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zergula · 7 months

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Welcome To Sims3City!

They say if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere! Celebrities can be found wandering the shops and giving impromptu performances all over Sims3City. There's live show venues everywhere and it's easy to see why they say this city runs on dreams yet never sleeps!

I found this absolutely gorgeous map: Waterfall Beauty and just had to use it to make my own city world save! This map did come with lots already designated so I filled it up with the best townhouses, apartments, and city life buildings I could find or make to make my own version of a mashup of Starlight Shores and Bridgeport.

INTERESTING CHARACTERS

Every sim comes to Sims3City to make it big! With a performance venue on nearly every corner, you're sure to see:

The Warflowers - These twins started a band and pulled some of their reluctant friends into it. They know once they got here to The City, they would make it!

Chloe and Bob Katt - always on the hustle to make people believe in magic again!

The Myth family is here, of course, living in the spookiest house!

Mirage Sable always seems able to make everyone else's wishes come true, hoping one day her only one will, too!

Candice and Arthur finally made it to The City when Candice got her book deal. Arthur is hoping to make it into the celebrity chef business...with a little help from his friend and now roommate, Derek. This new relationship has a lot of challenges being thrown its way, but this couple is determined to make it here and everywhere!

The Vireowing Fairy Sisters not only have beautiful voices, they love to bestow inner and outer beauty on all of those around them. That's perfect in a city that values beauty!

As with anywhere, crime can be overwhelming in the city but H & H Private detective family, Harmony and Henry, are on the case!

Lots of sims from Starlight Shores and Bridgeport are here: The Drama On TV household, the Crash Pad household, the Atkins Household, the Elson Family, the Sagar Family, the Platt Family, the Hemlock, Schlick and Slayer families, the Belle family, the Art Central household, and the Whitfield family.

AROUND TOWN

38 Community lots

74 Residential lots

This city is ALIVE! Along with all EA rabbitholes, you will find:

CHIPS Casino - a big show venue where you can see the greatest performers and play all games

Across the street, you will find another live show venue - The Locker -

where you can see more live performances. After that, dance the night away at Bubbleworks -

and keep the party going with the late night crew over at The Afterlife Vampire Lounge!

Don't worry about ghosts, though. A recreation of the firestation from the movie, Ghostbusters, is right next door so we ain't afraid of no ghosts! Next to that firestation and hospital emergency center, you will find the Anachronistic Art Gallery and City Hall rabbithole, with some mysterious things to explore in the basement!

In the more affluent area of the city is where you will find the Affluence Golf Club rec park and Tee Off! Sports Bar and Grill -

and some sweet treats at The Big Cheese bakery and shops!

In the center of town, you will find lots of fun for the kids at The Wise Owl Library next to the Aquarium Science Center and the Bright Beginnings Daycare and School center -

Stop by and get some sweet treats at The Plaza Ice Cream Parlor

and then get rid of all of that excess energy at the Big Rock Climbing Centre Gym or The Pac Man Public Pool next to the stadium rabbithole!

Don't forget to visit the Surf's Up Wave Garden at the beach right across the street or the seasonal festival grounds!

Downtown, you can get those extra strings at the DownTown Music Store, play some games at the Laserberry Arcade, and then head over to the Stardust Diner for some drinks and good times!

If you go at certain times of the day to catch a movie at Serena's Community Cinema, you might be able to see some of today's biggest stars working on set! You can pick up whatever you need at the big Sims 3 Market nearby and marvel at all of the old historical residential buildings before you head over to the Double Rainbow Disco Club for more dancing!

For those sims with a more exclusive taste, Club 112 in the historical section is the perfect lounge!

There's The Remaude Coffee Emporium Coffeehouse and Elixir Of Life Coffeehouse and shops for more live venues and fun in Sims3City!

After all of that excitement, the city folks like to visit the Stone Troll Mill Fishing Pond to unwind and maybe catch some dinner if they're lucky!

MORE INFO

This is a world save file. You will need to have the world installed in order to play the save file. In this download, you will find 3 save files and the world file:

Sims3CityCommunityLots - this version of the save is only the community lots

Sims3CityUnpopulated - this is the final version of the save without households

Sims3CityPopulated - this is the final version on the save with all households

I have all expansions, stuff packs, and store content so most of it is probably used in this save. If you do not have the item, the game should generate a similar item. The only expansion not used is PETS so I do not know how this save will run with pets, my apologies. THERE IS ZERO CUSTOM CONTENT IN THIS SAVE. All lots are set as regular lots (not apartments) so if you want to change them for roommates, etc feel free! I hope you enjoy this save as much as I am! Please tag me @zergula or #Sims3City if you share any photos, I would love to see them!

Please check out my other world saves here:

River Falls

Simarellen

Kaodina

Lunestia

Happy simming and green plumbobs for all <3

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jakesbeloved · 17 days

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~Chip Bunker~

Pairing: drw x f!reader

Warnings: enemies to lovers, smut, fingering...

Word count: 9k+

A/N: This is my first ever fic! With that being said, please keep in mind that English is also not my first language, so don't mind the spelling or grammar mistakes etc... Anyways! Hope you all enjoy. All my love -jakesbeloved 💋

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Stupid, stupid, golf game.

"Just one more game!" Your friends said... 30 minutes ago. 30 fucking minutes ago. You couldn't stand another second on this field.

Under any other circumstance, you would've adored and cherished the rays of the sun that were kissing and flourishing your skin as always, but right now? Right know the sun feels like it's pinching and pulling at your skin. You were sweating like a pig just standing there. Not to mention the short skirts the golf club provided for women during the summer... Clearly it was run by a man. The irritation of the skin of your inner thighs was stinging more and more as they rubbed together, your impatience clearly growing each second.

Growing up you loved playing golf with your friends. You're not really sure what changed along the way. Maybe it was the fact that it was simply getting old for you, or perhaps... Perhaps the boy you started seeing regularly at each practice.

You knew him as Daniel. Or as you liked to call him the most, asshole. You didn't mind him that much when he first joined your childhood friend group - in fact, you didn't pay attention to him at all. But you soon realized that every inch of him was just screaming for attention. Whether it was his unnecessary amount of confidence, or his perfectly muscular tall body that just stuck out like a sore thumb, you weren't sure. All you knew that as soon as he stepped a foot on the field, every head was turnt.

'Chip Bunker' is what they liked to call him. The nickname is pretty self explanatory - he won at nearly every game... And you'd be lying if you'd say it didn't turn you on at least a little.

He was so sure of himself, like he knew exactly what he was doing... And you'd often catch yourself imagining if he was an expert in other situations as well.

Oh but you'd never tell him that. There's no way in hell you'd confess your sinful thoughts to him. The last thing you'd want to do is feed into some dude's ego, which is already taller than him (and that's a hard thing to accomplish, trust...). Instead, you'd often find yourself rolling your eyes at every single victory of his, or every stupid remark or joke he would throw your way.

You even found out that he's a rockstar... Which hasn't surprised you at all with the way he carried himself. Another reason you kept your guard up around him was the fact that he probably had a different woman in his bed each night... Still each night you'd stay up with your hand between your thighs, wishing that it was you who he laid with. But he can't know that.

The mere thought of your wild fantasies had you clenching your thighs and chewing the inside of your cheek.

"I wonder who's got you clenching your thighs like that sweetheart." An all too familiar voice whispered in your ear. You let out a startled gasp, immediately turning around and bumping your head into his chest.

"Fuck off Danny, don't scare me like that." You grumbled, pushing him away. He barely stumbled back with a breathy chuckle, his eyes shamelessly checking you out for a split second.

Fuck, when did he even arrive? You thought to yourself as you looked around, realizing that you two were alone in the field, the clouds now shielding the sun a bit. You must have zoned out, realizing you didn't even notice them leave. Shit.

You scoffed, turning around to walk away, only to be stopped by Danny's hand on your wrist. He spun you around, pulling you a little closer.

"Why don't you just end both of our miseries and stop pretending you don't like me?" You gasped a little, yanking your hand out of his wrist.

"Woah, self centered much? Quit thinking everybody likes you." You spat, crossing your arms over your chest.

"No, not everybody... But you do, baby. I'm good at reading people you know... " He winked at you, taking off his glasses and attaching them to his white golfer shirt smoothly.

"Oh will you stop acting like you're good at everything?! Gosh, you're insufferable." You scoffed once again, your brows furrowing as you looked up at him.

"Oh baby, it's not what I think, it's what I know." He paused, taking two long strides towards you, except this time, you didn't dare to move. Instead, you craned your neck upwards to get a better look at him, a deep blush now covering your cheeks. "And you know what else I know? I know your pussy's just aching for me right now, isn't she? You get off on arguing with me, don't you honey?"

Your jaw dropped a little, your eyes nearly bulging out of your head. He brought two fingers down to your chin, gently closing your mouth.

"You know, instead of talking to me like the fucking brat that you are, I'm pretty sure I can make that mouth let out some much more pleasant noises." He bent down a little in order to whisper in your ear. "In fact, I'm pretty sure I can make that cunt cry with just my fingers."

Holy fucking shit. You're in trouble.

You looked at him for a second before rolling your eyes, trying to slightly regain your composure. "Y-Yeah right."

Really? You fucking stuttered?!

You thought to yourself as you blushed impossibly deeper, unable to look him in the eye now.

"Oh so you don't believe me? Hm? Is that what this is about?" Danny lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Yes, Daniel. I actually don't believe you one bit." You challenged rather boldly, placing your hands on your hips.

"Oh yeah? Well how about you let me prove you wrong hm?" He smirked at you, his tone as smooth as silk but words as sharp as a knife.

"Oh and how exactly do you plan on doing that now?"

Before you knew it, you were pulled into a familiar white tent, his back turned to you as he made sure nobody was in sight.

"Danny we keep our storage here, are you crazy?!" You whisper yelled. There was only your golf equipment and well... One couch.

"Sit your pretty ass on the couch."

Before you could protest back, his mouth collided with yours into an immediate passionate kiss. Your tongues molded against each other as he pushed you back on the couch, yanking your legs down so you were in a laying position.

The only sound you could manage was a whimper as he manhandled you, putting his arms on either side of your head and successfully pinning you down.

"Aww, don't go shy on me now baby... Where has my little brat gone now, hm? Will you finally be a good girl for me and be quiet?"

Fuck he's gonna be the death of you.

You could only manage to reply with a whimper before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down in a deep, lustful kiss once again.

His lips then started descending down your neck, his lips teasingly pulling at your ear lobe. You sneaked a peek to look at his golfer shorts, only to see his bulge straining against them.

"Don't fucking tease me Danny. Show me what you wanted to prove."

He clicked his tongue at your statement, a deep chuckle vibrating through his chest.

"There she is..." He teased but immediately listened to you, lifting up your skirt and cupping your clothed heat.

"Fuck, baby you're soaking through your panties... You want it that bad, huh?" He whispered in your ear. His fingers immediately pulled your underwear to the side, expertly collecting the wetness that gathered. You couldn't help but stifle a moan, biting your lip at the contact.

"Mmm... You know what they say golfers are good at?" His lips ascended up your neck, his lips ghosting over your ear as he whispered, "Finding holes."

Just as you opened your mouth to wit back, perhaps with another snarky comment, all thoughts were knocked out of your head as you let out a gasp, his fingers plunging deep inside you.

The stretch was definitely there, but given how wet you were, his digits easily slipped inside your folds, his long fingers reaching places not even your own hand could.

To say that you were soaked was an understatement. You were pathetically dripping. You could even hear it as his fingers fucked into you-

Gosh his fucking fingers.

Your mouth fell into an 'o' shape as you let out a needy whine, his long expert fingers working you up and up and up... And gosh the way his eyes were boring into you alone could send you over the edge. Your trembling thighs threatened to shut around his hand as his thumb joined along to circle around your throbbing clit - it was just too fucking god.

Oh and he could tell. That smug motherfucker could definitely tell. You wanted to slap that stupid fucking smirk off his face, but at the same time, you didn't feel a tinge of anger. Oh not even a bit - your mind (and body) was too focused on the knot forming in the pit of your stomach, threatening to snap at any second now...

"Ohhh my pretty girl is close, isn't she? Is she gonna cum? Will you soak my hand baby? Come on, I know you can do it..." You couldn't help but clench desperately around his fingers, his words shooting straight to your aching core.

"Mhm, I felt that baby. She likes being filthy talked to, doesn't she? You haven't got my cock yet but you're already falling apart..." Fuck that was it. The way it seemed like he was talking to your cunt and your cunt only, the mere mention of his cock and the way his lips were so innocently yet so lustfully ghosting over your ear, had you sent over the edge.

You gasped and squirmed, the string of whispered praises and degradations falling from his lips were heard faintly into your ear as you climaxed - his fingers stayed buried inside you the entire time. If his fingers were this good, how the hell are you gonna survive the actual thing? You thought to yourself.

His digits worked you up until you were jolting from every little swirl around your clit, your feet playfully pushing him away on the couch in order to relive your now overstimulated core.

A breathy laugh escaped his lips at the interaction, his messy yet beautiful locks falling perfectly in front of his face as he looked you rather fondly.

A warm feeling erupted in your chest - either from the post orgasm haze or maybe - just maybe - from the way he gazed at you, innocently and gently. Like you weren't going to hell for the actions that took place just moments ago.

You looked down, seeing his bulge painfully straining against his golfer shorts. You reached out, desperate to return the pleasure, give him some relief, but instead he catched your hand, bringing it to his lips and giving it the most gentle kiss.

"But I thought I should-" you started, "That's for another time, princess. You're exhausted..." He softly declined, giving you a soft, almost angelic smile.

"I already knew I was gonna prove you wrong... But don't worry. There are many things I've got to prove to you... Patience, baby, patience." He winked at you, crawling up to kiss your sweaty forehead. He didn't mind it one bit though.

"Don't get too smug on me now Danny... This was just beginners luck okay." You tried to protest playfully, holding one finger up in the air.

"Oh but I'm no beginner baby... I always win and you know that." He laid beside you, pausing to turn his head in order to look at you.

"I mean... They call me the 'Chip Bunker' after all now, don't they?"

~The End.~

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grits-galraisedinthesouth · 1 year

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Meghan's Prostitution Resurfaces amid her Links to Prince Andrew

I think everyone on tumblr knows that when Dorito told Joshua Silverstein that Meghan was "traveling the world as a MODEL" (5'2 ordinary looks and political ambitions) she was doing more to earn money than take photos in tacky clothes.

I'm a big fan of TRGs work. In a video, she addressed the recent article that connects the transactional relationships that put Meghan Markle into Harry's orbit.

What surprised me most was the large number of comments from people who really had no idea that Meghan's past most likely put her in Jeffrey Epstein's orbit. Even Lady C has spoken about rumors that Meghan allegedly met Prince Andrew before she actually met Harry. Lady C also said she knows things about Meghan that are encased in cement: "the press knows, everyone knows."

While I'm glad TRG finally told her audience that both Harry and Meghan were in Istanbul Turkey in April 2015 she did get several other details wrong. It's important to connect the dots but the people in her comments section aren't doing their own research like what we do here on Tumblr which is the reason I get concerned when misinformation is spead on YouTube etc because it makes people question the validity of the entire thesis.

Here are my notes to TRG:

1-According to Bower, Fitzpatrick---- MM met via golfer Rory McIlroy. MM pursued Rory like everyone else, via her social media & she used the ice bucket challenge to meet him. He sent her the challenge and she told him to come over and do it himself. Rory was staying at John Fitzpatrick's nyc hotel. Rory helps John with good PR for Ireland.

I think you actually spoke about this mtg bc I recall you speaking about the notorious late night parties at Chiprioni's. Perhaps you forgot. Use the Revenge index to read the full story. Mm pursued Rory. Fitzpatrick seems to tag along with Rory for the celebrity social scene. Back then, Mm was desperately searching for an athlete (or prince) boyfriend bc Chef Cory wasn't good enough to be the future father of her kids (clearly she didn't consider harry's low IQ). Whatever she has been trained to do in bed, it ruined Rory's golf game and yet he still went back for more the next day. Mm also documented their mtg on her social media & featured Rory on the blog something she wouldn't do for cory.

2-Fitzpatrick & Sarah Rafferty are also close. He may have known Rafferty b4 markle. He works to unite Irish celebrities & to back ($) globalists like the Clintons on behalf of Ireland. I consider him to be a lobbyist. He's rumored to be gay but perhaps like mm he's fluid. He has met Charles on multiple occasions in his "lobbyist" role and he knew charles b4 he met mm. He invited her to meet Obama at the WH. Allegedly they flew or met up with her buddy Ron Burkle (Soho House owner) whose plane she frequented as did Bill Clinton. BTW-When Clinton staffers were asked why they allowed Clinton to hang out with slimy Ron Burkle they said, "let us know when you figure it out." Check the daily mail for a pending sexual assault law suit against bill clinton filed by 3 or 4 females who were teenagers when bill was flying around with burkle on air*uck1. The law suit resurfaced about 3 or 4 years ago. Of course our American media didn't cover it. The Daily Mail helped the girls reach out to Burkle & Clinton for hush money.

3-Fitzpatrick is responsible for hillary obtaining that ridiculous "chancellor" position in Ireland after she lost the 2016 election & after the UK approved Brexit.

4-mm wasn't the 1st girl "sent" to date harry. Several years ago, the brf was warned that their participation was expected & if not, "they" could put someone in their inner circle.

Enter the Obamas. They invited Harry to Chicago & filled up his head with woke nonsense. He decided he wanted to find his own "michelle obama." He specifically was interested in a left wing, black woman.

A very brown skin black woman (who lived in Texas) was asked to date harry. We know this bc after mm popped up, the very sweet, pretty young woman revealed that she had been asked to date harry but she turned (the backers) them down. She said, "I couldn't do THAT to harry. This explains Barack Obama's hot mic-ish convo w/harry during an invictus basketball game. Instead of watching the game, Obama had made a special trip to Toronto to check-in with harry on how things were going w/mm.

This also explains the reason mm thought she could gatecrash Michelle's London book event to meet her. Mm really thinks of herself as that vip who infiltrated the brf on behalf of the world's globalists. She feels like they owe her and she's one of them. She thinks she became a first lady who deserves billions of dollars bc she slept w/harry. She's delusional.

Remember when she cleared the stands at Wimbledon? Watch the video and you'll see her friend Lindsay Roth Jordan telling her "smile. look happy." The other friend said "put your hat on." That hat is a message, a symbol to her clients & in this case those backers. Shortly after the Wimbledon fiasco Hillary Clinton went on the record to say the press was racist. You can watch both of Hillary's statements- one recorded w/Chelsea & the other for a uk radio program.

5-Allegedly mm was involved with Jean Luc Brunel's MC2 model management which was financed by JEpstein. There is an infamous photo of Mm with Epstein's Rachel "Ray" Chandler.

6-we know mm was traveling the world "modeling" bc Dorito told Joshua Silverstein those exact words. We've seen many of the hideous photographs & a few videos🤢 Remember she also knows Harvey Weinstein who labeled her hopeless as an actress but told her she should use her long legs.😂

7-there is evidence to indicate that she attended NXIVM training---the clintons (& soros) used nxivm to blackmail the majority of new york state. It's possible that mm even recruited for nxivm nyc or toronto. NXIVM was also THRIVING on Vancouver island.

Fun fact: Trump had no idea that mm had made ugly comments about him during the campaign. So why did he go on the record and say I'm not a fan of hers & Harry's gonna need a lot of luck? He said that BEFORE he was told about the things she said during the campaign.

I believe he had classified info on her. He probably also knew about her nyc reputation w/business men like those at cantor fitzgerald. And we all know she allegedly slept with Trump's former treasury secretary who attended the UK state dinner (steve Mnuchin)

8-we also know that mm is desperate for security. Harry's job was to clean up her past which included IPP status. She wants to wear blood diamonds, but she wants to be protected from the men who gave them to her. She's afraid of her past. The rumors are that Tyler Perry is her next mark. The irony is that she would have invited him to the wedding had he been white. But back then, she was too good for Madea. Now she's desperate. Perhaps she will seduce Tyler Perry into a marriage for his billions, his island & for SECURITY. He's revealed himself as a thirsty liar who can be bought. (btw-he's trying to purchase BET).

No one else cares about her. She & noprah had no idea how those manipulated headlines and the lies out of their mouths would cause even the LA paparazzi to despise her. She went from being a wanna be covergirl whose covers didn't sell magazines to a lying "royal" that the paparazzi don't want to photograph.

9-no one seems to know what issue the Queen was told (or Charles) "they" (the world's globalists) or rather threatened over. I think it was Brexit but it also could have been global warming??? But Hillary and Obama were so bold in their UK appearances & threats over Brexit that I tend to think they wanted QE to persuade the people to go against it. Good for her letting the people decide. Too bad Charles seems to be so wishy washy.

Allegedly Mm went to Tony Blair and requested his help. She wants an ambassadorship or something similar. Why did she think Tony Blair would help her??? IMO Tony might have been the person who shared the "your participation is expected" message, meaning he's in on this mess & most likely some UK judges & church bishops as well.

10-Harry wasn't allowed to marry Meghan because of her "proximity" to Prince Andrew. It was the RACE card. Meghan did however play the Prince Andrew card during MEGXIT negotiations and we've watch her deranged squad bring up Andrew everytime there is a criticism about Meghan.

Even now, Meghan allegedly demanded HRH for the invisibles because Beatrice & Eugenie still use their dad's HRH. I've always thought that the Sussex attorneys have been using Prince Andrew as their benchmark in negotiations with the BRF.

Edit: it is important to note that mm made anti-brexit posts on her ig the same week she "officially" persuaded violet to become their public matchmaker. She also fed the writers of the lifetime movie script a racist narrative that stemmed from brexit. I dont think any of this was a coincidence.

The world is upside down. Maranatha!

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shysneeze · 2 years

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the cliché bucket list | robin buckley x gn!reader

description: being gay in the eighties doesn’t leave much room for the cheesy movie cliches, but now she has you, robin is determined to experience some of the teenage romance she only ever saw in films

(aka me healing my inner child who only ever saw shitty romances about straight people - gave gays their cringy chick-flicks too)

warnings: not sure yet

i. mini-golf and melted ice cream

-> robin hates mini golf, it’s kind of ridiculous, but nothing screams second date than comically small golf courses and ice cream.

ii. ferris wheel kisses and fairground games

-> robin is determined to win you the biggest, most obnoxious teddy bear she can

iii. scary movies

-> robin and you have your first movie night, and robin has her film choosing privileges revoked instantly

iv . head over heels

-> mixtapes and making out in the rain... you and robin tackle more cliches

v. crying in the kitchen

-> robin confronts the cause of your first fight, accompanied by apology flowers, of course

#robin buckley x reader #the cliche bucket list masterlist #robin buckley x you #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckled imagines #robin buckley fics #robin x reader #robin imagines

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celtics534 · 9 months

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Little Moments That Pass Us By Chapter 7

I hope you all still like this cute little series. Because I'm still working on it :) This chapter has 2 of my favorite things: competitive and flirty hinny!

ENJOY!

Also read on: FF.net or AO3

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First Date - June 1998

“I hope you realize that I’m gonna crush you at this,” Ginny said, her wicked smirk curling her lips as she took the putter the attendant offered her. She ran her hand up his arm as if soothing him. “I mean we both know I’m a quick study. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure not to gloat too much.”

Harry snorted. Not even a minute into the game and Ginny was starting her cheeky talk. “Are you sure about that? I mean, which one of us was the youngest seeker in a century?”

Ginny raised a brow at him, her grin widening. “That’s only because I wasn’t there to steal it from you. The rest of the time you were just grandfathered into the position. I mean, which one of us caught the last game winning snitch?”

“Only because I was in detention,” Harry defended “Besides, I really was the winner that day.”

“Oh and pray tell how were you the winner that day when you’d been stuck in detention with Snape?”

He leaned down, placing his lips under her right ear. “Because I caught you, my own personal golden snitch.” Harry could feel her shiver as he slowly moved down her jaw to find her mouth. He was only an inch from his goal when someone cleared their throat.

He jerked away from her, looking at the annoyed mini golf attendant. ”Here are your balls and putter, sir.”

“Thanks. Thank you,” Harry said awkwardly. He could feel the burning heat on his cheeks as he took the offered items. “I’m — um — you know —”

The attendant just rolled his eyes before moving back into his little stockroom. They stood there in silence for a moment before Ginny gave into her giggles.

She lifted a hand up to his cheek as she spoke through her laughter. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you turn quite this red before. We’re basically matching.”

Harry gave her a weak shove, making her laugh harder. “Shut it, you.” Ginny, however, didn’t follow his suggestion. Instead, she laughed harder. Harry rolled his eyes. He held open his palm to show off their ball options. “What color do you want?”

Ginny tamed in her giggles, her shoulders still shaking with silent laughter. Harry was about to turn towards the first hole when Ginny grabbed his hand, pulling him close to her. She rose onto her tiptoes, her breath warming the skin just below his ear. “By the way, I’m pretty sure it was me who caught you first. I had you in the palm of my hand way before that day. And I still enjoy taking you into my hands.”

Harry jumped as her hand brushed dangerously along his inner thigh. Her lips were on his in a hot, deep kiss. Harry was so distracted by her that he didn’t even notice his fingers loosening. The ball slipped from his hand and before he could recover it, Ginny’s hand shot out, catching it. She pulled back from him, that wicked grin back on her lips. She lifted the ball, showing it off to him. “Seems like you may have lost a bit of your touch there.” She started backing up towards the first hole. “Come along, Potter! Come take your loss with dignity.”

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Harry felt like a sap. He couldn’t wipe the grin from his face. She was just too adorable. The concentration on her face as she stared so intently at the little green ball. Her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth and Harry was certain she had no idea. But for Merlin’s sake, he couldn’t stop noticing it.

“Why is this so bloody difficult?” Ginny muttered darkly to herself, just loud enough for Harry to hear. “I can throw a damn quaffle halfway across the field, but I can’t make this blood ball get up a hill.”

“Maybe you should take your loss with dignity,” Harry suggested, trying to keep a straight face.

He loved the way her eyes flared when she looked at him. “If there weren’t children around, I’d tell you where you could put this club.”

Harry held back his laugh. “That isn’t a nice thing to say.”

She stood to her full height. Her eyes stared daggers at him, but the corners of her mouth twitched, giving her away. “I wouldn’t be forced to say such things if my boyfriend wasn’t being such a prat.”

“If your boyfriend can’t be a prat, who can?”

Ginny lost her battle against the smile spreading across her face. She shook her head at him before turning back to her ball. “What’s the secret to this? You made it look so easy.”

Harry moved up closer, letting his hand press lightly to the small of her back. “So you wanna hit it hard enough to make it up the hill but not quite hard enough to go over the other side.”

“Yes, I guessed that,” Ginny said, her tone dry. Harry felt her lean in closer, her back pressing lightly into his chest. “But how do I know how hard to hit it?”

He thought about it for a moment. “How do you know how hard to throw the quaffle when trying to fake out the keeper? Make it go slower or faster than expected?”

Ginny turned to look up at him, her brow raised in surprise. “I just… I guess.”

Harry smiled at her, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the tip of her nose. “There’s your answer.”

She let out an annoyed huff. “Wise words there, Captain.”

“Well, if you don’t like that tactic,” Harry said slowly as if thinking hard, “maybe I could give you a hand.”

Her head tilted, giving him a tempting view of the pulse point on her neck. “A hand?”

He smirked. “Yeah. Here.” Harry slid his arms fully around her, adjusting them so they lined back up with her ball. Her back was still against his chest, but now her entire body lined up perfectly with his. His hands covered hers lightly over the club grip. “Alright, so it comes to getting a good hip motion with good power.” He slowly started to rock the club back and forth, encouraging their bodies to follow the same pattern.

The breathy sigh Ginny released went straight through him. He loved when she made that sound. When she spoke, her voice was low and husky. “Okay, I think I really actually like mini golf.”

Harry laughed lightly, giving into the temptation of pressing a quick kiss to her neck. “Me too.” Having her there in his arms, feeling her sway with him… Harry was lost to the world. At least he was until a loud throat clearing shattered the little bubble he’d had mentally put them in.

He jerked back from her looking over his shoulder to see a stern-looking mother and her three children all watching them. He felt his cheeks heat as he grinned awkwardly at the family. “Erm, sorry. I was just — We were —”

“We’re just gonna skip this one,” Ginny said, bending to pick up her ball. When she came back to full height, her cheeks were red as Harry knew his must be. “Good luck on this one. It’s tricky.”

Then her free hand was in his, dragging him towards the next hole. Harry managed to quickly scoop up his own ball as they walked on. He expected her to stop at the starting point, but she just kept leading them.

It wasn’t until they were into the car park (having dropped their balls and clubs at the drop-off spot) that Ginny turned to him. “As much as I like mini golf, I have different plans for the rest of our date.”

Harry quirked a brow at her, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “Oh? And is that because I was beating you?”

Ginny narrowed her eyes at him as she stepped into his personal space. “No.” Her hand came up to knot in his hair bringing him to eye level. “It’s because of what was interrupted back there.” She brushed her nose along his jaw as she pressed her lips under his ear. “Why don’t you take me somewhere more private, Potter?” “Private?” Harry asked, trying to keep his mind from melting into goo as her nails dug lightly into his scalp.

Her lips curled in an impish grin. “Unless you want to go back in there and watch me wipe the floor with you. I’ve started doing this thing with my hips —”

Harry cut her off with a hard kiss. “Maybe later, for now I know the perfect place.”

Her laugh was loud as he took her in his arms, disappearing with a pop.

#hinny #harry potter #harry x ginny #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fan fiction #hinny fic #harry and ginny #little moments that pass us by #hinny fanfic

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seriouslysam8 · 1 year

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I got excited because it’s almost Sunday, but than I remembered it’s a weekend that we are not getting a chapter! 😔

Can we get some Harry Hinny head cannons to do us over? I am so excited for next weekend.

I’m sorry no chapter this weekend!

Oh gosh, I know you asked me for headcanons before and I don’t know if I mentioned any of these. If I did, I apologize.

Harry’s go to comfort is always a hug with Ginny. You know how Sirius hugged Harry in the OOTP movie? With one hand on the head?? Yeah, that’s how Sirius always hugs him. That’s how he hugs Ginny and the kids. It’s his shining example.

Hinny totally sent their kids to Muggle school. They wanted them to have a normal childhood and they were both working parents so it seemed like the logical choice.

Harry’s love language is physical touch. While Ginny’s love language is gifts.

They were each others biggest cheerleaders in their careers, life, or whatever. Fuck Harry could be battling Ron in chess and Ginny would cheer him on despite knowing he was going to get his ass handed to him. Likewise, Harry rarely missed one of her games. Even if he was late because of work, he would run into the pitch with his Auror robes on to see. At least some of the game.

Ginny always forced Harry out of his comfort zone and got him out of the house. Meanwhile Harry helped Ginny embrace her inner homebody and cuddle tons on the sofa together.

When they could properly date, they stayed in the Muggle world doing Muggle activities. Ginny got very competitive over mini golf.

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Author's Notes: Chapter 37 (Swing and a Miss)

And I'm back! Again, this chapter took a little bit longer to come out due to other commitments. But I'm pretty proud of how this one turned out nonetheless.

While I always planned on having Hol Horse have an inner monologue about intending to ditch the group at Chicago IX, some of the context of this scene had to be redone from my initial outline because, as discussed previously, him leaving here wasn't part of my original plan. That being said, it did end up going well with the golf setting.

Okay, for some context. About a year ago while I was still planning this arc, @allshaftsfall played Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach on stream with the intent of 100%ing the game. One of the game's achievements calls for you to get a low score on the minigolf minigame, centered around the alligator animatronic Monty. Shaft lost his mind trying to get this achievement. "Gator Golf" has since become something of a meme between us and our friends (most of which are probably reading this right now; hi!), and I knew I had to incorporate it into Iron Touch somehow. This informed several different things about the chapter, like Screaming Jay's appearance, Mr. Williams' golf clubs, and the moment where Mr. Williams is disappointed he didn't get a hole in one. I mean, hey, I was already doing a resort/beach arc anyways. Those places usually have golf courses.

That being said, the golf course itself did end up changing a bit from start to finish. I originally planned on having it be a glow in the dark putt putt course like Gator Golf (which is, in my objectively correct opinion, the superior form of golf), but decided against it because I liked the visual of the sun setting as the chapter progresses, symbolizing Hol Horse losing all his options to go out with someone else (and drawing us closer to the next chapter). My next thought was to make the golf course feel "alive" somehow; like maybe slopes would form in the ground that would guide the ball to the hole or something. I decided against that because I felt like it made it seem like I was trying to hard to make Chicago IX feel like this weird, cryptid location that bends the rules of reality. We already have the giant spider car wash portal, we don't need a living golf course. I considered making this Mr. Williams' Stand ability instead, but I couldn't think of a good "mechanism" for how it would activate. The physicality of Stands is very important to me; the Stand can't just "do thing" because the user wants them to. There's gotta be something the Stand does that makes it work, or have it be part of the Stand's design. Plus, I wanted Mr. Williams' Stand to be less obviously tied to golf. Eventually I just settled on having it be a plain old golf course.

Mr. Williams' half-afro hairstyle was inspired by a picture of a real person I found online (where someone was arrested mid haircut), but is also meant to symbolize how the stress of running Chicago IX is causing him to lose his hair. I also liked how it split down the middle, like how his Stand does.

"What kind of a person just walks around with cough drops in their pocket?" Me. I'm person.

Here's a video of what the club flip would look like, if you're curious.

I rewrote the paragraph where Screaming Jay activates like two times in order to really sell the gross out factor of it. Iron Touch needs more body horror in it! I mean...not like this is the last bit of body horror we'll see this arc. Teehee.

Originally I was very hesitant on adding an animal Stand user to Iron Touch because I didn't know what else I could do with the idea that Araki hadn't already done himself. I didn't want to make an animal Stand user just because, I wanted the fact that the character is an animal be relevant to the story. While I suppose you could replace Lucky with an old and or terminally ill human, I think the narrative of Mr. Williams restructuring Chicago IX around Random Access Memories works much better when it's his pet and not another human. I also didn't want Chicago IX's owner to be Random Access Memories' user because I thought the narrative of seeking out supernatural abilities for personal gain was too similar to Depeche.

I had to fight every fiber in my body to not have Hol Horse say "Do me a favor and shut the fuck up" instead of "Do me a favor and shut the hell up." Even in a post Stone Ocean-dub society, I'm still only allowing myself one F-bomb in the fic, and I shan't waste it here!

Shit's gonna start going down next chapter :)

Music references:

Brackish, the resident brainwasher that Mr. Williams mentions, is named after a song of the same name by Canadian heavy metal band Kittie. Originally this character had a generic name; making it a music reference was a last minute change made literally as I wrote these author's notes. I like the implication of Brackish being important enough to warrant a music reference.

Mr. Williams is a weird one. Two of the collaborators on the album Random Access Memories were Pharrell Williams and Paul Williams (not related to each other). They're "co-references" of sorts. I'll add a Pharrell song to the playlist just to prevent things from getting too cluttered, but think of them both when you listen. Plus, I felt that the name William would be very fitting for a Fnaf inspired chapter.

Mr. Williams' beta name was Screaming Jay. My initial idea for him was for him to constantly be whispering despite his name, maybe have him lash out into a yelling fit when he starts rambling, but I decided against it because that wouldn't show up well in the prose.

Screaming Jay was named after American singer Screamin' Jay Hawkins. Honestly, I just wanted to put I Put a Spell On You on the playlist. Sadly, the Hocus Pocus version isn't on Spotify.

Screaming Jay's beta name was The Romantic, after the American rock band The Romantics. This was another Fnaf reference; since their song Talking In Your Sleep was used extensively during promotional material for the movie. However, once I actually got to writing the chapter, I realized that I hated the sound of the name and decided to change it to something else.

Lucky was named after the song Get Lucky from the album Random Access Memories.

#iron touch #author’s notes

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heartshapedracetrack · 1 year

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Okay so hypothetical scenario: f1 drivers actually read books (i'm not sure anyone of them does it actually if yes drop the recs guys)

What books would they actually read?

Well i've got my theories and i've actually put them into different groups (i was bored leave me alone) so here's something no one asked about

Group 1: Non fiction only!!;

Pierre: he'd read like the Elon Musk biography and would find it extremely inspiriational

Lewis: The why are you here Café and stuff like that, the Alchemist .. and everything about the inner child

Nico H: Power by Robert Greene (concerning book choice imo)

Group 2: Romance Readers <3

Lando: historical romance, bridgerton vibes , handsome knights and beautiful princesses, the ones with the ugly Covers, the ones that make you dream about being in love and being a damsel in distress

Lance: i don't know why but he would read Colleen Hoover, while drinking a glass of white wine and candle light.

Charles: he'd read one book a year but it would be about love or the very tragic ones . He loves depressing music so probably me before you is like his favourite novel of all time

Group 3 : Crime and Thriller because i'm a man

Kev kev: the hardcore scandinavian Thrillers, he's a girl dad he needs the variety

Checo: better read about it in a book than commit murder in real life i guess

Group 4: literary fiction

Oscar and Estie bestie: not necessarily the books that won any prices but books that are rooted in real life . Family issues , lone man on a roadtrip, that kind of stuff

Alex: the lighthearted literary fiction but the ones that also give you something to think about ..

Zhou: he'd drop the best recs i'm sure of it. Reads a lot and just good books..knows they are good before anyone else does

Group 5: gay fiction

Yuki: loves a good gay story, roots for the lesbians to finally get together

Group 6: fantasy

Nyck: the witcher, game of thrones.. started with Percy Jackson and now he's living in lord of the rings Land

Group 7: keeping it classy

Georgie boy ..who else

Group 8: magazines only

Fernando (when he's on the cover) and Carlos (when it's about golf)

Max occasionally

Group 9: doesn't read even in this hypothetical situation:

Logan

Valterri (he reads wikipedia articles though whenever he's bored)

#f1 #pierre gasly #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc #fernando alonso #and the rest of the boys #can't tag them all #thinking about things instead of doing anything #which i should sjjskeke #anyway here are some uninteresting thoughts #books

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sophieswundergarten · 10 months

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Okay so I saw you reblogged the game so I'm going to take advantage of this fine opportunity to ask for the alpaca and Nicholas Benedict. If you want to do some Narnia characters, I'll also request Uncle Andrew and Caspian. No pressure if you don't want to answer.

I hope you're having a wonderful day because you deserve it!

Oh, Bods. You are slowly but surely dragging me into your alpaca conspiracies /lh

The alpaca. Many, many questions about this creature. I feel like the alpaca had a rich inner journey on which it learned something about itself (Whether this character development is positive or negative remains to be seen), and is also such a misanthrope. I think he likes Kate and that's it. Everyone else can go fall off a cliff or something, and he's actively plotting how to make it so /j

Mr. Nicholas Benedict!!! He's amazing. And also so, so very much in need of therapy. I think he's probably committed some crimes (ie: forgery and bribe distribution) but it was all for the greater good and also can you blame him? No, no you can't. I wish we could have seen more of his narcolepsy on-screen in the Show, but I still think they did a pretty good job all things considered! (I relate to him in the feeling like I need to protect everyone/if someone I interacted with (especially a sibling) does something wrong I am at fault)

UNCLE ANDREW THE BELOATHED. He's such a disaster. I would hit him with a golf cart, but I don't think it would help honestly. He was in a vehicle-related crash already and it did nothing for his character. He's. He really is a disaster. I would hate him even if he weren't a raving lunatic who tested on children, just because he's rude and selfish and has no respect for animals or the scientific method. I just know he'd hate me. ALSO. He wasted his OWN potential. That's not a comment on Lewis. Uncle Andrew drove his own self into the ground and had to deal with the consequences.

Caspian!!!! You know when you pick up a book, and no matter how many times you've read it there's that one character who you're like "Yes! It's them! My buddy my best friend my pal I've known since childhood!" Caspian is one of those people for me. I wish we could have known more about him!! Silver Chair made me so sad for him, because he spent so long without his family. I wish I could have adopted child Caspian because his uncle is insane and kind of a war criminal (Which is also one of the major reasons I think the boy needs therapy), but I think about him a lot. Not as much as MBS, because I don't have anyone to really talk to about CoN, but often his is In My Mind. I relate to him because I, too, would panic after being told to flee my home in the middle of the night under threat of murder, run into a tree and knock myself out, and them wake up and have the first thing I say be "Please don't hurt my horse :(" addsjfdfjk

#These were such fun characters!!!!#Also.#I'm strictly talking about Book Caspian #I Have Some Opinions About Film Caspian #Especially his eponymous movie #But Bods this is such a neat game!!#I really like the things you included :)#mr. benedict #nicholas benedict #uncle andrew #prince caspian

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softieming · 2 years

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SHINee AS YOUR BOSS

NOTE: Hello! I have been inactive for years but I’m still here lol I will still try to post from time to time but I won’t be accepting requests for now since I can’t promise that I will be very active again here~ hehe always stay safe and healthy! ♡

Lee Jinki

soft but serious af when working

Greets every employee with a smile

Approachable

Treats his team to dinner at least twice a month

Gets along with his employees

Has an inner Chrisitian Grey vibe (i know. I’m sorry, I had to)

Kim Jonghyun

BEST BOSS EVER

Brings Roo to office to play with everyone

Almost wanna cry when someone resigns

Always sings when working

Makes sure everyone is doing okay

Doesn’t let his employees suffer from too much stress and pressure

Kim Kibum

A strict yet fun boss

Wants everything to be done as soon as possible

Perfectionist

But commends and appreciates all the employees’ efforts

Makes the team laugh

OOTD is always on point

Loves having team parties, he is indeed the life of the party

Has an aesthetic office-- but messy drawers lol

Choi Minho

Very hardworking

Hates losing to other companies or teams

Gets disappointed when someone fails to do their job properly

But will help the employee think of a way to resolve it

Makes sure everyone is doing their job

Goes straight to gym after work

Plays golf with his colleagues on weekends

Brings coffee for the whole team

Everyone has a crush on him

Has an inner Christian Grey vibe too....

Lee Taemin

A boss who doesn’t seem like one

Plays vid games in his office

Ask his employees to play with him

But works hard whenever he has to

A boss but at the same time a baby

Everyone is soft for him

Everyone calls him “boss baby” behind his back

Requests are closed. // check MASTERLIST for more. Please do not repost without my permission. Thank you ♡

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olsenmyolsen · 11 months

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The Chicken Pt. 1

Part 33 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~5K

masterlist

Also, I'm not a doctor or anything and this is Tumblr so when we get to it. Just go along with it. (For next chapter as well)

TW: Hospitals and everything to do with them :)

Robbie POV

2015

"Who's the interview with again?" I squint up at the daunting orange sun that shines before throwing on my sunglasses. One as a way to block the bright light and two to hide the bags under my eyes.

Hangovers suck.

"No one in particular; it's just a press junket." I nod my head to what Marlana is telling me.

As the band and I keep walking, I notice, much to my unhappiness, that the press setup is outside. I look through my sunglasses, a little unimpressed. I mean, the temperature is just right, and it feels excellent outside, but it looks like a golf course behind a hotel.

Plus, I feel like shit.

After what's felt like hours, I can tell our interview time is coming to a close as one last woman comes to us with mics in hand. She passes them out to each of us before looking off at the cameraman, giving him a thumbs up.

"...okay and one final question for you all. Nerdiest obsession! What's something you guys love? Something you guys just geek out over?"

I peer my head to my bandmates, but they all give me a knowing look forcing me to hike my shoulders up in defeat. So with a sigh, I answer. "Umm, I geek out filmmakers a lot! Movies I love."

The interviewer looks at me and smiles. "Favorite movie?"

"There's a movie that came out a few years ago called Martha Marcy May Marlene." "...Marlene!"

The interviewer finishes the movie title along with me, causing me to smile and bump shoulders. "Yeah! Look at that! Yeah, that was incredible."

"You know.." I say as we're sitting in a cab on the way to a late lunch. "That interview wasn't so bad." I hear a groan from behind me, followed up by, "Yeah, only because you got to talk about that damn movie you love."

I turn my head around and smile.

2016

"What's the plan for dinner?" I set down my beer as I ask the few remaining members of the group who aren't taking an afternoon nap or a swim in the ocean.

"Well, by the looks of it, Marlana will be too sunburnt to go anywhere tonight." I take a look out to where my friend Jack is pointing. Marlana is laughing with a group of people who were in the middle of a volleyball game before she interrupted them by the looks of it.

One person, a woman in that group, has her arms across her chest with a pout written on her face. The sides of my mouth lift up at the sight.

"Plus, I think Graham wanted to check out that local bar, so who knows? We might all be doing our own thing." Jack leans back into his beach chair while I nod and shrug at the possibility of being alone for tonight, which doesn't sound awful, to be honest.

I love my friends, but being in a band with them and traveling with a bigger group to Mexico doesn't leave a lot of time to be by myself.

"Hey, Robbie!" I look back up to see Marlana calling me over. I wave before rising to jog my way over and wrap an arm around Marlana. "What's up!?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the pouty girl with her sunglasses look away, causing her to miss Maralana, grimacing and shooing my arm away.

"Just wanted to introduce you to some of my new friends. Robbie. Friends. Friends. Robbie."

Very informative.

I give a nod and a hello to the people. The pouty one turns back and gives me a polite and fake smile. Why does she look familiar? Before I can dwell on her anymore, one of the guys from the group speaks up.

"Alright, are we going to get back to the game with cutie here?" Cutie? Oh, he's looking at me. Am I Cutie? Marlana nudges my arm, causing me to break from my inner monologue. "Oh no, thank you. I'd prefer to sit on the sides. I've been told I can get super competitive." Even behind her sunglasses, I see the pouty girls eyebrows go up. "maybe next time." I add to please everyone here. And it seems to work because the guy speaking to me grows a smile on his face. "You hear that, Lizzie? There's going to be a next time." He turns to the Pouty, or I guess Lizzie, and bounces his eyebrows up and down, forcing her to shake her head.

"In your dreams, Clay." She drops her arms and walks up to me, grabbing me by the arm. "Come on." Before I can even protest or ask, I'm being pulled away, much to the chagrin over her friends and Marlana, but it doesn't take long for me to realize that being pulled away was going to be one of the best things to happen.

2019

"What?" I take a sip and quizzically look across the dimly light dining room table at the green eyes looking at me. She smiles before blinking it away and shakes her head. "Nothing."

I shrug my shoulders and smile back before placing my beer down. "Tell me." Her tight-lipped smile lifts a bit before she makes a face of stone. "Next week..." She starts. "We have to film a few days in Palm Springs, and I was wondering if you'd wanna join. It's been a while since we've gotten a trip away." She sucks her lip into her teeth as she finishes her thought.

But before I can disappoint her, she cuts me off as her mouth transforms to show her pearly whites. "I was also thinking... we got one of the scripts for Sorry For Your Loss, and in it, Leigh can't remember her husbands shitty joke." Lizzie laughs and sets her fork down. "Of course, she remembers it eventually, but it just got me thinking about that night in-"

"Mexico." I nod along with her, but unfortunately, whatever I said before is lost to me now. It had something to do with a chicken... So instead of admitting it, I smile sheepishly and say, "I still can't believe I said that to you. God, I was such an idiot."

"You were or still are?" Lizzie raises her eyebrows and takes a sip of her wine before coming back to the topic. "So I was wondering if you could say the joke just one more time?!" Lizzie scrunches up her nose and makes her eyes go big as the earth.

A slight pout is forming on her lips too.

"Alright, alright, alright." I give in as Lizzie shoves her plate of food away to put her hands in the air and do a little circle of a dance. "Now, let's pretend we're on a beach in Mexico. Exactly.." A squint to remember. "Exactly three hours after admitting to you that I loved your Oscar-worthy performance in Martha Marcy May Marlene."

"Oh God, you do realize how embarrassing that was, right?" Lizzie giggles to me.

Yes, I do.

"I'm pretty sure I was drunk when I said that. ANYWAYS. I remember looking to my right to see you casted in the almost blue glow from the moon, and for some reason, when I looked over at your face..." Lizzie tilts her head to look at me. "I said." I stall and stall, but the words don't come to me. I squint my eyes and look at Lizzie to see the thing I hate the most. Her smile disappearing.

"You don't remember?"

My eyes return to normal. "Lizzi-" But it's too late. She goes to her plate. Picking it up no longer in the mood to eat. She composes the remaining food before placing her dish with a loud clang in the sink.

She returns to the table only to pick up her phone and shoot me a tight-lipped smile before going out to her garden.

2020

I don't think either of us can recall who started it first, but as it got later and later into the year, texts and calls became less frequent even when countries apart.

Whether they were missed or ignored was another question.

But you always had a saying or excuse to cover the real reason.

Even when the i love you started disappearing, being replaced with "see you later" or "talk to you soon."

Present (2021)

"I'll see you around." I joke into Y/N's ear and pull back out of our hug.

It's weird how life is. Here I am, hugging my ex's future girlfriend after we finished performing together.

Like what?

I take one last look to the crowd and smile as my eyes catch hers. But they aren't looking to me. And no, it doesn't hurt. I've made peace, and tonight brought me that inevitable closure I wanted, but I can't stop this feeling in my stomach. It feels like guilt and regret, and I don't know why.

Maybe it's because I'm watching a part of my life stop. The part that stopped when Lizzie left London that weekend. That part that's led up to tonight. I shake my head and position myself off-stage with Marlana and Grham to watch Y/N.

"So, as I'm sure you all could guess, I'm Robbie Arnett's newest writing partner and friend Y/N Y/L/N. Thank you all for the love and support tonight. It truly means so much to me." Y/N smiles out into the crowd, and I know what song she's about to sing.

Goodbye.

I haven't heard it yet. Any time she's been working on it, I've always been pushed out of the room. She wanted me to hear it tonight. But as I watch Y/N adjust herself at the white piano, something inside of me happens.

"Hey, Robbie, where you going?"

I raise my head and look back to Marlana and Grham. How'd I get down the hall so quickly? "We're about to go on."

I shake my head. "YOU guys are going on." My words seem to convince only one of the two because the other speaks out and says, "Hey, you okay?"

Did they notice was my first thought?

I went to open my mouth, ready to lie. But instead, I nodded my head and gave a little "mmh."

Which was still a lie.

I shouldn't have left.

I should've stayed.

Y/N POV

Well, well, look who's inside again Went out to look for a reason to hide again Well, well, buddy, you found it Now come out with your hands up We've got you surrounded

As the last note drags on, the spotlight around the three of us disappears before the curtain drops, closing the show.

Immediately I stand up in a daze and begin wiping the tears that decided to leave trails on my cheeks. I knew tonight and this song we're going to hit, but this was a whole other wave. The longer the piece went on, the more lost I became until I found her eyes again.

That's when I knew-

"Oh my God, that was wonderful!" I feel my body being slammed, squished, and suffocated by Marlana as she traps me between her and Graham in a group hug. "Wait, are those real tears?! Bitch I thought you were putting those acting skills to work!" I send a sarcastic smile her way as my friends arms detach from me before we continue our way to the green room.

Wait...

"Hey, where's Robbie?!" I look around me. Wasn't he on stage with us? He was supposed to be behind me.

I look between Marlana and Graham. The latter goes to open their mouth but gets stopped by the former. "Uh, we actually don't know where Robbie went, but we'll look for him." I nod to her words feeling a little uneasy. He wouldn't just leave. Right? "Now go start cleaning yourself up. Your eyes are going red, and you're a little sweaty." I roll my said eyes as they walk away and enter the green room collapsing on the couch.

Tonight went just about exactly how I imagined it would.

Well almost.

I smile to myself and close my eyes. "I hope I made you proud." I whisper into the air hoping Davey (Y/N's "Dad" for people who might not remember) heard me.

I don't have another second to myself, though, before a body is thrown onto my own.

The skin from her body sends shocks all over mine.

I would recognize the softness from this green-eyed brunette anywhere.

It's my Liz.

The woman I love.

"Baby!" I yell out to her as she wraps her arms around me, peppering my face in kisses. I can't help but allow my face to change from one of worry from the event of tonight to letting that wash away as I let out a fit of laughs, from the kisses warming my heart.

"You're not mad?" I ask, making Liz pull her head away from me. "Mad?! Y/N, what you did tonight was beautiful! Amazing! I loved it! I-"

She's not mad!?! My mind starts racing as I let this moment sink in.

She's here. She's kissing me. She's here. I can't think of enough words to say, but that all stops when I look at her face.

"I love you, Y/N! I will never stop. I promised you, and this is me doing it aga-"

I shut her up by smashing her lips into mine. What starts as gentle quickly evolves into something more. Something I've wanted but have been too wrapped in myself to allow. I almost silently curse myself because of the lack of air forcing us to separate. It's not until I pull back and take a look at Liz's red cheeks and rising and falling chest that it hits me. We both missed this. "Liz!" I moan out as we take a second to get air into our bodies. "I want you." The words spill out, forcing my stomach to erupt into a storm of butterflies. My eyes smile to her as I scan down her face to her neck.

Onto the necklace I gave her. Lifting my fingers up to it.

I'm ready. Once again.

"I want you to be mine. Be my girlfriend."

I smile, mirroring hers. She nods her head happily. "Of course. I'm yours." Liz laughs in an effort to stop tears from spilling before she leans down onto me again, planting a loving kiss on my lips that ends too soon to my liking but is followed up by words escaping from me once more.

"I was worried you weren't going to show."

"Why?" Liz raises an eyebrow to her. "Because I left." Liz laughs into my chest. Confusing me a little. "True, but I now see it wasn't like last time." "It will never happen again." "Good. Now kiss me." My girlfriend dramatically requests that I, for one, am happy to oblige.

My girlfriend!

"Y/N about the song-" I unwraps my hands from around her and places them into her own, seemingly knowing where she is going with this line of thought. "That was from before we started being what we have been for the last month. Before tonight. Okay?" Liz nods. "Okay." "Good."

I raise her hands up to my lips and kisses them. "I missed you the last two days like crazy."

"I did-"

"LIZZIE!"

Liz jumps at the sound of her name being yelled at from down the hall. We both look at each worried, before she shuffles herself off of me. I stand up with her and hook our hands together.

"LIZZIE!"

"In here!" Liz yells out as I keep a hold of her. At the sound of her voice, we hear a rush of footsteps march themselves this way before the green room door swings open, revealing the twins along with Max!

They actually came tonight!

However, before either of us can get a word in, Mary-Kate storms up to Liz holding a phone in her hand.

"What's going on?" Liz asks as I look up to see MK's frantic look. "Take it." She places the phone in my girlfriend's hand before turning to me.

I look at the three women who are taking turns glancing at me.

"Can someone speak up?" I ask, hating how they are looking at me. Almost as if they're afraid to talk. "What's going on?" I look to Ash, who has an arm around Liz. She shakes her head. I then turn my attention to Max, who is looking at me with a sad expression. "Maxine.. wha-"

"It's Robbie." My head snaps to Mary-Kate. "On the phone?" She shakes her no. "Where is he?" "We got a call-" "From who?" Mary-Kate stops and looks over my face. Her sad blue eyes piercing mine.

I shake my spinning head as the room I'm in is becoming increasingly smaller and smaller while the cracks in everyone's words are getting louder.

Usually, people hate the ex of the person you're dating.

I don't. Isn't that weird?

My girlfriends ex is someone who I've grown to care for and become friends with over the last couple of months. Hell, there were times when I spent more time with him than with Liz.

But all of that time and effort lead to tonight. My idea. My songs. My friends and family all here. And now he's-

"We'll be right there."

I turn my head to Liz, who ends the phone call rushing towards me and pulling my body into a hug. I feel her squeeze her arms around me, and I can't help but bury my head into hers. But just as I'm about to find comfort in this tiny moment, I feel my stomach turn again.

I quickly move my body out of Liz's grasp and take long but quick strides to the nearest wastebasket before dumping what must have been a mix of water and snack food from earlier. With my throat and eyes burning, I don't even feel Max's hand gliding up and down my back until she places a napkin into my hand with her other one.

I wipe my mouth and toss the white paper into the wastebasket as well.

"Y/N.."

I turn my head around to see a red-eyed Lizzie in the doorway with Graham and Marlana behind her. I shoot my eyes at the two, and sadly it appears that they've been told.

"We need to go."

I weakly nod my head and begin walking towards Liz, barely stopping to scoop up a mini water bottle to chug. Subconsciously knowing that having post throw up mouth right now isn't exactly the best. I do my best to put on a brave face because one look at Liz and I see her doing the same.

As we exit the room, we're met by other friends that came out to support me. Max's brother and his girlfriend, Andrea. My man Cyrus. Wyatt Russell. Wa- huh? I do a double-check as we walk by him. Yep, that was him in the crowd tonight.

We even passed by a chick that clearly looks like she has some good Olsen genes. I don't think anything more of it until she wraps an arm around MK.

It appears everyone's already heard the news. I shake my head and turn to the twins. "Who's driving?" Ash goes to speak, but I turn away from them when I feel a squeeze from my girlfriend's hand that's intertwined with mine. "Aubrey's pulling the car around. We'll ride with her." She softly speaks. I nod my head, completely forgetting that Aubrey Plaza was here. "The twins and Courtney are going to meet Louis and will come see us later."

I look back to the three. I give a slight nod to the one called Courtney, who smiles at me with pity.

"Okay." I turn to my red-headed best friend. "You're riding with us." Max looks from me to Lizzie before meeting my eyes again. "Okay."

As our ever-growing group exits from backstage where we already have a line of security guards leading and helping us to the front door. After the set, it appears I already have fans. Walking hand in hand with Elizabeth Olsen certainly doesn't help the high pitch screaming and camera flashing.

Or maybe they were never here at the show.

Why we didn't go out the back, I have no idea.

There's a lot I don't know right now.

I don't remember Aubrey pulling up; I remember being on the street and then in a car.

I couldn't tell you what the car color was. Or when Max had the two of us put on these hats and sunglasses.

All I know is that my mind went from being exhausted to overworking itself. At the same time, my stomach starts turning again and again.

I couldn't pinpoint why? Maybe it's because the last time I visited a hospital, my father died. Perhaps it's because I'm now going there for someone who should hate me. But they don't. Maybe... I don't know, maybe it's because of the hundreds of what-ifs... "Y/n..."

I pull my head up and look right into where those green eyes should be shining. "You're hurting me.." I frown in confusion until I feel what she is talking about. My eyes go wide as Liz slips her out of mine. In her palm, I see the blood rush back into her hand and some markings from where my fingernails were starting to dig into her.

I quickly scan to my left knee, where my left hand was rested upon. It's the same deal. A vice grip that I have to force myself to let go.

When I look back to my girl, I immediately get ready to apologize, but she stops me with her soft lips on mine—a surprising but welcome thing to happen. And when we pull back, six words fall from her.

"It's okay. Just stay with me."

And then three more.

"I love you."

Once again, the words I want to say back are right there, but before I can, Max curses from the front seat. "What?" I say after wiping at Liz's cheeks and pulling my focus to the front of the car.

Max, with her phone, pulled up to her chest, turns around to face us in the back. She darts her eyes from Liz to me and back to Liz. "People already know what's happened." Silence. "What do you mean?" I say. Max looks down at her phone and back to me. "TMZ." A groan escapes from Aubrey's lips upfront at the same time Liz does it. It's an almost a comical moment. But no one's laughing. Instead, Liz leans up and asks to see the article.

Both out of fear and respect, Max gives up her phone.

I quietly read to myself what Liz is reading aloud to the car—the headline.

ELIZABETH OLSEN'S EX-FIANCÉ INVOLVED IN CAR ACCIDENT

I watch as Liz's fingers start to move down the phone but only stop when she reads the headline again. And with a click, she closes the phone and hands it back to Maxine.

"He has a name."

No one says anything, but we all think that. I would've settled for them calling him knock-off Jesus or something.

"I'll come find you guys," Aubrey says to Max, Liz, and me through her rolled-down window. We all nod and thank her before turning away to walk through the hospital's sliding doors. But as the three of us start taking our steps, the actress behind us calls my name.

Max and I stop, but Liz keeps going. I'm not sure she heard Aubrey. "I got her," Max whispers before moving past me to my actress of a girlfriend. I pull the corners of my mouth up slightly to show thanks before walking back to the car.

"Take care of her. I know this is weird and fucked, but... please..." I nod my head. "Of course!" "I am happy for the two of you. I really am." Aubrey stops herself from saying more, and it looks like the conversation is going to die there, but then she says, "Don't forget to look after yourself as well. I don't know everything, but I know this isn't easy for you either." Once again, I nod my head. However, this time no words follow my action, so with a roll of the eyes at the car honking behind Aubrey, pulls off to go park.

I take on a final look around to prolong myself from entering the building behind me, and that's when I spot them. Men with cameras. For a millisecond, I want to flip them off and tell them to go fuck themselves, but a second after that, I know that this will be life if I want to be with Liz. So instead, I shoot them a glare and walk toward the automatic doors.

Waiting a step inside is Max and Liz. "Oh hey," I say after also bumping into them. "We wanted to wait." I nod to Liz's words and grab her hand. "Okay, good. Let's go."

"Hi, we're here for a Mr. Robbie Arnett. He was brought in less than an hour ago." Liz, to my right, does the talking for the two of us. I'm thankful for that.

The lady behind the reception area briefly looks at us as they take Liz's information. I see her do a double-take at my girlfriend, but I can't tell if she recognizes her or not.

"Okay, it looks like he's in the middle of surgery right now. I can have you wait in a private area till he's done." Liz intertwines her hand underneath the counter and shakes her head yes. "Okay, great. Since it's already past visiting hours, the best I can do tonight is stretch the visitation to family only. However else can be in the waiting room with you. But only family can visit Mr. Arnett. So.." The woman looks from Liz to me and back to Liz. "Relation to Mr. Arnett?"

Liz tightens her grip with her left hand around mine. "Uhh..." The nurse looks up from the computer, almost figuring out that, technically, Liz has none. And she doesn't. Until...

"I'm his sister, and she's his wife."

Those words taste as horrible as they sound.

Liz snaps her head to me, and lucky for her. The receptionist appears to accept the answer giving me enough time to slip my promise ring off my hand and onto the third finger on Liz's left.

What the hell?

Liz's jaw tightens as she pulls her gaze from me as the lady gets up to show us to a private room. I wave Max over to follow us.

With an apologetic smile laced with pity, the lady closes the private door behind her leaving the three of us in since.

But not for long.

"What the hell were you thinking?" "I was thinking that you maybe wanted to see him as soon as possible, so I said the first thing that came to my mind." I lean back into one of the uncomfortable chairs lining the room. We've been in this building for less than twenty minutes, and I'm already sick of it.

I hear Liz take a deep breath before coming to sit down next to me. I feel her gently place her head on my shoulder. "Thank you babe but why did I have to be the wife?" I see Max's confused look across the room which makes me laugh for the first time since hearing the news. "Because I didn't want to be. Gross. Ew. And you have more experience at it."

A little laugh breaks out from Liz. "Don't make it sound like I've been running wild with marriages. I've only been engaged twice."

"Exactly more experienced."

"Just wait till it's your third."

Liz and I lift our heads up in Max's direction. This bitch Maxine... "Just saying." And that's all she says before the door opens up again however instead of someone in a white coat it's a set of twins we all know and love followed by Max's brother and Aubrey.

Aubrey and the twins run to Liz first while James runs to me before everyone switches and hugs have been fulfilled all around.

"Wheres Court and Louis?" Liz asks Ashley. "They didn't want to crowd so they're at Mom's." Liz goes to ask something else but Mary-Kate cuts her off. "Have you guys heard anything?" We shake our head no. "Just he's in surgery." Mary-Kate skips her eyes over to me before turning away when I feel James walk up.

"Did you see the bullshit article?" James whispers to me. I nod before asking where his girlfriend was. With Max's parents was the answer.

Pleasantries and conversations about tonight's show (and how unbelievable it was) have started to slow to a crawl by the time a woman in a white coat opens the door.

"Friends and family of Mr. Robbie Arnett?"

We all nod as a few pairs of eyes dart to Liz and myself.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting." Wait how much time has passed? "Hi, I'm Dr. Connor Cameron..."

As the doctor started to rattle off every injury Robbie had sustained and what they needed to do as soon as he arrived here, all I could think about was why. Why did this have to happen? Why did he leave? Will he be okay after everything is said and done?

But honestly, I just wanted to see my friend.

Unbeknownst to me, in less than 24 hours, I would come to hate Robbie Arentt.

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Part 34

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You’re (not) on your own, kid

Stargirl/Hournite fic

Summary: James has a chat with Rick

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The street was quiet when Rick put his car in park. He texted Beth that he made it over and glanced up at the window he knew was her room. The curtains moved and she emerged from behind them, waving down at him with a smile. She held up her phone. His cell buzzed on the dashboard and he read her message.

I need five more minutes. Be right down. You can come in!

Rick chewed on his inner cheek, weighing his options. He knew that she’d given him the invitation, but he’d rather stay in the Mustang. Not that Beth knew this, but he’d been avoiding her parents for a while. They were great people. Spirited and hardworking like their daughter. And they’ve been such a help to him recover from his hourglass craving problems. But Rick couldn’t help but think that their opinions of him are only so warm because Rick was Beth’s friend, and nothing more.

That was different now.

They weren’t dating, but they weren’t not dating either. Milkshakes at the diner. Late nights playing board games at the Pit Stop. Pointless drives around town just because. Mini golf tonight. The more Rick spent time alone with Beth, the more he warmed to the idea of having a girlfriend. He’d never cared for the teen romance of high school, but that was before her. It was simply a matter of mustering up the nerve to ask Beth if she’d want him to be her boyfriend, too. And he was afraid of what would come out of that. Beth wouldn’t keep her first relationship from her parents nor would Rick want her to. As much as Rick was trying to be his best self, he could never erase the fact Beth’s parents know his flaws so well, and have seen him at his worse. Rick wouldn’t blame them if the idea of Beth being with him horrified them a little bit.

The rapt of knuckles on the Mustang window startled Rick from his thoughts. Beth’s father stood in front of the passenger’s seat in a wool coat, offering a traveller’s mug of coffee. Rick pushed through the trepidation, unlocking the door.

“I hope you don’t mind that I come in,” he said with a smile handing over the coffee. Rick stared at the offering, baffled. “Cream no sugar,” he added, as though Rick’s hesitancy was because of the coffee’s flavour. “Beth said it was how you liked it.”

Rick supposed he should be touched that she has the way he takes his coffee memorized, but all he could think about was how it meant she knew her dad was here. “...Thank you.”

James Chapel looked around, seemingly impressed at how well Rick kept the car clean. “This is quite the vehicle you’ve got here. What’s the make, 1963?”

“Sixty-six,” Rick said. “Same as my dad’s.”

He whistled. Rick tentatively took a sip of his drink.

“So I’ve heard you are going mini golf with Beth.”

Rick swallowed the scalding coffee with a wince at the abrupt subject change. He braced for the conversation, wary of both where it was going and how there’d be no escape from it. “Uh. Yeah,” he responded. “There’s one just outside Blue Valley.”

James chuckles. “Oh, I know it well. Bridget and I used to be putt-putt champs.” He mimed a quick swing. “It was our favourite date spot back in the day.” He gave Rick a sidelong glance. “Has Beth told you that?” His voice was still light, jovial. Rick couldn’t tell what to make of it. He slowly set the coffee down. “Not exactly.” He had picked up on how badly she wanted to go. The exact reasons for why didn’t seem that important at the time.

“I thought you’d like to be informed,” James explained.

“Okay,” Rick said, not knowing what else to say. Beth’s dad glanced up at Beth’s bedroom window. Rick followed his gaze. His stomach churned at the silence that collected between them. It was only a minute, but it felt like hours when James cleared his throat and turned towards him again. “Now, Rick–”

Rick shut his eyes and blew out a breath, cutting him off. “If you’re going to tell me to not date her can you just do it already?”

The quiet was horrible. Rick went rigid in his seat. He turned his face, looking out the driver’s window, staring blankly at the row of Victorian houses across the road with his steeled jaw. He couldn’t kick Beth’s dad out, but he just wish he’d leave him alone. Rick knew this was going to happen one day, he was basically waiting for it. But no matter how many times he told himself this would come, it didn’t make this sting any less. No matter what happened, who he was or where he came from, he’d always screw up bad enough for it to linger when he started over. No matter how much he tried, no matter how much he changed, not a single adult in this town would think he was worth it without Rick having to expose himself and beg on his knees.

The hand on his shoulder came as a surprise. Rick flinched, jerking at James’ fingers over his jacket. His eyes trailed up to the man’s face. It was stern, serious, and still calm in a way that reminded him of Beth.

“I’m not here to do that.”

“...You aren’t?”

“No,” James said. “My daughter is a good judge of character. She cares about you, so I care about you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No,” he agreed. “But Bridget and I, we still do.”

Rick studied the man, searching for the catch. “I’ve yelled at you,” he reminded him. “I disrespected your family.”

“Have you not since apologized to us?”

Rick frowned. “Yes, but–”

“Have you not since rectified your mistakes? Proactively made better choices to prevent it from happening again?”

Rick stared.

“Beth has big expectations for tonight. And whatever they are, if you become my daughter’s boyfriend, or even if you don’t, I’d like to get to know you. The you who has been there for her when Bridget and I weren’t.”

Rick’s clutched hand trembled on the steering wheel. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“Son,” James Chapel said, hand still on his shoulder. “You’re just a kid.”

The front door opened and Beth stepped out. She smiled brightly at the two, swapping seats with her dad. “I’m ready!” she said breathlessly, settling in. “Sorry, quick outfit change. I forgot it got cold. I hope I wasn’t too long.” She looked at the American Dream travel mug. “Did you like the coffee?”

“Yes,” Rick managed to get out without sounding too overwhelmed. Beth looked pleased.

“How do I look?” she asked, unzipping her coat to show off the outfit to Rick. It was a red sweater with quilted patches paired with black frayed jeans. He checked her out as discreetly yet on purpose as one could with her dad standing by watching.

“Really good,” Rick replied honestly, embracing the warmth flooding his cheeks.

“You look wonderful, honey,” her dad agreed. He crossed his arms. “Hey, Beth, you don’t have plans made with Rick next weekend yet, do you?”

Her brows drew together and she shared a quick look with him. Rick shook his head. “No, why?”

“Has Rick ever played real golf? Not quite the same appeal as the fun neon colours and gizmos, but I was thinking, he and I could take a trip next weekend with Barbara and her son, the American Dream offers a discount price on the Blue Valley Golf Club.”

“Oh!” Beth perked up, loving the idea. Rick continued to be speechless in disbelief. Beth took stock of his lack of response and touched his arm. She said, “Don’t worry, I know it sounds boring but Dad has taken me a couple of times. You get to ride in a golf cart. It’s fun!”

“No,” Rick said. “I mean, no I haven’t played. Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, that sounds cool.”

“Really?” James said.

“Really?!” Beth echoed, even more delighted.

Rick glanced between the two Chapels, a slow smile gracing his lips. “I’m in.”

“Alright, well I’ll look into it,” said James. He glanced at the door. “I won’t keep you two waiting. Be home before midnight please, yes? Your mom wants to see you before her next shift.”

“Yes, dad.”

“We can do that.”

James nodded, satisfied, and returned to the house.

“What did dad talk to you about?” Beth asked Rick once they were on the road. “He didn’t say anything weird, did he?”

Rick was still mulling over the entire exchange. “No,” he said, taking a sip of the coffee, now cooled to his taste. “Your dad…He’s pretty great.”

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