#roy: mama needs a drink
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Roy's his dad and he needs a drink
This vine just has their energy
It's a doodle, idk I'm supposed to be doing homework.
#dad roy mustang#roy mustang#edward elric#i miss vine#let me see what you have#a knife! no!#omg why does he have a knife#fanart#fullmetal alchemist#fmab#fma#fma 2003#vine reference#roy: mama needs a drink#I bet he got a minivan after the elrics joined the military
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Can you do something with inexperienced Gator? Like he’s more of a sub who loves being praised.
Gator is by no means a virgin in my mind. But let's not mince words, he's always delivered the bare minimum followed by the ole pump and dump. Gator needs a milf, tbh.
summary: after your husband becomes another victim of a failed Roy Tillman attitude adjustment, he tasks Gator with regular check-ins and delivering the hush money. One day, you decide to task him with something else.
content warnings: 18+, age gap, milf!reader, mutual masturbation, oral (f receiving), mentions of DV, mentions of murder, Gator has so many mommy issues he's basically just trying to crawl back into the nearest pussy and live there
Your husband was always a harsh man, and when your son left for college you inherited the brunt of it. When he finally hit you, it sent you into a week long daze where you imagined any and all ways of disposing of him. There was no money for a divorce, goodness no, that went to tuition. You would never let your son set foot in Stark County again. You heard talk of the Sheriff scaring wayward men into behaving like some sort of boogeyman, and you quickly bucked up the courage to ask for a house call. After a few visits of Roy playing nice, you weren't surprised to see your husband receive the business end of his gun. Good riddance, you thought, but it wasn't over. Roy visited you in the aftermath, drinking your coffee and quoting from the Bible. You were never very religious and you hated to tolerate this bore of a man who committed true atrocities outside of helping to rid you of your problem.
You were surprised one day to see a new face. Roy's son, Gator. A strange name, you thought. The boy was handsome, he was polite, and much older than your own son. He bore many rugged qualities that reminded you of conquests from your younger years. The first time he came, the schedule was off from his father's. You'd answered the door abruptly, robe undone and curlers in your hair. You saw the way he looked at you, eyes raking over your full breasts and round hips. He'd stuttered through his introduction, handing you cash and leaving.
The next time he came, your car was in the driveway but you wouldn't answer the door. You were engrossed in pleasuring yourself in the bedroom, and when you heard that door creak open and gasped to see him, you didn't stop. He stood there, one hand covering his obvious growing arousal. It spurred you on and you opened your legs wide for him, continuing on.
"You can take your cock out, sweetie." you eventually told him. And he obeyed. He was longer than average, a thick mushroom head adorning the top.
"Touch yourself for me," you told him. He was apprehensive, sitting down in the chair at the corner of your bedroom and slowly starting to stroke himself.
"That's it, honey." you praised him. "Good boy."
He whimpered at your words, starting to stroke himself faster. You changed the speed of your toy, rolling your hips into it. He began to pant, moving his hand farther and farther up his cock until he was only squeezing and toying with the head.
"That's it, baby, cum for mama." you cooed. He exploded, thick white ropes shooting from him as you leaked your sweet cream onto the bed covers along with him.
A week later, he was down on his knees in your kitchen, feasting on your pussy like a man starved. You fisted his hair in your hand, directing him where you needed his mouth most.
"Such a good boy," you praised. "You're doing so well."
He pulled himself closer to you, mouth and nose fully seated against you, fingers digging into the plush of your ass. That same day, you let him suck your tits for what seemed like an hour before teaching him how to find that hidden spot inside of you.
Today? Today you had him sat against the headboard of your bed, furiously gripping the posters as you slammed your raw pussy down onto his hard cock.
He watched your full ass bounce for him. "You make me feel so good, Gator." you gushed.
Turning to face him, you sunk down on him again, tears threatening to form in his eyes. He sat dazed and slack-jawed as you continued to ride him; to use him. He reached out, grabbing a tit and suckling as you clenched around him, your release coating him.
"Cum, baby." you told him, as you let him spill inside you; tears finally welling up in his eyes.
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“Chantal, Angel!” says Roy, excusing himself from the white-haired man to enfold her in his arms. Her big, cushiony breasts mould themselves to his chest.
“Aaaah,” he sighs. “They’re like memory foam.”
“ROY!” says Chantal, flapping at him with gold-painted fingernails. “Where’s Sersh?” she says again, looking around. “Or did you come by yourself?”
“I have no idea where Jakey is,” Skylar says to Anya. “I’ll kill him if he went up to the bar without me. Can you see him anywhere?”
“I…nope. Sorry,” says Anya, straining her ears to hear Roy and Chantal’s conversation.
“I’m not with Saoirse anymore,” says Roy, which causes another shriek to erupt from the perfumed depths of Chantal’s cleavage.
“Why didn’t I know about this?” she says. “When did you break up?”
“When I came back from Al Simhara,” says Roy. “I realised while I was over there that it wasn’t going to work out. But it’s all good. Because-“
“Damn, Roy!” says Chantal. “I loved Sersh! She was so real, you know what I mean? Are you sure there’s no chance of you guys getting back together?”
“It’s all good, Chantal, because I’ve met someone else,” says Roy. He looks around for Anya and she says “Excuse me,” to Skylar and Roy puts his hand on her back and guides her towards Chantal, a beatific smile on his face. Chantal’s eyes widen beneath her lashes, which resemble charred palm fronds.
“Chantal, I’d like you to meet Anya,” says Roy. “Anya, this is one of my dearest and loudest friends, Chantal Carbone.”
“Carbone?” says Anya. “Oh my God. Are you Freddie Carbone’s wife? Oh my God. My mother is going to die. She’s one of Freddie’s biggest fans.”
“That’s so sweet, hun!” says Chantal. “Freddie will be so flattered.”
“Is he here?” says Anya. “I didn’t spot him anywhere outside-“
“Freddie’s already upstairs, sugar,” says Chantal. “We usually make use of the private entrance at these types of events, unless we bring the chopper. Shall we go and find him? You can take some selfies with him and send them to your mama.”
“Yeah, let’s bounce. We’ve only got about ten minutes before it starts and I need a drink,” says Roy, his hand once again on Anya’s back, guiding her through the throng towards the elevator while she smiles dazedly and tries to process Chantal’s comment about the chopper, and the selfies, and the fact that Chantal is wearing beige Manolo Blahnik alligator pumps worth over §5000.
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Thoughts on Fargo 5.3
That might have been the weirdest episode of this show I've ever watched. Which is saying a lot...
Why was that "antecedently" segment so looong? I watched the first two episodes 10 times, I don't need a refresher!
Okay, so I was half-right about how to pronounce Munch's name.
OF COURSE Gator hired Donny.
Dot switching the street signs was BRILLIANT!
So Roy keeps ALL of his wedding photos on the wall?
The old lady in Bismarck (who is credited as Mama Munch on IMDb, by the way) was giving me Ennis Stussy vibes, drinking beer in the armchair and watching TV.
Now we know where "Drums and Tennis" comes from.
"500 YEARS EARLIER" I clapped so hard.
The subtitles for the sin-eater (who is totally Munch -- I'm not gonna debate you, Jerry) say his name is Bryn...
I am living for the Surprised Pikachu reaction to Gator. Not like I gave them the receipts two months ago or anything.
That dumbass left his business card!
I already made a separate post about this, but... RAY'S CORVETTE!
Munch says he's going out... on foot... from Bismarck to Dickinson... which is 97 miles. Just sayin'.
Zombie Wayne is the cutest.
That phone call was icky.
WHAT THE FUCK IS MUNCH DOING? He's making that hand gesture from his character poster...
Really wish the subtitles had the Latin words spelled out. I took it in HS but don't remember much.
I knew it was gonna end on a cliffhanger, but it still killed me.
Next week is gonna be GOOD.
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Bowser x Peach Pt. 3
Second part
That night Bowser made an attempt to comb his spinkey red hair, and put on a decent shirt and pants. His children took note of it first, five of them already at the table when he arrived.
"Woah dad." Roy said as the King took a seat.
"Is all that for Mama?"
"Yes." The King said, "I want her to see that I'm trying."
"She knows you are dad." Ludwig said, "But to be honest I think she's hear for us more than you, Iggy said that she hasnt gotten one of our letters and you shouldve seen the way she lit up when Jr woke her up."
Bowser sighed and rubbed his temples.
"Where's Wendy and Morton?"
"Getting ready with Mama." Lemmy said, "Wendy said that she wanted her and Mama to match tonight."
Bowser tried (and failed) to hold back his smile. Then the doors opened and he stood ready to fight but he relaxed as soon as he saw who it was.
Wendy and Peach were both were pink and white dresses, Wendy's was a pink dress with white spots while Peach wore a pink dress with white in between the ruffles of the dress so that the dress changed when she moved, but it wasnt just the color that surprised him. Peachs' dress was also sleeveless with a sweetheart neckline.
Morton came in behind them wearing a brown skirt and a black shirt with an electric guitar on the front.
"Mama said this was ok to wear." Morton said.
"NO FAIR! Lemmy whined, he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "I wanted to wear a skirt.."
"Why didn't you?" Peach asked, "I'm sure you wouldve looked lovely."
"Dad I couldnt wear it."
"Lemmy," Bowaer sighed. "Your skirt is singed and has more holes than skirt and since you refuse to throw it out I'm not getting a new one until you do."
Peach giggled and got the other two children seated, she went to sit but Bowser pulled out her chair for her.
With a blush Peach sat down thanking him.
Dinner was served steak and mushrooms with wine for the two adults.
"So," Bowser Jr. Said. "How come you too dont sleep in the same bed?"
Peach coughed into her napkin and Bowser spat his drink all over the table, Mort thinking this was funny did it as well, the two adults were too stunned by the question to react.
"Well," Peach said coughing. "Only married couples do that."
Bowser nodded
"Well then get married." Jr said as if the answer was obvious.
"Well the thing is," Peach said "Your dad and I.."
Seven little eyes looked at her waiting for the answer, but Princess Peach unable to disappoint the children sighed.
"Have royal things to work our before we can think about marriage."
"Like what?" Jr asked.
"Adult things." Bowser said, "now finish your food."
"But I wanna know too!" Wendy piped up
"Yeah!" Morton and Lemmy piped up.
"If you finish your food I'll tell you all the details about marriage between two countries." Peach promised.
She looked over ar Boweser for approval who was suppressing his smile, the boring details were always enough to make anyone fall asleep (even Peach).
When dinner was finished Peach walked with Bowser to the children's rooms.
"So.." Bowser said nervously, "have you thought about it?"
"Hm?"
"Marriage." Bowser said, "Your kingdom is prosperous enough as it is and you have no real need to marry for power so you're free for love."
Peach flushed and kept her eyes forward.
"If this is a way of asking me to marry you-"
"No!" Bowser said quickly. "I meant just in general, I'm sure Mario's made his intentions known."
"No," Peach said, "We've never actually been on a date, and Luigi, sweet as he is, is planning on courting Daisy."
Bowser gave Peach a squinted stare.
"What?" She said noticing his glare.
"That's such a lie."
"And you have evidence of this?"
"Mario rescues you every time I come get you! I thought maybe you were both of the brothers one time but when it was only Mario I knew it had to be him."
"Mario likes adventure and I'm his friend, saving his friend fits right into what he likes."
"Oh please!" Bowser scoffed "I'm not stupid."
"No," Peach stated, "Just stubborn."
"Stubborn?!" Bowser growled out. "I'm no such thing."
Peach held in her laughter for only a few moments before it came out in glorious waves, at first Bowser was stunned but the infectious sound got to him and he began to chuckle as well.
#bowser x peach#bowser#king koopa#wendy koopa#kammy koopa#mario bros#princess peach#princess toadstool#mushroom kingdom
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Taming the Gator
“Gator Tillman you put that rifle down and get your ass in here before I give your dinner to the god damn dog again, you hear me?” We were newlyweds but it was arranged as a marriage of convenience. My Daddy was a right hand man for Odin and the Militia and Gator was the son of the Sheriff. The Sheriff who was running for Mayor, supplying munitions for the Militia and wasn’t much of a law abiding citizen himself.
It was decided that I needed a husband after Roy and Gator killed mine, not in bad blood of course. Well, when I say that there was no bad blood, I mean between myself and the Tillmans, they done me a favour when they put a bullet in his head. Saved me a job. The man didn’t work, liked to be handy with his fists, drink, didn’t give me kids and went against not just the Tillmans but the Militia as well. He had it coming, he only had himself to blame. He was weak. I don’t appreciate weakness.
Gator was certainly not much better but at least he worked, could maybe give me kids one day and it was good for relationships. It helped that he was easy on the eye too. I needed a husband and Roy Tillman needed to be seen as a family man, that couldn’t happen if Gator stayed single for much longer. People were already starting to talk. He was 27 and never had a long term girlfriend but was seen visiting the local massage parlours on a regular occasion. Not a good look.
“God’s sakes woman, I heard you the first time.” Gator came stomping through the door, not best pleased that yet again I was not bowing down to him. He sat at the table while I placed his meal down in front of him. Steak and potatoes, his favourite. “It’s good for you that you are a good cook, if you weren’t then I would have to beat your ass like my Papa did to Mama when she used her mouth.”
I was sat opposite eating mine. “One problem with that dear Gator.” Gator looked over at me puzzled. “I am not a pushover like your Mama or Nadine. You don’t scare me and neither does your Papa. I married you for my Daddy, to help him. Not to bow down to you. Understood?”
Gator swallowed before answering. “Understood but understand that I did this for my Papa too. I don’t love you, I married you because I had too.”
“You seem to think I care, trust me when I say I don’t. I make you dinner because it’s what I was taught by my Mama was the right thing to do for your husband whether you love him or not. Also makes it easier to poison him should the need arise. Saves you getting your hands dirty.” I continued eating my dinner whilst glaring over at him. It was easy to admit we hated each other but the tension sometimes was too much and I felt as though I was screaming inside. “Have you tried your potatoes yet?” I smiled menacingly as I asked.
“They’re good. Why?”
“Don’t worry, I haven’t poisoned them. Yet. I added some home grown garlic from Daddy’s garden. I also made you a Key lime pie for afters, I know it’s your favourite too. Because if you were to give me a chance you would see that when I put my mouth and hands to use I’m actually quite good.” I was trying my hardest to do what was needed to make sure this marriage was consummated and that maybe just maybe we could help Roy even more by making him a Grandfather too.
The flirting seemed lost on Gator but at least if Roy or Odin or even Daddy were to turn up then they would see that I was trying to uphold my end of the bargain.
A few weeks passed and things hadn’t improved other than Gator was a little more cautious when it came to eating the meals I prepared. We were still in separate rooms. As part of the deal we were given a 2 bed cottage at the far end of the Tillman ranch. One room each until the time came when we wanted to share.
Gator was outside playing with his new rifle yet again while smoking with some of Roy’s Cowboys from the Ranch.
“Gator Tillman, how many times? Get your ass in here or your dinner is going to the damn dog. Again. Tell your little friends you can come out to play tomorrow.” If the shouting didn’t wind him up the last statement certainly did.
Gator marched towards the house, anger in his eyes. He slammed the sliding door behind him and marched over to where I was stood. He cornered me in the dining room, my back to the corner. He placed one hand either side of my head. “I think you need to remember just who it is that you are talking too Lady, don’t you? I would hate to have to teach you the same lesson that my Papa had to teach my Mama.”
I looked him in straight in the eyes. “I told you before Gator Tillman, you don’t scare me. Even now, pinning me to this wall. I ain’t scared of you or your Papa. You seem to forget that I am more of a woman than your Mama was. I clean your clothes, I make your food, I clean your house, I help look after the twins, I clean your guns for you as well as make your bed and run your bath. I take better care of you than your Mama ever did and that’s what hurts you so much.”
That was it, I had hit a nerve. Of course, he didn’t love me, he didn’t know how to love or be loved. Gator’s nostrils flared and he looked down at the floor before looking back at me. I had broken through the wall, I just needed to finish knocking it down. “I am more of a woman than your Mama Gator because unlike her I can love you, you just need to let me. Stop pushing against me and let me love you. If you do then this whole arrangement would be so much easier for everyone.”
“JUST SHUT UP!” Maybe I was wrong and I wasn’t breaking down the wall. As Gator shouted he lifted his hand, clenched it into a fist and hit the wall next to my head.
“Gator I can love you and teach you how to love. I am a better woman than your Mama for all of those reasons and I know with the right woman you can be a better Sheriff, better husband, better Papa than yours.”
“I SAID SHUT UP!” I was trying so hard but it seemed that I was pushing all of the wrong buttons. Maybe I needed to be sassy and not caring.
“Fine, make me.” What came next both shocked and pleased me.
Gator sighed before kissing me. It wasn’t loving, it was hard, passionate and almost desperate. Gator released his hands from the side of my head and roughly grabbed my hips whilst grinding himself against me. I kissed him back and whilst it wasn’t loving, it felt electric and exciting. When we broke away, we both just stood staring at each other for a few seconds.
Gator turned away, one hand on his hip other running through his hair while he sighed. I stood with my back still against the wall not too sure what to do next. Part of me was scared but I wasn’t going to admit that to him whilst the other half wanted him to take me roughly, now.
“Fuck it.” Gator shouted before turning back to me and grabbing me roughly but this time with passion and desire. With sheer lust. He grabbed one hip and placed his other hand on my cheek before kissing me deeply again. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.
After a few minutes of interrupted and rough kissing Gator released me. I seized the moment and ducked out of his way, down the hallway towards my bedroom. “Where the fuck are you going? I thought that this was what you wanted.”
“Follow me and find out.” I entered my bedroom and stood against the doorframe waiting to see whether or not it was a heat of the moment thing or if Gator was going to follow me. A few seconds later, Gator joined me in the doorway. “Now are we going to finish what we started just now and consummate our marriage or are you going to back out?”
Before I had chance to say anything else Gator had grabbed me and almost thrown me on the bed. I lay there slightly shocked but excited while he walked over and removed his boots. Next he removed his jacket and top so that he was stood over me in just his trousers. “Are you going to take them off or did you want me to do it for you?” He stood there silently biting his lip as though deep in thought.
“I was hoping that I wouldn’t be the only one naked in this. Are you going to take anything off?” I responded by standing and dropping the straps to my summer dress allowing it to drop to the floor, leaving me exposed fully to Gator. “You aren’t wearing underwear?” Gator seemed puzzled.
“I never do. I guess I was just always hoping that there would come a day with you when it just made things easier. I suppose I have done it for the past few weeks at least in the hope that you would notice me properly.”
Gator seemed almost speechless. I started shuffling nervously, my bravado starting to wear off. Here I was stood in front of my husband naked for the first time and he wasn’t saying or doing anything. Before I realised what was happening Gator had dropped his trousers and was now also stood in front of me naked too. I had to stifle a gasp, he was hung like a horse and definitely wasn’t small by any means.
I couldn’t help myself, I dropped to my knees and took his impressive cock in my mouth. I braced myself for rejection but it never came, instead I felt him relax into the moment with me. His hands started to knot in my hair I as took him right to the hilt and felt him hit the back of my throat. It wasn’t long before he was tugging at my hair and begging me to stop.
“I’m sorry Gator, did I do something wrong? Did you not like that?”
“Get on the bed. Let’s make this official. I want you. Now.” I smiled and did as I was told climbing onto the bed. Before I had a chance to relax though Gator was trying his hardest to enter me. “I don’t normally have any problems, what’s wrong?”
“Do you not know foreplay? I warmed you up, you can’t just bull straight in. Give me your hand.” He gave me his hand and I slowly lowered it to my pussy to show him where to touch me. “Have you never done this before? Just keep circling there, that feels good.”
“I’ve had sex, just only with workers. This is a first for me, to have someone because I want them and not just to get off.”
“So you want me?” Gator nodded and kissed me, all the while still circling my clit with his fingers. He slowly started to move his kisses down to my neck before taking one of my nipples in his mouth. This was enough to put me enough to put me over the edge and I came all over his fingers. “For your first time doing that, that was pretty good.”
“Does that mean that you are finished now? What about me?”
“Oh baby, you have so much to learn. Feel me again.” Gator put his hand down to my pussy again. “Do you feel how wet I am? You did that. You made me cum with your fingers, now why don’t you try and enter me again. Make me cum with that hard cock of yours.”
Gator grinned before climbing back on top of me. This time he was a little more gentle when trying to get his cock inside of me and it paid off. “I ain’t never done this without a condom before. It feels so fucking good. I love how wet you are.”
“I want you deep in me Gator. Lift my leg onto your shoulder and then fuck me. As for the condom, I’m your wife and it was made clear that my duty is to give you kids so fuck me and fill me Gator.”
Gator grinned again, lifted my leg and started slamming his cock into me right to the hilt. I was screaming out my second orgasm in no time and it didn’t take much longer for him to start tensing and letting me know he was ready to fill me like I had asked. What he shouted as he came was a shock for me though.
“I’m a winner! I’m a winner! I’m a winner!” Then he filled me with his seed before collapsing on top of me.
“Yes you are baby.” We kissed and snuggled late into the evening before going for round 2, sleeping for a few hours and then going again. Finally it really felt as though we were proper newlyweds.
Over the next few months we found that we actually did learn to love each other and by the time elections came around we were able to let Roy know that not only was he running for Mayor as a Father, Sheriff and business owner but also as a future Grandfather too. And that’s how I tamed the Gator.
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soooo i know i’m already lining your inbox with my reblogs but i simply MUST know your favorite song off of each van halen album 🤩 !!! you can also tell me the songs you aren’t particularly partial to as well if you wanttt but no pressure 🤭🤭🤭
ilyyyy and keep dragging our dearest boys through the mud 😍😍😍
HI XOXOX ✨🤩✨
This was SO DIFFICULT 😭☠️ but anyway let's get into ittt...
VAN HALEN:
I am 100% a trooper for ain't talkin bout love. I do sometimes cheat on her for jamies cryin...but I always come home 😩‼️ I just can't ever get over the riff, the bassline, the drums, and David sounded SO REALLL!
It forever will have me by the ankles 🛐. As for what I didn't like on the album, I really don't have a song in particular. I know I had to warm up to atomic punk, but even before warming up to it I still did quite enjoy it.
VAN HALEN II:
OUTTA LOVE AGAIN 😩‼️I looooove when I can clearly hear David is full on feeling himself and confident, and I think it really shines here. And lmaooo I don't know what sort of pokey poke tappity tap shizzle frazzle bam bam Edward even did on that solo, but whatever it was, unsecured my edges 🛐 he DID THAT. I also found the drums and bass a slay.
Light Up The Sky also had a PRETTTYYYYY SNATCHWORTHY FALSETTO MOMENT ON IT THOUGH 😩 I'll give David a win there. As for a track I didn't like, once again, not really one I didn't like.
FAIR WARNING:
Push Comes To Shove is my wife and we frequently go out to dinner and take lavish yacht trips 😩❤️ I love her so 🌼
No but seriously...I don't like it when people say David couldn't ever sing because PERSONALLYYYY this is an example that that's absolutely not the truth. He was so wonderfully husky here, and that outro where he went AHHHHH or whatever, was the moment.
Edward did his thing with the guitar on this song too, I can't ever get the solo out my mind, I even hear it while buying butter or whatever 😭☠️ the bassline and drums were also stellar, and I love how the lyrics seem a bit more invasive than usual. To ME it sort of contradicts David's "lol I don't take relationships seriously" monicker...
Babe clearly someone hurt you , we all hear it 😭‼️
One foot out the door pissed me off a little because it's too fucking good to be that damn SHORT ! 👺... BUT once again... nothing I had any particular qualms with.
WACF:
Loss of control is my ride or die 🤩, It sort of to me just wraps up van halen as a whole. It feels all over the place, anxiety inducing (like David's fashion), and chaotic. Them-core. Plus Alexander beat those drums like they talked shit about his mama 😩 I enjoyed that.
I will admit that I am a recovering everybodywantssomehater 💔 it used to make me feel like David was chasing me through some Amazon forest trying to make me drink an elixir, and I was NOOOOT FEELING ITTTTT. BUT... around the 13th listen I decided you know what, open your mind, it's not that bad, and I like the song now.
Mostly just for the guitar but 😭 I'll come around.
I'm now realizing I fucked up the order of albums but I do not feel like doing all the copy pasting and moving around 🔪 so let's proceed...
DIVER DOWN:
Secrets my beloved...I've found that I love when David SINGS. His messing around and random screeching is cute and cool or whatever, but I trulyyyy enjoy when he shows versatility vocally. I loved what he vocally did here. Michael, Edward and Alexander ate as per usualllll that's no surprise, but David really is what swayed me to this song.
Not that I don't like itttttt but I'm still warming up to oh pretty woman. I think I've just got to be in the mood for it. Or maybe I'm so accustomed to the Roy version, I don't know, but I'll keep updated hahaha.
1984:
GIRL GONE BAD! I LOOOOVE the guitar drums and bass here, David did his thing. I haven't got much else to say in depth , but this one I definitely listen to more than jump. Nothing on the album I've got qualms with...
5150:
Dreams 🥴, Samuel SANGGGG and did what he needed to do, and I loved that Edward got to do his thing with the keyboards. I also love the songs message! I also enjoy best of both worlds though...
I NEEEEED to re-listen to the last 4 albums actually before I decide on those, I'll be sure I make a separate post about it 🤩❤️ thank you for the ask and I DEFINITELY WILL CONTINUE TO DRAG THEM TO FILTHHHH 👺👺👺👺 love yew too
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Sicktember 10: Excessive Use of Tissues
Thanks once again to my awesome writing partner Xav!
C. Kelly/A Shift/Emergency!
Chet was sleeping in his bunk in the station when something woke him up. His eyes cracked open, and he was aware something wasn’t right. His face hurt, and he realized there was fluid leaking from his nose. He put his hand up to his nose, and his hand got wet. He sat up and reached for his bunker pants. He hurried into the latrine. Sure enough, his nose was bleeding, fairly heavily. He wasn’t terribly alarmed, because the weather had been very hot and dry. He figured the bleed was due to that.
He reached for the box of Kleenex sitting on the counter and after wiping his nose, packed some in both nostrils. He took the box with him and went into the dayroom to wait for the bleeding to stop. He figured it was no big deal and saw no reason to bother any of his sleeping station mates. He simply sat down at the table and tipped his head back, replacing the Kleenex as needed. He was still there fifteen minutes later.
Marco awoke to the call of nature. As he rubbed his eyes and sat up, he noticed that Chet was not on his bed. A trickle of moonlight through the window revealed a dark stain on his pillow, too. Marco was pretty drowsy, though, and it didn’t really register what it was. He pulled on his bunker pants, then trudged toward the latrine. No Chet there. He did his business, then--a little more awake--decided to go out to the day room and find his friend.
When he got there, he saw Chet sitting at the table with his head tilted back and tissues stuffed in his nostrils. The sight would have been amusing if those tissues weren’t both blood-soaked. “Ai ai ai, amigo!” He ran back to the latrine, grabbed a washcloth, and soaked it in cold water, then hurried back to Chet. “Mama always told me, lean forward, not back, or it all goes down your throat.” He slapped the wet washcloth on the back of Chet’s neck. “That should help.”
“Thanggs, bal.” Chet’s voice was muffled, and he sounded as if he were in a bit of distress. “I been doin’ this for a while. It ain’t stobbin.”
“I’m gonna get Roy. He’ll know what to do.” Marco pulled a wad of fresh tissues from the box and thrust them at Chet. “You should change those out.” Then he hurried back to the dormitory.
Chet nodded, and quickly did so. Crimson blood stained the fresh white tissues quickly. Now Chet was a little worried.
Marco gently shook Roy awake. “Hey, Roy!” He kept his voice low, but the urgency in his tone quickly woke both Roy and Johnny. “Chet’s got a bad nosebleed, and it isn’t stopping. You’d better come.”
Roy shook himself awake, pulled on his bunker pants, and got up. Johnny followed suit. Together, the trio hurried to the dayroom.
“What’s up, Chet?” Johnny quipped, but the sight of those stained tissues, both the ones in use and the discarded ones, quickly killed any teasing he might have done. Something was really wrong for him to be bleeding like that. “Hey, you’d better pinch the bridge of your nose.”
The commotion woke Mike and Cap who came in to see what was going on. Cap called the station out temporarily until they could get a handle on what was happening.
Chet pinched his nose as asked but winced at the pain it caused. The bleeding didn’t slow much either.
“Looks like you’re in pain, pal,” Roy said. He sat down next to Chet.
Mike asked if they wanted their gear.
Roy nodded. “Yeah. Thanks, Mike.”
Meanwhile, Johnny moved to the sink. He filled a glass with water and sprinkled some cayenne pepper in it. He brought it back to the table. “Drink this.”
Chet rolled his eyes but drank the concoction. The bleeding did stop finally.
Chet was impressed and said so, and was all for forgetting the whole thing, but the others were not so inclined. They still needed to know what had caused such a heavy bleed. Rampart was the only answer for that.
After getting some details from Chet, Roy put in the call on the biophone. “Rampart, this is 51. We have a fireman who suffered a severe nosebleed. It finally stopped, but it lasted about half an hour and soaked through almost a full box of tissues. What do you advise?”
Kel Brackett didn’t like the sound of it at all, especially when he learned why it had stopped. Not that he was against the remedy, necessarily, but he was worried about the underlying cause. *
“51, is the victim dehydrated as a result? If so, start an IV ringers lactate TKO and transport asap either way. If you want to bring him in the squad, that works. Which fireman are we talking about, by the way?”
“Chet Kelly.” Roy determined that Chet was indeed dehydrated and started the IV as ordered. “We’ll bring him by Squad. Thanks, Rampart.”
When they got Chet into Treatment Two, Kel checked him over thoroughly and confirmed his suspicion. He asked Kelly, “Were you on a strenuous rescue or fire earlier today, one where you personally were under a lot of stress or strain?”
Chet thought about it and nodded. “Yeah, as a matter of fact. We fought a pretty hairy house fire this morning. Why?”
“Do you remember bumping your face on anything?”
Chet’s forehead furrowed as he thought. “Yeah, actually. I did. Or it bumped me… my helmet got knocked off and before I could pick it up, some debris fell and hit me in the face. I thought I got off easy--it didn’t knock me out or anything.”
“What it did was damage some of the blood vessels in your sinus area… and they finally burst after the pressure was off when you went to sleep. If you hadn’t awakened, you could have potentially bled out, Chet.”
Chet’s eyes just about bugged out at that. “Ya mean… Gage saved my life with that concoction he gave me?” He side-eyed the paramedic, who was looking pretty pleased with himself.
“I believe he certainly helped. They could have packed your soft palate with gauze as well, but it would have been much more uncomfortable for you. Either way, your waking up when you did was the key.”
Chet nodded slowly. The prospect of owing a life-debt to his favorite pigeon had been rather disheartening. He would just chalk up his survival to his own brilliance in not sleeping through the nosebleed. “Well… I don’t know about more uncomfortable. That stuff tasted nasty.” The Phantom was already contemplating payback.
Brackett eyed him sharply. “Well, you aren’t going anywhere for at least 24 hours. I’m admitting you. You lost a lot of blood, and I want you where I can keep an eye on you. I’m ordering a couple of units of plasma for you. And arguing with me will get you nowhere fast.”
“Aww, Doc. I feel f--” His protest was cut short by a yawn. He’d been going to say he felt fine, but really, he didn’t. He felt wobbly. And really tired. Still, he hated staying at the hospital. “Fine, Doc. Whatever you say. Guess I can catch up on my beauty sleep.”
Johnny guffawed at that. “You’ll need a lot more sleep than you can get in 24 hours for that, Chet.”
Chet smiled sleepily, “Aw, go play in traffic, Gage!”
The End
*Cayenne pepper dissolved in water drops blood pressure and can stop a nosebleed. Just a fun fact...
#sicktember 2022#emergency!#chet kelly#johhny gage#roy desoto#kelly brackett#marco lopez#mike stoker#hank stanley
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My, oh my
Fanfic based on a song I'm a little in love with right now. 'My oh my' by Camila Cabello.
Jason Todd x female reader
The iceberg lounge was crowded as people threw themselves at the bar to get their next drink, guys were gropping women. Women were ignoring them.
Jason was sat at a table with Roy opposite as they were in the usual leather jacket-bad boy attire, waiting for the perfect opportunity to grab Penguin or atleast something of his to lire him out.
Jason gasped when he looked over at the stage to see you in a skin tight black dress, falling above your knees, heels and looking like a snack. He was getting hard under the table, just the sight of you.
'Yeah girl, take it off' a drunk man whistled as you just smiled and walked upto the mic.
'They say he likes a good time
(My, oh my)
He comes alive at midnight
(Every night)
My mama doesn't trust him
(My, oh my)
He's only here for one thing
But (so am I)
Yeah
A little bit older
A black leather jacket
A bad reputation
Insatiable habits
He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe
Yeah, I said, "If you kiss me
I might let it happen"
I swear on my life that I've been a good girl
Tonight, I don't wanna be her
They say he likes a good time
(My, oh my)
He comes alive at midnight
(Every night)
My mama doesn't trust him
(My, oh my)
He's only here for one thing
But (so am I)' you sang, all eyes were on you as you continued, Roy snuck off his seat and grabbed a key from the bar. Walking around back to go into Penguin's office.
The audience cheered and clapped for you once you were done singing. You stepped off the stage and walked over to the bar.
'Hey beautiful girl, what can I get you?' The bartender asked with a gravelly voice.
'Whiskey on the rocks' you winked,
'I'll get it for her' Jason said as he walked and stood next to you. When the bartender gave you your drink you sipped it, turning to face Jason.
'So, what you think?' You asked smiling, Jason just laughed a little.
'You have an amazing singing voice, you look amazing in that dress. So hard for you right now' he whispered in your ear.
'Really? Well we should wait till Roy gets back before we leave. Where is he?' You asked looking around.
'I'll find him, you stay here babe' Jason says as he rushes off to find his best friend.
You sit down drinking some more of your drink when the dirty man from before comes over.
'I asked you to take it off' he slurred as he sat next to you, he was older. Probably around 50, chubby, kind of dirty looking and smelled bad.
'The strippers come on at 11 sir' you smiled, the man grabbed your arm.
'I don't care about no stripper, I ain't asking again' he almost yelled as his grip got harder.
'Take your hands off me' you replied calm, almost unfazed.
'Or what?'
'Lets see, I could punch you in the face or, my boyfriend will do something much worse' you sipped your whiskey again.
'You think I'm afraid of some boy' he laughed, you just knocked your drink back and smiled.
'I did warn you'
'Take your fucking hands off of her' Jason roared at the man as he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him off his seat.
'Chill' the man said in shock, Jason just pushed him away,
'Don't tell me to chill, keep your disgusting hands to yourself' Jason roared again, the man looked a little shocked by Jason's size as he stood up and walked off quickly to the otherside of the club.
'You OK?' Jason asked you calmly, it still surprises you how he switches from calm to angry and calm again so quick.
'Yeah' you give him a kiss, 'you find Roy?' Jason just nodded,
'He found what we needed, he's out back waiting for us'
'Awesome, let's go' you say as you kiss Jason again, deeper this time.
'Y/n? Don't wear a dress like that again in a place like this, it attracts too much attention' Jason said as you laughed, walking out of the entrance holding his hand.
'I promise'
#red hood#red hood fanfiction#red hood x reader#red hood x you#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd x reader#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x you#gotham#jason todd
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Baby Scenario = Epel and Jack
Nobody noticed they were missing from classes until at almost lunchtime Deuce was like hold up, are they sick or something.
Word traveled fast that Jack could have been sick and it managed to reach Leona, so he went to give his junior a talking down. Vil saw the uncarved apples on the lunch table so he goes back to Pomefiore to check on Epel.
At Savanaclaw, a scrawny baby Jack almost falls off the stairs if Leona did not think fast enough to catch him. All what Leona can think of is that he's stuck in a fever dream.
At Pomefiore, Epel has eaten up all his secret snacks and has made a mess on his baby-sized uniform and blanket. Vil is not pleased.
Both dorm leaders meet at the Mirror Hall and are promptly confused when they see each other holding a baby version of their dormmate.
Vil: Jack too?
Leona: Why does yours look like he came from a bloodbath?
Vil: He kept a stash of snacks the whole time in his room! And Jack looks half-dead, what are you? Feed him!
They enter the cafeteria and are greeted with "aww, they look so squishy!"
Leona and Vil: Don't touch the child.
But nobody questions them when they pick up food until the next happened.
Rook nearly collapsed when he saw Vil giving a baby Epel some orange juice to drink. Ruggie lost his shit because Leona was actually trying to feed a baby Jack a fried chicken leg.
Rook: Roi de Poison? What are you doing to the infante? Have mercy!
Ruggie: Leona, what the hell, don't shove that in his mouth!
Leona and Vil : Wait, you're not supposed to do that?
Cue 'what the fuck is wrong with you' looks across the cafeteria. Jamil has facepalmed so hard he knocked himself unconscious and Kalim has to get some people to help. Lilia and Malleus have left the room with Silver in tow. Azul just shakes his head, feeling pity for the unfortunate babies. Trey has to be the one to give them milk.
Epel does not like the milk and spills it on the table to Vil's disgust. Jack on the other hand chugs it all down with an amused Leona. When baby Epel saw Jack chugging the milk, he crawled over to him when Vil was wiping off the mess, and to everyone's shock, he slapped the (empty) plastic cup on Jack's head with a resounding wham!
"WAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Leona has to cradle a crying Jack in one arm and block a laughing Epel with the other. "Can you get your little shit please."
Vil: Epel, that's bad!
Epel: Hahahahahaha!
Riddle: Wow, that's one evil baby (promptly backs away from the shared table)
"Epel, you don't do that to others," Vil scolds the still laughing baby. "No, you do not do that," he keeps Epel an arm away because the latter is trying to scratch him. "Stop that!"
Before anyone can even stop him, Vil slaps Epel's baby hands away from him. The expected result happens and the baby sobs.
Leona: The hell was that!
Vil: Kingscholar, that's called discipline!
Leona: The fuck-
Crowley: Why did you two not tell me that this happened again! And two at once!
Baby Jack is scared of Headmaster Crowley and burrows himself in Leona's waistcoat. Baby Epel (feeling betrayed by Vil) crawls over to the Headmaster who scoops him up in his arms and starts to soothe him.
"Crewel will be out this afternoon Schoenheit, so the antidote will be left solely to you."
Hold the fuck up.
"But, Headmaster, what about that one?"
"He's better off with me than you I presume, Schoenheit."
"Oof," Rook says.
"Jack as well."
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"Headmaster, with all due respect," Vil begins.
"Jack does not like you," finishes Leona. "You don't want to go to him do you, little wolf?"
Baby Jack just clings to Leona in protest but Epel (the little shit) is just laughing at him. Headmaster Crowley is having second thoughts about baby Epel but oh well. Leona is pretty much stuck with Jack, so he takes a tray full of baby-friendly food that Jade had been preparing and follows Vil.
"Aren't you going to say 'bye', Epel?" Floyd asks.
Ortho gets Epel's arm and makes it wave.
Ruggie follows Leona because he just has a feeling that the latter would do something stupid like fall asleep and leave Jack to crawl around.
Back at Pomefiore, Vil is readying the antidote and demands no interruption from Leona who followed him with a sleepy Jack and Ruggie who followed Leona.
In the Headmaster's office, Epel is happily sleeping in an apple crate cushioned by a blanket. Sam pops in regarding some deliveries and almost trips because it is literally in the absolute centre of the room. Epel wakes up momentarily before sleeping again.
Vil is boiling the brew in a cauldron, takes one moment to look up, and just sees Leona snoring on the floor, a sleeping Jack, and a pissed off Ruggie cradling the baby.
Ruggie: He's hopeless.
Vil: You don't say.
Ruggie is internally thinking Vil is a hypocrite because he's not even taking care of the baby Epel, but reasons with himself that he is the one making the antidote after all. Also, the baby friendly food is dwindling because Ruggie is eating some of it.
When Epel wakes up at late afternoon, he topples over his crate and is trapped. Crowley is nowhere to be seen, he's out walking. Ace and Deuce are looking for the Headmaster because they were called to and hear wailing in the office.
They rope a passing Rook to unlock the door and find the crate moving.
Deuce: WHY IS A BABY IN SOLITARY CONFINEMENT.
Rook gets Epel out, Ace writes a note saying they took Epel, and the trio head out.
They meet Cater taking selfies and the first thing he notices is a still teary Epel.
Cater: Why is he crying?
Deuce: Why was he in solitary confinement?
Ace: Why was he left with the Headmaster?
Rook: Why did it have to be him into a baby, now shut up we need to get to Roi de Poison.
Cater spreads the tidbit of Epel in confinement at the office and when the trio are at the Pomefiore lounge, the news had reached half the school. At the dungeons, they see that its a mess. Jack does not want to eat the soup that Ruggie and Leona are trying to feed him. Epel sees Vil, and shrieks, mama!
Vil: If you were my child, you would be better behaved.
Everyone else: B r u h.
At least Vil is almost done with the potion. Epel is placed on the floor but Vil freaks and tells Rook to carry him instead.
Leona: Wow, you do care.
Vil: Do you?
Baby Jack crawls near Vil's leg and he accidentally steps on the baby's hand with his fucking heels. Jack screams WAAAAAAAAA, Vil is apologizing and panicking, Leona is yelling at Vil, dummy duo and Ruggie are freaking over the potion because it is spilling, and Cater and Rook are just helplessly handing Epel more snacks. Leona grabs baby Jack and tries to comfort him while glaring daggers at Vil whose hair is starting to look less composed.
The potion is finished half an hour of stirring later. But the babies do not want to drink it - Epel is full from all his snacks, and Jack is too upset to eat. So everyone is hivemind (except Vil for Epel) in one solution: play with both babies in the hope that one throws up, and the other to cheer up.
Vil and Rook are left with Epel while the others play with Jack. Vil shakes Epel a bit, but the latter is only dazed. Rook then takes Epel again and starts to shake him like a maraca. Naturally, everyone is horrified. And even more horrifying is Crowley screaming at them because THE POOR BABY.
Epel is already in tears, yet nobody sees he's turning green until Leona yells at them. Jack slaps Leona for yelling too loud next to him and he shuts up. Epel throws up in a bucket. This time, Jack laughs at him.
After Vil roughly wipes Epel's face, he forces him to chug the antidote down. Jack turns away from the potion at first, but when Cater, Deuce, Ace, Ruggie, and Leona keep him still, Headmaster Crowley can pour the antidote down. Vil pats Epel so he can sleep, but the dummy duo demand to Crowley why the baby was all alone in the office.
Crowley: I only left for a few moments!
Rook: Then why was he underneath an apple crate?
Crowley: What? H-h-he must have made it fall over!
Leona, internally: Bullshit.
Leona and Ruggie take Jack back to Savanaclaw for proper rest. Leona yeets all his blankets and pillows so that Jack can sleep comfortably and hesitantly sings a lullaby so the wolf cub can sleep.
Vil carries a very miffed Epel back to the latter's room and orders Rook to clean up the snack trash. Baby boy is too clingy but Vil huffs and accepts his role as mom and pats Epel to sleep.
The rest cart out after helping out by cleaning.
Crowley has to face a barrage of questions from both students and staff alike as to Epel's treatment up to the next day.
When the two babies are back to their regular form, they both freak and send their respective dorm heads flying across the room as they too had fallen asleep.
Leona and Vil: After all I've done for you-
#twisted wonderland#epel felmier#jack howl#leona kingscholar#vil schoenheit#ruggie bucchi#rook hunt#dire crowley#headmaster crowley#ace trappola#deuce spade#kalim al-asim#jamil viper#lilia vanrouge#malleus draconia#twst silver#azul ashengrotto#riddle rosehearts#ortho shroud#floyd leech#trey clover#jade leech#cater diamond#baby chaos#my writing#twst sam
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Episode 4 Roswell New Mexico season 3 thoughts
Liz at the ocean with max in a dream with interesting issues, the handprint
Mr Jones at Max’s drinking acetone and grooming
Dedicated book fo Liz
Using powers
Got gun
Picture of Noah
Isobel and Maria
Quest
Lincoln fire 40% contained
Drugs
Vision
Max and Mr. Jones playing pool
Liz
Rosa
Was Alex there?
Louise and Roy dancing and kissing
Kyle
Karate Isobel?
Wyatt
You can’t see the rest of that funeral, because you don’t want too….
Everyone is clues
Chesire Liz
New Sherriff
Bert back and Kyle
Robberies targeting people of color
Rosa and Wyatt
Flirting
Doesn’t remember Sister’s death, Wyatts mom doesn’t want to tell him
Jordan is mean and you’re not.
Michael and the rock
Kyle and the radio
The rock and the radio, Jim’s voice
The bunker
Nora was mining the rocks
Great grandfather built the radio and Jim put in alien glass
Liz and Heath looking handsome
Event honoring Liz
Spores
Heath failed out of Johns Hopkins
Mr Jones reading a diary
Shooting things, hurt a dog. Mean
Boys: Working on glass, transmitter and receiver
Jim, chose to protect others…. The alternative is a sacrifice no more valenti’s should make. Voice, Kyle and Michael
Fighting
Sense of responsibility
Medical emergency at a ranch
Wyatt and Rosa having coffee
They used to be friends and listened to music
Jackasses the lot of them. Jordan told Wyatt the truth
Evil
Rosa ran away
Liz and Heath, dancing
Mr Jones with the dog, Lucky. So not hurt the dog or Max
Max in the cage
Creepiness
Connected to Max
Past
mr. Jones, Louise and Roy confronted
Hurting Roy stole his memories
Wanted Max
Maria and Isobel
Two truths
Max is a clone, found him in a cave in the desert, mothers afraid of Jones, said he cares about Max
He feels like family
Mr Jones at Kyle’s office, with the dog, looking at Max’s chart
Liz and Heath dancing
Michael knew it was Max in the cage since he was wearing his uniform
Smart
Kyle speaking Spanish
The mayor’s son did this
Undocumented
Mama valenti always took care of undocumented couple
Liz and Heath off book, Heath wants to help
Maria and Isobel
Lonely, wanted to feel some type of connection with Isobel
Maria’s mom is getting worse
Mr Jones, Michael, Max together
Stronger than all of us, Michael has a gun
The dog
Took the gun
At Max’s place
Talk about Liz
Remembers Tripp
Mr Jones wants to help Max, maybe. He’s creepy
He can’t fake a memory
The cave with the egg
Louise and Jones
Fighting
You know what happens to the boy if you kill me
Roy
Can he survive without him? I don’t know
I’m ready to set you free Max
Rosa and Wyatt at the Crashdown
Googled himself, found his page
Afraid of what I might do
Talking about recovery
Probably kinder than I deserve….
He needs time away from Roswell
He asked to keep the harmonica
He thinks of me like a son
I don’t trust him…
Michael and Max are sweet
Funeral vision
Heath and Liz at home
Made peace with myself, resigning
Jordan and Kyle, leave Kyle alone, evil
Bert with Michael at funeral
Rosa crying,
Do not Kill Kyle Valenti, I will riot
Max at funeral
Liz at funeral
Don’t hurt him
Valenti coat of arms
You hurt my boy
You utter bastard
Liz feels the feel again,
Max found Kyle
Oh god, my poor boy
No Alex except in flashback
This was so upsetting
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Kyle. Save my boy. Jordan Bernhardt is on my shit list.
So much going on.
Michael is such a good man
Do not hurt the poor dog.
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*a few months after Edward joined the army*
Roy viewing security footage : *Edward opens the door to the office building but the wind blows it back and smacks him*
Ed: *smacks it back* fuck you
Fuck you, stupid fuckin-
Fucker, stupid bitch
Bitch motherfucker
*middle fingers at door*
Fuckin bitch
*walks calmly into the building*
Roy: I don't know how to handle this. Do I punish him?
Havoc: fuck that door.
#edward elric#roy: mama needs a drink#roy mustang#dad roy mustang#ed my beloved son#ed elric#Edward is a little shit#fullmetal alchimist brotherhood#fullmetal alchemist#fma 2003#fmab#that door needs to learn its place#jean havoc
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Hey, how about Calum keeps changing plans throughout the week or something in favour of hanging out with other people, accident toy neglecting you. So you cancel a date upset and he tries to make it up with you 💕💞 love your writing xx
thank you bby i hope you like this!
this is angsty then fluffy and then intended smut at the end? i’m a rollercoaster of emotions this week guys, i’m sorry lol
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Four times in one week that Calum has cancelled plans that were reserved for just you and him. He cancelled because Ashton needed help feng-shuing his house or Roy wanted to grab a drink. He’d apologize profusely then kiss your forehead before leaving you and Duke alone. You admired his loyalty to his friends but being put on the backburner recently is taking its toll on you.
It’s Saturday afternoon and Calum’s at the studio. You’re supposed to go to dinner and a movie tonight. You had a feeling he’s going to cancel again so you beat him to the punch and sent a text cancelling the date first.
He didn’t respond for an hour so you took that as his confirmation of plans being done. You Doordashed a pizza then turned on LOST to binge while you ate. No doubt you’d be going to bed alone. Again.
You’re on your third piece of pizza when Calum enters through the front door, Duke leaps off the couch to greet him.
“Hi buddy, where’s mama?”
Your eyes stay glued to the TV but your stomach plummets in nerves. He’s actually home? Did he not get your message?
“Hey cupcake,” he beams this his expression falls when he sees the pizza and you in your pajamas. “Why aren’t you dressed?”
“Why aren’t you at the studio? I cancelled and texted you.”
He fishes for his phone then frowns at your message that he’s clearly seeing for the first time.
“Why did you cancel?”
“You’ve been cancelling all week,” you shrug, “and you’ve been at the studio since eight this morning so . . . I figured you’d be late.”
“So you did it out of spite because I’ve cancelled on you?” his tone is accusatory.
“No, not out of spite, I did it so I wouldn’t have my feelings hurt by you for the fifth time this week.”
Your voice rises the more upset you become.
“I’m sorry I’ve cancelled, babe, but my friends needed me--”
“And that’s great, Calum, it is. I love how good of a friend you are but I’ve been at the bottom of the totem pole lately. I need you, too,” your voice breaks on the last sentence and a few tears slip from your eyes. You wipe them away with your napkin you’ve been clenching in your fist.
Calum sighs deeply then shifts the pizza box from your lap so you don’t cry into it. He pulls you to his chest, cradling your head and kisses the top of it.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize how many times I cancelled this week on you,” he murmurs into your hair.
“I miss you,” you whisper wrapping your arms around his middle.
“I miss you, too. Will you let me make it up to you?”
“How?” you sniff.
He pulls away so he can look into your eyes, his brown ones are full of apologies and remorse.
“I’ll cancel all my plans tomorrow and we’ll have a Cal and cupcake day. I’ll make you breakfast and we’ll go to the bookstore and get our nails done--”
“Nail salons are closed on Sunday’s,” you chuckle.
“Then I’ll paint your nails. And I’ll cook you your favorite dinner and we’ll take a bubble bath. Tomorrow it will just be you and me,” he promises and kisses your nose. “I’m really sorry, cupcake, can you forgive me?”
He pouts at you in that stupid cute way he does and how can you not forgive him?
“I hate when you give me those puppy eyes,” you scoff, “but yes, that sounds really nice.”
“Good,” he pecks your lips softly.
“What are we going to do tonight?”
“Tonight, I’m going to take you upstairs,” he says kissing your jaw and then your neck, “and make you come as many times as I’ve cancelled on you.”
“That’s four times, Cal,” you shiver at his lips on your skin and his words.
“Good thing I know your record is eight.”
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ASC Playlist
This is for tim2604 on ff.net who requested a list of my playlist from my story A Second Chance. Some of them are individual songs that are also mentioned on the album, but they are all listed here as being mentioned whether by song title, lyrics, or album name. The ones at the bottom are still to come at a Halloween party ;)
Here it is!
It’s Only Rock n’ Roll But I like It - The Rolling Stones
All You Need is Love - The Beatles
Stand - Rascal Flatts
Free Bird - Lynyrd Skynyrd
A Night at the Opera (album) - Queen
Death on Two Legs (Dedicated To …)
Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon
I’m in Love With my Car
You’re My Best Friend
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Sweet Lady
Seaside Rendevous
The Prophet’s Song
Love of My Life
Good Company
Bohemian Rhapsody
God Save the Queen
Werewolves of London - Warren Zevon
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper
I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor
Respect - Aretha Franklin
Blackbird - The Beatles
PS I Love You - The Beatles
The White Album (album) - The Beatles
Back in the USSR
Dear Prudence
Glass Onion
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
Wild Honey Pie
The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill
While My Guitar Gently Weeps
Happiness is a Warm Gun
Martha My Dear
I’m So Tired
Blackbird
Piggies
Rocky Raccoon
Don’t Pass Me By
Why Don’t We Do it in the Road?
I Will
Julia
Birthday
Yer Blues
Mother Nature’s Son
Everybody’s Got Something to Hide Except Me and My Monkey
Sexy Sadie
Helter Skelter
Long, Long, Long
Revolution 1
Honey Pie
Savoy Truffle
Cry Baby Cry
Revolution 9
Good Night
Rubber Soul (album) - Beatles
Drive My Car
Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown)
You Won’t See Me
Nowhere Man
Think For Yourself
The Word
Michelle
What Goes On
Girl
I’m Looking Through You
In My Life
Wait If I Needed Someone
Run For Your Life
The Game (album) - Queen
Play the Game
Dragon Attack
Another One Bites the Dust
Need Your Loving Tonight
Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Rock it (Primo Jive)
Don’t Try Suicide
Sail Away Sweet Sister
Coming Soon Save Me
Birthday - The Beatles
Led Zeppelin III (album) - Led Zeppelin
Immigrant Song
Friends
Celebration Day
Since I’ve Been Loving You
Out on the Tiles
Gallows Pole
Tangerine
That’s the Way
Bron-Y-Aur Stomp
Hats Off to (Roy) Harper
You Like Me Too Much - The Beatles
In My Life - The Beatles
G N’ R Lies (album) - Guns N’ Roses
Reckless Life
Nice Boys
Move to the City
Mama Kin
Patience
Used to Love Her
You’re Crazy
One in a Million
Don’t Bother Me - The Beatles
I Saw Her Standing There - The Beatles
I’ll Cry Instead - The Beatles
I’ve Just Seen A Face - The Beatles
I’m A Loser - The Beatles
I Am the Walrus - The Beatles
Act Naturally - The Beatles
Hold Me Tight - The Beatles
Carry That Weight - The Beatles
With A Little Help From My Friends - The Beatles
Across the Universe - The Beatles
While My Guitar Gently Weeps - The Beatles
Something - The Beatles
Eight Days A Week - The Beatles
Can’t Buy Me Love - The Beatles
Because - The Beatles
Let It Be - The Beatles
Strawberry Fields Forever - The Beatles
Dream On - Aerosmith
Innuendo (album) - Queen
Innuendo
I’m Going Slightly Mad
Headlong
I Can’t Live With You
Don’t Try So Hard
Ride the Wild Wind
All God’s People
These Are the Days of Our Lives
Delilah
The Hitman
Bijou
The Show Must Go On
Presto (album) - Rush
Show Don’t Tell
Chain Lightning
The Pass
War Paint
Scars
Presto
Superconductor
Anagram (For Mongo)
Red Tide
Hand Over Fist
Available Light
Working Man - Rush
Blow Up Your Video (album) - ACDC
Heatseeker
That’s The Way
I Wanna Rock N’ Roll
Mean Streak
Go Zone
Kissin’ Dynamite
Nick of Time
Some Sin for Nuthin’
Ruff Stuff
Two’s Up
This Means War
Bleach (album) - Nirvana
Blew
Floyd the Barber
About a Girl
School
Love Buzz
Paper Cuts
Negative Creep
Scoff
Swap Meet
Mr Mustache
Sifting
Big Cheese
Downer
New Jersey (album) - Bon Jovi
Lay Your Hands On Me
Bad Medicine
Born To Be My Baby
Living in Sin
Blood on Blood
Homebound Train
Wild is the Wind
Ride Cowboy Ride
Stick to Your Guns
I’ll Be There For You
99 in the Shade
Love for Sale
Like A Prayer (album) - Madonna
Like A Prayer
Express Yourself
Love Song
Till Death Do Us Part
Promise to Try Cherish
Dear Jessie
Oh Father
Keep It Together
Pray for Spanish Eyes
Act of Contrition
Wide Awake in Dreamland (album) - Pat Benatar
All Fired Up
One Love (Song of the Lion)
Let’s Stay Together
Don’t Walk Away
Too Long A Soldier
Cool Zero
Cerebral Man
Lift ‘Em On Up
Suffer the Little Children
Wide Awake in Dreamland
Whiplash Smile (album) - Billy Idol
Worlds Forgotten Boy
To Be a Lover
Soul Standing By
Sweet Sexteen
Men for All Seasons
Don’t Need a Gun
Beyond Belief
Fatal Charm
All Summer Single
One Night, One Chance
Dark Side of the Moon (album) - Pink Floyd
Speak to Me
Breathe (In the Air)
On the Run
Time
The Great Gig in the Sky
Money
Us and Them
Any Colour You Like
Brain Damage
Eclipse
I Will - The Beatles
We Will Rock You - Queen
Toto IV (album) - Toto
Rosanna
Make Believe
I Won’t Hold Back
Good for You
It’s a Feeling
Afraid of Love
Lovers in the Night
We Made it
Waiting for Your Love
Africa
Back in Black (album) - ACDCHells Bells
Shoot to Thrill
What Do You Do for the Money Honey
Givin’ the Dog a Bone
Let Me Put My Love Into You
Back in Black
You Shook Me All Night Long
Have a Drink On Me
Shake a Leg
Rock and Roll Ain’t Noise Pollution
London Calling (album) - The Clash
London Calling
Brand New Cadillac
Jimmy Jazz
Hateful
Rudie Can’t Fail
Spanish Bombs
The Right Profile
Lost in the Supermarket
Clampdown
The Guns of Brixton
Wrong ‘Em Boyo
Death or Glory
Koka Kola
The Card Cheat
Lover’s Rock
Four Horseman
I’m Not Down
Revolution Rock
Train in Vain
The Boys Are Back in Town - Thin Lizzy
You Shook Me All Night Long - AC/DC
Cherry Pie - Warrant
Baby, I Love You - The Ramones
Insomniac (album) - Green Day
Armatage Shanks
Brat
Stuck with Me
Geek Stink Breath
No Pride
Bab’s Uvula Who?
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Panic Song
Stuart ant the Ave.
Brain Stew
Jaded
Westbound Sign
Tight Wad Hill
Walking Contradiction
I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You - Elvis Presley
Octopus’ Garden - The Beatles
Who Wants to Live Forever - Queen
Blaze of Glory - Bon Jovi
Waiting for a Girl Like You - Foreigner
Night Visions - AJ McLean
Jagged Little Pill (album) - Alanis Morrisette
All I Really Want
You Oughta Know
Perfect
Hand in My Pocket
Right Through You
Forgiven
You Learn
Head Over Feet
Mary Jane
Ironic
Not the Doctor
Wake Up
These Are The Days of Our Lives - Queen
Follow You Down - Gin Blossoms
Fastlove - George Michael
A Long December - Counting Crows
It’s All Coming Back to Me Now - Celine Dion
How Bizarre - OMC
Thriller - Michael Jackson
Lovefool - The Cardigans
Un-Break My Heart - Toni Braxton
Wannabe - Spice Girls
I’ll Be There For You - The Remembrandts
Dance Like a Hippogriff - Weird Sisters
I Put A Spell On You - Annie Lennox
Open Your Heart - Madonna
The Earth, The Sun, The Rain - Color Me Badd
Everything I Do (I Do It For You) - Bryan Adams
Saturday Night - Whigfield
Mamma Mia - Abba
Waterloo - Abba
You’re My Best Friend - Queen
Ride of the Valkyries - Richard Wagner
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Time for a story - To a brighter future
“Just five minutes more.”
Glancing at her watch, Felicity realized that Donna was right. In five minutes, the year 2025 was already over again. She had no idea how time managed to run like that. It seemed to get worse with each year. It started in one second and the blink of an eye later it was already over again. Time was running way too quickly.
Felicity looked into the faces of the small circle of people she was standing in. For quite some years now, she had celebrated the start of every new year in the company of the people closest to her. They had all gathered in her home or at least in one of their homes. They had chatted and tried to forget all the chaos in their life, hoping that the new year would bring a little bit more peace.
This year, it was a little different. Since Oliver continued to make the city one, uniting the citizens that had been fractured for decades, he had decided that welcoming the year 2026 altogether was a good idea. It would help the people living here to realize that they were all in this together.
Smiling softly, Felicity looked around. A lot of people had come. Although the richest of the rich people preferred to stay in their mansions where they could probably eat caviar and drink their expensive champagne in the warmth of their homes, at least some of the wealthier people had come. There were people that, no matter how rich they were, wanted to have a united city and that was great to see.
Felicity knew that barely anything could have stopped her from coming here today. She had liked Oliver’s idea from the start and, even if she hadn’t agreed
Of course the Arrow Family had come too. John and Lyla were there. Tommy and Laurel were celebrating their first New Year’s Eve as husband and wife with the entire family. Quentin and Donna were celebrating their last New Year’s Eve without a marriage certificate together with them. Roy had come, and even Nick had come.
Nick hadn’t been too pleased at the start. While he had been looking forward to spend the evening in the company of his newly found family and friends, he hadn’t been sure that he was fit enough for it. Spending it at one of their homes would have already been hard with the fireworks and everything. Spending it surrounded by thousands of strangers had sounded impossible. Luckily, Oliver had managed to convince Nick to come with them, especially since there were no fireworks happening around here.
Felicity could only shake her head at the backlash Oliver’s decision of not doing any fireworks had caused. He had explained that this was done to protect the animals, the environment and the veterans, but barely anyone had wanted to hear it. They had thought that Oliver was overdoing it with throwing tradition into the wind. Oliver hadn’t cared there.
It was one of the many reasons why Felicity loved him so much. Oliver just didn’t care about what people thought, at least not when he was doing good. It had taken a while until he had come to this, but he was there now and that was all that mattered.
“It’s a pity that Thea couldn’t come,” Donna said to Roy, directing Felicity’s attention back to the conversation, “I am sure you would have liked her to be here.”
“Of course.” Roy smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “The pregnancy just isn’t exactly nice to her right now, so it was better for her to stay back. Besides, that way she can help Raisa with the kids.”
“Not that Raisa would ever need any help,” Felicity said softly, “I mean she is Raisa.”
Raisa was definitely one of the best things that had happened to Felicity in all of her life. She was the kind of support she and Oliver had needed to make managing their crazy lives easier. They were going through so many troubles with their life, knowing that their kids were always taken care of perfectly, even if they themselves couldn’t take care of them, was making their lives at least a little bit easier.
Felicity shot a look towards the kids. William and Audrey had agreed to keep an eye on Sara, Emmy and Tommy. The three kids had pleaded with their parents to come with them, so the Queens and the Diggles had agreed. Raisa had suggested taking Robbie and Connor since she was staying in to take care of Millie and Addie anyway. She didn’t really like New Year’s Eve and didn’t mind not going out. With Thea as a company, she certainly had a great evening.
“This has really been a great idea,” Quentin said, looking around and nodding his head, “I think it’s a long overdue that the citizens realize that they are community.”
“Agreed,” Laurel said, leaning into Tommy’s side, “although I have to say that a summer festival that isn’t that cold would have been nicer.”
Chuckling, Tommy tightened his arms around his wife’s body and pulled her close to his chest. He placed a firm kiss on the top of Laurel’s head. It prompted her to rest her head back and look at him. Love was shining in both of their eyes.
Puckering her lips, Felicity straightened up onto the tips of her toes and looked around. Since she wasn’t really tall, not even when she was straightened up like that, she couldn’t see much. She puckered her lips even more and grumbled.
“As great as Oliver’s idea has been, I hope he knows that I am going to be really mad with him when he doesn’t get his ass right here next to me in the next three minutes.”
As much as Felicity supported Oliver’s idea, the wife inside of her also wanted to spend the turn of years with her husband. They were sharing each other with the city that hadn’t always been as grateful as it was presenting itself right now way too much already. They were sharing this day with Starling City too, but Felicity wouldn’t share Oliver with them. Not tonight.
“I guess I should have convinced Bruce to spend New Year’s Eve with us,” Felicity said, puckering her lips once more, “because I am sure Oliver wouldn’t risk missing the turn of years when he knew that I had someone else to kiss in case he doesn’t make it in time.”
“Hey, I’m like a grass widower today too,” Roy said, “you can always kiss me.”
“Aww, that’s sweet. Come here and-“
The moment Felicity had turned and taken a step toward Roy, who had already spread his arms for her, Oliver suddenly pushed between them. He wrapped an arm around her waist, angling her back, as his lips stole a gentle kiss from hers. He was balancing a tray with glass of champagne of his free hand, not having any trouble to do both perfectly.
He was Oliver Queen after all.
Once Oliver straightened back up, taking Felicity with him, he broke the kiss. Donna took the tray from him and put it on the middle of the table between them. She started giving everyone a glass while Felicity was putting her arms around the back of Oliver’s neck and looked at him with narrowed eyes.
“Hey, why do I deserve that?” Oliver asked. “I am absolutely in time. There are till ninety seconds until the year’s over, and we both know I wouldn’t want anyone else to be the first to kiss you in 2026.”
“Good for you,” Felicity said, pushing her finger against his chest, “because I swear that I would have found someone to kiss me if you hadn’t been in time.”
Oliver chuckled and captured her lips in another kiss. He didn’t need to say it for her to know that he would have never risked that. He wanted to kiss her when the new year begun, celebrating the beginning of another year with her.
“Mayor Queen?”
A woman with a headset and a clipboard stood at the bottom of the stairs that led towards the stage and looked at him. Oliver took in a deep breath and nodded his head.
Felicity smiled, putting her hand to Oliver’s heart and rubbing her fingers over his chest. She knew that Olive had gotten more used to being in the spotlight like that through the years. Still, he would have certainly preferred spending the turn of years in the middle of the crowd instead of onstage. He had been convinced otherwise though.
Resting his hand over Felicity’s on his chest, he nodded his head. With her by his side, he was ready to face this new task.
Oliver thrusted a glass of champagne into her hand before he laced his fingers with hers, and pulled her with him to the stage. The rest of their family and friends followed them, including the kids. They had agreed that they would all do this together. It was tradition to celebrate the turn of years after all.
Lifting her hand to his lips, Oliver looked at Felicity. He kissed the back of her hand before he let go of her fingers to step towards the microphone. The music stopped playing and a spotlight was directed at him. Although Felicity stood outside of it, she felt blinded by the glaring light. She couldn’t imagine how hard it had to be for Oliver.
“Mama.”
When Tommy stepped towards her, Felicity lifted him into her arms and kissed his cheek. It didn’t matter how much he loved his siblings, he would always seek her presence first and foremost when he wasn’t feeling comfortable. Standing on a stage like this with all those eyes directed at him, he definitely wasn’t comfortable.
“Good evening, Starling City,” Oliver said, “I hope you all have fun.”
The cheering of the crowd was enough of an answer. No matter how many people had criticized this event, they would have to agree that this had actually been a good idea at the end. This was bringing the city closer together, just like it should be.
“Then I hope you all got a glass of champagne ready since the new year begins in fifteen seconds,” he continued, “and I want you all to count down the seconds into the new year with me.”
There was something magical about the way the city counted down the seconds to the new year together. Felicity was bouncing Tommy on her hip, making sure he counted with them as loudly as he could. She looked at her friends next to them. Lyla and John were holding each other. So were Quentin and Donna as well as Laurel and Tommy. William and Audrey were just holding their hands as Audrey wasn’t used to this publicity yet. Roy was carrying Sara and Emmy on his hips, saving himself two kisses she guessed.
Frowning, Felicity directed her gaze down to see that Nick had stayed there. She gestured for him to join her, but he shook his head, smiling softly. He felt safer where he was, so Felicity would accept this.
For the last two seconds, Oliver hurried back, wanting to be in time for the kiss. Felicity smiled about this sweetness. She already leaned in to get her kiss when the years turned. Before their lips could touch in a sweet kiss, Tommy put his hands to Felicity’s cheeks and turned her head towards him, stealing the kiss that had been meant for his father.
Felicity chuckled against Tommy’s lips as he refused to break the kiss. He kept his lips placed on Felicity’s, unwilling to let go.
“Hey,” Oliver complained eventually, taking Tommy from Felicity and thrusting him right into Lyla’s arms, “here, kiss your godmother.”
Tommy didn’t have to be asked twice. He put his hands to Lyla’s cheeks and gave her the same long kiss he had just given his mother. Meanwhile, Oliver was turning back with a shake of his head and a muttered unbelievable. Framing Felicity’s face with his hands, he leaned in and finally got that kiss he had tried to have ten seconds before already.
Sighing, Felicity melted against Oliver’s chest. The whole world around her seemed to fade away, and all that mattered where them. From the warmth on the side of her face, she was sure that a spotlight was directed at them, so maybe the world wasn’t as far away as it seemed.
They broke the kiss as they weren’t too eager to have this kiss show on the covers of every magazine around. They smiled at each other for a moment, both agreeing that this kiss would be continued and deepened as soon as they could hide back in any shadows.
With their fingers laced, they looked over the crowd of people that were celebrating. People, seven strangers Felicity guessed, were falling around each other’s neck to celebrate the beginning of this new year. A city that had been so fractured once was celebrating this night united now. It was a little miracle even though there had been a lot of work behind this miracle. It hadn’t come as easily as it looked.
Turning her head, Felicity looked at Oliver’s face. His eyes were directed at the crowd, taking in the image she had taken in seconds ago too. There was something about the expression on his face that made Felicity wonder what was going on in his mind. Usually, when Oliver looked at the city, he saw all the mistakes his parents had made and all the mistakes he had made. He saw all the work that was still ahead of him after the years he had already sacrificed to make this city a better place.
“Maybe it was all worth it,” Oliver suddenly said, “I know that there was a lot of trauma for me and for the both of us actually. There was death and pain and sadness. There have been mistakes, a lot of them really. There was danger and there still is, but look what we have achieved here. We have really made a change for the people living here. We have done this.”
Felicity smiled, leaning closer to Oliver. She rested her chin on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his middle.
“You have done this.”
“I had help.”
Chuckling, Felicity kissed Oliver’s shoulder through his thick jacket. “Yes, you did. It doesn’t change that you have initiated all of this. You have sparked the flame that has infected so many of us now. This city is a better place because of you.”
Oliver nodded his head slowly, letting her words sink in. For what felt like the first time, he wasn’t fighting her on that. He wasn’t even lowering his eyes and staring at the floor with embarrassment or shyness. He wasn’t fighting her by not agreeing with him. Maybe he wasn’t ready to say it out loud yet, but he did really agree with her.
When her eyes met hers, there was an intense expression in them. Usually, he’d only look at her when they were alone or when they could at least pretend being alone. They were still in the spotlight now, but maybe it made it even more honest. Standing in front of the city and agreeing with her on that meant even more than it did when it was just them. She wasn’t the person he thought he had to apologize to for the mistakes he had made. Maybe there had been a time that he had felt that he had to apologize to her for pulling her into that life by revealing his identity to her and even more by proposing to her. That was long over because Felicity had made sure that Oliver knew she had made both of those decisions willingly. She wouldn’t let him take the blame for something she had done.
“We have to continue our work to make it an even better place, don’t we?”
“Yes, we have.”
The expression in Oliver’s eyes grew even deeper. “And it’s worth all the danger we put on ourselves and our children, right?”
Felicity sucked in a deep breath, knowing there was no easy answer to this. So far, the kids had been kept away from most of the bad stuff. Emmy and Tommy had been abducted once, but that abduction had been caused by their stalkers. Even if Cupid had only felt attracted to Oliver because he had been the Arrow, Foster would have put his plan to action either way. He had been the brain behind the operation. Cupid had mostly been there to distract them.
Apart from that, all the kids had suffered through the loss of their father. Felicity had never told them that Oliver had supposedly been dead, unable to say those words. William had heard it on the news, but his little siblings had just known that something was terribly wrong. Again, that had been caused by someone who was connected to them more privately. Well, he had been connected to them more privately as Malcolm Merlyn hadn’t survived the abduction.
Still, Felicity knew that they had just been lucky. Maybe one day, someone would find them and do harm to one of their children. She didn’t even want to imagine what would happen if that happened. Nothing they could possibly do would be worth having any of their children hurt. At least that was her perspective as mother, the one perspective that mattered most.
“Whatever happens, we will be able to deal with it,” Felicity said, “because we are stronger than anything life can throw at us. What we have, it’s just bigger than the friggin’ universe.”
She said the words almost casually, but the corners of Oliver’s lips twitched with amusement at them nonetheless. He wasn’t just amused though. There was an honest expression in his eyes that told her she was feeling the same.
“Bigger than the friggin’ universe,” Oliver agreed.
With that, he leaned down and captured her lips in another kiss. Felicity moved a hand into the back of his hair and scratched her fingernails over his scalp lightly. She loved Oliver and no matter how many troubles the circumstances of his life had brought over her and their family was worth giving up on what they had. She wouldn’t give up on her marriage or her family for anything in the world.
Loud applause and cheering made them pull apart and look into the crowd. Felicity blushed as she realized that their kiss had been conveyed onto the large screens behind them. For Starling City, they were the American version of William & Kate or maybe even Harry & Meghan.
Oliver pecked Felicity’s lips once more before he stepped back to the microphone. Meanwhile, Emmy hurried towards Felicity and threw herself at her. Felicity chuckled and picked her up in her arms which wasn’t as easy as it had used to be when Emmy had still been a baby.
“Happy New Year, Mom.”
Felicity kissed Emmy’s lip. “Happy New Year, Sweetie.”
With that, they both turned towards Oliver.
“Happy New Year, everyone,” he said and elicited a lot of applause and cheering from the crowd, “welcome to 2026!”
2026 Felicity thought with a shake of her head. It was crazy. Time was really running every single second of every single day.
“I want to use this chance of standing here today to tell you that I, as your mayor and as a citizen of this city, will do my best to make this city an even safer place for you. I want this place to be a place of hope and a place of safety for all of us and especially our children.”
“Dad is doing great, isn’t he?” Emmy asked.
Felicity smiled at her daughter, nuzzling her nose. “He does. Did you expect anything else?”
“No,” Emmy replied, “of course not.”
Felicity chuckled, but she knew that Emmy was saying the truth. Her children loved their daddy so much that they always saw him as that great, invincible person that he looked like to everyone who saw the Green Arrow. Felicity could just hope that it would never change.
“Now, please raise your glass with me,” Oliver asked and lifted his own glass for everyone to see, “to Starling City, to all of you and to a brighter future that we will stand through together. United. Cheers.”
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𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 ( a jelani mwezi playlist | hshqtask007. )
𝐈. demons (intro) — brent faiyaz. 𝐈𝐈. a place like this — majid jordan. 𝐈𝐈𝐈. this ain’t love — giveon. 𝐈𝐕. the fall — the weeknd. 𝐕. xanax damage — future. 𝐕𝐈. love yourself (interlude) — xxxtentacion. 𝐕𝐈𝐈. around me — brent faiyaz. 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. balance — roy woods feat. dvsn & pnb rock. 𝐈𝐗. veg out (wasting thyme) — masego. 𝐗. too comfortable — future. 𝐗𝐈. do better — gunna. 𝐗𝐈𝐈. make it out (outro) — brent faiyaz.
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𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 // 𝐱𝐢𝐯. rari — octavian feat. future. 𝐱𝐯. after party — don toliver. 𝐱𝐯𝐢. enjoy yourself — pop smoke feat. karol g. 𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢. stuntin’ on you — tyla yahweh feat. dababy. 𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. servin’ killa kam — future.
𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. jelani’s daddy issues are the foundation of who he has become. the songs hint at his shaky upbringing, while also reflecting his past internal battle of wanting to do the right things, earn some approval, but realising that something isn’t right.
can’t ever do right, can’t lose this fight, i think the demons are winning.
you can feel it inside you. don’t let it in, it likes you.
it’s a difficult place when it gets like this.
it’s hard to raise a child when it gets like this.
don’t say you love me just to make it even,
know it’s hard to trust me, but that’s another reason this ain’t love.
𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐱. these tracks demonstrate a shift from seeking approval in the opening tracks, to seeking comfort and pleasure. there is a prominent shift in demeanor from the sixth track onwards, where there’s a sense of self acceptance and contentment.
mama, i understand why you’re mad,
and it hurts to accept what i am, how i live, what i did,
but i’ve been good since thursday.
i only call you when i’m faded. your arms around me, come and save me.
love yourself, take no chances, fuck them.
𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐧. more on acceptance and the art of not giving a fuck. the bonus tracks would also fit in here. there’s a general theme of hedonism and excess.
i don’t give a damn about them, i’mma do me.
and if i had to choose between me and you? i’d choose me.
i don’t need love, i know i’ll probably fuck it up.
drinking too much, but let me get another cup.
i don’t really care what you talk about,
i just want to waste time, i just want to rest my mind.
𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞. he’s not quite here yet, but i picked these songs to end on a high note and show a little light at the end of the tunnel. they could be seen as motivational tracks to bring him out of his current posture.
#this looks so long i'm sry#hshqtask007#task.#me: has about twenty replies to do#also me: playlist ????
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