eases you better into the world and characters so when things do get more serious and dramatic later you’re more invested because you’ve had more time to get endeared to the characters.
See also, Star Trek: Lower Decks, which had the audacity to end its Season Two on a cliffhanger, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MY SILLY COMFORT SHOW, YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE STAKES!
Anyway we open rather appropriately In Media Res with the notes of the TIE Fighter Attack track from A New Hope, which auditorily puts us right into that OT headspace. :)
Once again the tight writing very quickly establishes the situation: The Ghost is on the run from the Empire, in need of cash flow and supplies, they have to occasionally run weapons for someone shady, Ezra is Force Sensitive, and--perhaps most importantly for the later story arc--Kanan has been avoiding training him.
Boy I miss concise exposition like this.  So much story is already set up in some densely-worded dialogue.  (Not just Kanan’s reluctance to teach Ezra but also Zeb’s misgivings with working for Vizago given the uncertain nature of the weapons he deals in.)
Also don’t think I missed Ezra being most concerned with the fact that they are running out of food.
RIGHT SO I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW GIDDY I WAS THE FIRST TIME I WATCHED THIS BECAUSE ICKLE MINI TARI LOVED THE STAR TOURS RIDE AT DISNEYWORLD.  Seriously it was one of my top favorites.  Never rode the updated version (haven’t been back to DW in years) but the classic version was iconic for me.
And this is a cameo/Easter Egg that actually works in context because you don’t need to know anything about this droid pilot, he works organically in the story as he is without any background knowledge required.
Unlike many of the other cameos we could name in certain other Star Wars shows *COUGH*.
Threepio and Artoo on the flipside... Okay, I’m not quite sure how to articulate that it still works better than in aforementioned other shows but it does.  Again Imma chalk it up to, they just fit more organically into the plot and around these characters and also advance the bigger plot by introducing a thread that suggests the crew is going to be connected to the larger Rebellion, which pays off this Season Finale... instead of being a sideshow diversion disconnected from the main characters that may or may not make another appearance down the line sometime.  Maybe.
Side note of appreciation for Chopper gleefully taking right to his role of Public Nuisance Annoying Everyone (But Especially Ezra).  I don’t think there was much acting involved for either of them lol.
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XD
Still love how bouncy and dynamic the character animation was these early episodes.
Has that fun kid-friendly feel that lures you into a false sense of security lol.
Our first hint at Sabine’s backstory, cleverly hidden as part of her cover story.
I kinda like that Garel is close enough to Lothal that a very small shuttle is able to just ferry people back and forth in like twenty minutes.
Lol Zeb whapping Sabine because she’s laying it on too much.
One of the nice things about having low-stakes plots in the beginning is it allows room for lovely little breathing scenes like this one with Ezra leaping across the rooftops.  It’s not plot necessary, we could have easily just cut to him arriving at the other hanger, but it’s just... pleasant.
There’s some nice mood music (a very slowed down mellow Main Titles theme), some very mild action, and we feel a satisfied little thrill along with Ezra seeing just what he’s capable of already just knowing that he’s Force Sensitive.  This is the first time he’s consciously tapped into the Force and it’s just a little bit exciting.
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Just look at his face gkjhgkjh I’m so proud of him and all he did was some parkour.
Subtle animation detail appreciation: Zeb visibly shudders backing away from the crates.
I love Threepio throwing some indignant shade Sabine’s way with his “[...] if she is an amateur.” line.
We know Zeb is the muscle  of the group, that’s already established, but it’s still obvious in the voice acting and Zeb’s intense tossing of the Stormtroopers that he’s more agitated than normal.
Threepio being oblivious and fussy as per usual.
Please enjoy the Fridge Horror of knowing that the Empire was planning to mass-produce T7 ion disruptors and probably not for their starship-crippling properties. :)
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Ezra immediately backing off the hostility once he knows why Zeb’s upset. <333  He’s such an empath I love him.
See this is why I don’t understand people who hate Ezra.  Was he a little bratty this episode?  Sure, but also see how he lets that drop out of compassion once he understands the situation.
Also Ahsoka came onto the stage waaaaaaaaay brattier and a smug know-it-all to boot, just admit y’all hate the kid-appeal characters and refuse to let them be stupid and dumb in order to have some character growth.
Hera’s frustration when she hears that Kanan hasn’t been training Ezra. <333
Lol and love how there’s an immediate follow-up in the next scene.  I want to see the beginning of that conversation.
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Pryce gets name-dropped here for the first time.  Predictably Threepio is making a muck of things.  See, this is why no one tells you anything or trusts you with the mission Threepio.
Ezra has clearly dealt with underworld figures like Vizago before lol.
I do wonder if all of this is just a massive Batman Gambit by Artoo, because he seems to be completely unfazed by anything that’s happening.
The AT-DPs get quite a bit of focus in this series and I think their ubiquitous presence in the first season preps us mentally for the heavy upgrade that is the AT-ATs.
Love this shot tracking Hera as she shoots at the AT-DP, very frenetic with the blocking and the camera movements.
The duel between Kallus and Zeb is honestly better than some of the lightsaber fights don’t @ me you know it’s true.
This music cue when they launch the disruptors is a unique one, particular to only this moment I think, but I like it.
Aaaaaaand the first of many times Kallus gets yeeted with the Force.  Lol.
See Sequel Trilogy, this is the general powerset of someone who only just learned they were Force Sensitive and hasn’t had any training. /salt
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Kanan seems very surprised and amazed by what Ezra can already do without any formal guidance.  This’ll play into his insecurities later, his whole thing about how Ezra’s powers are growing faster than he can teach.
I think it’s safe to assume Ezra had a lot of latent natural talent that he’d been unconsciously using this whole time that just needed a tiny push to begin manifesting in earnest.
Again, though, Sequel Trilogy, all we unlock is basic shit like Force Sense, Force Jump, and Force Push.
Not surprising Kanan went to fetch Zeb, he’s about the only one even close to Zeb’s height lol.
Kanan looks so proud of Ezra, aww.
More lovely work with the subtle expressions; Kanan’s smile fades and his eyes drop a bit.  Like he realizes, “Oh boy, now I gotta face all my inadequacies and problems.”  Love it.  Love that it’s episode two and we’ve already established so many of the upcoming character arcs.
Hi Bail!
Luke’s theme closing us out once again, apropos given where we are and who we’re with.
For our first “official” non-pilot episode, this is a solid entry.  As I said, establishes a whole bunch about the characters and their relationship dynamics and upcoming arcs and plot points.  It’s also very fun, sets the general early tone of “Adventure and excitement but not too much... yet.” and the animation continues to impress in small ways, mostly the dynamic shot choices, camera angles and movements and the subtlety of emotion displayed on faces.
Coming back to this one always just leaves me with a warm feeling like, “Aahhh yes, back when everything was innocent.”  It definitely plays up the nostalgic feeling of the OT, which was always one of Rebels’ strengths as a show.
Next time, one of the many “filler” episodes that come back in an important and unexpected way in the finale.  You’d think, given the number of Avatar: The Last Airbender alums on the project, fandom would know better than to discount the seemingly light-hearted low-stakes disconnected episodes. XD
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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year
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Ree Saw Her Husband Jack Harlow and possibly signed an NDA 🤭
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Aight so boom!
My outfit was inspired by Urban but yall probably won't see it but just know a bitch was looking good as fuck 😌😘
Me and my middle sister Shantai get there at The Anthem and the line is long as SHIT to get in so I was like fuck outta here imma sit my ass down
But before that when we were in my car about to park in the garage, I saw the back of Urban outside.
I'd recognize that head of curls anywhere.
He dodged me the rest of the night 🙄
Okay back to where I was
Yall why she take me to this bougie ass French restaurant and she ordered some fucking liver mousse 🤢🤮
I was up in that bitch eating bread to absorb the alcohol I was consuming lmaoooo
Aight so it's 7:25 when we go in and I hit the merch stand for the first time (I went back after the show 😭) and I am in fucking shambles because I basically want one of everything but I was a responsible adult! I only spent 235 in total in merch but we'll get to that part
I think I did good
I wanted more
I woulda bought the man himself if I could
We find our seats and it's nothing but black girls in my row
FUCKING YES IT'S ABOUT TO BE LIT
BLACK GIRL MAGIC ON DECK
Okay The Homies came out and I lost it when they did Shake because uh my ass was definitely shaking lmaooo
The City Girls were AMAZING
I wanna ride Jackman like a rodeo
Anywayyyyyy
Shantai went fucking wild during their set
I mean the bitch's curls fell out
She was sweating
Twerking on the railing of the balcony lol
I know my limits
I was like nahhh I'm saving my energy for my husband
Her ass was done when it was time for Jack
YALLLLLLLLL
I THOUGHT I WAS ABOUT TO FALL OUT ON THE SPOT WHEN HE HIT THE STAGE 😭😭
This was my first time seeing him AND A BITCH WAS IN SHAMBLES
I was like OKAY GLASSES!
You better go head white boy!
Okay soooo the people in my section uhh..
I feel as though they only knew First Class and What's Poppin because when I tell yall my fucking ass knew EVERY LYRIC
Jack was like where my day ones at? Who was fucking with me before the beard?
I yelled for him to bring back the pornstache and I yelled Confetti and Loose supremacy 😂🤣
BITCHHHHH
WHEN I HEARD SUNDOWN AND GHOST I WAS LIKE JACKMAN GIMME THE MIC! WE BOTH ABOUT TO DO THIS SHIT.
Okay and we're vibing right?
The people in GA down below were throwing drinks, fighting, fainting and people getting kicked out.
I was like whew chile the GHETTO
Jack has the voice of an angel 😇
Oh and apparently someone fell over the barricade? But I didn't see it
Ummm when Jack asked 'where are all my nurses at?' Before he went into 21C/Delta, my entire row pointed at me lmaooo 😭😭😭
Jack was like he might move to d.c. to take a stroll and look at the cherry blossoms.
Bitch, that sounded like a marriage proposal to Ree, okay?
We can take a stroll alright 😏🤭
Okay um, live band?
YESSSSSSS
LIKE A BLADE OF GRASS WANTS SUNLIGHT, I JUST WANT THAT ASS
Top tier
And he gonna fuck the earrings off of me because my hoops were big as shit lmao
POISON WAS WRITTEN FOR ME!
Ummm him and that damn hose lol
He gonna ask a girl if she's hot and proceeded to spray THE FUCK outta her lmaoooo
If a concert consisted of me listening to Jack talk for hours, sign a bitch up
I feel like I'm missing so many details but...
Bottom line is I had so much fun and I can't wait to see him again!
He deserves all of the success coming his way 🥺
And.... ya girl just might have signed an NDA 🤭😏
Probably one of the only videos where I'm not screaming and I'll upload it later
OHH and a bitch just about lost her voice 😭😭
I got like 5 shirts, hoodie, and a tote bag
It's aight
I get paid Friday anyway lmaoooo
Jack is worth it 🥰
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tealenko · 1 year
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Didn't Have the Heart (Chapter 6)
Chapter 6: Sorry to Interrupt
Hooooo! Yeah, I know, I'm late as fuck... But I'm writing a 4 fics so be patient with me please XDDDD Anyways... Happy holidays people!!! Here's my gift to you. Common, 6 out of 10 chapters... Only three to go (Next one will be hilarious... Last two will have smut) so stay tuned!! Hope you like it!!
Summary: After calling him drunk in the middle of the night, and cursing him for stopping her first kiss with Kaidan, Shepard finally goes to speak with Joker the morning after the party is over.
Words: 5012 Rating: Teens and up Warnings: language and drinking
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Shepard power walks to the elevator, their last conversation still echoing in her head as she gets into it.
I guess I deserve it… For deciding to have a human as my best friend.
Garrus’ words linger in her ears only for a moment, but they are powerful enough to torture her in an endless loop of pain and sorrow.
…as my best friend.
She shakes her head, in an attempt to get rid of the memory, but she only manages to invite one more to make it company.
Oh, come on Dee! You don’t fool anyone... You love me and you know it!
Shepard rests her back against the wall, concentrates on her breathing and then, as the elevator door closes, she proceeds to number the seconds she spends in there, focusing on deep inhales and exhales while her heartbeat slows down along with the countdown, a technique she’s been perfecting for half her life now.
One.
Two. 
Three.
Four.
Five.
And she gets to the main deck.
The door opens and the noises coming from outside the elevator start to bring her back to reality.
“Stepping out?”
The sudden appearance of the young comm specialist speeds the process even more, managing to muffle all the feelings and memories instantly, thanks to the unexpected encounter.
“Erm, yes.” She confirms, while switching places with her. “I’m going to the bridge, before I change my mind…”
“What?”
“Don’t mind me, Traynor.” Shepard quickly parries, changing the topic of the conversation before anything else slips out of her mouth. “How about you? Taking a well deserved rest?”
“Yes!” She replies with excitement, completely forgetting about everything else. "Gonna see if anyone wants to play a game of chess…”
The doors of the elevator start to close, but Samantha quickly moves her hand to keep them open a little longer.
“Maybe… Care to join me later?” She asks in a half-begging tone of voice, excited to see Shepard taking interest in her. “I’ll let you play white… I won’t even try to win.”
Shepard gives her a tired smile before answering.
“As much as I’d like to take my revenge, I’m gonna have to decline the offer.”  She replies, completely unaware of the pain that her words are inflicting. “Duty calls. You know, the less glamorous part of the job.”
She laughs a little at her own comment, before seeing the expression on her friend’s face, causing her to question her own sentences, to see if there was something offensive in them.
After scouting their short conversation, and not finding anything that stands out, she decides to keep talking in order to see if that will cheer her up.
“Perhaps another time?” Shepard inquires, making her smile a little. “Next time we’re on leave, eh?” She adds to the deal. “You can even try to win.”
Her words warm Samantha’s heart, who accepts her offer without a second thought. 
“Well then, Imma search for someone to train with.” She adds before the doors start to close again. “Not that I need it though.”
“Right, we’ll see who has the last laugh.”
This time around Samantha doesn’t stop the elevator and, after saying goodbye with a quick smile, she heads to the crew deck, leaving Shepard behind who, after taking a pause to add ‘chess training’ in the to do list of her omni-tool, resumes her path and heads to the bridge of the Normandy.
Once she’s on the threshold she stops for a second before stepping in, hesitating if she should really talk to Joker at all. However, the decision it's made for her before she has the time to choose her next step.
“Hello Shepard.” EDI greets her, turning her chair to look at her. “I’ve been meaning to ask you… Would you grant me permission to scan you?”
She stares at the IA, with a confused look on her face, frowning her eyebrows for a couple of seconds as she attempts to collect her own thoughts.
“Why..?” It’s the only thing she’s able to answer or, better said, to ask.
“Jeff said humans do not enjoy being tested without consent…”
“No…” Shepard cuts her, a little too afraid to ask how the two of them got into that conversation in the first place. “I mean why do you want to scan me.”
“Ah, of course. I’m only curious.”
“You’re… Curious?” She asks EDI, finding it hard to believe that the IA is able to develop this kind of behavior.
“In reality it’s more complex than that. A compilation of subroutines and methods that link to a pre-programed system whose only function is to encourage me to seek out different and or new procedures to learn more about organics lifeforms… ‘Curious’ is just the simplified term I use so that it is more relatable to the receptor end of these kinds of conversations.”
“Translation,” Joker says right away, “it’s her way of lowering herself to talk to us, filthy humans.”
He laughs at his own comment, but not for long, quickly overtaken by EDI’s comeback.
“Only so that I can overrule you more efficiently, Jeff...”
“What are you teaching her, Joker?” Shepard sighs and shakes her head a couple of times. “You’re a terrible influence, you know that?.”
“I do my best.” He replies, while turning his chair around to face her, with a triumphant smile on his face. “Speaking of bad influences…”
She groans and rubs her temples a couple of times.
“By the way you look… I’m assuming you spent last evening with mr. Vega?”
“Ufff… Don’t remind me of it please.” Her stomach grumbles as she says this, asking for some food to counter the insane amount of alcohol she got into her system the previous night. “I’m assuming this is what you were curious about, EDI?”
“Yes.” She instantly confirms. “There aren't many records of humans surviving after drinking ryncol. Nor where they manage to keep consuming alcohol right after… And less along with the ability to keep up with this pattern for hours after its ingestion.”
“You were drinking ryncol!?” Joker asks her, basically confirming the thesis of EDI’s statement.
“Of course I drinked ryncol...” Shepard replies, faking to be offended. “Do you know me at all?”
"I...” Laughing is the only thing Joker is able to do, and now is his turn to shake his head for a few seconds in disbelief.
In the meantime, EDI assumes that Shepard’s initial reaction to her question is enough to grant her all the permission she needs. 
So, without further consent, she proceeds to take her scan while Joker keeps trying to understand everything going on, adding this commotion to the hundred of confused thoughts he gathered the previous night, when Shepard called him extremely drunk, while replaying the whole conversation in his head.
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The sound of his omnitool beeping scared him at the beginning.
He hardly ever gets calls by a private channel, let alone by Shepard, so his reaction when he saw her name blinking in an orangy tone across his arm really surprised him, to say the least.
“Hey Commander.” He greeted her with care, wondering what she had to discuss that couldn’t go through the usual comm system of the ship.
“Hey...” She laughed for a second, and then, out of the blue, she stopped dry, allowing a strange silence to build between them. “How could you?” She finally asked.
“What?” To say he was confused falls short to explain what the pilot felt in that precise moment. “Everything okay, Shep?”
“No… Everything it’s not ok… okay.” He heard a little bit of rumble and a short hiccup before she gave it a second attempt and finally managed to finish her sentence. ”Not okay.”
“Wait, Shepard… Are you drunk?” He said in return, still not truly believing what was happening.
“Kinda… Don’t change the subject you… You know, right? What you did… Back, in the first Normandy.”
“I…” Joker fell silent, not knowing what to do, until a quick wave of realization hit him and made him regain his ability to speak. “I… I’m sorry, Shepard. I am. Truly.” 
His voice quivered, which made him stop for a second in order to clear his throat, getting the needed time to understand what she was really talking about.
“Maybe we should talk about it in a more private environment, and not with you… Well, drunk.” 
Everything started to make sense in his head: the private call, why she only had the guts to tell him after a few drinks… So, despite his hesitation, he sighed and got ready to speak again. 
“But… You’re right, and I’m sorry Shepard. I… I should’ve left… It’s my fault.” He made another pause. “It’s my fault that you...”
Shepard cut him right away, derailing Joker of his line of thought to hit him with the simple and way less serious reality of what was truly happening.
“That!? Oh no… That’s shit that happens… No. I’m talking about you totally cockblocking me the first time I was going to hook up with Kaidan.” 
“Wait, what the fuck?” A strong noise blasted through the call, scaring him a little before realizing that what he was hearing was the combined laughter of a few people, recognizing James’ among them.
“Ay… You wer…” He hears in the distance through his omnitool, still too shocked to say anything.
“Oh that’s awesome… You should go and get your revenge Shep.” He overheard Garrus saying between snorts before he actually managed to intervene.
“What the hell is happening ther…” It’s all he got to say before the call broke apart, leaving the poor Joker even more confused, if possible.
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“Thank you, Commander.” Joker overhears EDI while his mind returns slowly to the present.
“You’re welcome, I guess…”
“So,” he interrupts, after putting all his ideas in order, starting to assemble all the pieces of the puzzle back together, “are you going to tell me what happened yesterday or I’m gonna have to force it out of you?”
“Like you’d be able.” He smiles at her comment and, after combing her hair backwards, she does the same, taking a moment before finishing her sentence. “But don't worry, you won’t have to…”
“No?”
“Nah… I kinda came here to explain myself. How am I doing so far?”
“Not bad… For a normal human being.” He replies, stopping to think about it for a second. “Explendid, terrific even, if we use your usual instinctive behavior as a guideline.”
“Right… Yeah…” 
She’s unable to deny his last statement, so she just agrees and smiles at him, taking a deep breath before she goes into the thick of it, getting ready for what’s to come.
“Where should I start?” Shepard asks, talking more with herself than with the rest of the people in the room. 
“I think you should do it as a band-aid, Shepard. Quick and painful.”
She laughs at his comments and nods her head a couple times, agreeing with him.
“Good idea.”
“I’m ready whenever you are.” Joker tells her, talking a bit faster than usual, full of expectation and overall curiosity.
“Okay then… Band-aid time.” She smiles again before taking one last deep breath. This time around, she thinks she’s gonna definitely need it.
“So the thing is…” 
But she doesn’t.
She stops talking, almost as a reflex of her usual behavior.
“Sorry… Let me try again.” 
Joker nods, and she gives it another try.
“We were just… Erm…”
He looks at her with incredulity, a part of him finding it hard to believe that this woman in front of him, who is used to all kinds of crazy and impossible things, is unable to talk about anything related to her feelings or personal life without having difficulties to get the job done. 
“Yeah?” He asks her, with a mischievous tone in his voice.
“Just…” She stops trying for a second and grunts, annoyed both at herself and the pilot. “You are enjoying this, right?”
“Call me crazy, Shepard. But I do prefer to see you struggling to function than to witness a threatening call at 2 a.m while, apparently, completely drunk on ryncol. Which still amazes me, by the way.”
“Hm…” She gives him a dry laugh. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that… That’s kinda why I’m here.”
“What on earth happened yesterday, Shepard?”
“Ahh…” She sighs before finally surrendering. “I found Vega, Garrus and Kaidan ultra drunk, playing some stupid game and, against my better judgment, they somehow managed to convince me to join them… So yeah…”
Her stomach grumbles a second time, being the only thing that fills in the silence that conquers the room for what almost seems like an endless half a minute.
“I see…” He finally says, after processing it all. “Well… I cannot say that I don’t know what that’s like. I’ve been a victim of mr. Vega’s power of persuasion before, and I have my wallet as a witness to prove it, so I kinda get you Shep. Don’t worry about it.”
He smiles at her, trying to ease her worries.
“Okay then… I’m glad we’ve been able to… Clarify that.”
Shepard is about to turn and walk away but she isn’t fast enough to avoid the topic Joker’s been dying to discuss since the moment he got that call.
“Did I really interrupt you and Kaidan back on the good old days?” He asks, trying his best to tame the big grin forming on his face.
“Argg..” She grunts again and sighs. “I was hoping you would let me get away without talking about that…”
“Yeah right!” Joker snorts. “Do you know me at all?”
Shepard starts laughing, amused by the way her friend has been able to turn her own comment against her.
“Right.” She replies, finally giving up and accepting her reality. “Yeah, that truly happened… Great timing, by the way.” She adds, with a faint smile. “But then again, what’s new about that?”
“My survival instinct is telling me to nod and just ignore your last comment as a whole.”
“Well… It had to kick in sooner or later, Joker.”
Just as it was all silence only moments ago, now the room fills with laughter all of a sudden, with the two friends enjoying each other's comment for what seems the shortest minute of their lives.
“If it serves you for something…” He finally adds after calming down. “Sorry for the interruption.”
“Oh, gee… Thanks Joker.” She replies, still not truly believing that really happened, even after three years of general madness. “It’s okay, though, it was the alcohol talking… I’ve never really wanted to kill you, it was just a form of speech.”
“Sorry, what!?”
Shepard breaks into laughter.
“Ah, true… You didn’t… Well, don’t worry about it.”
She pats his seat a couple of times and nods, with a big smile on her face, and turns around to walk away.
“So… Are you planning to get back on that train, Shep?”
Shepard stops dry and turns once again, looking at her friend with a confused look on her face.
“What train?” She asks, completely unaware of what it’s about to hit her.
“You know… The Kaidan Alenko train.” Joker laughs on the inside at the thought of his next comment, getting ready to execute the gesture that accompanies it. “Next stop: Disappointment and desertion. Chuuu, chuuu~~” 
If looks could kill, Joker would drop dead even before lowering the arm he just used to mimic the train’s whistle. Nevertheless, and luckily for him, Shepard somehow manages to tame all her emotions into a simple question.
“I’m getting you aren’t fond of the Major, Jeff?”
There isn’t any hint of anger or resentment in her statement, but he knows, just by the mere mention of his name, that her true feelings about the whole situation are way different to the ones he supposed she would have at the beginning.
Joker stares at her for a couple of seconds, thinking about her question, and feeling somehow sorry that she hasn’t taken his comment as he expected, fearing to have wounded his friend when he only wanted to make a joke in the form of a sarcastic comment.
“Look, I have nothing against Kaidan.” He finally says, looking around the room for a couple of seconds before returning his eyes to her. “In fact, we are old friends… He’s even helping me with my poker struggles…”
He laughs a little, letting some of the tension vanish away from his body.
“What I’m not fond about… Is what I saw a year ago. That’s all”
Shepard is quiet the whole time, listening to him. Afterall, this is not her first time having to endure this type of speech from some of her friends so, as Joker keeps talking, she just stays silent, patiently putting together the same list of arguments she’s used on what seem like countless occasions by now.
“I know we weren’t in the position to throw parties but I mean… Holy shit, Shepard. And…” 
He makes a pause there. 
She can tell he’s thinking about whether he should continue talking, which surprises her a little, being used to his way of behaving without giving anything a second thought, despite how serious the given situation was.
“You… You were devastated, and I think…” He takes another second there. “I think you know… Kaidan is not gonna change. He’s always going to put the Alliance before you.”
She smiles for a moment.
That’s a new one. She thinks before answering him. “I’m not asking him to do it.”
“I just…” He sighs, examining her calmness, trying to process her mood and her words. “I just want you to be careful… That’s all.”
Shepard stares at Joker for a while, furrowing her brows, trying to take the hidden message behind his words but, after a few seconds, she relaxes, gifting his friend a sweet and honest smirk.
“Okay…” She replies, smiling even more. “And thanks, by the way.”
“For what?”
“For worrying…”
“Shut up.”
He is the one smiling now, still not truly believing the outcome of their conversation, replaying everything in his head as quickly as he’s able to see if he’s missed something along the way.
“EDI, would you let me speak with Joker for a minute? Alone.”
“My platform only serves as a…”
“Yeah. I know, I know. You’re everywhere.” She laughs at her own comment befroe continuing. “You’re going to hear us even if your body isn’t here… I’m aware of that. But, I don’t know.... We humans… Tend to feel more comfortable in smaller groups, I guess.”
“I see. Let me add that to my database.” She stands up from her usual seat and nods. “I’ll give you some room, Commander.”
“Thanks, EDI.”
“Oh. And allow me to wish you and Major Alenko the best.”
“Wait… So it’s true, then. You and Kaidan are a thing.” 
Shepard nods. He turns to look at EDI.
“And you already knew, didn’t you?”
“Of course I knew, Jeff. After all, I’m everywhere.” She gives him a faint smile. “I’ll let you talk about it.” 
While Joker looks at her walking away, marveled and a bit hypnotized by the wit of her comeback, Shepard takes the opportunity to sit down on her seat and give the imminent conversation a more casual tone.
“So… Kaidan, then. That’s what you wanted to talk about?” He laughs a little, turning his chair to face her. “Are you aware this gives me endless ammo to tease both you and the major?”
“Yeah…” She sighs and smiles as she leans backwards a little, getting comfortable on her seat. “I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem.”
“You think so little of my skills, Shepard?”
She starts laughing right away, which instantly makes him smile, glad to see her this relaxed for what seems like the first time in forever.
“Please, Joker… Yup, you’re a complete pain in the ass sometimes…” She says, still laughing, making a pause to readjust her posture and sit indian style. “But, I mean… Good luck with coming up with something better than Vega.”
“He knows?”
“Yeah… That’s what yesterday’s fuss was about.” Shepard sighs while using both hands to comb hair backwards, still struggling to understand everything that happened the previous night. “ Basically, Garrus and James got Kaidan drunk just to get info out of him and I got caught in the eye of the hurricane, sort of speak… And, well… As you witnessed, things went wild. Ayyy… I still can't believe they managed to convince me… ”
“I can’t even picture it, if we’re being real here.” He adds in between laughter. “How did that happen?”
“Erm… To be honest…” She takes a second. “I was horny and thirsty.” Joker almost chokes at her comment, too shocked to know how to laugh but too amused to remember how to keep breathing. “And those two morons made Kaidan drink too much to be able to take care of the first thing… So, I decided to take care of the second one on my own and, subsequently, I started drinking…”
“...” He stares at her, not wanting to interrupt her, now that she’s finally talking, and also, not knowing what else he could add to improve on that statement that she hasn’t said already.
“... And the drinking led to more drinking, and the more drinking turned into a stupid game, that I totally won, by the way, and then… Then… Well, let's just say that you’re not the first in my apology round today.”
“Called more people last night?”
“Nah, said some strong stuff to the dynamic duo in order to make them run away.”
“Wow… You’re a force of nature when you drink, Shepard.”
“Well… They deserved it. But yeah… It was a bit out of line even if they…”
“They what?” He asks, very curious about the whole thing. “What did they do to piss you off?”
“The same fucking thing you did three years ago…” Shepard snorts. “Jee, I swear… I don’t ask for much in this life, but it would be nice if you guys didn’t try to meddle in mine every time I have the slightest intention of banging Alenko.”
The sound that comes out of Joker after hearing that is almost indescribable. A mix between cough, laughter and choking on equal parts at the beginning that, after a few seconds of these three battling one another, leaves room to crown the second one as the winner, leading the poor pilot into what seems like an endless stream of snorts, chuckles and giggles.
“Shep, you cannot do these things to me.” He says, once he’s able to speak again, resting his right hand on top of his chest and losing sight of the vast space for a second. “You’re gonna make me break a rib or something.”
“You asked…” She adds with a big smile on her face, giving him time to compose himself.
“And here I was, thinking my survival instincts were finally working…”
“I wouldn’t be you, then.”
Shepard stands up and walks to his seat, resting part of her weight on his chair while staring in the opposite direction he’s looking at.
“Thanks, Commander… I needed something like this.” He tells her once she’s near, leaning a little to be even closer. “And sorry again for… Interrupting you.”
“It’s okay… Makes for a good story, at least.”
“Right.”
Shepard smiles one last time and takes a couple of steps, ready to walk away, but something inside her stops her at the threshold and keeps her from using her usual tactics.
She waits frozen for a couple of seconds, getting lost in her train of thoughts, which isn’t new to her. 
Something inside her body, that she’s recently located near her chest, has been trying to fight against her brain and, for weeks now, maybe months, every time she attempts to ignore her problems, avoid a difficult topic or run away from her past, she’s been noticing a strange force that keeps pulling from her heart, desperately trying to make her stay and face it all.
This time around, she isn’t surprised by its appearance, but by the fact that she’s starting to listen to it .
And now, against all odds, before her brain is able to yell at her to walk away, her body takes a life of its own and turns around, walking all the way back next to Joker, who turns his head to look at her, surprised to see her, once again, standing by his side.
“You okay?”
“Yeah… I’m okay. I mean…”
“Having everything in consideration and all that kind of stuff?”
“That, yeah.” She gives him a nervous smile, all of her body getting ready for what she wants to tell him. “I am okay but… You were right before… I didn’t use to… Not a year ago.”
His smile disappears from his face and he just stares at her, afraid she will stop talking if he does any sudden movement.
“But you were also wrong, Alenko didn’t have anything to do with it…” She thinks about it for a second before rectifying her statement. “Well, maybe a little but not the way you imagine…”
She sighs, starting to get a little bit mad at herself.
Communicating her feelings, even on the more basic forms of expression, has always felt complicated to her. So this attempt to share something that any normal person would struggle with, is slowly eating her up.
Nevertheless, she decides to go all in and keep going forwards, resolved to finish what she wants to say.
“Well, nevermind Kaidan right now… That’s not what I was trying to say.”
Joker smiles at her a little and nods, doing his best to support her without using words.
“I was trying to say that, the real reason why I was so miserable, to the point where I nearly drunk myself into my bed almost every night for a year, is… Because…”
She shakes her head a couple of times and takes a deep breath.
The tension builds around them for an eternity.
And then she says it.
“Cerberus.”  
He keeps looking at her in silence, but his mouth drops open a little, starting to rearrange the pieces of a puzzle that he thought was already completed.
“All of it… Because of Cerberus. And… I’m not gonna add more than that, cause, to be completely honest, I don’t think I’m physically able right now, but… ” She laughs, relaxing a little, now that the worst part is over. “You’ve read my story, you’ll be able to fill in some of the blancs on your own…”
“...”
“So, yeah…”
“...”
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” She half asks half screams at him when he doesn’t answer, not knowing what else to do or say.
“I’m struggling a bit here, Shepard. How am I supposed to follow that?” He chuckles a little and sighs. “I’m not used to getting this serious, you know?”
“Well, welcome aboard the emotionally damaged train.” She says without losing a second, as a rogue smile appears on her face. “Next stop: avoidance and sarcastic comments.”
The train comment gets now, provided by the pilot, the laughter that Joker was expecting to receive  the first time around, lasting even longer than he could have ever imagined.
“You should’ve done the chu chu sound too, Shep.” He states between giggles, quickly transforming her smirk into a big laugh too.
“You told me you didn’t want to break a rib so… Make up your mind.” 
“Right. You’re right, Shepard, as always.” He agrees with her while clearing a tear of his eye. “And about Kaidan…”
She gives him a soft pat on the shoulder and smiles at him.
“Yeah?”
“I’d say you seem quite happy…”
“I am happy.”
“Then… So am I.” He laughs a little. “Glad you cleared things up, by the way, I always thought… Well, nevermind. I was wrong… Never been so happy to be so.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool…” She nods and smiles one last time. “Now that’s out of the way I wa…”
“You want me to keep it to myself?”
“Well, I…” Shepard laughs a little. “I was actually going to ask you to head to quarian space, God knows I cannot delay that shitshow any longer… But that would be nice too.”
“Ha, you got it… Both things.”
“Thanks.”
She starts walking away, one more time. And, one more time, she’s stopped at the threshold. Not by her body, on this occasion, but by Joker, who, still looking into the endless universe, takes this opportunity to say something she wasn’t expecting to hear, especially from him.
“No, thank you.” He says, in a softer tone than his usual one. “I know it wasn���t easy and… Despite the fact that I seem like I don’t appreciate the effort, I truly do… So, whenever you need it…”
“Joker…”
He gives her a sincere and pure smile before continuing, shrugging at the same time.
“I know, I know. I’m not the easiest person to talk to but… I’ll do my best.” 
She replies with one of her own.
“Good to know… And same here, If you ever want to. You know that, right?”
“Sure.”
“So if you ever wanna talk…”
Shepard gives him a final pad on the shoulder to say goodbye, deepening her smile even more in order to seal their whole conversation, ready for it to come to an end and go back to the real world.
“Just make sure it isn’t in a moment where EDI says I’m not available, okay Jeff?”
He starts laughing yet again, giving her a nod as a goodbye, unable to put it into words.
He is still giggling when she starts to walk away, heading back to carry on with her duties, but he’s somehow able to half scream a final answer so that she can overhear it through all the noise coming from the main deck. 
“Well, let’s hope my survival instinct kicks in if that ever happens.”
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Yaaaaaay~~ Wrote some of this half drunk after a christmas dinner so I apologize if something doesn't make sense. I'm so excited and terrified to write the next one (not to give away too much but the premise is: Traynor, Vega and Kaidan in the same room... With her complaining bout the fact that she has a major crash and doesn't know how to tell her) As I told you... This one is going to be fun. Okay then, thanks for all (and for reading this XDDD) see you on the next one!! ~~tea
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It’s Ray—your local Arbian teen that’s stranded in Vira. Look I got some important questions here mainly are tarot readings future tellings or can they, I dunno, locate people? Like you some mystic or something? We got those. You know what, imma assume you are. Mystic space-cadead is your new name. Your welcome.
My family has been missing?? Like they said they would be back in three weeks, um but it’s been five. Not open to depressive future readings you can shove those up your ass, and I mean that in the nicest way possible. Also not open to vaguely nice future readings. Naw fam. I am here for the *facts.* But if we must choose between the two then I guess vaguely nice it is.
Are you able to use these cards or something to tell me where they are?? Is it necessary for me to drag their crazy asses out of Arbia? Do I need to be making exciting and irresponsible deals with their potential captors. I am *open* to suggestions. You can use *anything* that is useful.
If giving me irresponsible life advice are not what tarot readings are for, what if we pretended they were? Come on. I need suggestions people. Cough it up mystic space-cadead.
*blinks*
Based on the very first line I'm taking this in absolutely the most best faith way possible and running with it. Becausr Ray has... quite the personality hahaha. Very abrasive. I was quite thrown to be honest.
Also in this case, it would be Mystic Nadia, since that's who is giving the reading here ^^ though she prefers Diviner.
(Also yes I have heard tarot being used to find things but fuck me if I actually know how it works?)
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She wasn't expecting a sudden tirade when she opened the door, but the words fall out of the boy's mouth before she can even say hello. She has half a mind to slam the door in his face--that'll show the brat--but a sudden thought stills her aching limbs. Through the typical teenage maelstrom of emotions radiating from him, he reminds her of Ines. Her heart twists at the thought.
“Fine,” she says. The door widens until there’s enough of a gap for Ray to slip through. Still, shock ripples through Nadia when the boy barges past. Before she can tell him to sit, he's already flopped down onto one of her chairs. The fabric coughs up dust under his weight, enough to make her grimace.
She shuts the door, jamming her hip against it to make sure it closes. It's a movement she'll pay for later, she knows, but something tells her the extra caution is warranted.
"I'm not a mystic," she says by way of apology as she picks her way through her disorderly living room. "I think the closest we get around here is prophets, or Diviners. That's what I am, a Diviner. Or, will be." Noting the boy's aggressive skepticism, she rushes to continue, "But I can try to help all the same. Tarot is... well, it's many things. Mostly a tool. Some tools are not suited for all jobs. That said..."
Nadia takes the tin at her side and pops it open. The cards slip in her hands. Starting to shuffle, she thinks on Ray's words and ponders how to translate them.
It's as she's deep in thought that a card contorts, flipping itself so it faces the opposite way of all the others. She stops shuffling to examine it.
She can't help it. She laughs.
"The Nine of Cups," she says, showing Ray the smirking figuring on the card standing in front of nine overflowing cups. "Overflowing happiness. Somehow, I think this is a shot at you for saying you don't want vaguely nice readings. Tarot... can have a mind of its own."
Ray does not look amused. She starts to shuffle again.
Before long, she cuts the deck in half and draws a card. Another, softer snort escapes.
"Ten of Wands," she says, revealing a card of a figure in a lightning storm, crown shattering on their head. Ten sticks form a web behind them. "A near-opposite response."
Nadia tucks the card back into the deck. "I do apologize for this. I think the deck is having fun with your... uncouth behavior." In the back of her mind, she thinks Simone would be proud of her use of the word "uncouth". It has a nice ring, she must admit.
Ray is still not amused. With a nervous chuckle, Nadia shuffles the deck a third time. She does so slowly, hand over hand, brow furrowed as she focuses on Ray's question.
Finally, she cuts the deck and pulls a third card. She doesn't have time to smother her confusion.
"Huh."
She sets the cards down, chewing on her lip. The third card she's pulled depicts a lounging horned figure pulling floral sheets close to them. A brilliant moon illuminates them from behind. Still staring at the card, she says, "Do you even have a plan for how you would get your family back?"
Nadia winces. The phrasing was perhaps a bit harsh. She tries again. "Rather, here's the sense I'm getting. Given your speech at the beginning, I'm sure you have some semblance of an idea of what you would do. Why haven't you done it yet? From my standpoint, it appears you need to knuckle down, make up an actual plan, and then see it through. That's what the Knight of Pentacles is all about.
"A final word," she adds as Ray stands up. "Your solution is not perfect. There will be consequences. You must be prepared to accept them." Then, softer, "And good luck."
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*Puts finger on chin* Can Percy get a rec letter from Poseidon since he’s his dad?
If not my bets are on Apollo (unless he was busy being a human at this time), or otherwise maybe Hestia? Hephaestus?
Idk the deets but I would love to see Dionysus be the final recommendation. Like a surprise one.
Percy writes him off as a chore and can’t find a third god to be give him a recommendation and Mr D is just sitting at the Big House porch, and Percy looks at him and decides fuck it imma ask.
“Hey Mr D”
“What is it Perry?” Mr D doesn’t look up as he arranges his pinochle cards.
Percy swallowed back a retort.
“Mr D. I was wondering if you could write me a letter of recommendation for New Rome University,” the god’s hands stilled and he looked up. An eyebrow slowly raised and Percy could feel the heat rising up his neck.
“Clearly I’m your last resort,” he snorted, crossing his arms and leaning back on his deck chair.
“No, I would really appreciate a letter from you. Since we’ve, ah, worked so often together.”
Mr D gave Percy a long stare, making the back of his neck tingle like he was about to be struck by divine power.
“Well I suppose I have favoured you quite a bit in the past so it’s only natural you would hope to receive such a thing from me, Patrick” His gaze turned thoughtful.
“Per-“ he bit his tongue. “I would be very appreciative Mr D”
“You should know that a recommendation letter doesn’t come free,” Mr D’s eyes twinkled.
Percy internally sighed.
“Yes of course.” He could already anticipate the ridiculous quest Mr D would send him on. Would just cap off the week full of ridiculous things he’d been through.
Dionysus suddenly turned to his table and waved a hand.
“Play a few rounds with me.”
Percy blinked.
“What?” Mr D looked up, disgruntled.
“Well do you want that letter or not?!”
“Uh yeah. Of course.”
After quite a few rounds of pinochle, where Dionysus gleefully declared Percy the worst pinochle player in the world, he was sent off with a wave of his hand and a vague promise to write something up.
Percy trudged up to cabin three, going inside and found an A4 Manila envelope on the table. He flipped it over, finding no writing or indication at who it was from.
He cautiously opened it and inside was a single sheet of paper.
“To whom it may concern,
Perseus Jackson has been in my acquaintance for some 5 odd years, during my tenure as director of Camp Halfblood.
In that time he has proven himself to be tenacious, loyal, and a hero worthy of championing. His personal feats and contributions to the victories of the Gods in recent years are certainly example enough of his skills and resilience in the face of incredible odds.
While I think he would’ve done much better as a dolphin, you would be remiss to not enrol him posthaste at the institution of New Rome University.
Signed
Dionysus
P.S. At no point should you consider him for any card based activities or clubs as I anticipate he will only prove a dismal competitor and member. This I know for a fact.”
Would Mr D be this nice? Who knows. But I do see him being one of the gods that Percy ends up asking for a rec letter. Alternatively!!! He asks Mr D first, gets denied, and many quests later, he finds Mr D’s letter at the bottom of a pile of recommendation letters from multiple gods he has requested letters from.
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Left for Mason at the station’s Secret Santa. The bag is incredibly generic, but it is red, so an attempt was made to be festive by someone who doesn’t really know how to be festive. But inside is a deck of High Victorian playing cards, a mug with a merle Australian shepherd, and a note written on grid paper because what even is a holiday card, anyway? The note is slightly smudged at the end but reads as follows:
Dear Mason,
Happy holidays. I hope you enjoy this. I know you like card games and I thought the mug looked like Captain Crunch was on it. Please don’t drink too much coffee with the mug.
Your Secret Sata Santa
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It took all their effort and then some to not open the present right away, the goal was to wait till Christmas but self control..well it never was strong. Lasting a couple hours after they arrived home, curiosity got the better and Mason practically beamed at what they saw. After spending a solid time looking at all the detailed designs on the cards, he placed them back to gush over them with their grandpa later and coax him into a game or two. Summoning Cap right away as he picked up the mug, he pointed excitedly, “Look! It’s you!” And really, Cap looked like he was smiling at that too. “The card says no coffee and imma honour it but,” smile on their own face grew broad and full of mischief, “Santa never said anything about not drinking energy drinks or fizzy drinks in this! Oh my god, what if I mix the two!”
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TNG 6x20 The Chase and 7x15 Lower Decks thoughts (rewatching, so possible future spoilers for DS9 too)
I’ve temporarily paused my DS9 re-watch after 2x20 Maquis Part 1 to go through all the Cardassian episodes in TNG to get a better picture of the build up: 4x12, 5x03, 6x10, 6x11, 6x20 and 7x15.
6x20 The Chase
Admittedly, I skipped the first half of this because as I skimmed through the plot on Memory Alpha, there was no mention of Cardassians until later on XD
Lady Captain Cardassian! I feel like they're pretty rare, it's sas I'm so excited by this
Tfw there's a looong pause... and you're watching it on 1.5x speed. Just how long was that pause in normal time?!
Living for the Klingon-Cardassian banter
Data just THRASHING that Klingon. I love him so much
The Klingon is so INTO Data - this is flirting, right?
"You are attempting to bribe me." "Not at all." "You suggested a plan that would work to your advantage, one that I would be capable of executing. You then implied a reward. Clearly you were."
I think Nu'Daq might be my new favourite one-off character
Cardassian treachery! Gotta love it
Federation smarts! Gotta love it XD
"I will go with you" but imma be salty about it
Just wondering why I hadn't seen Miles about since season 4, then realised that, of course, he's on DS9 XD Doh!
Romulans from nowhere :o
I do like the plan to answer the long-standing why-is-everyone-humanoid question
>> Thinking about the word humanoid the other day, do you think the other species hear their own word through the UT? Kingonoid and Romuloid or so forth.
Haha they disagree, so much for coming together in fellowship and companionship
Romulan ending <3 "Perhaps, one day." "One day."
7x15 Lower Decks
Deanna and Riker are just nice
Love the Vulcan
Bajor mention!
Very professional, waiter, to spill the beans lilke that!
I do love this episode, and seeing the command from the outside
I hope their friendship isn't ruined by promotion. They seem very sweet
Having said that, I suddenly have a horrible feeling Sita dies in this episode
Beverly is so lovely
Lost. Puppy. What?
Awwwwwkward. "They both get a lot of snow." Love how Riker just seems amused.
Yeah, this episode is great, only getting to see what one of the lower decks see
Did he also think Wesley should have been expelled?
I love this Vulcan. And I love Geordie, but his frustration with Taurik is pretty amusing
I'm a fan of this poker juxtaposition scene - interesting that they've broken away from just the lower decks characters.
Hah, okay, Lavelle does annoy Riker
Lol "You and Lavelle are a lot alike." "What? We're not at all alike." "You're bluffing."
I really love this Ben guy. Inclusion of a civilian just being friends with whoever is super cute
Okay, Worf is actually being pretty good here? I find myself liking him in this episode.
Ohhhh "I wanted to make sure that you got a fair chance to redeem yourself", that makes far more sense - no wonder I felt he was a little out of character in the first scene with her, he was acting.
"I didn't realise she would be so young."
The feels. She's so excited and proud and knowing what happens... it hurts.
Oh, the promotion. I'm tearing up. This episode is making me FEEL
Ben, you are great. Nice job moving Worf.
Amazing how this episode is so moving when you barely know the characters. I loved the premise, and I love the execution of it. (Though damn you for killing off Sito.)
Again, we see a helpful Cardassian, but get the overall impression Cardassia is still a threat.
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169 890 km
Bargara | Airlie Beach | Mackay | Airlie Beach | Proserpine | Mackay
Inna minute
Imma needa
Motivation
To write this up.
Well well well – what an amazing whirl wind of adventures I’ve had over the last 3 weeks!
My last week in Bargara was spent running an absolute muck with Rach. We spent our days catching up for tennis at lunch time, going to gin distilleries, running around op shops to find outfits for each other, drinking wine, playing card games, watching movies and riding the scooter home from the pub whilst chasing kangaroos. SEE YOU IN NZ RACH!!!
I left Bargara, fuelled up and drove all the way to Proserpine. Yep 756 km over 9 and a half hours. My biggest solo drive I have ever done. Parked up at a gravel pit in Proserpine and needed to murder 15 mozzies before going to sleep – wish I could say watching the sunset with the doors open was worth it.
I spent the next week submerging myself in paradise – aka Airlie Beach.
Day 1 - went to Cedar Creek Falls (more like a trickle), but I did a little hike up the hill and found a swimming hole all to myself. So I swam, read my book and enjoyed the sun. I also saw these two huge goanna looking lizards.
I then drove into Airlie and laid on the beach and continued to read. Stinger season is between November and March so it was safe to swim. That afternoon I checked into a hostel called Nomads (just for the night) – I ended up extending for another 5 nights after this though. I then went and hiked up Honeyeater Lookout. 10km later. But it was so lovely – I did the hike in my Tiva’s and note to self: going down hill in Tiva’s is not a vibe. I then caught up with Carly for dinner and paid $31 for two ginger beers. Lovely seeing her though. We got a pub meal and ice-cream.
That evening Carly dropped me at this pub called Magnums that apparently leads through to the hostel. I ended up staying until mid-night talking to strangers and playing Jenga. I made two friends from Melbourne called Sahar and Elisha. I also met two girls from Chile and two guys from the States.
Day 2 – Went to the lagoon for a swim and a read of my book. I then caught up with Sam Wallace for a drink and some lunch. Was lovely to see him but I decided it was best not to be his friend, I do wish him all the best though. And then just napped and chilled in the arvo.
Day 3 – Another very chill day. Went for a hike up Mt Rooper – saw a green snake. That afternoon I wanted to go sailing (which you can volunteer yourself as a deck hand on Wednesday afternoons) but race week was on, so there were no volunteers allowed. So I went back to the lagoon and read my book. That evening I went out for dinner with Sahar and Elisha to a seafood restaurant called Fish D’vine. Such yummy oysters!!! We then went to Karaoke and Magnums and Sahar and I sang ‘Living on a prayer and “wannabe”. Also met a guy named Daniel who plays for the Marrar bombers and knows my cousin Sam Turner – small world. Then danced the night away in St Paddys. Such a fun night! Hopping to catch up with those girls again some day!
Day 4 – recovery and chill day.
Day 5 – Best day! I went ocean rafting and snorkelling – which was basically a big yellow boat out to Whitehaven Bay – with the purest sand on earth that doesn’t get hooter than 27 degrees. We say 2 groups of dolphins, 3 hump back whales, a sea turtle and soooooo many fish I met some amazing people! Emily – who’s from Wales and has been living in Aus for 3 years now. Anika – who’s from Wagga. We actually were attending Kildare at the same time (I was in year 7 when she was in year 10) and she also lives in a van. Abby – who’s from Canada and is visiting Australia for the first time and her partner Dominque – who’s from Lismore. Abby and Dom met each other tree planting over in Canada.
That evening – all of us went out to Magnums and St Paddy’s and even met up with some of the others from the tour! So nice meeting them all.
Day 6 – recovery morning followed by Dom and I going for a walk to the markets and eating a B&E and a coffee and chatting for like 2 hours. We then went and caught up with Anika and chilled at the lagoon before they headed more south on their way to Lismore.
That evening I went and had dinner with Nathan and Jessica. There were my neighbours at the hostel. They are a beautiful French couple over her in Aus trying to get their visa’s. They are working in Airlie at the moment but started their journey in Griffith! That evening we ate Macral that Nathan caught and drank wine from Yenda!
Later on I caught up with Emily and Anika again and attended a bush doof that was out near Mt Rooper. A 2km walk from the car park, lots of ankles, vomiting, losing my phone and passing out in the taxi on the ride home and a super super super sore head the next day – that just about sums it up. I found my phone as someone from the hostel happened to pick it up at the beach. An absolute hero. Shout out to the random that helped me for 20 minutes looking on find my iphone around the hostel.
Day 7 – I took my sore head to the boat ramp and met up with Anika. I just waited out the hangover as much as I could before heading off to Mackay for work!
Mackay – I worked in Mackay for 3 days and each afternoon was spent doing life admin stuff for the van.
On Wednesday afternoon I drove to Cape Hillsborough NP and went on a hike called Andrew’s Point looking at 3 lookouts and a walk on the beach. I stealth camped the night before getting up at 5:30 in the morning and watching the sun come up and the kangaroos come on to the beach. So many tourists there. I thought it was going to be more natural, but the roos have learnt that they are going to be fed in the early morning by the ranger. Mixed feelings but they are being protected.
I then went on another hike Yuibera Trail which was a nice bush walk. I also did the boardwalk there but it was pretty boring.
I then drove back to Mackay to pick up my Dad from the airport!!!! He only gave me a day’s notice, but he came up for the weekend to surprise me for my birthday!
The next day we drove to the Leap Lookout and did the hike. It took up about 3 hours and it was a bit of a rock scramble but we did it!!! So proud of dad and his knees getting him up and down! We then drove to Airlie beach and checked into our swanky hotel for the next two nights overlooking the town and the ocean! We then went for a walk, got a cocktail and some ice-cream and starting playing pool with a couple from UK/Melbourne (who were about Dad’s age. We ended up playing pool with them for about 2 hours before going for dinner with them at a place called KC’s with live music. SO nice meeting them!
The next day was my 25th birthday – which stated off with a phone call from every family member and Dad and I checking out the Airlie Beach markets! Dad and I then spent the afternoon out on Jetski’s! The ocean was choppy which made it interesting but I jumped in the water with some huge Mantarays and we also got to see some turtles!
That evening we went for dinner at a restaurant called Sorrento’s where the red wine was awful but the seafood risotto was delicious. I even got a slice of cake with some sparklers in it and received a small voice memo from all of Ollie’s colleagues wishing me a happy birthday – very special.
Later that evening I caught up with Anika and Emily again – we went and saw some bands play before dancing they night away at maybe 4 other pubs/clubs. Night well spent – very grateful for those girls.
On Sunday morning (very tired me) and Dad drove to Proserpine and went on a Crocodile Tour! The first section of the tour was raining and we went on a trailer hooked up to a tractor around the forest. Saw some wallabies and sucked on ant bums. We then went back to base and ate damper and drank tea. They then lifting the boat by a crane into the water and we saw about 20-25 crocs of all sizes! It was such a good tour! Not to be done in the summer though – apparently the boat can go out and see no crocs as they are all in the water staying cool.
The next couple days I just worked and dad pampered himself.
Tomorrow morning I am getting up at 4:30am to catch a flight (or 3) to Alice Springs and I am soooooooooooooo excited but I must sleep now!
Things I am grateful for:
-          Dad
-          Making new friends
-          Taxis
-          Find my iphone setting
-          Snake bandages
-          Jenga
Things I have learnt:
-          Don’t chuck your drink on drunk idiots
-          There are 74 Whitsunday islands
-          If the temperature is cooler - croc eggs are female and if the temperature is hotter (around 34 deg) – they are all male (AND IT”S THE OPPOSITE FOR TURTLES – WILD
-          And a whole bunch of other stuff but I need sleep byeeeee
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The Game
Genre: Smut
Summary: Playing a game made for couples with your best friend wasn’t such a bright idea. Or was it ?
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: 18+ (Minors, leave me and my blog alone), spanking, mention of daddy kink, cream pie, rough, dom!Dabi, praising
,, Can you hurry up already ? ‘’ Touya yelled from the living room as you were getting ready. ,, We are only going to buy groceries, we ain’t going to Met Gala for fucks sake’’ he hissed, once he realised that you ain’t answering him.
,, Give me a second’’ you screamed, as you were putting on your mascara carefully.
,, I gave you a whole fucking hour, woman’’ Touya snapped back, rolling his eyes playfully. He had to stress around a bit. Thinking about it, the two of you looked like married couple, yet you were nothing more than two best friends and roommates.
Once you were done, you made your way toward the shopping center that wasn’t that far away from your apartment. There wasn’t any specific reason the two of you were going there, you only needed some groceries to get, and you could literally get that in the store near your apartment. But the two of you decided to go out a bit, since both of you were pretty much focused on the studies last few days.
You and Touya know each other since you were little kids. Your mother and Rei were childhood best friends, so you and Touya grew up together. It was one of those forced friendships, that would have some huge development later on. As you were getting older, you started realising that you actually liked spending your time with him.
,, I hate this.. When I have money, there is nothing nice to buy, but when I’m broke as fuck, every dress is looking beautiful’’ you rolled your eyes disappointedly. Every time you don’t have much money, the stores around are having such a beautiful collections.
Of course, being your best friend, Touya always bought you clothes you had your eyes on, as a small surprise after you had a long and hard day at uni. You really loved him. Not only because of that, but simply for being him. Everyone knew how damn grateful you were for having him and your life and you really never tried to hide that.
,, Let’s go see if they have some board games, maybe we can buy something and play tonight’’ Touya suggested, grabbing your hand as he took the lead. Every time Touya would hold your hand, your heart would skip a beat. Probably because of the fact that you had one big and fat crush on your best friend.
You were not sure when did it start. Maybe when he pierced his nose, or when people started thinking that the two of you are couple, or maybe the feeling was always there, but you kept it somewhere buried in your mind. Hiding it from everyone and especially from him.
,, Oh, I always wanted to play thing game’’ Touya said, holding a small, black package in his hands. You tried to grab it away from him, but unsuccessfully.
,, What is it ? Show me’’ You squeaked excitedly, hoping it’s something fun.
,, It’s Drunk in love’’ He said, waving the small package in the air. Confusion and jealousy washed over you as you looked at the back of the package. You’ve heard about that game, it’s one for couples.
,, Should we buy it ? I really want to play it’’ He asked. Only confusion was left in your body once he asked you that.
,, Isn’t that a game for couples ?’’ You asked him back.
,, Yeah, but it really isn’t something special, after all everyone is mistaking us for couple, so i don’t see a problem here’’ Touya said, winking at you. ,, Unless you are scared’’ he added fast. You knew that he was just trying to tease you a bit, it was how he always got things his way.
,, You know very well that I ain’t scared. But Touya, that’s not something we should play’’ you said honestly. Sure you would love to play that with him, but you didn’t know what kind of game that really is, so it gave you mixed feelings.
,, Trust me, the game is not a big deal. It’s just fun.’’ He said, looking down at you, hoping you’ll agree with his suggestion. ,, Trust me doll’’ he repeated, and the moment you let a deep breath out and rolled your eyes, Touya knew that he won, making his way to the cashier immediately.
,, Let’s buy something to drink at least’’ you said, hoping that the game won’t be so bad at the end.
,, We have to, it’s a drinking game anyway’’ Touya laughed, placing one arm around you, as the two of you walked to the store with alcohol.
The two of you bought a bottle of vodka, before you made your way home. Not wasting any time, Touya helped you put the groceries in the fridge, before he opened the small package. He took two small glasses for shots, and placed them beside the deck of cards that were already on the table in the living room.
You took two normal glasses and orange juice, in case the vodka might be too much. Touya was already waiting for you, searching for some music on YouTube, as he sat on the floor.
,,Here’’ Touya offered you a cigarette, once you sat on the other side, placing one pillow under your ass. You gladly accepted the cigarette, as you enjoyed the music he found.
The two of you drank few shots of vodka, before you started to play. You weren’t sure what to expect of that game, but if you were being honest, the alcohol was helping you, even tho it was just a little bit.
,, Imma go first’’ Touya said, taking one card. ,, Describe your worst hookup ever or drink’’ he read it out lout. Okay, that wasn’t something so bad, after all, you’ve already talked about it with him.
,, Ehh, that one time I slept with Kai.’’ You said rolling your eyes as you thought about it.
,,Ah, that time when you though he’s still fingering you ?’’ Touya asked, laughing a bit.
,, Yes Touya, his dick was that small’’ You laughed, feeling a little bit more comfy about the stupid game. ,, My turn’’ you added, taking one card.
,, Reveal your biggest sexual fantasy or drink’’ You read it excitedly, wiggling your eyebrows at him.
,, Yeah, no’’ Touya laughed, taking a shot without thinking twice, leaving you all disappointed. ,, Pull another one’’ Touya said, closing his eyes because of the strong taste of the alcohol.
,, Give your parter a piggy back ride around the room or drink’’ a big smile formed on your face as you read the sentence.
,, Easy peasy’’ Touya commented, standing up. The moment he turned around, giving you a sign to hop on his back, you did it. The two of you looked like children, running around the apartment like crazy.
,, Drink if you’ve ever faked an orgasm’’ Touya said, placing the card on the table. Of course you had to drink, thanking God you didn’t have to take a shot for every orgasm you faked.
Card after card, and shot after shot, the two of you were getting tipsier and the cards were getting spicier.
,, Blindfold your partner and make them guess which body part they’re touching or drink’’ Touya read the sentence, glad he was the one who found it first. ,, Yeah, you gonna chicken out ‘’ he teased.
,, Shut up and close your eyes’’ You said thinking about what part you should let him touch. Everything was way too easy to guess. At one point you were almost sure that there was a typo on the card, and that you should touch yourself and he should guess which part, but Touya was 100% sure that he was supposed to touch you.
Taking his hands, you decided that it would be the best if he would touch your collar and breast bones. At your surprise, he was tracing his fingers lightly over your skin, furrowing his eyebrows confusingly as he tried to understand what part of your body he’s touching.
,, Collarbones’’ He said opening his eyes immediately. ,, Ok, you’ve lost, drink’’ he commanded with a smirk on his face, as he took another card.
,, Take one article of clothing or drink’’ Touya placed the card on the table, leaning back onto the lower part of your couch. When he took of his shirt, showing of his perfectly toned body covered with various different tattoos, you realised that the card was referring to both of you. Since your shirt was a bit oversized, you decided to take of your pants.
Trying to ignore the small situation you found yourself in, you took another card fast.
,, Let your partner spank you or drink’’ you read it confusedly, trying to understand what the fuck is happening. Once you understood, you started shaking your head in disbelief, following with one loud laugh. What the fuck did you get yourself into ?
,, Come on doll, come to daddy ‘’ Touya joked, spreading his arms over the couch, as you took the shot of vodka anyway, before you made your way toward him.
Not giving you much time, Touya pulled you down, bending you over his lap. ,, You have no idea how much I wanted to do this’’ He confessed, as he pulled your shirt just enough to show your ass. You couldn’t even focus on his small confession, since you were trying to prepare yourself on the upcoming spanks.
Instead of spanking you, Touya decided to take his time with you, tracing his fingers over your hips and playing with the ends of your panties, pulling them up, forming a thong with them. You were glad that some alcohol was in your system, because you were pretty sure that sober you would never survive that.
,, Now doll, be a good girl and take every single spank for daddy’’ Touya whispered, before he connected his palm with your ass cheek, making you yelp in pain. With every spank he gave you, the pain was getting intenser. But you didn’t mind, after all, isn’t that what you wished for ?
,, Such a good Girl’’ He prised, caressing the red marks he left over your ass. Once you got back on the other side of the table, both you and him started laughing hysterically.
,, Lick your partner below the waist or finish your drink’’ Touya said, smirking widely once again. ,, There’s no way I’m finishing this drink’’ He added, grabbing your arm and pushing you toward him.Touya pushed up on the couch, as he started licking your legs slowly.
You couldn’t believe what the fuck was happening. Both of you half naked, playing some overly sexual game, which led him to licking your legs. You weren’t sure what was driving you more crazy, him licking your legs or his erection that was showing under his grey sweatpants.
Touya placed his hand on your tight, giving in one strong squeeze as he was placing wet kisses on your right inner tight. You could feel his lips getting closer and closer to your private parts, but you didn’t dare to say anything.
,, Wanna know what my fantasy is ?’’ Touya asked, kissing and biting onto the skin around your panties. All you could do is nod your head quietly, lost under his touch and soft kisses.
,, You, you are my biggest fantasy. I want to have you all for myself’’ Touya said hovering over you. ,, I want you to be mine’’ he added, looking you directly in the eyes, before he started leaving soft kisses all over your face.
,, Wanna be mine ? Just you and me doll’’ He asked, biting your lip.
,, Yes’’ You answered him so fast. Fuck yes you want to be his, He didn’t even have to ask you that, you were always his.
Once he heard you say that, Touya pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, letting his hard dick jump straight up. Not breaking the kiss, he started rubbing the tip of his dick around your entrance.
,, Doll, tell me if I’m too rought’’ He said, entering you slowly while he sucked onto your neck, leaving wet love bites. You couldn’t manage to give him a proper answer, hoping that simply nodding your head was understandable enough.
Once he was fully inside of you, he gave you some time to adjust to his size before he started rocking his hips into you. He wasn’t doing it slow, and the position you were in wasn’t the most comfortable one, but you didn’t care about that. All you could think of was the pleasure he was giving you at the moment, mixed with pain.
You wrapped your legs around his waist as he rammed into you recklessly, breathing into your neck as his moves were getting stronger and stronger.
,, So tight for me’’ Touya groaned, enjoying the warm feeling your walls were giving him. It felt like you were made just for him. Placing one hand on your hip, and other one on the edge of the couch, he increased his speed, fucking you stronger and deeper than before. With every move he made, he was hitting your g spot, making you moan louder and louder. You were pretty sure that your neighbours were able to hear the two of you, but none of you gave a single fuck.
Both of you were about to cum. His groans were getting louder, and he was fucking you ever harder, while your walls were getting tighter and tighter around him, making it even more enjoyable for him.
,, You can cum inside’’ You managed to say somehow, moaning his name and squeezing your eyes shut once you reached your high.
,, I was planning to ’’ He groaned, fucking you through your orgasm, making it even better for you. After few thrusts, he spilled his seed deep into you. Moving few more times as he made sure to fill you nice and good, not wasting a single drop of his sperm. Once he was done, he collapsed on top of you, fighting for his breath.
,, I love you so much Doll’’ he said, connecting his lips with your own.
,, I love you too’’ You answered him, smiling widely into the kiss.
That night he took care of you, cleaning you, and taking you to his room, making sure that you are alright and that he didn’t hurt you. That night he made sure to clear some things out, he made sure that you wouldn’t think this was some sort of misunderstanding. Telling you how he actually always wanted to ask you out, and how that game was just a chance for him to get him where he is now. With you in his bed, locked between his arms.
That night you understood that your crush was never one sided, and that you were the reason why your best friend never dated anyone else.
Who would have thought that such a dirty game could bring people together ? Would lead them to confessing to each other. You sure didn’t think so, yet there you are, instead of daydreaming about it, you are enjoying the warmth of your best friend, roommate and lover.
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Mars Mars Mars oh my God. Idk if you’re still taking requests but I just had a thought that I need to share with the class— Nate getting back into his magic phase and at first it’s cute and kinda silly but then he like. Somehow starts bringing it into the bedroom?? And at first reader is like dude really. But then like he cuffs them without them even noticing and they’re like 😳😳😳 idk what else he would do bc Head Empty right now but. Do with this what you will habshabsb
How'd That Get In There..? (Nathan Drake x Reader SMUT!)
A/N: HI YES. Yours truly is still taking requests, indeed, and this is my absolute most favorite concept that anyone has ever left in my dumb little ask box. I just wanna know who you are, anon; Imma give you a (COVID SAFE!!) kiss.
I've thought about it and almost everyone has too. Nate's a weird goober and he definitely brings that dumbass energy into the bedroom.
Warnings: Nate being a silly boy, tacky but impressive magic tricks, and.. uh.. y'know. nasty stuff.
Word count: ~4.2K
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"Babe. Check it out!"
You stopped stirring the bubbling pot of chicken cream soup you had on the stove, closed your eyes, and winced, knowing exactly what your husband probably wanted.
Slowly, you turned around and away from the dinner you were preparing, "Yes? Honey?" You saw that big old smile on Nate's face as he stood in the kitchen's doorway and watched him taking those wide strides towards you and you just couldn't help but smile at him.
And then you spotted the deck of playing cards in his hands.
"Oh, my God.." You laughed lightly and threw your head back in exhaustion as your shoulders slumped, "Nate.." You whined.
"Just— Just trust me on this one. 'kay?" He raised his brows and he pursed his lips, holding his breath for your approval.
You thought about telling him that you were busy preparing dinner. You thought about telling him to show you later. But, God, how could you say no to that puppy face of his?
Sure. He was a middle-aged man who was reverting back to his teenage magic phase, but it was ‐ in all honesty - quite endearing and sometimes so very adorable.
Your mouth was open as you contemplated what you wanted to say, and when you settled on a decision, all that came out was a defeated sigh, "Okay.." You surrendered, nodding slowly, "Fine." You found yourself smiling wide as he shot forward to give you a quick kiss on the cheek, "So." You clapped your hands together once, "What are we doin', big guy?"
He handed you the deck of cards, "Here. Shuffle them to your heart's content." He crossed his arms over his chest and stood back, swaying back and forth on the heels and soles of his feet.
"Alright.." You muttered, looking down at the cards as you expertly shuffled them, thanks to your experience with poker when you were younger. And Nate watched you with big, starry eyes. He had that same look on his face as when he first saw you do it. Just awestruck. "There." You made sure the cards were in a neat stack before you looked up at your eager husband, "What now?"
"Uh–" He blinked, then reached out to take the deck from you, "I'll show you the top card and whatever it is, that's your card. Remember it, okay?"
You giggled, "Alright, Nate.." He let you have a peek at the top card and you memorized it to be the five of clubs. So you nodded and stepped back, "Got it."
"Okay. Now watch."
"I'm watchin'.."
He started shuffling the cards again until he was sure that your card was completely lost in the stack. He stopped and took a deep breath, "Just say 'stop' whenever you want me to."
You shifted your weight on your legs and nodded, "Cool."
Nate started riffling down the side of the deck, and when you felt like it, you blurted out a 'stop' and he immediately obliged.
He already had a big grin on his face as he separated the deck into two where you'd told him to stop, "Was this.." He trailed off as he flipped the top card, revealing it to be – indeed – the five of clubs, "..Your card?" He held it up at eye level and, jesus, you were definitely impressed this time.
Your brows arched and you let out a chuckle of disbelief, "That's actually kind'a cool."
"Told'ja." He let you take away the cards and watched you shuffle them.
"How'd you do that?"
"Ah-Ah–" He took the stack away from you again, "If I told you then it wouldn't be as impressive, now, would it?"
You scoffed and shoved his shoulder playfully, "Fine. Keep your secrets." You turned back to the stove, checking on your soup, "Just get the table ready, pretty please? Dinner's almost ready."
"You got it, boss."
For a few days after that, Nate got busy with work and so did you. He'd come back home beat and hungry so he'd eat and sleep and you'd fall asleep a little after him.
And then, came the weekend. Friday. The day when both of you made up for lost time.
So, you and your husband woke up early, made a nice, big Friday breakfast together and talked about new work things and a lot of other non-job-related things. Had a laugh and a nice long talk.
And then, while you were sitting down in the living room, curled up under a blanket in the corner of your couch with a book in hand, Nate disappeared for a while. About thirty minutes. You thought maybe he was taking a nap or a shower or just shaving.
But that didn't prove to be the case when he showed up in front of you again.
You tried. You really tried to keep your eyes on your book. You tried to force your mind to comprehend what you were reading.
But your husband standing there completely still was not at all helping. You were extremely distracted to the point where you couldn't focus on anything else.
With a heavy sigh, your hands dropped to your lap as you shut the book, thumbs between the pages you were on. You looked up at Nate, who looked like he had a frog in his mouth.
You blinked, waiting for him to say something, but when he stared back at you with an unreadable expression on his face, you couldn't help but giggle a little at him, "Can I help you?" You asked.
It happened so quickly. First, his hands went to his stomach, and he looked like he was going to be sick. He retched and his body curled forward twice and he attempted to cover his mouth, and his poor unassuming wife – you – were starting to get extremely concerned and you begged him not to hurl over the couch and to run to the bathroom.
His hands were on his mouth again and he hurled as your hands flew to your mouth to muffle a scream and you backed up against the back of the couch as much as you could, but all that came out from Nate's mouth were..
Playing cards..
You watched the paper flutter onto your lap with wide eyes, your whole body frozen as Nate laughed his ass off.
"God–" You snapped out of it, pushing the blanket off of you, "'S'not funny!"
"Oh— Oh, it wasn't?" He teased, "You should've seen the look on your face." He chuckled, and then started laughing again.
"Ugh.." Your shoulders dropped as you glared at him, displeased that– A] He made you lose your place in your book and, B] He really had you thinking that he was about to throw up all over you, "I'm going upstairs.." You muttered, plucking your book from under the blanket you'd discarded and getting up to your feet.
"No– No, babe–" He called out in between laughs, barely able to jog behind you as you went up the stairs, "Wait–" He chuckled, finally calming down a little, "I'm sorry!" He whined, but you maintained a stubborn strut towards your shared bedroom.
He followed you through the door and sat at your feet while you sat up on your side of the bed, opening the book and petulantly holding it up in front of your face so you wouldn't see him and he wouldn't see you, pretending to read so he could leave you alone but – who the fuck were you kidding? This was Nathan Drake you were dealing with..
He peeked over the book, and you blocked his view of you. He peeked at you from the right, and you blocked again. You did it once again when he peeked from the left.
And then he plucked the book from your hands, making you let out a surprised noise, "Hey!" You nearly shrieked, frowning at him.
"Sorry– Were you reading?" He raised a brow at you, folding the upper corner of the page you were on and bending forward to put the book on your nightstand.
"Yes. Yes, I was." You crossed your arms, still refusing to look at him.
He hummed and moved on the bed so he was snuggled up next to you, his head on your chest and his leg hooked around yours, arm draped over your waist, "Y'know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're mad at me."
You let out a defeated puff of air from your nose, glancing down at his head, then letting your fingers rake through his hair, "Oh, yeah? What gave you that idea?"
He perked his head up and turned on his stomach so he could look at you, a smirk on his face, "I'm perceptive that way."
You snorted, "I'll say.."
He gave you a faux frown, his brows knitting together and his eyes narrowing, "'kay— I'm sensing a tone–"
"You're not—"
"–and I'm just saying—"
You laughed, "There is no tone–"
"I don't like it and–"
"Oh?"
"– something tells me I should do somethin' about it."
Your mouth opened to respond, but, when you realized what he'd said, it just stayed open. Your eyes grew wide and your brows were arched in what could only be described as surprise.
Judging by the little smirk on his face and the tilt of his head, he meant it exactly that way.
But you pulled yourself together and sat up more properly, legs crossed as you leaned forward a little so your face was inches from his when he sat up in the exact same way that you did.
"Okay, big fella.." You nodded slowly, "Got anythin' in mind?"
He clicked his tongue and shrugged, averting his gaze from yours and rolling his eyes in thought, "I dunno— Just a couple. Maybe."
You grinned and glared at him, "Y'know?"
"Hmm..?"
"I think there was just a lil' bit of a tone.." You brought your forefinger and thumb close together, squinting at Nate, "Just a teeny tiny bit.."
Nate chuckled softly and bit down on his bottom lip as he sat up on his knees, reaching to cup your cheeks in his comparatively massive hands and pulling you up to your knees with him, "C'mere.." He muttered, lips engulfing yours in a kiss that was heated and passionate the moment it started.
God, that week was long for you both and work was kicking both your asses and that kiss felt like the start of hours of taking it out on each other in the best of ways..
You could just tell from the way he groaned against your mouth when your tongues danced together as the kiss deepened. You could tell from the way he inhaled sharply when your hands snuck up his pajama t-shirt to feel up his sides.
You'd only pull away for a second before you'd get back into it.
Nate's hands then let go of your cheeks and pushed you down on the bed with just enough force to have you bouncing off the mattress a little.
He didn't even give you a chance to say anything witty. Instead, he dove down again to take your lips in his, tilting his head to get better access. You gripped to the shoulders of his t-shirt, humming against him as the kiss picked up heat quickly once more.
His tongue would brush against yours quickly but he'd pull away to see what you'd do about it, only to see you frowning in disappointment and it'd pull a soft chuckle out of him when you'd force him down again to kiss you properly. He'd eagerly return your kiss once he surrendered to you.
While he was taking his time unraveling you, you wanted him immediately, like you'd forgotten what it felt like for him to be buried inside of you. Fingernails started tantalizingly dragging down his upper body until you reached his pants, placing your hand on his crotch.
Nate took in a sharp breath, heart skipping a beat at the contact and – as if it didn't knock the wind out of him enough – he felt you gently squeeze him, causing him to let out a low moan and his mouth to open in the kiss, giving you complete access and – for once – the upper hand.
He pulled away for a breath but you didn't let up, instantly latching your lips against the skin of his jawline, kissing down his neck and back up to the area below his ear, your hot breath sending him into overdrive while his pine scent lingered in your senses, making you burn for him even more.
He breathed out, feeling your hot, soft lips against his burning skin, making the grip of his hand on your hip tighten.
Everything felt way better than it was supposed to. Even your grip on the hair on the back of his neck felt heavenly.
It worked. He was no longer planning to take his time. He'd had enough and he was going to make you cum as soon and as much as possible. He decided that it was high time that he fulfilled his promise that was due for your attitude.
"Okay‐ Okay." He pulled away from you, the side of his neck still wet with your attempts at giving him hickeys, "My turn." Nate smirked, hands pinning your wrists over your head. The rough callouses dragged up and down the soft skin of your inner forearm as his forehead pressed against yours, and his fingers intertwined with your much smaller ones as he pecked your lips over and over again.
Nate was Nate. Even in bed. It shouldn't have come to a surprise that, when he'd sat up between your legs and you reached to pull his t-shirt off of him, your wrists got pulled back again by some sort of force..
You frowned upon hearing a rattling sound, "Wh–" You pulled your wrists again, seeing him smirk at you before your head snapped up to see what he's done, "Nate..!" You whined in embarrassment.
"I do not wanna hear it." It sounded more like a demand than a tease and, in all cases, it turned you on so very bad that you couldn't help the breathy moan that escaped you when you looked back at him and, suddenly, the cuffs that held you to the headboard weren't so bad.
It saved you the work of unbuttoning your own dress shirt, because he was doing it for you.
"You remember what we talked about last week?" He asked, taking his sweet, precious time with every button he popped off.
You swallowed, wanting to press your thighs together but having him as a barrier between your legs, "N-No?" You whispered, "What?"
His eyes snapped up to look into yours, "Using your words.."
Your face immediately heated up. It felt like it was on fire. God, you remembered the exact scenario at that very moment. He was mercilessly pounding into you that it rendered you tongue-tied when you wanted to ask him to go faster. Only slurred incoherences were drawled out of your mouth and then he said that and, after that, he didn't need to go any faster because that was it.
"Yes.." You quickly nodded, breath hitching when his forefinger dragged down across your lips, chin, neck, between your breasts, and down to the hem of your panties in a feathery caress, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
"Good girl.." was his one response. His voiced dropped about an octave and his hand was pressed flat against your stomach as he leaned back down.
If anything was a testament to how painfully horny your were for him, the moment his lips were on your neck was when you thought you'd met your maker. They were slightly chapped and rougher than yours and it soaked your panties beyond imagination. It was a toe-curling, tingling sensation. You could only bite down on your lip painfully to hold back a desperate moan that he'd tease you about later. And it got harder and harder from there. With you not being able to touch him and his mouth leaving those tender kisses down your torso and your breaths getting quicker and heavier, small sounds started leaving you, and Nate shot you looks of hunger, his green eyes darkening in the dim lighting of your room.
He looked at you the way a predator would look at its prey. Your head, however, was thrown back at one point and your eyes were closed, something in you telling you to get it together for what was about to come.
"Let's get that pretty little thing off.." He offered, his head tilted as he slowly pulled your panties down your legs, biting back a grin and a smartass-y comment when your hips lifted in enthusiasm to make it easier for him.
The moment he discarded the panties, he was a whole different Nate.
You didn't fight it. You didn't even pretend you didn't want it. He forced your legs open. Pushed them apart as far as they could go. The stinging cold of his wedding finger pressing against the scalding skin of your inner thigh as he did.
Your toes curled and un-curled in anticipation as Nate looked up at you with daring eyes while lowering his head to approach your pussy, cocking a brow, "You look nervous."
You bit down on your lip, brows furrowing at your infuriating husband, already getting all hot and bothered, "Nate." Your wrists twisted in their confinements gingerly, "Please.."
"Nate, please what?" He challenged.
Your head dropped back into the pillow, "Please.."
"Use your words, hun."
"I want you to eat me out, Nate, please.." Your body flinched as he blew cold air against your pussy, "Oh, God.."
Before he did anything, he left a long kiss on your inner thigh, as a silent 'I love you', his lips lingering on the area, never once lifting his eyes off you. You only let out a shaky breath at his actions, feeling the butterflies burst in your stomach, "Atta girl." He finally said, "Keep your eyes on me." There it was. That demanding tone again. He knew you liked that and he was milking it, but you'd be lying if you said you minded.
You struggled, but you looked at him with squinted eyes and melted brows, entire body already shaking with anticipation.
Eyes boring into yours, Nate drew closer to your lips, then left butterfly kisses against the soft, tender skin of your inner thighs, trailing his lips up so close to where you wanted him most before retreating back to your thighs.
After a couple more seconds of agonizing you until you were writhing under him from how badly you wanted him, he pulled out his tongue and flicked it against your throbbing clit, making you gasp and throw your head back. Again.
"Eyes on me." That time, it was a warning and you did your best to look at him with weak eyes, barely able to keep them open. 
He pulled his tongue out again and slid it up between your folds before pressing the flat of it against your clit, drawing slow circles on the throbbing nub.
You could only let out a small cry, barely able to lock eyes with him. Nate then enveloped the bundle of nerves in his lips, sucking on it and letting his tongue randomly flutter against it, causing your back to arch off the bed and the cuffs to rattle as you pulled on them, wanting – more than anything – to pull on his hair.
He stopped and pulled away again, only to give you long, hard licks, teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue.
Your thigh muscles would convulse at every contact and he knew then that he had you all prepped for him to the point where the only thing you wanted more than anything in the world, was him inside you.
And it brought him that sense of unbridled pride. No matter how many times he'd done that to you, it would always drive you absolutely fucking nuts.
Upon seeing your reactions to him, he couldn't help but completely delve in to eat you out properly, his fingers holding your labias apart and his tongue drawing those perfect 'eight' shapes against you.
It made you to let out long – almost pornographic – moans as your head sank back into the soft embrace of your pillow, your fists curling and fingernails digging into your palms and your knuckles a stark white color.
His tongue would gain speed before he'd suck on your clit, pull away, and give it his all again.
Nate could feel it. He could taste it, even.
You were close.
He smirked against you and reached up, letting his rough hand squeeze your breasts, your nipple perked between his strong fingers.
"Oh, fuck!" Your breaths were rapid and your skin was glistening with sweat, strands of your pulled back hair sticking to your forehead and neck.
Nate tugged at the hood of your clit with his lips and slowly pulled away, humming as he did so, sending vibrations up your body. Your toes curled and your head tilted back again with a whimper.
He was so good.
So fucking good that you thought that your mind was slowly slipping into insanity.
His tongue rubbed against the upper right quadrant of your clit. And, deciding to finish you properly, he rubbed quick, hard circles on it with his tongue, slipping his fore and middle fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out at a steady pace, matched with his tongue's speed.
The sounds you let out for him were all but glorious and they made the bulge in his pants unbearable.
At that point, you were barely able to let his name completely roll off your tongue, feeling yourself being dragged closer and closer to your orgasm, causing every muscle on your body to seize in anticipation. 
"Nate!" You gasped, and he– knowing what was coming next– held you down, "Yes!–" Your fists clenched again and so did your teeth, "Fuck! Yes!" You cried out, the vulgar sounds of him eating you out making your eyes roll back into your head.
Nate was insistent, feeling your entire body tense up in his hands at the incredible sensations that overwhelmed your body.
And with one last flick of his tongue against your clitoris and a singular, firm push with the pads of his fingers against your G-spot, you let out a loud cry of ecstasy, back arching and walls tightening around his fingers, your head getting thrown all the way back as your eyes rolled to a close and tears slipped down your temples.
You breathed heavily, trying to catch your breath, shivering as Nate left calming kisses along your inner thighs and up to your navel.
He emerged once more from between your legs, his fingers immediately going to your lips, letting you have a taste of yourself.
It was an instinct. Nothing was driving you forward except your deep, burning desire. And your tongue poked out against his.
And when he pulled away and your eyes fluttered open? Oh, that look on his face..
There was no escape for you now. He was having his way with you.
He kept his fingers on your lips as he leaned down for another kiss, letting your essence drown his tongue before he removed his digits. You could taste yourself on each other's mouths and you were even more turned on as your tongues danced against each other.
Deep sighs escaped Nate in the kiss as he hastily slipped his pants off, along with his briefs.
You pulled away from the kiss only to watch him slip his t-shirt off very quickly and throw it away without a care in the world.
"Undo the cuffs." You plead, wrists aching and bruised from how tightly you've been pulling earlier.
Nate raised a brow and smirked, "No, I don't think I will."
"Nate." You frowned at him, trying to look serious but failing to do so miserably because, shit, he'd worn you down so bad that you didn't realize you still had that desperate look on your face. You didn't even notice that your toes were still curling and un-curling from your previous orgasm.
But he did. And he was so proud of himself.
"What?" He innocently asked, shoulders shrugged before he settled between your legs again, "You have a safe word."
You groaned and let your head fall into the pillow again.
"If you don't like it, now's your chance to use it." He whispered against the skin of your neck before leaving those soft, wet kisses against it, his hot breaths shattering against you, pulling you back to that hazy state of mind.
You did like it.
Something about.. being completely at his mercy or having no say in what he does. About being completely submissive to the touch of his fingers against you. About how he ravished you with his only motive being the sounds you let out.
You didn't use your safe word.
You couldn't bring yourself to and your sneaky husband knew it.
You only let out a breath you were holding, completely giving up to the weight of his body on top of yours.
He pulled away from your neck to stare into your eyes with his darkened green ones, a sly smirk playing on his face.
Asshole..
"Did you– Did you hear that?" He asked, narrow eyes flickering around as his hand cupped his right ear, "Sounds like.. " You rolled your eyes, "Sounds like absolutely nothing–"
"Shut up."
"It also sounds like I'm right."
You groaned again, all hot and bothered.
"Just fuck me, Nate. I don't care how you do it."
His brows shot up in surprise and a grin slowly started to appear and gradually widen, "Now where on earth–" He trailed off and pulled away so he could flip you over and you nearly lost balance because there was nothing to hold onto for stability, but the cuffs on the headboard and Nate's vice grip on your hips saved you from tipping over and falling of the bed, "–did your manners go?"
Despite how embarrassed you were, you managed to clap back, "I dunno– They probably took a break ever since the cuffs came into play." You sent him a smirk over your shoulder.
"Oh, nice." His tone was thick with sarcasm, "Smart-mouthin'." A stinging feeling on your left ass cheek followed the loud spanking noise and it made you gasp and press your lips together afterwards in an attempt to swallow the obnoxious noise that almost spilled out of you, "Ask nicely." He demanded.
You bit down on your bottom lip, nerves tingling and breath hitching from excitement. You found yourself automatically perking your ass up for him to get access, "C'mon, baby, please.."
A pause from him, followed by a few wet sounds, which meant that he was stroking himself a little, and his words came out mixed in with a low moan, "That's more like it."
If that grip on your ass cheeks told you anything, it was speaking of what was to be expected of him.
He slipped right into you. No preliminaries, no introduction, no nothing.
It pulled a sharp gasp right out of you, followed by a long moan from both of you.
It was all pure, hot, sizzling passion from there.
He started slow. Hand going up from your hips to feel up your back beneath your opened dress shirt. And then he slowly picked up speed, his hands moving to grip the headboard to give him more momentum as he plunged into you and pulled completely out of you, only to completely wreck you by slamming his hips into your ass again.
You shook and jolted with every forceful thrust from him. Your fists clenched again in the cuffs. And the noises he made were all but sinful. You wanted to see his face. Wanted to kiss him. But, fuck, him taking you just like that was so blissful.
Almost as blissful as his lips against your nape or his breaths shattering against your cheek when he rested his chin on your shoulder and held you by the shoulders to piston into you.
Your jaw dropped open and your eyes rolled back, your throat failing to deliver just how good he felt inside of you.
Nate hissed between clenched teeth and groaned out a sharp "shit". It all made your head spin and your heart felt like it was jumping into your throat with every single jolt of his hips.
"Okay.." He whispered, sounding hasty and impatient, and he reached past you. It seemed like with a flick of his fingers, the cuffs were off.
And that's when you went crazy.
You turned around and the power dynamic instantly switched.
Nate laid under you, a tad confused, and you straddled his lap, hands on his dewy chest, fingers curling to tug at his chest hair with a grin on your face.
"Remember.." You smirked, making just enough space for him between your legs to sit up and rest his back against the headboard. You packed his lips softly and patted his cheek, "You have a safe word."
Soon enough, Nate felt you riding him up and down, slowly pulling your hips up, but coming down on him in a rough slam, forcing a long moan out of his parted lips.
You started gyrating your hips in small circles, your fingers curling against the damp hair on the nape of his neck, only for his length to graze the most sensitive parts inside you, tearing out small cries that you then muffled into his shoulder. 
Nate breathed out as he felt your walls pulsate around him, and he dared to look down between your bodies, seeing where his shaft completely disappeared inside you. The sight made his eyes roll back and the back of his head to rest against the headboard behind him as he let out a whispered slew of profanities.
And then? You rode him into oblivion. Your movements were starting out slow and rough before they'd gained speed. Your nipples would graze against his chest with every move, sending shocks down your spine. Nate's nails dug into your hips as you continued to ride him and he felt you squeeze around him every time he hit that little tender spot within you. It drove him nuts the way you never broke eye contact with him as you rode him.
"Jesus Christ.." He breathed out as you continued to go up and down his length, your pelvis suctioning his from how tightly wrapped you were around his dick. Her sweaty body came down on his lap for smacking noises to echo throughout their shared room. 
It was all too much. You threw your head back, finally breaking eye contact with Nate, your nails digging into his shoulders as you felt that familiar crescendo. Nathan relentlessly and precisely pistoned up into your spot, bucking his hips upwards when you'd bring yourself down on him. His jaw dropped and his head cocked back again, the most divine sounds leaving his throat, getting louder the more he felt himself getting closer to becoming undone.
Nathan gained a small amount of strength and pushed you on your back, causing you to bounce off the mattress a little.
His fingers laced with your as he pinned your hands over your head, and without another word being said, he dipped his head down to kiss you, your teeth clashing as he continued pounding into you. The bed underneath you creaked and the headboard would slam against the wall, the still bound handcuffs making their rattling noise as he fucked you.
Nate pulled away from the kiss when you threw your head back, gasping and crying out in ecstasy, your eyes shut and your brows deeply furrowed while your jaw hung open as his pelvis slammed against yours. Your body would jolt back and forth with every strong movement on his behalf. 
"N-Na-te! I'm– gonna–!" You announced in between loud moans, and after one thrust from Nate, you arched your back and screamed out his name, your nails digging into his hands that were intertwined with yours. 
Nathan, however, continued his rapid, merciless pounding, but got sloppier as his peak approached, almost drooling at how good you felt that it was impossible for him to stop at any moment.
You slowly opened your eyes to be met with the sight of an almost orgasmic Nathan. Brows furrowed, eyes closed, hot breaths fanning your face, lips parted for groans to leave the deepest part of his chest. Your body felt nearly numb from your strong orgasm, but you could feel him twitch inside of you, signaling his very close release. 
"Oh, fuck.." He grunted before he gave it one last thrust deep inside of you, your name coming out of him like a prayer to the Gods. His back arched and his eyes rolled back to a close. He buried himself deep inside of you, filling you with his cum as he held your legs open, pulling a small mewl out of you. He gave a couple more thrusts to make sure that he was completely finished before he came to a stop, breathing heavily along with you, almost struggling to pull out.
With a shudder, he collapsed on top of you, his head on your chest and your arms and legs around him, sweaty bodies pressed against each other. 
Your chest rose and fell with ever deep breath as you both laid still, trying your best to make words leave you.
"Well.." You spoke, letting your hand wander into his hair, "I don't think I oppose your magic phase that much anymore."
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