#now that im lookin at it after a couple of days of this in my drafts ......
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desperate measures | T.S
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summary ; you finally take on the role of the tommy's bride-to-be.
warnings ; arranged marriage trope, typos? , idk, slow burn.
a/n ; let me know what you guys think! , also , i wanted to ask if you guys would want smut in this series? idk lmk
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goosebumps prickle your skin all over, your eyes are glassy when you look down. thomas shelby is down on his knee, kissing your hand.
"tommy..." your voice is softer than you thought it would be
"ya need to be proposed to right? to be engaged?" he pulls away , his thumb slightly caressing your knuckles
neither of you have moved, you just look at each other.
you chuckle again, your eyes go to the diamond ring that rests on your finger "tommy, it's perfect."
"i wanted it to be perfect."
your heart feels like it's going to explode, maybe celest was right, maybe he isn't all that bad.
he stands up, your hand still in his "now we're engaged" he's still giving you that soft smile.
"we are." you can't help the smile that's on your lips
after he left, you hear the sounds of your friends stampeding down the stairs, as if they knew something has happened. anna helps renne down the stairs.
"let's see it" renee has a hand behind her, supporting her back and a hand on her belly, looking at you with genuine joy and excitement.
you move your hands, showing the big diamond ring, the ring shines and as soon as everyone sees it, they all gasp.
"he went down on one knee..." you whisper as you look at it, recalling what had happened, still smiling. you couldn't stop smiling, even if you tried
fiona is screaming and squealing , madeline is grabbing your hand and looking at the stone
"oh my god"
"he did what?" fiona says , her voice loud as she stares at you excitedly
anna giggles, looking at renee "who would've thought thomas shelby had it in 'im aye?"
abraham is also there , standing next to anna "that's a big fucking rock" he mutters.
"i know" you couldn't believe it either,
"oh my god, it's gorgeous" celest whispers as she stares at the ring, a hand over her mouth "let me see, let me see"
you push your hand in front of her and she takes it in hers eagerly "good lord, this must've cost 'im a fortune"
"god i'm still shaking" you laugh, your hand is unsteady "i almost dropped face first into the fucking floor." you can almost still feel his lips on your skin.
the butterflies in your stomach were still there whenever you'd remember that moment, even days after.
oliver had dropped you by tommy's office, you both needed to go over some things for the party, and you needed to go see a seamstress that'll be making your engagement dress, tommy is coming along to pay.
you walk through the halls that are now familiar to you, heading for his office.
"congratulations" the blonde woman spoke with a smile,
you stop walking, is she talking to you?. you turn and look at her "um thank you."
"i bet it took a lot of convincing aye? to finally give ya some sort of ring, some sort of.... acknowledgment" her voice is so sweet you almost wouldn't catch the malice in it "how sweet of 'im, he was willing to do something like that"
"excuse me?"
"i suppose he felt like he was lookin' for a woman who was not as ... demanding perhaps ?" her head tilts to the side "desperate times call for desperate measures"
you compose yourself, somehow you kept your anger out of your voice "ya don't know what you're talkin' about , miss carter. if i was you, i'd keep my mouth"
"oh please." she rolls her eyes, a mocking laugh is accompanied with it as she leans back in her chair "mr shelby is a good man, with a good heart, he probably did it out of pity." she coos "ya two hardly look like a couple."
"ya mind repeating those words to me, miss carter?"
tommy moved so quietly , you didn't even know he was standing beside you until he spoke.
"mr shelby..." she tries to smile, she stutters
he was watching, he always somehow is. he watched you walk, watched how you responded to her, how you held yourself.
"start talkin'." his voice was cold, it was ice cold.
her eyes widen, she licks her lips nervously "sir"
"she said that we don't look like a couple, that you're marrying me out of pity" the words that polly spoke to you, that first time you ever came here were ringing in your ear.
"is that so?" he didn't take his eyes off of her "is that so , miss carter?" he repeats.
she doesn't respond , she's just looking at him as if she wanted the earth to part and swallow her whole.
"and i'm sure that it doesn't look like i fucked 'er till her back gave out last night but looks can be deceiving, aye?"
with the way he spoke, even you almost believed him.
you held back a laugh, you tilt your head , mimicking how she spoke to you not even two minutes ago, with a small smirk on your lips. was it petty that you enjoyed this? probably, but you didn't really care.
his words did have an affect on you, but you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind.
her eyes dart between you and him, she tries to speak but he stops her
"i will go out with my fiancée, and when i come back i better not find one fucking trace of ya in this place."
your eyes snap to him, watching him now.
"i'm not the good man ya think i am, not to the likes of ya. the only reason i'm being forgiving today , is because my bride is next to me. next time , i wouldn't be so charitable."
he turns, his hand rests on the small of your back, taking you with him. you give the woman one last glance before you go.
she looked as if her blood stopped flowing, as if it froze in her veins ,her eyes still stuck on where tommy was.
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I HAD THIS IDEA WHILE LISTENING TO "SAVAGE" im going back to my gacha phase
there's this one lyric
"Give me a reason to stay"
So sumeru boys getting into a fight w their s/o and they don't give her a chance to intervene and inform them that she had to move away from sumeru (for work or anything)
İ need angst
After that they don't talk for a few days and boom
They feel bad and decide's apologize their s/o only to find her home empty and catch her getting ready to leave sumeru that day! Wowie
Also grim reaper xiao is lookin fine 🤭
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AHH that's so sad!! I love it!! Apologies for not answering sooner!! Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy! <3
Why thankyou~
─⊰⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⊹ฺ🎃
{༻~Give me a reason to stay~༺}
CW: Angsty! Mentions of a past fight, characters beg you to stay, reader leaves anyway!
(Includes: Tighnari, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Wanderer, and Cyno!)
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𑁍༄Tighnari:
"I don't want to yell anymore!"
Tighnari covered his ears, his voice like a earthquake in his own head...and that look on your face, a horrid memory of the fight you had, he still didn't know what you were trying to tell him and now it has been days since you'd even said a word to him. If he had just listened...if the two of you had just talked...
"Stop..you're only beating yourself up, just go talk to them...apologize." He muttered to himself quietly, trying to find the courage to actually knock on your door after standing there for at least ten minutes...it was starting to seem like a lost cause. "Just knock...how will you ever make up other wise just kn-"
He got cut off mid sentence when the door suddenly swung open, revealing you with suitcases in your hands and your normal living room completely barren.."Tighnari? What...what are you doing here?" You looked away, unable to meet his eyes...you felt guilty for not telling him you were leaving, but he never gave you the chance..
"I-i wanted to apologize, I feel terrible about what happened...are...are you leaving? Where are you going?"
"Tighnari...I'm moving, out of Sumeru..."
"No...no wait don't move, I can apologize more, we can talk about this..."
"I..." You wanted to say something else, but your friend started calling out to you, warning you that if you didn't leave now you'd be late, "Thank you for apologizing Tighnari...I...I gotta go." He watched you hurry away and he just stood there, dumbfounded, like he'd just seen a ghost..a ghost of the relationship he held so dear to his heart...
𑁍༄Alhaitham:
Alhaitham sighed, standing in your yard with a perplexed expression...how had Kaveh actually talked him into this? He himself had no idea how to apologize...what to say to make up for the way he acted, the screaming and hurtful words...the tears that rolled down your cheeks when you stomped off...how did you fix something so emotional and serious?
He waited there for a couple more minutes, hoping to catch you walking out or getting home, but when that didn't work...he resorted to knocking. "Hello? Are...you in there? I...want to talk." He listened to your footsteps growing closer, remembering when you'd try to sneak up on him while he was reading and he'd always hear you...he just wanted things to go back the way they were..
The second you opened the door he knew the situation was far more serious than he had imagined, your things stored away in boxes...your suitcases packed, this wasn't some trip...you were leaving. "...You're moving?"
"I wanted to tell you..but we were fighting you didn't give me the chance."
"I don't want you to leave."
"It's to late Alhaitham..."
"Wait..." He tried to grab your hand...but the door closed in his face, with you on the other end trying to calm yourself...
𑁍༄Kaveh:
Kaveh held the flowers closer to his chest, knocking over and over on your door, praying that you'd open it...that you'd forgive him. He felt terrible, he couldn't eat or sleep, the only thing he could think about was your eyes..the tears that welled in them when he had raised his voice. Even flowers wouldn't be enough to fully forgive him and he knew that, but just...hearing your voice, seeing you...talking would help.
"Helloooo?" He leaned over, peeking into your window...his face going pale, all of your things... were gone? No that couldn't be right, had he gone to the wrong house somehow? He started to panick, peeking through other windows of previous residence....freaking out the neighbors, but mostly, finding that every room was the same. Any trace of you had vanished.
"Kaveh? What are you doing?"
His head snapped in your direction, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you, "You're not gone, thank gosh. I thought maybe you had moved away and I'd never see you again..."
"... Kaveh I am moving away."
"What...but why..."
"I have a business offer, to good to pass up...I was going to tell you, but everything happened and we were yelling...so I took it. I came back here to return the keys and saw everyone looking over here."
"...oh. Is there anyway I can..convince you to-"
"No Kaveh...I think...we need the time apart."
He took a step back, racking his brain for something to say...even as you walked away from him and it started to rain...he just...wanted a way to make you stay. Just a chance.
𑁍༄Wanderer:
Wanderer stood at your door, looking at it like it could jump at him any moment, he wanted to apologize, for the argument for everything but it was all just...so hard!, "Ughh! Why did I have to get into a stupid relationship, why did I have to like them...why...ugh...why do I have to love them....so much." He punched the wall, biting his lip as he knocked on your door, only for it to slowly creak open.
"Hey..I know you're probably still upset with me and I...deserve it, but I'm going to be pathetic and apologize, because...I don't want to loose...you?" He started speaking to you even though you were already gone, shocked to see the sight of your empty house. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks, "Shit."
He ran, flying over everything and anything that got in his way, he'd stop you. He would let you leave. No, he needed to apologize, to make you stay. "Wait! No wait!!" He called out to you, your eyes locking with his for just a moment...just a moment and then you got into the boat, while he stood there...
If he had a heart...it would have been broken...
𑁍༄Cyno:
For once, Cyno didn't feel like telling a joke... playing tcg, right now he just wanted to apologize, give justice where it was due. He wanted to explain his actions, he wanted you back...he wanted to be together again and stop the silence. He didn't even know how to start solving the argument, but he figured talking...would probably help, so thats how he had ended up on your doorstep, waiting patiently for you to open the door..
He knocked again...and again, but nothing. He was just about to turn around, convinced it was a lost cause, when suddenly a paper landed at his feet, his heart racing with excitement...this could be his chance to talk to you, although he want sure why you didn't just open the door instead...
He opened the letter despite that and as he read it...his heart sank,
Cyno,
I know I should just talk to you, but saying this... it would be to hard, to upsetting. Before we had started arguing, I had planned to tell you I was moving...family reasons. I'm...I'm sorry, I wish you could have had more of a warning, but as you read this I'm already making my way out the back door...
Goodbye..
He ran to the backside of the house, but you'd already left...he was alone, with nothing but a letter you'd wrote and a guilt he'd never be able to shake until he saw you again...
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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*.✧
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i was wondering if you could write where vinnie and the reader have a old couple type relationship. They constantly playfully tease and fight with each other, and the only reason why that is, is because vinnie finds it supppper hot when the reader get pissed off (he’s a lil freak that)
thank you so much, your amazing ❤️❤️
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this is such a cute idea !! thank you so much for the request !! <33
pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader
warnings; cussing, use of pet names (baby, princess, etc), making out, vinnie being a lil freak, mentions of sex, lmk if i missed anything !
summary; you and vinnie are constantly playfully teasing/fighting with each other
you and vinnie have been together for years. dating wise it’s around 3, but the two of you have known each other since middle school. once the two of you started dating your junior years of highschool, it was no shock to everyone.
since the two of you have been by each others side so long, it’s easy for the two of you to constantly get on each others nerves.
vinnie loves to push your buttons sometimes, but at the end of the day, you can’t stay mad at him for long.
your guys’ relationship is to the point where everyone knows the two of you aren’t breaking up anytime soon. you and vinnie are constantly teasing each other, and just all around play fighting.
it’s a very comfortable relationship you have with vinnie, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“baby, have you seen my pokémon cards? i thought i picked them all up from the stream the other day but im missing some.” vinnie asks you as he sees you walk into his room.
you can’t help but subtlety laugh and say, “baby, have you seen my pokémon cards?” in a mocking tone.
vinnie throws a pillow at you. “stop i’m serious!” he exclaims. “stop being a hater just because you don’t get it.”
you laugh and throw the pillow back at him. you grab his hands in yours and look up at him with a sweet smile. “i’ll help you find them, come on.”
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digging through a drawer in vinnie’s bathroom, you sigh heavily when you can’t find your mascara you’re looking for.
“what are you lookin’ for, princess?” vinnie asks as he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you from behind.
he moves your hair out of the way to kiss your neck, and you can’t help but melt into his touch and completely forget what you were just doing.
after a moment you push vinnie off of you and he stands up straight again, looking at the two of you in the mirror.
“can’t find my mascara and i need to leave soon.” you tell him as you sift through the drawer again.
“how about,” vinnie says as he turns you around to face him. “you don’t go out and you stay here with me, yeah?” he carefully grabs you from under your legs and lifts you up onto the bathroom counter.
he stands in between your legs, you wrap yours around his waist while threading your fingers through his hair.
vinnie keeps a tight hold on your waist as he trails kisses along your neck and down to your collarbone.
“v, no marks, please.” you tell him, but you can already tell he’s not listening. you feel him suck on the sweet spot of your neck, you moan in pleasure at the feeling.
vinnie moves back up and captures your lips in a hungry kiss. he’s kissing you like it’s the last time he ever will. as much as you need to go, you don’t want this to end.
you tug at his hair once you feel vinnie’s tongue enter your mouth, deepening the kiss. you wrap your legs around him tighter, basically pulling him into you.
finally, after awhile, you break away and smile at your boyfriend. he smiles back at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“now i gotta cover this up.” you say as you jump down from the counter. you fish through the still opened drawer again, trying to find something to cover up the hickey.
once you find it, you carefully cover up the mark vinnie had left on you. “do you have to go?” you hear vinnie ask, making you look up at him through the mirror.
you contemplate for a minute, wondering if you really do have to. you did tell your friends you were free today, and you’d feel bad for canceling.
“yes babe, i have to go.” you tell your boyfriend. as you talk to vinnie you also try to still find the missing mascara.
vinnie sits down on the closed toilet seat and watches you in awe, wondering how he got so lucky to have you.
“you don’t need mascara, baby. you already look so beautiful as is.” vinnie compliments, and you give him a smile followed by a quick kiss.
“thank you, vin. can you try to look for it while i’m gone? we should only be out for a few hours.” you tell him.
vinnie nods and stands up. “anything for you, my love.” he replies.
you say ‘thank you’ and grab your things to head out to see your friends.
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“vincent, gimme back my phone right now!” you exclaim at your boyfriend as the two of you run around the living room like children.
you were sitting on the couch minding your business when you heard vinnie’s voice from behind you.
when you looked behind you, you saw him standing there with a smirk on his face. “what are you lookin’ at?” he asked in a teasing tone.
you had his tiktok account open on your phone. so what? you like to look through his account sometimes and thirst over your boyfriend, big deal.
“nothin’!” you quickly replied, hiding your phone from his view.
vinnie smiled and before you knew it, he had climbed over the couch and was then tackling you for your own phone.
“i swear to god i’ll- oh, you’ll what, huh?” you started to say as the two of you stood feet apart from each other, your phone in his hand. that was until vinnie cut you off.
he watches as you become all flustered as you try to think of a comeback. he thought you looked very cute as you tried to think of a way to ‘hurt’ his feelings.
vinnie then runs up the stairs and you can assume into his room. you’re a few steps behind him though.
“vinnie!” you yell through the house, trying to catch up to him.
you finally reach his room and make your way into it, except you can’t since the door is locked and shut.
“vincent cole hacker open this door!” you exclaim as you pound your fist against the door and turn the handle. “better not be doing any freaky shit, i swear.”
after a minute you finally hear the door unlock and you barge into his room and see him on his bed.
“hi, baby.” he greets you as if nothing has been going on.
“you little shit.” you mutter, jumping on his bed and tackle him.
you straddle him as you try to grab your phone out of his hands. your chest is basically pressing against his face while you reach up to reach his hands.
“gimme it,” you say as you pin his hands to the head board of his bed. “vinnie i swear i will chop off your dick if you do not give me my phone back.”
you hear vinnie gasp and try to put his hand on his heart. “how dare you say that!” he exclaims in a mocking tone. “that’s my best asset about me and you know it.”
you can’t help but laugh at that and vinnie laughs with you. “you’re such a freak.”
as you continue to playfully fight with your boyfriend, you watch as he stops trying to fight you and looks at you. “what?” you ask.
“you just look so pretty.” he compliments, making you blush.
“awe, thank you. but that’s not gonna help you get out of this.” you tell him, giving him a mischievous smile.
vinnie grins at you and continues to lift his arms above his head as you try to reach. you can feel vinnie move so his face is now pressing against your shirt and you quickly move away.
“stop bein’ so horny all the time,” you say in fake annoyance. “just gimme the damn phone.”
vinnie lets his arms down and looks at you wide eyed. the first sentence you had said he knew was in a fake tone, but the one you said sounded real.
he couldn’t help but find the tone in your voice hot. although you could get scary when mad, vinnie thought it was the hottest thing when you got mad.
you move around on vinnie as you try to reach for your phone, he keeps one hand on your hip while the other is still in the air with your phone.
after what felt like forever you finally get your phone back. you smile at him in content.
you go to get up but vinnie quickly pulls you down. you look at him confused until you finally realize why he isn’t moving.
“get the fuck up and take your ass to the bathroom.” you tell him, slapping his chest as you stand up.
vinnie stands up with you and gives you a kiss before walking into his bathroom. “not my fault you’re not when you’re mad.” he tells you.
you shake your head and push him towards the bathroom more. “or you could help me?” he asks, and you just giggle and make your way to his bedroom door.
you walk out of his room and back down to the living room, smiling to yourself at how in love you are with vinnie, even if he does piss you off.
i loved loved loved writting this !! and i hope you enjoyed it just as much !! <33 thank you again for the request ! <3
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Hi how are you ❤️? You write amazingly well <3
I was wondering, if you take requests, if you could write a Jack/Ethan fic inspired by "You're Losing Me" by Taylor Swift. (You can decide the ending, line sad or not)
Thanks you 💕
thank you!! yall love being heartbroken, me too!! requests are open, i love doing them :)
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you and jack had been dating for a year when he got offered a role in scream vi. you were more than excited for him, even though it meant you would be spending a lot of time apart. you both decided you would do everything in your power to make it work, but lately that was proving to be easier said than done. the last couple of days you could barely get in touch with him. whenever he did reply it was small or dry remarks. you felt lonely in the apartment you once shared. sitting, staring at the walls that were once filled with laughter and love. feeling your phone buzz you are quick to check the notification.
“hey babe sorry ive had a long day on set”
“jack we havent talked in days. i don't understand”
“i know you don't. listen i’ll call you tomorrow”
crashing on your bed, tears begin to dwell in your eyes.
you say, "I don't understand" and I say, "I know you don't"
we thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't
remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light
now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time
pacing your room with your phone up to your ear you begin to grow anxious. jack broke his empty promise and didn’t call you. so now here you were, trying to piece it back together. as the ringing stops, a smile is cast across your face.
“jack!! hey, i miss you”
“hey what did you want”
“well you said you were gonna call and i just wanted to check up on you”
“im a little busy right now”
“oh okay maybe we can call again later”
a deep sigh is his only response.
“is everything okay?”
“no everythings not okay! i cant get anything done when youre bothering me all day. im working and all you want to do is talk about your day. im sorry but i really don't care right now”
“oh okay. i’ll let you go”
throwing your phone onto your bed, you break down in sobs.
do I throw out everything we built or keep it?
i'm getting tired even for a phoenix
always risin' from the ashes
mendin' all her gashes
you might just have dealt the final blow
you spent the evening on your bed, shaking with tears streaming down your eyes. you could only thing about how good things used to be. when you had a boyfriend who absolutely adored you. now it seemed like you had no one at all. your heart was racing a million hours per hour and yet you felt absolutely nothing.
stop, you're losing me
i can't find a pulse
my heart won't start anymore... for you
'cause you're losing me
after that night, that call, you made it a point to stay out of jacks way. he would facetime you every now and then. while he got his hair done, goofing around on set, or just in his trailer. none of these times did he seem to notice that none of your smiles reached your eyes. your replies were empty and solemn. you were happy to see him so excited but apart of you hated him for not realizing what he had done. for not realizing how deep his words had truly affected you.
“hey you okay”
biting your nails behind the screen
“lately not really” you honestly replied.
“hang on mason's gotta tell me something. i’ll call you later. love you."
every mornin' I glared at you with storms in my eyes
how can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?
i sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick
my face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick
your surprised to hear a knock at your door. you open it to reveal your curly headed boyfriend. he had stopped responding to you completely a few days ago, so saying you were shocked to see him was an understatement. tired of being the only one trying to keep the relationship afloat, you let out your frustration.
“what are you doing here jack”
“hey i just wanted to check up on you, i have a few days off”
he brings you into a hug, but you stay stiff below him.
“whats wrong?” he asks, picking up on your mood.
“you ignore me for days and expect me to be excited to see you?”
“ive been busy you know that”
“jack we barely talk anymore. and when we do you blow me off in the first 5 minutes. hell you even told me to stop talking to you.” you explain, tears filling your eyes.
“look im sorry, the movies just been taking up all my time."
“and the movies more important than me right?” you say barely above a whisper.
“no but this is my job, my life”
“then maybe you should only worry about yourself” finally looking into his eyes.
“what are you trying to say”
“im saying we’re done jack. i cant keep putting myself through hell only for you not to give a shit”
“no c'mon we can make this work.”
“yeah thats what you said last time. please jack im going to ruin myself if this keeps happening.”
you both are a crying mess at this point.
not saying another word, jack leaves.
and the air is thick with loss and indecision
i know my pain is such an imposition
now, you're running down the hallway
and you know what they all say
"you don't know what you got until it's gone"
the next morning you find a letter left at your front door.
my love,
i'm sorry. for absolutely everything. i love you endlessly. when the stars realign, i’ll be there. but for now, be with someone who can give you everything i couldn't.
-jack
stop, you're losing me
i can't find a pulse
my heart won't start anymore... for you
'cause you're losing me
stop 'cause you're losing me
crumpling up the paper you begin to cry.
i gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy
and all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier
fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me
giving up so much of yourself, you were absolutely exhausted. the beautiful relationship you once had is now behind you.
you're losing me
stop, you're losing me
i can't find a pulse, my heart won't start anymore
giving up the fight, you were at rest.
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Someday We’ll Be Together
Chapter 10: Can I kiss you?
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(y/n's pov)
September 12, 2021
the car ride had been silent for a little bit, but a content and comfortable silence. that was until joe broke it.
"you warm enough?" - joe
"oh yeah, i'm fine." - you
"i see chill bumps on your arms." - joe
"i'm fine joe, i promise." - you
joe sighed, and i thought that was the end of it, but when we got to a red light he pulled his sweatshirt off and handed it over to me.
"you can wear it." - joe
in all honesty i really wasn't cold, but i'm also not going to pass up on wearing joes hoodie so i slipped it on over my game day fit.
in the corner of my eye i saw joe look over at me and smile, a light blush forming on his cheeks when he looked away.
"what?" - you
"it looks better on you than me." - joe grinned
"i don't think that's true, it actually fits you."
- you
"oversized is in right now." - joe shrugged
"oh shush" - you laughed
*time skip*
joe was parking the car as i was looking at myself in the car mirror, trying to fix my mascara and touch up my hair after that long game.
"you almost ready?" - joe chuckled
"yeah, hold on. just gotta fix my hair a bit." - you
"you look fine. come on." - joe unbuckled his seatbelt, clearly getting impatient
"hold on, joe!" - you
joe exhaled loudly before getting out of the car and walking over to my side, he opened my door and pulled me out.
"you look beautiful like always, let's go." - joe
"i don't know if i should say thank you or not."
- you caused joe to laugh
joe was walking a few steps ahead of me on my left, but he stopped in his tracks so we could walk at the same pace.
once i was directly next to joe, he held his hand out in front of me. i took it in mine and laced my fingers with his.
"thanks for comin with me." - joe
"of course, joey." - you
"love when you call me that." - joe smiled and squeezed your hand before opening the door of the bar.
joe opened the door and pulled me inside behind him, it didn't take him long to find the rest of the team in a back room that was away from everyone else.
"look at you two!" - ja'marr
"our favorite couple" - sam teased
"not a couple" - you
"the hand holding says otherwise." - jess slipped into the booth and sat next to sam.
"cincinnati's sketchy, don't want her to get grabbed or something." - joe
"so you have to hold her hand, can't just stand by her or something?" - sam smirked
"just drop it." - joe
"okay okay, we'll quit" - sam
the group had made room for joe and i in the booth and as we were both sitting down tee came rushing over to the table.
"bro you good?" - ja'marr
"uhm. joe don't flip the hell out, but somehow lexie found out what bar we were going to.. and she's here." - tee
my mouth dropped and when i turned to joe to see his facial expression, i noticed that his jaw was clenched and he looked evidently pissed off.
"like my ex lexie?" - joe
"yeah.. i don't know how she got the location. she's here with a guy and she was literally grinding on him while they were on the dance floor so i think it's her boyfriend." - tee
joe rolled his eyes and popped his knuckles before ja'marr spoke up.
"what's he look like?” - ja’marr
“shorter, maybe 5’10, brown hair, brown eyes, scrawny lookin.” - tee
“that’s the guy she made out with at that party!”
- ja’marr
“the exact opposite of me” - joe mumbled
“oh so he’s ugly too?” - you asked causing everyone to laugh, joe even cracked a small smile
“smooth, y/n.” - sam laughed
“what?? if he’s the exact opposite of joe that’s gotta be one unattractive dude!” - you
we all continued laughing and carrying on for awhile until i felt joe pat my leg.
“mhm?” - you
“im gonna get something to drink, you want anything?” - joe
“can i just come with you?” - you
“oh yeah sure” - joe smiled as he stood up, you followed behind him
as we made our way up to the bar i watched joes eyes scan the crowd, he was probably looking for lexie.
“joey.” - you got joes attention, the sound of your voice stopped him dead in his tracks as he turned to you
“stop looking for her.” - you
“i’m no-” - joe
“yeah ya are, i’ll hurt worse if you try to see her with him, if i were you i’d avoid her.” - you
“i’m trying to. i’m trying to stay conscious to where she is so i can go somewhere else” - joe
“i’ll be on the lookout okay?” - you
“okay” - joe nodded before striding up to the bar
he didn’t even ask what i wanted?
i watched him order before doing a quick glance around to make sure the wicked which of the west wasn’t around. a few minutes later, joe walked back over to me and handed me a mai tai.
“how’d you know that’s what i wanted?”
- you smiled
“i know you like that back of my damn hand, y/n. plus i use to give you a hard time about drinking summery drinks in the fall, so it’s easy to remember.” - joe shrugged
we stood there for a little bit, making casual conversation until the song over the speakers caught my attention. it was a slower song, and i recognized it as Starting Over by Chris Stapleton.
“i like this song” - you smiled
“i didn’t know bars played slow country songs.”
- joe laughed
“it was requested i guess” - you shrugged as you started swaying
joe put his cup down on the nearest empty table before taking mine out of my hand and setting it down also.
“what?” - you nervously laughed
“wanna dance?” - joe
the butterflies in my stomach tripled all at once. i was probably beet red right now.
i couldn’t formulate words so all i did was nod with a smile on my face.
joe put his hands on a respectable spot on my waist as mine were on his chest.
as time went on, we got closer together. we were flush against each other, still swaying to the song.
“i don’t ever want this to end” - joe
“me neither, joey.” - you
*time skip*
joe and i had made our way into a more secluded corner, away from everyone.
of course you didn’t know, but joe had noticed that you two had been on a certain someones radar. lexie was watching you both like a hawk after she saw you two dancing together. out of pure jealousy too.
after dancing, there was definitely a tension between joe and i that was just begging to be broken.
i was leaning my back against the wall, while joe was facing me with his hand against the wall above my head.
my eyes scanned the crowd as i stirred the drink in my hand with the straw. i felt a hand move a piece of my hair off my forehead which caused my eyes to leave my surroundings and up to joes face. he was looking down at me with so much admiration in his eyes.
"have i ever told you that you're the most beautiful girl?" - joe smiled
my heart skipped a beat, is what i've always dreamed of happening.. about to happen?
"i don't think so." - you
"well ya are." - joe caresses your cheek as he leans down to where his face is closer to yours
"y/n.. can i kiss you?" - joe
my voice was caught in my throat so all i could do was nod before joe smashed his lips onto mine.
am i really kissing joe right now?!
our lips molded together perfectly, like they were puzzle pieces perfectly made for each other.
joe leaned away and took a deep breath before connecting our lips again, his arms snaking around my waist.
we were both finally out of breath, our foreheads touching as we smiled at each other.
we stayed like that for a few seconds before joe fully moved away, just his arm around my waist connecting us as he looked around.
"ha it worked!" - joe
my heart shattered as i looked to where joe was looking, lexie storming out of the bar with her boyfriend close behind her.
"wait what? you did that to make her jealous?"
- you looked back up at joe, you were completely heartbroken as the tears threatened to spill over
"yeah duh, i thought you knew that? plus i mean you're my best friend why'd i ever kiss you?" - joe
my mouth dropped open at his words, and my stomach flipped- not in the good way that my stomach usually flips because of joe.
"y/n?" - joes eyes scanned your face, trying to see what you were thinking
"i- i have to go" - you turned and practically ran, the tears now spilling down your face
i sprinted across the bar, the ladies restroom in sight. i could hear joe behind me shouting my name as he ran after me but all i did was run faster.
when i had finally got to the bathroom, a hand grabbed my wrist.
"y/n listen-" - joe started
"shut the fuck up joe! leave me the hell alone. i don't want to talk to you now, or preferably ever again." - you cried
"you- you don't mean that." - joe
"yes i do, now let me go." - you pulled your wrist away from joes grasp and opened the bathroom door
"y/n please-" - joe pleaded before you slammed the bathroom door in his face
the bathroom was completely empty so i picked the closest stall to cry in.
i locked the door before sliding down the wall to the floor. my feelings for joe really were just one sided. to him i was nothing but his best friend.
that's not even the worst part. he used me to make his ex girlfriend jealous, the same ex girlfriend that cheated on him so i had to hold him an entire night.
it just really didn't make sense; i was so convinced he felt the same way. maybe he was leading me on this entire time?
whatever the answer was, i didn't want to know and didn't really care. i just hope to never talk to him again.
*time skip*
after crying in the floor for thirty minutes, i stood up from said floor and made my way out of the stall. when i walked over to the mirror, i didn't like who i saw; a lovesick, heartbroken, jealous girl.
i grabbed a couple paper towels to wipe the running mascara off my cheeks and eyes before looking back in the mirror. i was decent for the most part, but when i my eyes traveled to joes sweatshirt i felt like crying again.
i need to get out of this shirt, and out of here.
when i pulled his sweatshirt off, his jersey was shown underneath. there was no escaping him, seemed to be a common theme with joe.
i came up with a game plan before walking out of the bathroom.
joe wasn’t waiting outside the bathroom like i thought he would be, but it wouldn’t be too hard to find him.
after my disappearance i figured he’d be hitting the bar, and i was right.
he was sitting at a table by himself, 4 empty mic ultra cans next to him.
i was about to walk up to him and give him what for when none other than lexie came striding up to him.
“you ready to go joey?” - lexie
“yup” - joe took lexies hand to steady himself as he stood up before wrapping both arms around her waist
i turned around before they could see me and ran to where the other guys were sitting.
he’s holding her and i’m still around.
“woah y/n, you okay?” - ja’marr
“what’s wrong, why are you crying?” - jess
i didn’t answer their questions, just slammed joes folded sweatshirt on the table.
“this is joes, get it back to him. also, tell him i said go to hell.” - you wiped your eyes before striding out of the bar completely
when i got to the sidewalk, everything i was holding back bubbled up and practically exploded.
i pulled my phone out of my purse and immediately pulled up my moms number.
she answered on the second ring.
“honey, is everything okay?” - your mom
“no, please come pick me up” - you cried
“what’s wrong, are you hurt?” - your mom
“not really, not physically..” - you
“i’m on my way. care to tell me what’s wrong?”
- your mom
“i hate joe, so much” - you cried out
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authors note: DRAMMAAAAAA
hope you enjoyed! ❤️
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angel i’m sad 😞.
Do you think you could write dteam x college!reader? where reader is stressed out about college and goes to them for comfort?
(i’m struggling and i’m only 5 days into the school year, literally been running around my college trying to find my classes because my schedules all messed up and the Dean won’t fix it 🙄)
– ugh yes courtney my dear of course, here's a couple little blurbs for you 🫶🏽
you huff, walking off campus to bf!dream's apartment, just hoping he'll be there. when you slam the door shut, he jumps in his spot in his bed. your first stop was his kitchen, where you grappled through his fridge and cabinets and pantry for something to eat. unfortunately, through all your frustration you couldn't pick a single thing. ”y/n, baby, is that you?” clay called out, and almost as if on cue, you trotted through his bedroom door, another loud sigh escaping you. ”okay, i'll take that as a yes. what's up?” he set his textbook and his phone aside, stretching his arms out to pull you into him. your head lied against his chest and for a moment you didn't say anything, taking in his scent. ”jus'wanna sleep. don't wanna work on class work.” you could feel his eyes trained on the top of your head, where his hand scratched at your scalp. ”then take a nap, i'll wake you up in an hour and we'll go get something to eat, does that sound alright pretty?” you nod into his shirt and he smiles, lying back, pulling you up so your head is on the pillow, leaving his arm in the arch of your neck.
bf!sapnap stops by your dorm after classes only to find it empty and ends up dragging his sorry self back to his dorm. when he opens the door, there you are on his bed, curled up into an upright ball, textbook splayed out a few feet away from you. ”you alright peach? was lookin' for you in your room but here you are.” you pulled your head from your knees and crossed arms, letting out a heavy exhale. ”m'just really goddamn stressed, i got wayyy more after class work than i expected.” you were somewhere between tears and passing out and your voice conveyed it. sap slid his bag off his shoulder close to the nightstand before sitting down beside you, hand immediately flying to your knee. ”well, what's the hardest?” he asked, a gentle smile painted on his face. god did you love him.
bf!george calls you during his study hall. when you answer, he's surprised to recognise the surroundings better than usual. it's his bedroom. you're lying in his bed, wearing his hoodie, tucked in his blankets. his heart melted a little bit at the sight but his face just looked confused. ”y/n are you okay? why are you in my home?” he asks, moving his phone to be more centred in front of him, both hands around the device. ”started getting overstimulated after english lit, so i went where i felt safe.” again, a little more heart melting. you felt safe surrounded by his things, in his things. ”oh love i'm sorry. i'll be out in a couple hours, alright?” he glances up around the room at the endless bookshelves. ”i'll pick you up something to eat and then we can study together, okay?” you nod at the screen and he smiles. ”i love you george.” now he smiles, ”i love you y/n.”
– also now i think i should write this with situationshp!dteam or smthn w smut in it idk im feral for situationship writing
#saint's inbox !!#saint's friends: courtney !!#drm blurbs !!#sap blurbs !!#george blurbs !!#dwt#dwt x reader#dreamwastaken x reader#dreamwastaken fluff#dwt fluff#dreamwastaken#sapnap#sapnap x reader#sapnap fluff#gnf#georgenotfound#gnf x reader#gnf fluff#georgenotfound x reader#georgenotfound fluff#dteam#dream team#dteam x reader#dream team x reader#college au
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Compiling some Peppino-centric hcs i have bc i would like to have something to look back on as a point of reference 😌 (this is so long. SO fucking long. Im sorry)
- starting w the basics: hes a short king; 5’2 (157cm). Hes like late 40s-early 50s to me. Hes got brown eyes i never draw bc i like drawing him w dots lol. Hes particular about his appearance and grooms very consistently. Has literally no issues w balding (exposed to balding bears in his youth; thinks they are hot now 😌) and it helps that he can literally cave someones skull in if they speak ill of him. He does have a couple of comfy hats incase his hair decides to be unruly in bad weather.
- very bulky build; think of olympic strongmen/ highland games but short. Visibly muscular arms and broad shoulder, fat chest and stomach, smoother legs (fat layered over muscle; v thick thighs and calves). Hes got surgery scars on his lower back from a bullet wound (only entry/no exit point). Debated giving him a scar around his sternum from heart surgery or some other crazy injury he had but im not sure yet; the bullet extraction scar is definitely staying tho.
-does NOT work out; he used to wrestle in his late teens/early 20s but otherwise he was (still is) a man who did lots of physical labor around his childhood home and grandparents shop. Continued the cycle when he got his own home and his own restaurant; cheaper to do his own (extensive) repairs than call for specialists/contractors when u are Fucking Poor.
- he DOES exercise; he is fond of jogging. He does this alot postgame, usually in the early mornings before he opens, and at the beach on his days off. He had it drilled in v early in his life that he Needs to stay active, so he will roll out of bed and do this almost daily. On his days off he will have random people come and join him; usually pepperman or noisette. Its too tedious/boring of a task for gus and noise, and vigi is out cold until sunrise at minimum.
- he owns a HOUSE; he does not rent an apartment. This is bc i think it would be reasonable to assume that anyone who OWNS a restaurant was at some point, well off enough to own a house instead of renting. And i like the idea of him using this house as collateral; if the shop goes under, so does his home (more stress for him…). (Ive seen other people treat his shop like a duplex ie shop on the lobby level and an apartment/living space on the second floor. This is ALSO v good and coincides w my want to have his home tied to his restaurant)
- the house is small; two bedrooms, 2 1/2 baths, and a basement (where the 1/2 bath is located). BIG kitchen, small livingroom. It is surprisingly well furnished bc of his family donating things to him when he bought the house in his 30s. Lots of older wood based furniture. Hes not grossly messy (like food, bugs, etc) but he is disorganized beyond belief. Lives an ‘organized mess’ lifestyle bc of his high stress. Also extremely apathetic to his living conditions until postgame when his restaurant starts to take in profits again; less stress -> more positive time at home -> aware of the clutter as he spends more time at home.
- drives a beat up lookin car to and from work. Its his BABY; his ol reliable. He has to do lots of work to keep her intact and functioning. Eventually gets a newer car with his profits, but its rlly to help ease the strain on her so that he can take her out for drives occasionally.
-eldest of like 6 siblings; will not try to name them all just know that hes the only boy. Eldest daughter is only a year younger than him. Good relationship w all of them and his immediate family. Very matriarchal immediate family. Only a handful of uncles, his dad, and his grandpappy. Stubbornly cut off contact w everyone after the horrors (war) and refused to accept help w his failing restaurant (prideful). Eventually his (eldest) sister reaches out and he makes amends one at a time. (Gets an earful from his momma)
- works LONG hours. Awake by 4am, in noisettes cafe by 5am, in the shop by 6am. Preps and calls until opening at 9am. Closes at 9pm. Closes up FOR REAL at 10pm. Rinse n repeat. As the shop does better financially, he starts opening later and closing earlier (at the insistence of Gus). He still does his walks and his morning routine, just a little later, and he has enough time at home in the evening to cook for himself.
- on the topic of cooking, he is a good chef all around; pizza is just easier to market and consistently do Correct. Likes food alot. So much…..he isnt picky but he does go 😬 when eating something. Bad. And it happens Often.
- stress baked often. He felt bad about throwing out his food afterwards so he would give it away to his neighbors. No longer stress bakes but he will cook out of boredom which is not as bad but still not the best 😭 luckily he has so many freeloaders that will eat anything he makes (gus and noise)
- this is his second shop; the first one was in a larger city (think similar to pig city). Closed down due to insufficient payments, but reopened on the outskirts of the city (close to the forest) after putting up his house as collateral.
-first shop is where he first meets pizzahead. Hes offered a generous sum of cash to sell the business (which would then be converted into a ph brand shop). Obv declined. Later offered a position in pizzaheads business instead; nearly killed the man when scaring him out of his shop.
- Peppino is NOT some aggressive out of control beast (despite what pizzahead believes). He is vaguely neurotic and it is exacerbated by extreme stress and bouts of anxiety. So funny how removing the extreme stress and sources of anxiety makes him more Normal. (Somewhat encouraged by an official image i saw after i made this hc of peppinos attitude outside and inside the tower. He is relatively apathetic and inside the tower he is borderline manic. More hcs about that too)
- he is relatively fun to be with otherwise. He has some extremely dry humor. Hes incredibly sarcastic. He LIKES customer service…otherwise this would be impossible for him to endure. It helps that he Owns a shop, instead of only being a worker; he can yell at people who are rude and annoying to him and he knows (at least postgame) that he has loyal regulars.
- he is a bit of an asshole; he make snide remarks he shouldnt and hes been in his own fair share of fights bc of it. Has mellowed out drastically as he got a better grip on his emotions postgame. Only the most tolerant could really deal w him prior to postgame (gus) in part due to his anger (response to exacerbated neurosis and ptsd)
- also autistic. Extra stress bc of this. Easily overstimulated and the response to this is anger. Completely undiagnosed lmao but hes like late 40s; he just learned how to deal with it.
-common stress responses: bites on anything, usually his hand (Tried stopping this bc people would TOUCH him if he did that in front of others and that just made shit worse). Grinds his teeth. Jaw clenching. Making A Fist So Tight You Accidentally Cut Urself. Flappy hands, usually w hands balled up into a fist (specifically eyes closed; jaw clenched; head ducked, flappy hands over his ducked head). It looks ‘worse’ than biting but at least the excessive movement deters people from touching him.
- on a more positive note; knows quite a bit of magic tricks. Sleight of hand stuff is his forte. It is good for the anxiety and it keeps his hands busy. He is will consistently say that he is not good w kids but he loves entertaining them; they say the funniest shit and he likes being a bad influence on them 😈. Also teaching them tricks and letting them see behind the curtain is so fun for him; like they are so excited about silly tricks and it makes him feel a little cool….
- he is the kind of person whos like (dad voice) ‘not gettin a damn cat in my house’ and then has blackmail of him passed the fuck out with a cat on his stomach. He feeds the local strays by his shop and he cant help but feed the strays that end up by his house. He doesnt feel confident enough to take care of another animal when its so hard for him to remember to take care of himself so for now he just feeds them. But maybe soon he will take them inside…he also baby talks cats but if u caught him doing that he would kill u i think. (Pov u are the noise)
- silly hc that he has a real last name but he keeps it as spaghetti bc its funny to fuck around w people who ask him. No i dont know what his last name would be but i think it would be funny to have him ‘change’ it for branding and have people believe it. Also i think its funny to think of peppino saying this to ph somehow and he completely runs with it as gospel. Like ‘granny did u KNOW his last name is fucking spaghetti??’
- wrt young peppino, i say that w him being 20-23 in mind. Worked in his grandparents shop during this time. Worked as a line cook for some other restaurants as well (and saved up money to buy his own home while he lived w his parents and sisters). He was generally a sweetheart, just a bit odd (the Autsim and Anxiety), but that was (and still is) his charm point lol
- (SUGGESTIVE) cannot stop thinking of him as a little otter that hung out w older bears in the leather scene. He prob had his best years w them before he had to focus on other shit. He still keeps in contact w some of the peeps that were around his age postgame, and they meet up sometimes to hang along w vigilante. Now that hes older it is a bit surreal to now be the bear he used to look up to in his younger years. But its a bit flattering. Noise and Pepperman are younger than him and they both regard him w the same kind of wonder he used to give older bears. He thinks its cute lol (pepperman bc thats his muse and he sees his body type as PEAK human form, and noise bc i hc him as a bit sheltered despite the fame)
- (STILL SUGGESTIVE BUT THATS IT I SWEAR) adjacent to this; its weird for him to come back to this side of him bc hes been living in survival mode for over a decade. Got his house in his early 30s -> WAR -> comes back traumatized -> leaves family to cope -> dumps money into a restaurant to cope w leaving family. So he kinda missed it alot. Its fun to explore it w gus heehee and sometimes noise when he behaves.
-other things i wanted to mention but didnt know where to fit it. Peppino is a decent artist; he drew the logo for his shop and in general he is good at caricatures (another thing he can do to entertain a crowd; helps w anxiety to know how to not be awkward).
- Peppino is a bit of a mechanic (aka he learned bc he was broke and didnt want to call them for minor problems). Hes not a tinkerer but he likes the joy of creating sm and will make little. Creations. every once in a while. One of these creations is Peshino! He is a wooden windup toy made as a prototype for a more mechanical, mass produced version. He was intended to be sold as a cute little toy to help cement the branding for Peppinos shop but he never got the time or money for it, so peshino is collecting a bit of dust in his basement. Postgame, he takes peshino out and cleans him up; he feels a bit guilty about him….and the Big Peshino found in the tower plays music in Peppinos shop :) He also takes the time to clean him up and keep him functional.
Okay i think thats all i got for now byebye
#mine#peppino#um#runs away cutely….#i know i am missing sm but waugh#please ask me about these if ur curious….i am unable to draw and my insistence to draw out hcs stops me from sharing anything#so i am going to try and make these for alot of characters and then make a pinned for them if possible#posting these at the worst time possible LMAO but i want this Out#will reblog tomorrow at a better time#okay gn if u read this i love u…
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tally hall sketches and other assorted doodles
Here ya go guys! I also have improvement pics from last year! Almost two years in the Tally Hall fandom! Woohoo! My Marvin's CD is gonna hate me even more after all of this
A Ross sketch! I'm super proud of how it turned out! Below is a close-up!
The aforementioned close-up, showing the shading on his face and the folds of his sleeve!
Zubin! I love the side profile, and I used his picture in the MMMM booklet as a reference! Close up below, so you can see some of the more fine details/shading
the close-up!
Here's Andrew! His hair is kinda hard to not fluff-ify, but I dealt with it anyways and tried my best to keep it close to reality. Obligatory close(r)-up below.
next will be some other random stuff, mostly tally hall, but some of it is oc art
drew this drawing of Ross last September. Not amazing but very stylized, which I love/hate. the tag on the bottom left reads, "he's rather disheveled but this is the best I could do back then"
wtf is he doing? He in an action movie or something? btw this was last-year's andrew. very stylized. i hate it.
decided not to include the other last-year Rob cause i hate it deeply. this one's much better. very fluffy. i dont like the collar tho
just me poking fun at my horrendous attempts at stylizing joe. im not gonna draw him as much as the others btw.
This is from an au created by @bonkdd, but i did rob and andrew's designs bc i never saw his designs for them. i also added a lot of lore and plot stuff because i really liked the concept. in simple terms the tallies are robots that were abandoned by Marvin after he passed away so now they're falling apart n stuff without him to care for them (that's why rob hides his face). Anyways, huge thanks to Bonk for the original idea! They're a great artist, you should go check them out!
Edith, drawn/sketched with a ballpoint pen.
Another one. I like this one better, but I spent two days on this one versus a half on hour on the other so i guess it makes sense
Adrian and Reuben (OCs), done in a college-ruled notebook bc i ran out of pages in my sketchbook. next is a close-up so you can see more shading.
probably my favorite gay couple i've ever written ngl
Ace again, but wearing Reuben's favorite sweater.
Looking mighty fine!
He's lookin' tough, he's got the stuff, he's got the spiffy shades... (/lyric)
pose practice
Boll weevil, why don't you get out of your home? (/lyric)
old art jumpscare - i actually kinda like this one, might redraw it. Below is the full thing
why is zubes staring like that??? its creepy
here's another. i don't know why it's sideways. andrew is scared of joe btw, this isn't the entire drawing
Did an embossing peice. It's the Mojo Chessmaster! I tried by best to make it as detailed as possible, and I think I did pretty alright. The neck was probably the worst part to do. Below are close-ups
the head of the guitar was a pain in the ass.
This part was also pretty tricky but it came out okay. the dials at the bottom are raised as much as I could get them to go, so I'm not worried about them. My issue here was the pickups.
I also added Flansburgh's little signature guy but i drew his hair because why not? Anyways this piece took me a good hour or so to finish, I think it'll fetch a good grade (it was for my metal design class).
I'll add a sketch I just did as a bonus:
it's from a tally hall fanfic/au i made back in may after my grandpa passed away. It was a great stress-reliever and I still really like how it turned out. It's about cryptids and monsters and shit. I'll post a summary on a different post because this one was mostly for the drawings. I might post a few installments of it on my ao3. It could be a weekly thing since i usually have time on fridays to write.
Once again, a close-up is available below.
I put literal hours of research on cryptids and of the area (ann harbor, MI) while writing this fic. It was fun though, and it helped me a lot. Feel free to ask me anything about the plot or world-building !
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kindly asking for headcanons of kuro with this. tall. cool lookin. grunge wearing. super baddie. crush. that hes too shy to ask out. but she asks him out instead. because im ✨weak✨
This was fun to write! Kuro lowkey up there on my favourites-
Hope you enjoy! Sorry this took so long!!
With a baddie crush
Kuro Kiryu
Mans is SMITTEN.
The first time he sees you??? At first everything seems normal. He notices how strong you are. How you seem to command attention- but in such a way that he really doesn’t mind giving it to you.
This is where the infatuation begins.
Occasionally he sees you around. Local café, out for a jog. And every time he falls a little more in love.
Your outfits are always amazing- they suit your body type, the colours always complement each other. Your style just radiates that you knows what you're doing. You're just so confidently and unapologetically you. It's enticing. The way you laugh, the way you carry yourself.
He wants to know how you do it. He wants to know you. And he cannot utter a word to you.
On multiple occasions he's tried. Most times he just ends up wasting too much time watching you from afar that by the time it crosses his mind to talk to you, you're already heading out. Once or twice he's just psyched himself out, worried he'd come across as threatening or creepy. Lastly, there was once he almost got a greeting out to you, but someone's alarm had gone off and you hadn't heard him. Overall this was only driving him slightly mad.
Then the fateful day arrived. Kuro was heading to the usual café- well it was his usual NOW, because it seemed you showed up there decently often.
He would never admit that was the reason.
Regardless, he got his usual order and settled in, just going through some stuff on his phone. It wasn’t until someone sidled up to his table that he spared a glance away from it.
Standing next to his table, looking down at him, was none other than you.
And god, you were so much more amazing up close. Even seated, he knew that you had a towering figure- you had to be tall, his height or more, even. The breath left his lungs and he's speechless.
"Hey, I've seen you around here quite a bit. Sorry, I can't stay but I wanted to ask if you wanted to chat sometime? Just let me know when you're free, alright?"
You slide a napkin over to him and then turn on your heel and leave. You left your number on it, of course.
Kuro doesn’t even wait to text you, letting you know he's free whenever he comes to the cafe
You two text a lot- your humour is similar and it feels like you've known each other for years.
That being said, Kuro still cant even text about how he feels about you- about how he is so taken by you.
Good thing we have a strong confidant baddie to move things along ✨
Doesn’t take you too long before you start inviting him out on dates. Does he know they're dates?? Not really, you figured the word would freak him out a little too much. BUT you two get along so well. Once you wear down his hesitance because of his self doubt, of course.
Its when you're having a usual, quiet day at the café you met at that you decide to just go for it.
"Hey, Kuro. Can I ask you something?"
He looks up at you and smiles.
"Go out with me."
Mans is dead. Never recovers from that. Ofc he says yes, after like 10 minutes of sputtering.
You two are a power couple though 💕
#kuro kiryu x reader#kuro kiryu#enstars x reader#ensemble stars x reader#enstars#ensemble stars#ensemble stars headcanons#admin lemon
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From what ive gathered online its lookin like this weeks hot topic is Beyonce goin on tour and pricing her concert tickets starting at $500? Thats what the girls are ranting about correct? Now A Beyonce tour isn’t really where Im putting my business this week but whats on my mind is the audacity and ridiculousness of this situation. Everyone is posting memes and making comments about having to skip their rent to get their coins together to be able to afford a B ticket, which is just silly. The internet has been going on for weeks about not even being able to afford the price hike of eggs and she has the audacity to charge like four weeks salary for middle class.
Yea yea I get it, the production value of a Beyonce tour just goes up every year and her shows get bigger and bigger she’s a performer and gives the theatrics but dam are you really telling me she cant find producers to fund her over the top ideas? Instead she is forcing the girls to give up their rent money, bussy, and legs to see her for a couple hours?
Now I have no interest in attending a Beyonce concert and her newest album don’t concern me but whats bothering me is that this affects the bigger picture that Ive been seeing lately in the art and commerce world. Big companies and top artists destroying and building unhealthy standards that then become requirements that independent artists are expected to meet. A Beyonce ticket being $500 is only going to show other artists that they should steal as much as they can from their ‘fans’. Beyonce makes an album referencing ballroom culture, house music, and the gurls, yet pricing the show at silly ass numbers that cant no one afford without fucking up their monthly expenses....Zoooming out back into the art world these clients and companies expecting us to produce dover street quality while paying us wal-mart prices. They expecting us to make pitches and decks with references, that they aren't looking to reference but instead expect you to make an exact copy of what you are ‘referencing’, instead of adding any originality to it. Ive been on so many jobs where Im in the production stage and the clients are complaining or insisting that this doesn't look like the reference......ok are you serious? Did you not hire me for my style and direction????? nooo, you've hired me to reproduce the same recycled bullshit that we have all been regurgitating for the last 5 years and will forget about 10 minutes after viewers have liked the post and moved right on. Stylists are pulling from these corporate designers and then expecting independent designers to also deliver to them in the same capacity and pay them nothing for their work. You want deliverables in like a three day turn around but wont provide the funds for a team that can hand those over. Make-up and hair are paying thousands of dollars out of pocket beyond their fee and acting like its normal because thats what they've been doing.
And the gag is all these independent artists are still taking on these jobs in desperation for work just feeding the whale so that it can turn into a shark. Theres a lot of demanding going on with no hands coming the other way and its its bad business.
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Darling, Swing, and a Sapphire Ring
What is it about George Luz that inspires me to write friends-to-lovers fics? Oh, wait, no, I’ve got it. It’s those big brown eyes and that big cheeky smile.
Luz, you’ll be the death of me yet.
Pairing: George Luz x Female OC
Word count: 11,003 (well goddamn)
Tone: Best friends to lovers, flirting/banter, postwar reunions, dancing around feelings, quite a lot of pining
Summary: He’s got an engagement ring and a reunion to attend—now all he needs is a real, live, not-so-genuine fiancée.
Taglist: @tvserie-s-world @thoughpoppiesblow @victoryrollsandredlips @now-im-a-belieber @50svibes @mgdln97 @tina1938 @drinkwhiskeyandsmile @ask-you-what-sir @indecisiveimpatience @whovian45810 @brokennerdalert @holdingforgeneralhugs @onlyyouexisthere
"You want me to pretend I'm your what?"
"My girl!"
"I still don't get it."
"My girl! My beau! My beloved!"
"Yeah, George, I understand that part, but why?"
"I need you to pretend to be my girl for the reunion this weekend," George Luz repeats patiently, then pouts when all he gets in response is a deepened frown. "Why are you lookin' at me like that?"
"Because-" Magdalena Saas splutters, flapping her hands in emphatic circles. "Because that's nuts! It's absurd! Totally asinine!"
"Really pulling out the thesaurus for that one, sweetheart."
She shoots him a dirty look, and his smile starts to drop.
"You really think it's a bad idea?"
"I think it's an awful idea, George, and there's no way in hell I'm going through with it."
He looks genuinely baffled.
"Now why would you say a thing like that?"
"Let me think." Maggie ticks off her impressions on her fingers. "First off, charades like this never work out the way you think they will. Secondly, everyone plus your mother knows you and I are just friends. And thirdly—well, thirdly, it's a lousy idea!"
"That's only two valid points," George declares. "The third's more of an unproven opinion."
"Well, isn't two enough?"
"I mean..."
Maggie's head falls back and hits the bedframe with a thunk. She's managed to avoid blushing up until now, when George sucks in a breath through his grimace and tucks his hand between her head and the hard wooden frame, his palm caressing her hair.
Thirdly, this is not at all the kind of proposal I wish I'd get from you—and for the cherry on top, you're clueless.
"Fine."
"Fine?"
She crosses her arms and turns her head towards him, and just when he's thought he's won her over, she adds, "My third point is that you've clearly not thought this through."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"What if I prove you wrong?"
She sits up and squints at him. He flashes that lopsided grin she adores and she sighs, slouching again as she waves for him to go on.
"I'm listening."
"I've been thinking about this for two and a half weeks."
"And you're only just letting me in on your little scheme the day before?"
He waffles. "If I told you I kinda had to work up the nerve to ask, would you believe me?"
Seeing the crease of his brow and the sheepishness in his gaze, she glances aside, shushing the fluttering of her heart, and tells him she would.
"Good, 'cause it's true."
"Uh-huh. So what's your plan, anyway?"
"Huh?"
"If you really have been thinking about this for two and a half weeks, surely you've got some semblance of a plan."
"Yeah! Yeah, sure I do."
Maggie reaches over and taps his knee. "Then let's hear it."
"Well, to make it short and sweet—like you-"
"Of course, you had to go there."
"-you come with me to the reunion tomorrow, we pretend we're together, everybody is completely awed because they've never seen a more perfect couple-"
"Debatable."
"-and we go home happy and a little bit drunk after a night of fun!"
Maggie presses her lips together on one side of her face and thinks about what he's asking from her. On the surface, it's not much—pretend to be his girlfriend for four or five hours—but there's a lot she knows he probably hasn't considered. She loves George, but he's not the best with foresight. For one, it probably hasn't occurred to him that she's not going to know anyone there.
"But I will," he says happily when she brings this up, "and I'll introduce you to every single person there, if you want, and then you'll know everybody, and everybody will know—and adore—you."
"If you say so," she blusters. "Well—then what about getting there and back?"
"We'll take my car."
"Really? How close is this reunion?"
"A two-hour drive. One-and-a-half if we don't hit any traffic."
"Oh." This is a likable detail. "Alright, that's reasonable."
"I wouldn't be asking you if it wasn't."
She tries to be skeptical, but he's right. He's never asked anything of her he didn't think she could do. And this is the first ask she can think of that she's been hesitant to agree to.
"You do have a good track record," she admits, and he beams, knowing he's starting to win her over.
"Any other questions?"
"What's the expected attire for this thing? Am I good in jeans or should I wear a dress?"
"A dress," he answers, and she can tell he's being honest, not just picking and choosing what he himself would prefer. "As good as you look in those Levi's-"
"Stop looking at my ass."
"-it's a bit more of a formal event. Not suit and tie fancy, but button-up shirt for me and a dress or a skirt for you."
"Or a pantsuit?"
He grins. "Or a pantsuit."
"Hmm..." She pictures her wardrobe. "Yeah, I can work with that. Are we gonna be dancing?"
"All night long."
"My comfortable pumps it is, then."
"Pumps?" He scrunches up his face. "I don't think there's gonna be any tires that need inflating at the dance hall, sweetheart."
"It's a type of heel, darling."
"Oh." He laughs at himself. "Well, in that case, definitely go with the comfortable option."
"I mean..." She gestures to the pumps, sitting on a shoe rack across the room by the closet door. "They're a beat beaten up, I've had them for so long-"
"You think anybody's gonna be lookin' at your feet?"
He tickles her socked foot and she shrieks a laugh, careful not to move too sharply as she kicks his hand away. He grins and leans back against her bedframe, and when she tries to remember how they ended up sitting on the carpet like this instead of on her bed where the gin rummy game is still spread out, she can't remember.
"Are we talkin' a dinner party, or just dancing?"
"We usually go out to eat in a big group after everybody's tuckered out—usually, we get tired of poker, but this time, it'll be dancing, so my guess is we'll all get hungry quicker."
"And will there be drinking?"
"You know it."
Maggie laughs. "Well, you know me. So long as there's good beer, good company, and the potential for good food, I'm happy."
"Then I think you'll really enjoy yourself tomorrow."
"Only if I agree to this batshit crazy idea of yours."
"It's not that crazy," he insists, and though she knows he's probably right, she holds out a little longer.
"It's a little crazy."
"Yeah, maybe a little."
George adjusts his seated position, turning to look at her more fully, and Maggie half-wishes he hadn't—it's much easier to deny him when he's not mooning at her with those big brown eyes.
"There anything else you wanna know?"
Yeah—what am I supposed to do when we come home and I'm not yours anymore, because I never was yours, and probably won't ever be yours? What the hell am I supposed to tell my poor heart then?
She swallows back the premonition of regret and flashes a smile.
"Nope. Not unless you've got more to tell me."
"Well, there is one more thing..."
Maggie sighs dramatically, tossing her hand upon her forehead. "Oh, will the demands ever end?"
He snorts a laugh. "It's just one thing. One relatively small thing. I think."
"Alright, spit it out. Do I have to wear a wig? Fake teeth? Dye my eyebrows blonde?"
"What? No." He shakes his head as if clearing a startling image. "We gotta get engaged."
"What?"
George laughs, but she can tell he's nervous, very nervous, and she gets the sense he thinks she'll rescind her agreement now that this particular detail is out in the open.
"When I told the fellas, I may or may not have boasted about, um, my girl. A lot. And then Guarnere—love the guy, but he likes to run his mouth—started blabbin' about how he didn't believe me, and I just sorta blurted it out, and that got them impressed, so I ran with the bit, and now..." A sheepish smile is paired with a shrug. "They wanna meet my fiancée."
Maggie sighs yet again and pinches the upper bridge of her nose.
"Oh, George, darling George, what am I ever going to do with you?"
"Marry me?" His cheeks pinken. "I mean, only hypothetically, for this very specific event, and maybe for the next time you pretend to be my girl-"
"The next time?!"
"Forget I said that!" He gulps, studying her expression with wide eyes. "Well? Will you still go with me?"
Maggie considers. She could get something out of this, make a deal of it. She deserves something in return, really, for all the heartbreak this is no doubt going to cause her. After a moment's more thought, she nods, just once, and George beams.
"I'll do it on one condition."
He flashes those puppy-dog eyes and Maggie wonders for a moment if she should do this simply because she loves him.
That's exactly why you shouldn't be doing this, you cretin.
"Yeah? What is it?"
She squints at her best friend, then tosses her hair, feigning ignorance.
"I get to be the best woman at your actual wedding."
George seems relieved. "Oh, thank God."
Maggie gives him a curious look. "What did you think I was gonna say?"
"No idea," he laughs, "I'm just glad you picked that. I mean, you're a shoo-in for the position anyway-"
"Then maybe I oughta ask for something else."
"No, no, that's perfect," he says, laughing anxiously.
"Too late! I've changed my mind."
"I just had to run my mouth, didn't I?" He tugs at his ear. "So... what else?"
"It's... a secret."
He gapes at her, and she reaches out and shuts his mouth with her thumb and forefinger on his chin. She almost believes it when he swoons, and she leans back, rolling her eyes.
"Alright, Drama Queen, you've had your fun."
"I'll grant you your wish," he swears, rolling around to kneel before her. "Anything you want, my dearest Magdalena, is yours."
"Oh, yeah? Anything?"
"Anything."
"I wish you would find yourself a real fiancée instead of roping me into your bullshit."
George grimaces. "Okay, I can grant any wish except for that."
"Damnit." She scrunches up her nose. "Um..."
His smile turns into a smirk. "You don't actually know what you want from me, do you?"
I do, actually, but it's something I don't think you'd give.
"I do," she bluffs, "but I'll keep it a secret until the morning after we get back. Then you'll really squirm."
"Oh, yeah. Lots of squirming to be had right here."
"Shut up," she groans, then pushes at his arm when his smirk grows "Hey, watch it, buster, I could still change my mind. If I want to keep my payment secret—don't look at me like that, you know I don't want your money—then that's my prerogative."
"Fine, fine—but you'll do it? You'll go with me? As my fiancée?"
Rationally, she knows it's not for real, but when he looks at her like that, asking her to be his...
Don't think about it too much.
Too late. Her heart skips a beat.
"...Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes, I'll go with you. As your... fake fiancée."
"Yes!"
George throws his hands up, then grabs her face and plants a wet kiss on her nose. Maggie makes a face and rubs her sleeve across her face, but George is beaming so wide she can't help a small smile of her own.
"Oh—and you're driving."
Her best friend stops his preemptive celebration to pout.
"But Maggie-"
"Here we go."
"-all the guys'll be drinking, and it's a reunion, I can't just pass up a party-"
"Fine. You're driving on the way there."
"Yes!" he hisses through his toothy smile, pumping the air with his fist. "You're the best, you know that, Mags?"
She sighs, but lets him wrap his arm around her and kiss the top of her head regardless.
"Yeah, yeah. Just put on a ring on it and let's get back to gin rummy."
"Alrighty, I will."
He produces a small velvet box from his back pocket, and Maggie has to stare at it for a solid four or five seconds before she believes it's actually real.
"Sweetheart?"
She rolls her eyes to hide how her heart has started skipping all around her chest and holds out her left hand almost flippantly.
"You really have been planning this for a while, haven't you?"
"Two-and-a-half weeks."
"How'd you know my ring size?" she starts to ask, surprised that it fits so well, but he interrupts, rambling the way he does when he gets excited.
"Well, now that we've made that decision, we gotta figure out what you're wearin'! Not that you don't always look pretty, but I wanna make you the star o' the show, y'know? Everybody's gonna be so jealous o' me, sweetheart, just you wait..."
As Maggie watches George pick through her dresses and blouses and two pairs of work overalls she hasn't worn in a month, she leans her head against her hand and wonders what on earth she's gotten herself into. The metal of the ring on her finger presses to her temple, a stark reminder that the stakes for this are high.
And I bet they'll just keep getting higher.
"You know, you've got two—three—of the same dress in here. Different colors, same cut."
"Yes, I do know. It's my closet, smartass."
She moves her hand in front of her face and examines the ring while he's got his back turned to her. It's a silver band with an inlaid sapphire. Nothing too fancy, but certainly elegant. It's beautiful. It's perfect.
"Do you prefer blue or brown?"
"What?"
"For the dress. Blue or brown?"
Lifting the ring to her face, watching the sapphire twinkle in the orange-tinted light of her bedroom lamp, she can't conceal a small, giddy smile.
"Definitely blue."
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"Why did I let you talk me into this?"
George puts the car into park and leans over the side of the seat, his signature, surefire grin flashing across his face.
"That is not a very reassuring look."
He attempts a sympathetic pout, but when he bats his eyes at her with those downturned lips, he resembles a basset hound so sufficiently that she snorts a laugh.
"Now you just look extremely regretful."
He tries again, emphasizing the pout, and Maggie starts giggling (and it's only half from nerves).
"George Luz, you are the picture of remorse."
"Ah, but I made you laugh," he says, smiling again. "You wanna head inside?"
She hesitates, and though she tries not to look down at her hand, feeling the ring where it has hugged her third finger ever since last night (she didn't have the heart to part from it even while sleeping), she does. Softening, George reaches across the gearbox and lays his hand on Maggie's knee. She draws her lips between her teeth and pretends she’s hardly noticed the feeling of his palm against her skin.
"This is gonna be great," he vows. "It's you, me, all my buddies, and all their girls—good people, remember? And good beer, or so Perconte promises. And dancing! You like dancing."
"Yep," she chortles weakly, swinging her fist across her chest, "I do love me a good shindig."
George pauses, then squeezes her knee, his thumb brushing a little higher up her thigh. Maggie almost squeaks but manages to catch the sound behind her teeth.
"You know what we're gonna do, Mags?"
"What?" She coughs lightly into her fist. "What are we gonna do, George?"
"We're gonna dance a whole lot, so you won't hafta talk much if you don't want to."
A smile creeps onto Maggie's lips, and as she pats George's hand where it remains on her leg, she fails to notice the relief that sags his shoulders when he sees she’s relaxing.
"It's not all the people that's got me nervous," she admits. "It's... Well, it's that I'm afraid I won't play the part right."
"Pfff," he scoffs, fondly wrinkling his nose up at her. "People'll take one look at us and go 'Yup. That's George and Maggie. Always have been, always will be'."
"You think so?"
"Sweetheart, I know so."
They share a smile that lasts a bit too long for friends (but just right for the relationship they're supposed to have) until a bird flying straight past their windshield startles them and they look away, laughing awkwardly. They get out of the car. On one side, George locks the doors and takes a deep breath. He can't let it on, but he's starting to have doubts about this ruse—is one afternoon of pretending worth the sting of tomorrow, when they'll go back to how they really are and laugh about this later? He's not so sure anymore. On the other side of the car, Maggie straightens her blue dress and looks up at the four o'clock sun with a smile, her confidence revived, oblivious to George's fresh uncertainty.
"Ready to go, sweetheart?"
He offers her his arm and she gladly takes it.
"Ready as I'll ever be, darling."
Once the excitement of their arrival has subsided (Maggie is unsurprised to learn George is very popular among his former Company), George takes her up beside him and grins at the friends who've come up to greet him first.
"Fellas," he announces, "I'd like you to meet my gorgeous fiancée."
He turns and shows her off on his arm, proud as a peacock, and for all the ridiculousness of their ruse, Maggie can't deny she feels rather special with him going on like this.
"This is Ms. Magdalena Saas-"
"Call me Maggie."
"-soon to be Mrs. Magdalena Luz. Can you imagine that?"
"Yeah, Luz, that's usually how matrimony works," teases a friendly face out of the already amicable crowd. He takes George's hand to shake, then Maggie's. "Harry Welsh. Great to meet you, at last, Maggie. Luz here hasn't stopped talking about you for weeks—not that I'm any better about my own wife."
Flustered stupid, Maggie can only nod and blurt out a meek, "Oh?"
"Oh, yeah. Every time I call, it's Mags this and Maggie that." He chuckles. "I think he talks about you more than I talk about Kitty."
"Now that's saying something."
A smart young woman with a brilliant smile has appeared; she beams at Maggie, brightening up visibly when Welsh wraps his arm around her.
"I'm Kitty."
"I figured."
As they shake hands, Kitty laughs. "You do seem like a good fit for George—at least, from the stories Harry's told me."
"Better than good!" George declares, and the mystery of his sudden disappearance is solved when he hands Maggie one of the two beers in his hands. "She's absolutely perfect."
Maggie can feel her face heating up. Luckily, before she's forced to make a witty quip to deflect what she takes for a lie, Harry makes a face and jokes a complaint at George.
"Hey, what about my beer?"
"And mine?" Kitty laughs.
"I'm goin', I'm goin'," George laughs, waving off their teasing. "You stay put, Mags, I'll be right back."
He leaves them again, but not without planting a quick kiss on Maggie's knuckles, the left hand that blatantly bears his ring. She can feel her face heating up. Not for the first nor the last time tonight, she wonders if she's made an irrevocable mistake in agreeing to this mad plot. George gets a fiancée and points with his friends out of it, and she gets—what? A place at his side at his wedding to another woman and the whatever-it-is she's calling a secret but can't even decide for herself. Her throat gets tight, but she swears she won't cry, not until she's home and alone and this unreal night is over.
"Maggie, was it?"
It's Kitty, looking at her with growing concern.
"Sorry if I'm being nosy, but are you feeling alright?"
Maggie shifts on her feet, wishing she had pockets or a handbag or really any place to put her hands. She fiddles with her fingers and averts Kitty's well-meaning smile.
"Oh, yes, I'm fine."
"You sure? That's the same kind o' shifty-eyes bullshit-"
"Harry."
"Sorry, love. The same kind of shifty-eyes nonsense I pull when I'm not feeling well." Welsh frowns. "Come to speak of it, I usually come down with a cold this time of year..."
"Oh, no-" Maggie forces a laugh. "-I'm in good health."
But are you heartsick? Kitty asks with her eyes, and as much as Maggie wishes she could hide it, she's never been much good at camouflaging her heart. Just as she's about to mutter some excuse and run away to sit in the car until the reunion is over, George resurfaces. Once he's passed along the second pair of beers to his friends, he wraps his arm around her waist and tucks her against his side as if she belongs there. After a beat, she relaxes, reminding herself who she's doing this for.
"Hope you didn't miss me too long," George says, and when he steals a fleeting kiss on her cheek, he scans her gaze to make sure she approves. She puts on a smile and nudges his shoulder with her own, and his smile grows just enough for her to relax.
"Miss you?" She turns to Kitty and laughs. "I couldn't get rid of him if I tried."
She giggles. "He does seem rather attached."
"Hey," George pretends to complain, "I brought you a beer!"
Maggie giggles. "Oh, darling, you know I'm just as bad about you."
He looks astonished, and Kitty and Harry both laugh, not knowing how she has offered this confession like it's a known fact. George puts on a smirk and winks at his 'fiancée', who doesn't have to fake the blush his affection brings to her cheeks.
"That's right. Who could ever get enough of the one and only George Luz?"
He tickles her waist with the arm he's got around her, and as she almost spills her beer laughing, she has to remind herself he is her best friend and nothing more, no matter how affectionate he is tonight.
"Oh, stop it, you," she protests, pressing herself against his side to get away from his wicked fingers, and he grins.
"You know you love me."
"Uh-huh."
She expects him to drop the matter, but he persists.
"What? You mean to say you don't?"
"Oh, brother. Here we go again."
"Stop the party, there's been a murder—of my heart!"
"Kitty, S.O.S."
Kitty, who has been laughing this whole while, sobers herself up enough to pat Maggie sympathetically on the shoulder and then promptly lapses back into laughter.
"Harry, are you hearing this?" George gasps, clutching his beer to his chest and almost spilling it down his shirt.
"Loud and clear."
"She's trying to turn Kitty against us!"
"You are such a drama queen."
Maggie grins and tips her hand at Welsh. "Thank you. Agreed."
George sighs and droops his head, sipping forlornly at his beer until Maggie gives him a pitying look and nudges a kiss onto his cheek. He lifts his chin and sniffles.
"I hope you know that I, at least, love you."
"I love you, too, George."
Pretending not to mean it is difficult, and when his grin finally returns in full force, she has to look away lest he realizes the truth to her words—or, worse, he gets the idea to confirm their played-up affections with a real kiss. Hiding in her beer, she listens to George chat with Harry about this and that for a minute more before they part ways, her and George going to meet other friends while Kitty and her beau try to find a spot at the packed bar.
"You think they bought it?"
Maggie's smile flickers, but she nudges George's arm and scrunches up her nose at him playfully. "Of course, they did. We're two peas in a pod, you and I."
He beams. "Yup. We go together like peanut butter and jelly."
"Sunshine and summer!"
"Rainstorms and cuddles!"
Maggie laughs. "I dunno about that last one..."
"Pfff." He loops his arm around hers as they walk. "The only good thing to do on a rainy day is cuddle up with blankets and popcorn and a good movie—and especially with good company, if you've got it."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah." He shoots her a smile a bit fonder than she expects it to be. "Next time it rains, I'll be sure to call you up."
Maybe this time it's not so unwarranted when her heart gives a tremble.
"I'll bring cookies."
"And I'll pick the movie?"
She quirks a brow. "Just so long as it's not Seven Sinners again."
"What, you didn't like it? I mean, I've only seen it fourteen times, I could go for one more."
"Fourteen?! You've really seen it fourteen times?!"
"Sure have." A cheeky grin. "Viewing number fourteen was with you. And I, for one, wouldn't be opposed if you were there to make it fifteen..."
"Jesus Christ Almighty." Maggie shakes her head. "Watch it again on your own rainy day time, not on mine."
He snorts a laugh. "Oh, fine."
"But hey, if you're gonna watch Meet Me in St. Louis again—don't watch it without me!"
"Wouldn't dream of it, love."
Before she can wrap her head around the new pet name, he's started cheering a name, and he drops her arm (not unkindly) to embrace a trio of men who are all grinning to see him.
"If it ain't George Luz!"
"Babe Heffron! How you been?"
"Good, good. Bill and I joined a pool team." Heffron wiggles his auburn eyebrows. "You oughta see us on a good night—we rock the damn house!"
"Yeah, playin' with my techniques," grumbles another who's grinning just as much as smirking. "Still never got that game from you, Luz."
"That's 'cause I beat you at darts one too many times and you never wanted to play me in anything again, Johnny."
The group howls with laughter, and just when Maggie thinks now would be a good time to slip away and maybe find Kitty again (or a stiffer drink), George steps back and takes her hand.
"Fellas, this is the love o' my life," he says, and when he stumbles on the last word as if realizing what he's just said, Maggie doesn't notice, too caught up in the second use of 'love' in reference to her over the last few minutes. "'Member when I told you 'bout my fiancée back at that poker night last month? I know you couldn't make it, Malark, but I bet one o' these two fools mentioned it sometime."
"Johnny did," chuckles the second ginger of the trio. "Said you talked about her the whole night."
George grins. "Sure did. Drunk and sober."
As the other two grin, remembering the circumstance likewise, Maggie finds the courage to step forward and offer her hand. She means to shake and introduce herself, but her left hand is her dominant, and all eyes go to the ring. The one George has called Malark lets out a low whistle as they all crowd around.
"That is one helluva ring."
"That's a sapphire, right? Pretty."
"You musta saved up for months for that, Luz."
Maggie draws her hand back, self-conscious, only to realize what they're saying is not just complimentary but their honest revelations. Her face feels warm. She thought the ring was just a costume piece George had bought or borrowed from a friend in the theater business (of whom he has many). Knowing he went out of his way to buy a real genuine engagement ring for her—well, for tonight—has her feeling all kinds of ways—but no, she ought to focus, not break the facade. While she's been reeling, George has been telling the story of where he got the ring, and though she regrets missing most of it, she catches the last bit about seeing the ring in a shop in New York City and knowing it was perfect for her. Malark whistles a second time and (perhaps a little belatedly) extends his hand to shake. Maggie, embarrassed enough as it is, almost blurts out an apology when the ring in all its glory grazes his skin.
"Donald Malarkey, ma'am," he says without batting an eye. "Pleasure to meet you."
The other two echo the sentiment (while looking her up and down appreciatively) and she repeats it back to them as she learns their names. Malarkey's fellow redhead is Edward Heffron, who they all call Babe—"'Cept for my girlfriend, funny enough."—while the man with the perpetual smirk to his smile is John Martin.
“Admire while you can, gentleman," George encourages, squeezing Maggie's hand where he still holds it between them. "You'll never see such a beautiful woman again."
Maggie has to put her beer down on the nearest table before she sips at the wrong time and chokes on it.
"George!"
"What? It's true."
"It is most certainly not true."
Maggie swats his shoulder harder than she means to, but his smile doesn't even falter and he grabs her hand to kiss the finger with his ring on it.
"Says who? Says you? 'Cause if so, you are very wrong, like super-duper levels of wrong-"
"George!"
"Mags!" He bats his big, brown eyes at her, and she melts. "Can't I be proud of my girl, too?"
"He sure can—and should."
"Bull!"
A tall, broad man with a cigar perched in his crooked smile shakes George's hand heartily, then does the same to Maggie, adding a kiss to her cheek for good measure.
"Pleasure, ma'am," drawls the tall man. "Denver Randleman, at your service."
"Charmer," George grumbles, wrapping his arm around Maggie's back, and she wonders for half a second if he's jealous.
"It's a good thing I like the charmers," she teases him, testing the waters, and when his brow bends down, she hurriedly adds, "I wouldn't be marrying you if I didn't."
Immediately, the frown is gone. He lights up like the star map in her living room, the one he nearly knocked over just a few hours ago when he burst into her house with a dozen roses and a cheery promise that he'd make tonight worth it. For the most part, he's lived up to that pledge.
"Marrying him!" Malarkey whistles for the third time that night. "Never thought I'd see the day."
"What?" Maggie chortles. "Did he used to be a- a playboy, or something?"
Heffron bursts into laughter, and George, a little disgruntled, pushes him into Martin. They have a brief joking spat before tuning back in to what Malarkey's been saying about George.
"-was a bit of a flirt, sure, but honestly? I thought it would take longer for him to find somebody who lived up to his expectations."
"Oh, yeah?"
"He's really a hopeless romantic," Malark goes on, oblivious to the squinted, disapproving look he's currently receiving from George. "But hey, so am I." He raises his glass. "To love!"
"To love!"
They all drink, George and Maggie a bit more than the rest for the same undisclosed reason.
"And thank God he tripped over you," Heffron jibes, nodding to the sapphire on Maggie's finger. "You're a saint for takin' him off our hands."
George grumbles a retort, but then Maggie kisses his cheek, and all his discontentment vanishes in an instant. It doesn't go unnoticed by either of them that this is the first time she's been the one to initiate physical affection tonight. George hands his beer to Heffron and fans himself with his hand, spouting nonsense about how hot she is until she takes him by the arm and drags him away to—as she excuses to his friends—"find a better use for his stamina on the dance floor".
"My beer!"
Grinning, Heffron raises it in a toast and takes a sip—it's his beer now. George pouts, but the look lifts when Maggie bumps his hip with her own.
"You can have mine," she laughs, picking it up off the table, "just stop gushing about how great I am!"
He scoffs. "Now why would I do that?"
"Because, um..."
They've found a spot on the edge of the dance floor, but they can't go out there with the beer still in hand, so they trade it back and forth as they talk.
"Because?" He prompts, his smile turning a little devilish. "You can't even think of a reason."
Maggie makes a face. "I do have a reason."
"Then what it is?"
Passing back the glass as it quickly empties, she leans in and whispers in his ear, coming up with an excuse on the spot.
"Think of how many guys have brought their girlfriends and wives here."
"So?"
"You don't wanna offend anybody by saying rash things like that. I certainly don't wanna offend anybody."
"By bein' your pretty self?"
"George," she murmurs, but she's blushing, and there's no hiding it from him.
"Hey, I'm not the outlier here." He nods toward a couple across the room, raising his voice. "Look, Bill's over there showin' off his wife."
The man George refers to is standing with a crutch on one arm and a very pretty, very pregnant woman on the other. Maggie hums under her breath.
"Wow, they sure didn't waste any time once he got home."
George chokes on his beer. Stifling his laughter into snorts as Maggie rubs his back, trying to coax the breath back into him, he gasps, "Guess not."
"Heya."
Malarkey, along with Heffron, has followed them over after a detour to the bar. He glances between the pair, a brow quirked amusedly.
"What'd I miss?"
"They're flirtin', ya dingus," Heffron reprimands jokingly. "Leave 'em alone."
Maggie's face suddenly feels hot. George sighs, leaning close to whisper a reassuring joke in her ear that's meant for her and her alone. When his breath tickles her ear and she shivers, she wonders if there is some universe where this isn't a charade and he feels a chill when she comes so near. She giggles belatedly, and Malarkey chuckles, sipping at his drink.
"Say, how'd the two of you meet? From what I heard, they tried coaxing it outta Luz the last time some o' the guys met up for poker, but no dice."
"It's not a very remarkable story," Maggie deflects bashfully, and George pouts.
"Aw, c'mon. It's remarkable to me, sweetheart."
"Sorry, darling-" Without thinking much about the familiarity of the action, she draws her thumb across his upper lip, ridding it of a thin layer of foam. "-I guess it is a little bit remarkable."
He beams and pleasantly surprises Maggie when he holds her closer, practically hip-to-hip, his arm snug around her back.
"You know, you really were the talk o' the night." Martin quirks a slight smile. "All good things, of course. 'Luz's wonderful fiancée' and all."
"Of course," Maggie gasps, baffled, and when George kisses her cheek, she turns to him beseechingly. He pats her hand and turns to his buddies with his typical grin.
"We met at Cape Cod last summer, on the beach."
"Right," Maggie breathes. "I remember it like it was yesterday."
Heffron, along with the others, grins. "Yeah? Do tell."
"It was about a year ago—last June."
Maggie glances at George, hoping he'll let her take charge of this lie of theirs for just a minute, just for the part that is completely true. He seems happy to oblige, his smile widening as he nods for her to go on.
"It was a very hot day, so I was out with some friends on the beach. I'd just come in from the water—I like to surf, see—and I was just getting ready to sunbathe when darling George here-" She jostles her pretend beau a little, pleased when it makes him laugh. "-was running to catch a baseball and tripped right over me."
"He what?" Malarkey gasps as Heffron throws his head back in laughter.
“When I said you tripped over her, I didn’t actually mean it, Luz!"
Malarkey’s laughing now, too. "I knew you were clumsy, George, but holy hell!"
George hits his arm in a friendly punch, mumbling that his balance is just fine, thank-you-very-much, but when he looks back at Maggie, there's an affection creeping into his gaze that surprises her. Sure, they're friends, and they've been friends for a while, but he's looking at her with the kind of tenderness she'd expect him to show to—
To someone he really does want to see walking down the aisle to him one day.
"What can I say?" George quips, taking over when he sees Maggie has hit a standstill. "The minute I saw her-" He lays his hand over his heart. "-I fell."
Malarkey, Heffron, and a newly resurgent Bull Randleman all groan, but when Maggie laughs, they light up with smiles fonder than she expects.
"Wow. Somehow, Luz, you've managed to find the one person who actually laughs at your crummy jokes."
"They're not crummy," George and Maggie chorus, and Malarkey and Heffron share a grin.
"Uh-huh."
"They're not!" George insists with Maggie nodding right along, glancing up and down his face while he's too indignant to notice.
"Fine, they ain't crummy," Heffron concedes. "But hey—what happened next?"
"I took one look at her and told her I was gonna marry her someday."
Maggie can't help a laugh. "I think it went more like 'Sorry for tripping over you, can I marry you? Today?'"
Even Randleman rumbles a laugh.
"And what did you say?"
"No," Maggie admits, stifling her own amusement. "I said no."
"I'm pretty sure you hesitated," George insists, trying to maintain some of his dignity, and though Maggie shrugs mildly, willing to accept this, Heffron is apparently not.
"You sure it ain't 'cause you were helpin' her to her feet after knockin' her clean over?"
Malarkey jumps in on the action. "And then the first thing you said to her was 'sorry, marry me now'—jeez, Maggie, your head must've been spinning."
"It was," she giggles.
"If I'm hearin' this right-" Even Bull inputs his two cents. "-sounds like you were still strangers at that point."
"We were."
"But now," George interrupts, reclaiming the floor, "we're not. In fact-" He wiggles his ring finger as if it's Maggie's, grinning like this story really is the beginning of a happily ever after. "-we're engaged!"
"And congratulations for that!" Malarkey exclaims, beaming. "Say, would you mind if I took your girl for a spin on the dance floor, Luz?" He nods at Maggie. "If you want to, of course."
"Yeah, alright," she agrees, and George echoes the phrase, though a little more breezily than she would have expected. She gives her hand to Malarkey and they step out onto the dance floor, joining the multitude of veterans and their beloveds already two-stepping the night away.
"You sure can dance!"
As her partner twirls her, Maggie laughs. "Thanks! So can you!"
"You think so?"
"Yeah!"
"I'm glad!" He nods over at the other side of the dance floor. "I'm tryin' to catch the eye of the girl behind the bar over there, and my buddy Perconte—he lives kinda local—told me she likes to dance, so..."
"You want me to help you look good?"
Malarkey shrugs, too sheepish to confirm it, and Maggie grins.
"Any friend of George's is a friend of mine!" She clicks her heels, takes his hand, and kicks their dancing up a notch. "All you had to do was ask."
They jitterbug and jive out on the dance floor for a good ten minutes. About halfway through, Maggie twirls Malarkey three times and mutters in his ear with each pass that the pretty girl from the bar is looking their way. He straightens up, shoots her a grin, and dances some of the best swing Maggie has seen in years—not that she would give up George as her permanent dance partner for the world. They even get a small round of applause when the song on the radio trumpets its last riffs, and Maggie pushes at Malarkey until he takes a small bow. In return, he has her curtsy, and when she looks up, her cheeks warm, the first thing she sees is George looking at her from a dart game he doesn't seem all that involved in. There's a gap in the crowd that fills in an instant, but the look on his face has her heading for him immediately.
"Are ya winnin', champ?" she teases, coming to hang nonchalantly off his arm, and he gives her a crooked grin.
"'Course, I am."
A man Maggie doesn't yet recognize lands a perfect shot, and amidst the cheering of other onlookers, he turns to the pair, grinning.
"That'll be one lovely pack o' smokes, Luz."
"Damnit."
Maggie snickers as George puts down his beer to free one hand, and he wrinkles his nose up at her. She kisses the corner of his mouth and he beams until his darts opponent clears his throat.
"Aw, c'mon, Buck, didn't we used to play together?"
"Yeah," Buck chuckles, "used to." He takes his tan cap, the words 101st Airborne emblazoned in white on the front panel, and tips it at Maggie. "Evening, ma'am."
"'Evening, ma'am'," George mimics, fishing the cigarettes out of his pocket, and Maggie laughs as he hands over the goods.
"I'll reimburse you."
He waves her off. "Nah, you don't hafta-"
"Shh," she says, perking up, and when he follows her gaze over to the bar, he tenses up.
"Malarkey? What about 'im?"
"Just watch."
George's shoulders are still stiff, but he complies, and together, they spectate as Malarkey leans on the counter, stalling the pretty bartender. She seems interested, glancing him up and down, and when he jabs his thumb back toward the dance floor, Maggie grabs George's hand and squeezes.
"What-"
"For good luck."
George goes quiet, leaving Maggie unaware that the thought of his mere self being a sort of good luck charm to her has left him in a real tizzy.
The bartender Malarkey is flirting with glances over his shoulder at the dancers, then back at his smiling face. Maggie squeezes George's hand a second time.
"Moment of truth."
After a beat, the woman sets aside the glass she's been wiping with a dishrag and starts to nod, a smile creeping onto her lips. Maggie doesn't realize she's grinning twice as wide until she looks back at George and sees him visibly ease, uttering a laugh that betrays his relief.
"Didn't think you'd be playing matchmaker tonight, sweetheart."
"And I didn't think we'd be so good at being engaged, so what's the bigger surprise here, darling?"
He blinks at her, whatever tease he'd been about to toss back dying on his lips, and her cheeks heat up.
"Forget I said that."
"Yeah, nope."
"George-"
"Absolutely not forgetting that." His grin is infectious. "You're right, sweetheart, we are excellent at being engaged."
Maggie is still embarrassed, but as he holds her by the hips and sways her a little, her own lips start to turn back up.
"I guess we really do go together well."
"A little too well." His mouth turns up on one side, but his usual confidence is missing from the look, and it catches Maggie's attention. "You know, for a minute there, I was a little afraid Malark was gonna steal you away from me."
She laughs lightly. "Who, little old me? I'm lucky as hell I somehow managed to get you, George, no way I'd leave you in the dust like that. Besides-" She wiggles the fingers on her left hand. "-I'm clearly quite committed."
He doesn't banter back as she expects; in fact, he's fallen completely silent. The seconds pass and her cheeks heat up as he just stares at her, the beer in his hand dripping condensation down his wrist, all but forgotten.
"Don't talk like that," he says quietly, and she glances aside, chuckling awkwardly as she reaches for a counter napkin.
"Right, right, sorry. This isn’t real." She pats his wrist dry. "Where'd you-"
"No, not that."
"What?" She looks between his damp skin and the napkin, confused. "Did you... want your hand to be wet?"
"No, no-" He shakes his head, but she only glances up briefly. "-don't talk like that about you being lucky."
Maggie eases, laughing gently. "Why? I meant it. There ain't nobody out there like my George Luz."
He quirks a small smile, but it's fleeting, and she realizes she's misunderstood him again.
"Thanks, love-" He's frowning, and it makes her sad. "-but it's the 'somehow managed to get me' bit that I'm stuck on."
"... Yeah, I kinda figured that out as you were sayin' it."
"It's not true, Mags. There's no 'somehow' in there. You-"
"Didn't really get you," she reminds him for her own sake more than his, forced to check her overeager heart. "But, uh..."
"What?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, you're kind of the only guy who talks to me... on a regular basis." She clears her throat. "Who's my friend, I mean."
"That's stupid."
"That you're my friend?"
"That men aren't falling over themselves for you like you deserve."
There's such righteousness in his gaze when she meets it that she can't help but blush and stumble over her words. He takes this as if he's said something wrong and sighs, looking away. After a beat of uncomfortable silence, he turns back to her with a smile plastered on his face and downs the rest of his beer in an impressive swig.
"Wanna hit the dance floor with me?"
She can tell he's faking his enthusiasm, but she matches it, taking his hand when it is offered and letting him lead the way.
"Hey, George?" she asks as he finds them a spot on the edge of the floor, not far from where Malarkey and his pretty bartender are dancing with stars in their eyes.
"Yeah?"
She lifts up her hand only to discover it's still holding George's. They share a brief laugh as they find a rhythm in the music.
"Where did you get this ring, anyway? Was it really in New York City?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He's distracted by something, but what, she can't tell. As they keep dancing and he trips over his feet more often than usual—noticeably so—she starts to worry. Then he almost knocks over another couple and she drags him off the dance floor, brushing off his apologies for windmilling his arms like that.
"I don't know what's gotten into me tonight," he says, and though she can tell it's a lie to make her worry less, she pretends to believe him, only worrying more.
"That's alright—I think I've had enough dancing for now," she replies, pretending she's tuckered out, and he nods, quickly leading her away from the epicenter of the music and chatter. They find a table near the back, one of the only empty ones, and when she sits down, kicking up her feet, she's not surprised that he doesn't join her.
"Why don't you go socialize?" she suggests, deciding that must be what's on his mind.
"You sure?"
"These are your people. Go make 'em realize just how much they've missed ya." A smile as she reaches up and pats his cheek. "You're a real hoot, George Luz. Life o' the party."
He's smiling again, but still, he hesitates.
"I don't want to just leave you here."
She laughs. "I think me and my aching feet will survive."
A wince. "Sorry about that."
"Don't be." Sincere, her smile grows. "Really, you should go talk to people. That's what we're here for, George—not for this song-and-dance with you and me but for you to catch up with your buddies."
Finally, he gives in, his smile growing where he had not before allowed it to. He leans down, kisses her right on her lips, and as he steps back, he tugs fondly at a loose curl by her ear.
"Thanks, love."
He's gone into the crowd before either of them has realized what he's just done wasn't supposed to happen, and Maggie's startled gasp almost makes her fall backward, chair and all. Kitty Welsh—savior that she is—steadies her and pulls up a chair, but Maggie is so bewildered that she hardly registers Kitty's teasing greeting.
"Hello? Maggie? You with us?" Kitty frowns. "Frannie, did you happen to catch how much this dear's had to drink?"
The very pretty, very pregnant woman that Maggie recognizes as Bill's wife huffs as she lowers herself into the next available seat. "Nope," she replies once she's settled in, "but I know drunk, and pretty Miss Dazed here ain't drunk."
"He kissed me."
Kitty and Bill's wife—Frannie, her name's Frannie—share a look.
"Yeah, honey—is that... unusual?"
"Well, I mean, we're engaged... I just can't believe it."
"Ah." Kitty relaxes. "Young love."
Frannie rubs Maggie's shoulder, and it's quite soothing, enough so that Maggie snaps out of her shock.
"You're still in the honeymoon phase, aren't ya, sweetcheeks?" Frannie supposes. "Still can't believe you got that happy ending?"
"Yeah," Maggie sighs happily, using the better part of her willpower to keep herself composed and play along with their assumptions. "Yeah, that's about right."
Kitty's smile grows. "That's sweet. You really love him, huh?"
"I do. I really do."
It's such a relief to admit it after all this time that the admission comes out louder than Maggie means it to. She covers her mouth and giggles when the two wives fondly echo the sentiment for their own husbands.
"Bill's a handful, but he's my handful." Frannie giggles. "Not that I'm an angel, either."
"Oh, hush. You're better than he deserves."
"Kitty!" Frannie playfully swats her friend's arm. "What if I said that about you and Harry?"
"Then you'd be wrong."
Frannie rolls her eyes. "No justice for the wed."
"She's married, too," Maggie points out, nodding to Kitty, and Frannie lets out a booming laugh that has her husband grinning broadly at her from all the way across the room.
"I knew I'd like you, sweetcheeks." A small smirk as she reaches over and pats Maggie's hand, the one with the ring on it. "I think you'll enjoy married life."
"Oh, and speaking of," Kitty chimes in, "congratulations!"
"Oh—oh, thank you."
Both women are now beaming at her, and Maggie isn't sure how she manages to keep her chin up and pretend she's really one of them.
"When's the wedding?"
"It's, uh..."
"Late October."
"George!" Maggie clasps her hand to her chest, playing off the shock he's given her as a joke. "I thought you were mingling."
"Yeah, I was, but I missed you."
She blushes, and Kitty and Frannie share a knowing look.
"Well, we'll leave you to it."
They get up and start to leave, and Maggie isn't sure she wants them to. She can't find it in herself to say so, though, so she faces her heart—otherwise known as George Luz—and acts as if he left her with his usual smile and not a very unusual kiss.
"You didn't have to come back so soon-"
She gives a start as soon as she looks up.
"George, what's the matter?"
"Matter?"
"You've gone pale."
"Oh." He glances to and fro. "I... I think I need some air."
She's seen this before. Sometimes the memories from the war will hit him out of nowhere and Mr. Life of the Party will need a minute to himself. She's not surprised it's happened here, with all his buddies from the service, so when he looks at her imploringly, she takes him by the hand and scans the venue for the closest exit.
"Alright. Let's go get some air."
He heads for the back door, and though she tries to tell him it only leads to an alleyway, her words fall on deaf ears. She squeezes his hand, trying to remind him she's right here by his side, where she'll always be, no matter what, even when it hurts to know she can't promise him any of that out loud. He knows she cares, right? She wouldn't be here with him tonight, with this beautiful, damning ring on her finger, if she didn't care.
She just hopes he doesn't see all the way through her. No coming back from that.
The door hasn't finished shutting behind them when George drops Maggie's hand. He leaves her on the stoop, crossing the few short strides to the opposite wall of the alleyway. He leans against the tattered bricks, crosses his arms, and takes a few slow breaths. Patient, she sits down and waits for him to ask anything of her, anything at all.
"God, this was a terrible idea."
She knows what he means as soon as the words are out of his mouth. It still doesn't lessen the sting—but there's no shock to the admission. After a few seconds of waiting for him to go on, maybe to take it back, she leans her elbows on her knees and sighs.
"If it helps at all, I was kind of expecting this to happen."
"Expecting what to happen?"
"You to figure out you didn't want... this." A faint chuckle. "I mean, it was your idea, but sometimes impulsive things like this-"
"Impulsive?"
"Yeah. Impulsive."
"No."
"No?"
"Seven months and one day."
This timespan does not ring a bell anywhere in her memory. She looks up at him, her confusion evident in her expression. He's still leaning on the brick wall, but he's straightened up, and the color is returning to his face.
"Sorry?"
"Seven months and one day. That's how long I've had the ring."
"... Okay?"
She blinks. If there are dots to be connected here, she can't find them. George groans and rubs his face with his hands. Maggie starts to rise, but he shakes his head, and she sits back down.
"So you've had the ring for seven months."
"And one day."
"And one day," she amends. "Is... something about it bothering you?" She curls her hand into a fist and hides the blue gemstone against her skirt. "I can take it off. If anybody asks I can say I didn't want to drop it dancing and put it away for safekeeping in the car."
He's still quiet, and it's so unlike him, so unnerving, that she wants to cry.
"George, it's alright, I'll take it off-"
"Don't!"
"Don't?"
"Please don't," he says, and he's begging, and she doesn't understand.
"Why not?"
"I- I can't see you without it."
She balks. "What? What does that mean?"
Maggie can count the number of times she's left George Luz speechless on one hand. Beholding the terror in his eyes as he gapes at her is the most frightened she's been since the war ended. Steeling the last of her nerves, she jumps up, stamps her foot, and, for the first time since this lie of theirs started, stands her ground.
"Christ Almighty, George, if you don't tell me what the fuck is bothering you so much, I'm gonna go back in there and drag Malarkey away from his pretty bartender for another dance!"
"Oh, please don't do that."
She throws her clasped hands out at him like a last-resort prayer.
"Then tell me what's wrong."
He drops his hands to his sides. They hang there, empty, until she steps forward and takes them to hold. Finally, he draws his gaze up to meet hers, but it doesn't last long before his attention falls to her lips. Twice.
"I want it to be real."
This, combined with how he licks his lips before glancing at hers for the third time, knocks the breath out of her.
"What?" she tries to ask, but all that comes out is a whisper—and worse, her voice breaks.
George takes it the wrong way. He steps back, drops her hands, and presses his back against the bricks as if he can blend in, hide from her there. Unfortunately for him, his shirt is not red but a pale blue. She helped him pick it out not six hours ago. She would have gone with a nice forest green—she thinks he looks especially excellent in the color—but she was worried it would remind him too much of his Airborne uniform, especially today.
"I shouldn't have said that."
She startles back into the moment. They've been staring at each other; only now has one of them (him) broken the silence.
"George-"
"Just- just go back in there and tell them I went out for a cigarette break, they'll get it, they know how it gets, with the nicotine—and jeez, it's June again, did you know Normandy was in June? It must'a been in the papers, you prob'ly read all about it-"
"You really did buy the ring for me, didn't you."
It's not a question. It's all clicking into place; the more he rambles, the more anxious he gets, and the more she hears threaded between his buzzing. Knowing she's come to understand makes him fall silent and look away. She feels as though she can feel his heart beating against her very own. He's afraid. She wants to tell him Don't worry, I am, too, but when she steps toward him, he turns his gaze further away, looking down the long alley at the quiet street.
"Did you? Buy the ring for me."
He tries to take a deep breath, but it shakes, and they can both hear it.
"George, please."
He nods, just once, but it's enough.
"You bought the ring for me because you actually did want to marry me."
"Did?" He chuckles hoarsely. "Whoever said it was a 'did' and not a..."
He trails off, but they both know what he almost said.
His voice drops and his head goes with it.
"God, I really wish I had you- shit, I mean, a smoke right now..."
"A smoke?" she asks skeptically. "You want me to go ask that Buck fella for one for you? I'm sure if I was nice about it, he'd-"
"No!"
He lurches toward her, then freezes as if he's forgotten he's supposed to be walling himself away from her. He swallows; she watches his Adam's apple bob.
"No?"
"Don't go."
"Alright, then do you want a smoke or do you want me? Because I can give you one of those things, but probably not the oth-"
"You!" he cries, and it's as if the words have been ricocheting around his chest all night, made louder every time his heart skips or flutters. "Always- always you."
He scrunches up his face as if he's trying not to cry, and Maggie drags her knuckles under her eyes, trying to diminish her own tears.
"Goddamnit," he whispers. "I'm sorry, Mags. I'm real sorry."
She sniffles. When he shuffles a step towards her, it's instinctual; he's quick to retreat again. Finally brave enough, she goes and wraps her arms around him. It takes a moment, but he returns the embrace, a bit clumsily but no less earnestly than he might have yesterday, before this all began.
"I'm sorry, too."
"For what?" He snorts derisively at himself. "What in the hell could you possibly have done that's more insane than buying your best friend a goddamn engagement ring-"
"Falling in love with him the day I met him, how about that?"
He gapes at her.
"You what?"
She sighs. His nose flutters; his breathing is still unstable.
"George, when you asked me to marry you that day on the beach, I didn't freeze up 'cause it was such a startling thing to ask a stranger—even though it definitely was-"
"You didn't?"
"No. No, I froze up because I looked at you, with your big, brown, puppy-dog eyes and your smile all stricken by something that I think might have been awe, and my first instinct was to say yes and marry you on the spot.”
"It was?"
"Yeah, it was."
Maggie shrugs, running her hands up and down George's arms, hoping to soothe him. Her touch, accompanying her confession, seems to do the trick.
"It took all of five minutes for me to fall in love with you then and I'm still in love with you now. Now, I dunno if that's crazier than buying somebody an engagement ring before you've asked 'em out on a first date... But hey, if our standard here is longevity—whether it be two and a half weeks or seven months and one day—then I'm pretty sure I win."
They share a faint laugh, always watching each other's expression, worried one will frighten the other off if they say just one thing too much.
"Only by a few months."
"Aw, there's that smile." Maggie reaches up and caresses his cheek, and to her continued delight, he leans readily into her touch. "I love that smile."
"Sweetheart?"
"Yeah?"
He turns his head and nuzzles a kiss into her palm, and the warmth that fills her chest is more comforting than he could ever know.
"What was that secret you wanted from me? After this was all over?"
"Honestly?" Her smile turns a little shy. "It was you all along."
His grin falls, and for a moment, she's terrified he's only now come to realize all she's been saying. And yet, he doesn't turn away, he steps toward her, and his lower lip is trembling when he murmurs:
"You really do love me."
"I really do," she confirms, still a little afraid he's going to run despite the ring he's now taking off her finger—
"George? What’re you-"
"I know this might not be the best place, but I wanna do this right before I lose the nerve."
He drops to one knee. She gasps, and again it sounds strangled, but this time, he takes her surprise at its harmless face value.
"Marry me, sweetheart?" He's choking up, she can hear it in his voice just as much as she can see it in his eyes. "Marry me for real?"
"Yes," she whimpers, "yes, I'll marry you for real—but for the love of God, George, kiss me."
He surges up to meet her, and they embrace like they've been waiting an aeon for this moment. It kind of feels like they have, even though they've known each other for only a year. He kisses her dizzy and she returns the favor. His hands on her face, caressing her arms, bunching up the back of her dress at the small of her back to pull her flush against him—it's all she's ever imagined and more. When she twirls a brown curl around her finger and accidentally tugs, he groans into her mouth. She nearly has a heart attack from all the things it—he—makes her feel. When they stumble back into the dance hall, drunk off each other, they beeline first for the bar. A celebration is certainly in order—be it two toasts or ten—and if they get too drunk, someone here will get them a hotel room or a taxi. Maggie spots Kitty and Frannie and breaks away, murmuring apologies when she sees the pout already forming on George's face.
"Meet me over there," she mumbles against his lips, delaying to kiss them several times before making her departure.
"You look happy," Kitty remarks as Maggie floats on over. "Happier, I should say, happier than you've looked all evening."
"I am, and for jolly good reason!"
Maggie's two new friends lean over the table towards her, pleased that she has come to them first with her shiny news.
"Oh, go on," Frannie urges, "Spill the beans!"
"It's George- well, it's both of us, really!" Maggie blurts out, hasty in her elation.
"What about you?"
Triumphant at last, Maggie raises her left hand and shows the ladies that magnificent ring and the real, genuine promise it comes with.
"We're engaged!"
While Frannie looks confused—
"Weren't ya already?"
—Kitty's smile quickly turns knowing.
"Frannie, I think our friends Maggie and George might have been fooling us until, say, five minutes ago?"
George reappears—it seems he has missed Maggie just as much as she has missed him in the forty-five seconds they've been apart—wrapping both arms around her torso and cuddling her to him. Where the drinks he was supposed to get have gone, Maggie doesn't know and doesn't much care.
"More like seven," he mumbles into her shoulder blade, and she giggles, placing her hands over his on her stomach. They sway a bit, and Maggie turns her head to feel his glorious kiss again. He pecks her neck—mostly innocently—and little flares spark fire through her stomach.
"Love you, darling."
"Love you, too, sweetheart."
Frannie looks at the fawning couple, then at a very satisfied Kitty, then back at Maggie.
"We love you, too, Frannie," Maggie giggles, a little delirious. "And Kitty, of course."
Kitty raises her glass in a mirthful toast. "Why, of course."
Frannie shuts her gaping mouth, blinks several times, then leans back in her chair.
"Mhmm. Okay."
She takes a deep breath, then hits the table with a soft open palm, and fixes her incredulity directly on Maggie and George, who couldn't be bothered less.
"What in the flying fuck did I miss?"
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**kicks down the door** ITS HOT GIRL SUMMER BABYYyyy!!!! How’s about Y/N and Julia Heart have a “girls day” by the pool with the HOB lookin on 😈
Peeping toms 😂
I love this idea, babes! The chokehold they have on me is unreal.
Hot Girl Summer
Pairing: House of Black/Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: none
Tag List:
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"You look so good!"
Julia gave me a small smile as she sat beside me at the hotel's outdoor pool. "Thanks Y/n," she said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
I swirled my foot in the water and leaned my head on her shoulder. We had always been close, but her joining the House meant we'd have even more time together. Besides, like I'd complain about seeing those three men all the time.
"Thanks for the girl time," she said, pulling me in for a side hug.
"Of course, babe," I said, turning to give her a light kiss on the cheek. "Now are you getting in or what?" I pushed off the edge and into the water, splashing her slightly.
"Oh we're doing that, huh?" she said with a laugh as she slid into the water, smacking it and sending some spraying at me.
We kept that up for a few moments, giggling and splashing each other like little kids. After a while, Julia and I just floated in the water, both slightly winded from our antics. Looking over at each other, we burst into another fit of giggles as she drifted under my arm and a shadow stood over us.
“Enjoying yourselves, ladies?”
I smiled, turning toward the accented voice behind us. “Of course,” I said sweetly, eyeing Malakai in his dark suit. My gaze slid over to the other chairs, where both Brody and Buddy sat. “Aren’t you warm?” I filled my voice with faux worry, hoping I could get them to break down. “You should join us.”
Buddy stood, and I flashed Julia a look, coupled with a small smirk. She knew I loved just messing with them, having them wrapped, but Buddy and Brody were always the easier ones to get to go my way.
I looked back to the three men, giving them my best doe eyed look. “C’mon guys,” I pleaded, “the water is perfect.” Julia stifled a giggle as I watched a flushed Buddy pulling his shirt off.
I turned to Brody, batting my lashes, which always made him weak for me. He sighed, pulling his shirt off as Buddy jumped into the water. Malakai sighed as he watched Brody follow, and I giggled. “Please?” I said softly, leaning on the wall of the pool as the other three splashed around.
A devilish smirk crossed Malakai’s lips. “Maybe tonight, schatje. Just you and I.” I felt my face flush as I sank into the pool as he sat on one of the beach chairs, watching us.
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Jungwoo/Mark’s tweet earlier got me sooo mad I was heated again like so quick after the nj concert the very next day you’re like “back to koreaaaaa💚” like I’m upset bc i am into 2 other groups, all of which I’ve supported since their respective debuts (except for the fact that I’d been around and waited for neos since 2014 smrookies…since their fucking name sounded like a citation in a legal contract, SR14B! That’s right, all the way from Florida, I’ve been down for them since before THEY WERE EVEN “THEM”, THEIR DAMN SELVES!! I remember when Haechan spelled his birth name without a ‘c’ in it, you little muskrats, i— anyway ) but 80% of my attention time and money for the last few years has been to nct, including superm. First it was it was like 50-55%, then it progressed a couple years ago to 65-75, now here we are. To the point that I still care about my favs but all I talk about & most of I listen to & only I voted for, has been nct. On top of that, I’m Black. And was most active on Twitter. Do y’all know how hard it is to be a black ifan to these mfs for over half a decade, sometimes I wonder if im in my right mind cus part of me lookin in the mirror like “bitch u sure u good over there?🤨” 😭
The confidence…the gall, the audacity, the mf TEMERITY of these people to either not gaf enough about the majority of their fans that they’ll pussyfoot around and kiss the feet of Korean nctzens so much that they are actively disrespecting us. A few of them lurk, I know they do, esp Ty. ik cus he’s my bias & what he texts in bubble proves he knows things he wouldn’t be aware of without looking at our tweets. I am so upset with him & I have never been mad enough about anything he’s done as I am rn. If you’ve seen anything Tyongf have said, you know we are a little shocked and a lot disappointed. I’d planned to say sumn but that video showing he was insecure in his position came out so I used my allotted texts on that but the minute he sends smth (3 replies allowed per message of the artist) it’s ON, on.
I remember superhuman era quite well but what strikes me is how large the treatment gap has widened since then. There came to a time where we were lowered another peg (cus we knew we weren’t equal) to please and appease kfans. Then it’s gotten worse and worse when their fandom size jump quite a bit with Kick It but EXPONENTIALLY abroad with Sticker & favorite last year. But the acknowledgement has been less! How long does sm think we will sit & take this from them before we find another group that doesn’t mistreat their fans abroad lmao. One of those I’m into is BTS. Do you think I would’ve been calling radio stations regularly to get & then keep their songs on there, buying the albums in store to help with physicals and doing all the other projects if they treated intl army like NCT treats nctzens outside of Korea🧐?!?? Does NCT and sm think GRAMMY NOMINATIONS came to BTS twice by intl armys getting treated like second class citizens?! LMAOOO chile they have bumped their damn heads.
Atp I want Chris Lee and some other people’s heads on pikes!! Whoever make them type of decisions to shun us!! They really bending over backwards for people who tanked their entire era in anger bc American fans got fan service like taking pics with them on the street & shit?? That just shows how shallow they can be! Clown asses! Usually I’m like “Bubu don’t go on Twitter there aren’t good things there” but rn I’m sooo close to going off that it got me boutta text him to go on Twitter & exactly what to search if he wanna see whats really good in the fandom rn. I’m tired of being understanding & acting like I’m fine and is being the bigger person. I want to evoke emotions, I want them feel upset and worry and FEAR👹 It sounds unhinged and petty but I want them for even just a MINUTE, to have a bodily experience of fright and sadness and the realization that we very can leave in droves! But not boycotting an era and cursing them out, oh no, by legitimately just dropping them. That we CAN leave their asses silently and put another group on the map. We can drop not just the unit but the whole brand, ending that nct Hollywood bullshit RIGHT NOW if they don’t appreciate us being around. We don’t expect to be superior just at least toe the mf line??
It’s funny, they call us grass sometimes bc of our light sticks. I’m all about not feeling insecure or conflicted in the past but…These days? I’d thoroughly enjoy them having an “oh shit…” feeling of despair, and epiphany that if they don’t water ALL the “grass” in their yard, there WILL be noticeably large patches of nothing but dirt and dead plants.
I need you to know that I thoroughly enjoyed reading this ask. You have a way with words. I could feel the rage through my screen. I also felt like I was being scolded even though I did nothing wrong. You know how like when you're in the room and your friend is getting chewed tf out by their mom? That's how I felt for a hot minute lol
I said in an earlier ask that all this ncity discourse has me feeling like I'm on the couch with a bag of popcorn watching my bestie fight with her boyfriend. You are now that bestie and I will cheer you on while you read our men to filth. 👏 also hell yes kill nct hollywood early so we never gotta deal with that shit! hahahaha
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Lookin' at me through the phone, baby, blow a kiss
During class you were usually assigned a on demand writing, though whenever the time ran out every kid had a story and you had a song. Teachers had seen this as a problem so they had put you in the school talent show to perform a song, hoping it would let out your creativity.
Despite the fact that you won 1st place and every parent was in awe of you, you were more intrested in the kid that performed one of Fergie’s songs. That kid had ended up being your first crush. And surely you remembered that kid.
Finally the teacher, Mr. Alek walked into the class with a stack of envelopes passing them out. You hated having a partner. You always ended up being the one to do all the work. Ripping open the envelope you were given you peeked at the papers inside. It was an outline of the project and had your partner's name at the top in blocky handwriting it said: Jack Harlow.
You sighed and stood to go join him "Hey." you greet him with a bright smile and take the open seat next to him.
"Hi, Y/N." Jack said, cleaning his glasses with his shirt
You followed Jack's lead, pulling the papers out of the envelope to look over the project. Apparently, your supposed to pick a classic work of Literature and rewrite it in the form of a screenplay. Then, Mr. Alek would pick a winner and the drama class would perform it for the senior play.
"Oof, lots of pressure." you murmured. Jack ignored you and pulled a pen out of his bag. Although he ignored you, you still figured that starting a conversation would be best, you ended up blurted out the first you could think of, "it's almost not fair for Mr. Alek to put us on the sayou team.”
Jack's head snapped up at those words. Well, that got his attention. “What? Why?" He asked with a frown.
Meeting his gaze and my lips began to tilt into a mischievous smile. "Because we're going to crush the other teams."
Jack's troubled brow smoothed and he gave a pleased grin. you couldn’t lie you were slightly proud of yourself for pulling at least that out of him.
"So, what story do you think we should do?" you asked, without looking back up.
Jack turned in his chair, now facing you, setting his papers aside. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, running his hands through his hair with a thoughtful expression.”What’s more classic than Harry Potter?” He speaks in a mockingly English accent. "I don't know. What's your favorite classic?"
You thought for a minute, but there was no reason to when your all time favorite was, "The Great Gatsby"
Jack tilted his head. "Why?"
"I don't know. I’m just a sucker for a mysterious millionaire reuniting with an old love against all odds." He laughed. Hysterically.
“It’s a cliche, any girl falls in love with a millionaire.” he says calming down from his laugh “I’m not the best looking guys in the room and im sure if I had a couple millions every girl in school will crawl over me”
“You don’t actually believe that do you?” He say anything he just shrugged it off,
He writes the play on the piece of paper and hands it to the teacher as our final decision "I’ll prove it to you one day”
"I wouldn’t doubt you for a second. ''
He smiled looking as though he was daydreaming "If you can, maybe we should plan more after school" Jack said, as he wrote down the book we'd chosen.
You somehow managed to contain the grin, you had already planned on asking to hang out but working on a school project seemed like a good excuse. "Alright,” you handed him your phone and he put his number in “You can text me later, and set up anytime you wanna work.” He nodded his hand running and threw his hair.
“Quick question.” He listened attentively, “do you have a perm or is that, like your actual hair?”the bell rang and the class had cleared out almost instantly leaving the two of you.
His eyebrows had furrowed and he actually looked offended though they began to soften. “Well, I’d love to answer that question but I have trade something for that information"
"Like what?" you say rolling your eyes more intruged by the awnser
"A kiss" He says taking if his glasses folding them into his pocket.
He moved closer, now only a few inches away. "Can I kiss you?" he asked. You nodded closing the small gap between you two. His hand met your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck, as you began kissing.
His lips weresoft as hell. "Mmm." You heard him moan into the kiss, causing you to deepen the kiss. He pushed you into the table. You locked your fingers into his hair.
His hands lingered down to your ass, you moaned softly into the kiss. "Y/N" He moan into the kiss, as he lifted you by your ass and kept on kissing, his tongue dancing with yours. You pulled away, which made him whine. You chuckled and moved my lips onto his neck. Your hand making it's way under his shirt to rub his chest.
Mr. Alek walked yelling at causing you both to jump. Jack chuckled "Like he has the right to lecture us after the "rumors" of him and the freshmen" he murmmers putting you down gently as you both got walked out to detention.
"Y/N," calls wrapping his arms around your waist once more "the curls are natural, no perm needed." He chuckles before leaning in for another kiss.
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munday ask meme / accepting / @eternitycyber :😖 — what annoys you?😁 — what’s your favorite part about being part of the rpc?😤 — what do you dislike the most about being part of the rpc?🤗 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’d like to meet irl?💖 — what was one of the greatest/happiest moments you’ve had in the rpc?🖤 — what was one of the worst/most depressing moments you’ve had in the rpc?
😖 — what annoys you?
When people get on my case over dumb shit. For instance. A couple of years ago I bought Persona 5 Royal and not JUST the game but the whole shebang, I got the big box combo. Comes with a mask, a good ol’ artbook(why I bought this), the game of course and a music CD. Now after talking about it with my boys at work in comes this bastard like ‘the world’s going to shit and you’re wasting your money on stupid games?!’ I just told ‘im to mind his own business without it braking into something big but for real that just annoys me. I’m not buying drugs illegally or a weapon for dumbshit just harmless ass games and merch, get off my dick. (bitching done)
😁 — what’s your favorite part about being part of the rpc?
What I like the most about it is meeting new peeps really. It’s always nice to have another homie in your corner, someone that shares a love for the things you do or maybe even like something you DISLIKE. For instance I disliked Wednesday at first but I have a friend who loves it and I asked him what he liked about it and honestly the answer he gave me lowkey made me go back to it and finish it and I can see his points. It’s not my favorite show but I appreciate what it brought to the table and i’m actually lookin’ forward to a season two. Oh look at me go off topic.
😤 — what do you dislike the most about being part of the rpc?
This could probably just be me but I feel like there’s a lot of division between us verse wise. I cold remember those sweet days roleplaying on Myspace and really anyone roleplayd with anyone back then and for the most part it was fun. You’d see something like a Spike Spiegel roleplaying with an Ash from pokemon. OR me myself that roleplayed as Seiya back in the day had a fun roleplay with an Adam from Power Rangers. POWER RANGERS. Then again I guess that ain’t fair since you can say they’re kinda from the same cloth. BUT you know what I mean. I’m not knocking on anyone but somtimes I wished we’d just jump into random roleplays more often, verses be damned. Just for somethin’ small and fun.
🤗 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’d like to meet irl?
We’d be here for awhile if I had to mention the many mutuals that I’d love to meet up with irl. A good start would be a day of karaoke. Call me odd but I think a day of just singin’ our hearts out to random music is a way we can get closer XD (you included Snow)
💖 — what was one of the greatest/happiest moments you’ve had in the rpc?
This is gonna be corny as hell but one of the better moments for me in the RPC was when I made my Joker (P5) Blog. I honestly doubt it would have been any good but man it felt like I was welcomed with open arms into the persona verse.
🖤 — what was one of the worst/most depressing moments you’ve had in the rpc?
Stuff like that doesn’t really register but I do suppose sad moments are when a mutual you’ve known for some time just vanishes off the face of the planet. You wish them well and understand that there’s a life outside of this hobby but ya can’t help but miss ‘em.
#❛ mail ━━ when i rush make your butt pucker the fuck up.#❛ ooc ━━ i can be as gentle as the sky is wild.#eternitycyber
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Roxy Lalonde, Calliope
Act 6, page 7694-7695
ROXY: hay!! hope you dont mind i pulled you off to the side like this
ROXY: away from other nice pals for a lil one + one rox & cal time
ROXY: i might b greedy as shit!
CALLIOPE: i don't mind at all!
CALLIOPE: i'm still getting Used to the concept of in-person socialization at all, let alone with many people.
CALLIOPE: and yes, yoU MAY be greedy, bUt if so, then so am i by the exact same standard. ^u^
ROXY: fffuck yes
ROXY: like a couple of friendship burglars pickin each others pockets all shifty eyed and lookin out for cops
ROXY: but also giggling i guess because that is in the spirit of the scenario in question
CALLIOPE: heheh. yes.
ROXY: i cant believe youre really here
ROXY: it hardly seems real!
ROXY: after all these years and how u were just like a mystery friend online and then how worried i was we might lose you for good
ROXY: but now......
ROXY: wow
CALLIOPE: i know!!!
ROXY: so u and jane and jade were hangin out?
CALLIOPE: yes!
CALLIOPE: it was great.
CALLIOPE: we drew and told stories.
CALLIOPE: i'd heard yoU died, so i was holding oUt some hope that yoU woUld show Up too...
CALLIOPE: and yoU did eventUally. jUst not the version of yoU i expected.
CALLIOPE: i never dared to think yoU woUld bring me this gift.
ROXY: well
ROXY: i swore i would
ROXY: and john kinda double swore he would help
ROXY: damn the kid is persistent
CALLIOPE: i like him.
CALLIOPE: he is easy to talk to.
ROXY: yeah!
CALLIOPE: i've read aboUt him, of coUrse.
CALLIOPE: the reality of someone standing in front of yoU is qUite different from what yoU read aboUt them in a text.
CALLIOPE: bUt then, i have no idea how accUrate anything i read is anymore.
CALLIOPE: i always believed i was in possession of the texts which decoded yoUr fUtUre, and i behaved toward all of yoU in that sly and knowing manner, avoiding "spoilers" and sUch.
CALLIOPE: that was probably presUmptUoUs of me thoUgh, in hindsight. i clearly didn't know that mUch.
CALLIOPE: i certainly didn't read anything aboUt my own involvement. i never coUld have imagined being here.
ROXY: you were still helpful though!
ROXY: you were the force in our lives that gave us hope that we could all get together some day
ROXY: going down that road has been craaazy and by no means a smooth ride
ROXY: im losin count of all the times it looked like everything was about to break or catch fire or actually DID break and catch fire resulting in loads of dismay
ROXY: but when you look back, every time things went to shit there was always something constructive about that turn of events
ROXY: something that was necessary for the good outcome to happen at all
ROXY: so whenever something stupid happens like some a-hole gets a bonehead idea to steal a ring and then everyone dies horribly and at the TIME u think ur just gonna curl up and cry yourself into weepy nonexistence
ROXY: maybe those arent even "bad" realities?
ROXY: maybe they are as important as any
ROXY: and so are all the experiences that u had in them and so are the experiences of everyone who died because you dont just get to say your experiences are more important or significant just cus you happened to be someone who survived longer
ROXY: i guess what im saying is
ROXY: im grateful you let me go on this adventure and not even in spite of the hardship it involved
ROXY: i just had a little time to think about it in the firefly nothingspace
ROXY: and i think all of it was good
CALLIOPE: i'm happy that i coUld play sUch a role in yoUr lives.
CALLIOPE: i don't know if i deserve mUch credit for these positive revelations aboUt yoUr joUrney thoUgh.
CALLIOPE: yoU are the one who's been on the adventUre.
CALLIOPE: i have barely taken my first step.
CALLIOPE: i spent all my life in my room, and then every moment in the afterlife cowering in fear.
CALLIOPE: it's only now that trUe participation is even a possibility.
CALLIOPE: bUt even so, i really doUbt i'll have mUch to offer.
CALLIOPE: my other self who i jUst released... i think she is poised to do something mUch more significant.
ROXY: what do you think shell do
CALLIOPE: i have no clUe.
ROXY: but she told u to live right
CALLIOPE: yes.
ROXY: by which i can only assume she meant
ROXY: yo live it UP girl
ROXY: like uh
ROXY: go shopping or something
ROXY: or rocket down the highway in a convertible with cash flyin out the back??
CALLIOPE: heh.
CALLIOPE: that is not the sort of sentiment i can imagine coming from her Under any circUmstance.
CALLIOPE: bUt yes, maybe something to the effect of encoUraging me to enjoy my existence, as commUnicated by a more typical, trUly asocial member of my species.
CALLIOPE: really, what i took from it was...
CALLIOPE: she is the "real" one, with all the power and relevance now, and i am the "spare". a civilian in a sense, like in a war.
CALLIOPE: and the only Use for civilians, from a militaristic mindset, are as those who live their lives in whatever completely irrelevant way they choose to.
CALLIOPE: they are the collateral at stake, the ones for whom the war is theoretically foUght, bUt whose lifestyles, choices, happiness and sUch, hold no concern whatsoever for those fighting on their behalf.
CALLIOPE: this i think is the mindset of cherUbs of her alignment. as protectors, it is the relationship they have with those they protect.
CALLIOPE: and so that is probably the relationship she believes she has with me.
ROXY: you make it sound like
ROXY: she is the legit callie
ROXY: and you are the afterthought
ROXY: like the one from the funky reality that didnt go right?
CALLIOPE: technically, her timeline was doomed, by her predomination alone.
CALLIOPE: even so, yes, it does feel as thoUgh my reality was the oddity.
CALLIOPE: cherUbs were never sUpposed to grow Up like me. exposed to other caring people, and learning from them.
CALLIOPE: it made me different, and Unfit to predominate. yet ironically, this was reqUisite for the timeline's sUccess.
CALLIOPE: and it was necessary for yoU all to begin yoUr joUrney as well.
ROXY: so this seems like
ROXY: an example of what i was just sayin actually
ROXY: the story of the two callies
ROXY: neither is really "more important"
ROXY: and your timelines cant really be described as the good one or the bad one
ROXY: there were good and bad things about both ways stuff went down and different qualities to the people you became
ROXY: her life sounds like it was harsh and lonely in its own way
ROXY: but it sorta paid off cause she got to beat her brother
ROXY: but then got arbitrarily punished for that outcome because it wasnt supposed to happen??
ROXY: and then finally u meet her and "free" her or something so she presumably gets to go off and do... something badass???
ROXY: then theres you
ROXY: who had probably an even more challenging upbringing gettin so hassled by your bro
ROXY: and he killed you i guess because the way the deck was shuffled he had the edge this time
ROXY: but the upshot was you got to have all these great friends who cared about you
ROXY: and it helped you become the nice person you are who means a lot to other people
ROXY: and now
ROXY: you get to live whatever kind of life you want and be completely free from all the crummy stuff you grew up with
ROXY: who cares if you arent as strong as her or dont have the wicked powers she does or some "important" mission to do
ROXY: you both came from perfectly legitimate realities and IMHO you are both equally valuable
ROXY: and both of those realities seem to be tied together
ROXY: she cant do her mysterious badass thing unless you make it all the way through your journey and free her
ROXY: and your reality was the thing settin the stage for this huge multiversal vortex of problems which after a kajillion fuckin EPOCHS she was always meant to resolve in some way
ROXY: and that doesnt mean your life was like... a means to an end in a big cosmic sense
ROXY: i think its more like...
ROXY: you ARE the end, or one of the ends
ROXY: you and me and everyone who made it and everyone who didnt
ROXY: so that means you dont have to be able to do a lot of super special shit to validate your identity as the real version of yourself
ROXY: the only validation you need is being who you are cause no one can be that person but you!
CALLIOPE: those are very inspiring things to hear, roxy.
CALLIOPE: i hope yoU are right.
CALLIOPE: bUt even so...
CALLIOPE: i think i woUld still like to be UsefUl.
ROXY: you can be!
ROXY: you can help me out
CALLIOPE: how?
ROXY: i know you arent god tier or anything or probably never did much to get in touch with your aspect
ROXY: but maybe that doesnt matter
ROXY: u are space right?
CALLIOPE: yes.
CALLIOPE: a mUse of space.
ROXY: sounds cool!
CALLIOPE: it is cool, i think.
CALLIOPE: especially having seen what i coUld have been.
ROXY: no but that potential has to be inside you somewhere
ROXY: actually
ROXY: its one reason why i wanted u to be with me here for a while
ROXY: aside from catch up a bit :)
CALLIOPE: what do yoU need me to do?
ROXY: nothin really
ROXY: just be here with me...
ROXY: while i try this
ROXY: idk why but i feel like your presence will help
ROXY: and if nothing else i just like having u here
ROXY: makes me feel better about trying to focus on this weird lil chore
CALLIOPE: bUt yoU think my aspect is relevant?
ROXY: maybe
ROXY: i think space is related to this in some abstract way i cant put my finger on
ROXY: i gotta make this egg see?
CALLIOPE: :U
ROXY: but it isnt really just an egg its this HELLA complicated egg in both its biological design and everything it represents for the future of an entire civilization
ROXY: and i dont have the genetic or chemical or molecular blueprints for it or anything
ROXY: i have to figure it out using... just thought
ROXY: like, ideas
ROXY: ideas that are really basic and live in this primordial sorta quasi-consciousness
ROXY: so i have to build the idea of this egg in some way before i do anything
ROXY: which means trying to grasp its reality and what it represents
ROXY: its like a funky little construct of biological propagation
ROXY: and i think that intersects with the nature of space
ROXY: at least as we have come to understand it
ROXY: the propagation of space is really just some profound cosmological feat of reproduction
ROXY: that is... a literally biological process right?
CALLIOPE: pretty mUch.
ROXY: so to make this egg
ROXY: as a rogue of void what im really doing here is something kind of insane
ROXY: you yourself told me once how id be able to do this crazy shit!
CALLIOPE: i did!
ROXY: ill be like... probing nothingness for an idea
ROXY: a pretty complicated idea in this case
ROXY: and
ROXY: pulling that idea from unreality
ROXY: so maybe if im right and a closer connection to the nature of space will help me locate that idea...
ROXY: almost like
ROXY: standing next to an antenna to boost the signal of that idea
ROXY: then maybe my chances will be better
ROXY: and hey
ROXY: even if not
ROXY: its just nice to have a friend nearby while u try to do something hard
CALLIOPE: ^u^
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