I’M GONNA DIE i was waiting for my ride after work and i was waiting by the flower shop across the street and i see this really young lesbian with a pageboy haircut and a carabiner of keys and she’s buying a single flower for her first date and i am literally tearing up!!!!!!! protect the baby lesbians omg :’)
so like, at the beginning of the month, I ordered some weruva cat food and some new toys for Tiny Kitty! :) (a green catnip caterpillar and a green catnip cactus to match her green catnip Mr. Pickle)
but then I called Chewy (the website I ordered from? you have to call to cancel an order I guess? >.>) to cancel the order since I found out about a cheaper food that I could get locally and I wanted to try that (the 4Health brand).
so fast forward to today, I’m lookin over the bank account (really glad payday is soon lol) and I notice that my money never got returned? and then I go to check the status of that order and it was delivered TWENTY-THREE days ago!?
but, get this: i only have 2 cans of cat food left in the pantry, am gonna have to go out and buy more catfood anyways, and Tiny Kitty is definitely tired of eating this cat food (she’ll only eat one flavor…so I’ve just been buying the one flavor…).
so after finding all this out, I just mosey on down to the apartment office where they hold big packages and guess what the heck is there – thats heckin right y’all – 24 cans of cat food and some new kitty toys.
also, I think I’m just going to keep buying weruva…the 4health brand is good ingredients + price, but my kitten loves the weruva and the variety so much more (I also assume a varried diet is better than a non-varried diet), so that’s what I’m gonna keep buying from now on :)
so uh, tl;dr I ordered cat food, cancelled the order, chewy said fuck it and sent it anyways, now I don’t have to worry about buying more cat food and my kitten is Very Heckin Excited to have her fave food back.
Would you write a jooheon neighbour AU for me? Please please please I'm just imagining this boy as a neighbour and it would be so perfect if you'd put it into some words!!! + how are you? Does everything work out good in college,? 😚
ofc!! im ok, college is tough - but im gonna make it!! we all are ^^ find wonho (here) + kihyun (here)
only keeps one part of his apartment clean: his desk
everything else is,,,,,,,,as you can expect,,,,,,,mismatched pairs of sneakers, t-shirts lumped together with socks, comic books and wrappings from snacks, and the occasional crumpled up paper from lyrics that he tried to write but ended up hating
has a dart board near his desk and will pin up bad lyrics and throw darts at it until he gets out of writers block LOL
(sometimes he puts up a pic of his companies ceo but shh let’s not tell anyone that)
he doesn’t really use his bedroom, sleeps in his chair or manages to throw himself across his sofa in some uncomfortable position
like minhyuk has come over to find half of jooheon’s body sliding off the couch,,,,drool on his pillow,,,,no blanket except like three hoodies he threw over himself for warmth
it’s cute though he has a bunch of like action figures from marvel and dc around his desk and instead of actual books on the shelves it’s like action figures and different games
like,,,,he’s got 5 different versions of monopoly
friday night monsta x comes over and they play settlers of catan or something LOL
has an old shoe-box full of the first cds he ever bought as a kid, most of them are ying yang twins, common, 50 cent,,,,
you know jooheon because no one else in your entire apartment building wears supreme and stussy as much as him,,,,,,,and also no one else but him gets a subscription to comics
so when you see the bundle outside near the mail you’re like “oh,,,,,that has to be jooheon’s.”
but really, that’s all you know. he has expensive clothes and likes comics,,,,,,other than that you aren’t really sure about what kind of job he has or who he is as a person
and you’re not itching to find you either,,,,,,,,not until you get a knock on your door at 8 am and you’re up for one reason: you were gonna get a snack and then go back to sleep till noon
but you open the door, fully expecting the mailman or someone
but instead it’s?????? jooheon and he’s frantically looking around and you’re like uh,,,,,,,,,,,,,yes?
and he’s like “i have a flight in an hour and i havent packed and i forgot to buy an extra toothbrush do you have a spare???? and also toothpaste????? and like possibly a pair of socks???? also sunscreen?????”
and you’re looking at him like,,,,,,,well he just requested you give him a literal itinerary of things ??? things you pack in ADVANCE
and you’re like wait. when is your fligh-
and he’s like “an hour,,,,,im,,,,,,,,,,,,sweating”
and he isn’t lying. he’s sweating you can see his forehead glistening and you’re like ok ok give me a second to check my bathroom
and jooheon is in luck you have some brushes and paste still in packaging and your sunscreen is used, but only halfway and you’re like “this is what i have and socks,,,uh here you go-”
and you hand him the first pair, they have little cats on him, but jooheon has no time to complain and he’s holding all the stuff in his arms and you kind of feel a bit bad,,,,so you’re like “do you need help,,,,,,,,,,,,packing?”
and he looks at you like you’re the damn Sun and he’s like pleASe,,,,it’s 30 min to the airport so,,,,,,i need to run
and you end up in his apartment for the first time, navigating the mess on the floor, to help get all the basic nessecities he needs into a beat up looking duffel bag
and you’re like “where are you even going?” and he’s like “thailand,,,,so don’t pack any jackets.”
and you guys finish, but it’s not the best,,,,,,,,,,,but he’ll survive for the week he’s gone
and as he’s dashing out the door you’re like “lock your door!” and he throws you the keys and he’s like “please do it for me!”
and with that he’s down the stairs and you’re standing there with his keys and five minutes later you’re like WAIT HOW IS HE GONNA GET BACK INTO THE BUILDING WHEN HE COMES BACK OH MY GOD JOOHEON
and you run downstairs, but he’s gone and you’re like oh my god,,,,,,,,,,,,
and as the week goes on you try to figure out what the best solution is: ask the landlord for jooheons number? well he’s overseas,,,,,,,he might not want the data charges. wait for him outside the building every night until he returns? no too much work,,,,,,,
so you just shrug and decide he’ll figure out someway to get to you
and he does,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,except it involves literally throwing pebbles at your window like this is some corny 80s romance flick
and it happens at like 3 in the morning too and you wake up like whAT the HELL is that annoying sound but you go to your window and look out and there’s jooheon standing at the side of the building waving with his duffel bag over his shoulder
and you signal for him to give you a second and you’re in your damn pajamas with the worst bed head and some slippers and when you let him inside he’s like “,,,,,,,,i realized when i got on the plane that throwing my keys to you wasn’t a smart move.” and you’re like hUH YOU THINK
and he’s like “im sorry for bothering you so much,,,,,,,,,,sometimes i don’t have it all together you know.”
and you soften up, even though he woke you up in the dead of night, and you get on the elevator with him and he’s like “oh, by the way i needed to thank you so i got this.”
and he pulls out a souvenir from his bag and hands it to you,,,,and you smile a bit,,,,,,even blush because well here’s this (cute. very cute) boy giving you a present
and you’re like “oh,,,,you didn’t have to,,,,”
and jooheon sees your blush and also starts stuttering and he’s like “i just - i - you were very nice to me - i - w-want-ed to- uh - repay,,,,,,,,,,”
and the doors open and you both go to your respective doors and you’re like rIGHT, and you drop the keys in jooheon’s hands
and he’s like “WELL good night,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,”
and you’re like yes,,,,,,,,,
but neither of you go inside and jooheon clears his throat and is like “i,,,,,,,i didn’t mean to be weird and get you the present i just,,,,,,,,,didn’t know if you’d be ok with just getting that or if i should instead just take you to dinner as a thank you,,,,,,,,,,,”
and you’re like oh,,,,,,,i have that choice?
and jooheon scratches his neck and looks away but mumbles that yeah,,,,,,,,you do
and you look at the souvenir and you’re like “if i say yes, do i have to give this back?”
and jooheon snaps back to look at you,,,,,because he didn’t think you’d actually be interested in the dinner option but his cheeks are pink now and he’s like no no you can keep it and um,,,,,,dinner,,,,,,,i,,,,,,,can pick you up tomorrow - well today - night?
“Hey, do you um…need a ride?” Connor looked up at the nervous, messy haired boy with a cast on his arm. He took a long sip of his cherry slushee and realized he’d reached the bottom of the cup. He slurped up the last of the artificial syrup and sighed.
“You’re Evan Hansen aren’t you?” He said, evading the question. He’d seen him gawking at his sister during jazz band concerts.
“And you’re Connor Murphy,” he replied. “It’s late.”
Connor was sitting on the curb, shivering in his thin hoodie. In hindsight he probably should have gotten a hot chocolate but he liked the way the cherry stained his mouth.
“Thanks Captain Obvious,” he sneered.
Evan seemed to shrink from him. “So you don’t need a ride or…?”
“Can we just go for a drive Hansen? I’m still kinda high and my parents are pissed off enough as it is.”
hi! I started archery and in my beginner course I realised that I'm really weak :'( My instructor recommended me to use a compound bow bc I'm fairly good at aiming while using it, but I crave the aesthetic of the recurve. Is it possible for me to build enough muscle so that I can aim well with a recurve? (Could you recommend me some exercises?) Also I'm planning on buying equipment within a month so would it be best for me to wait to build up strength before buying a bow? sorry for the essay!
hi hello GOSH I LOVE ARROWS ARCHERY QUESTIONS
Okay so, just so we’re clear, I am for the moment gonna assume that when you say ‘weak’ you mean ‘what are sports? we just don’t know.’ –because bro!, that would be me!, I know that one. if you mean weak as part of a disability*, then bruh I can help with that too. one of the coaches at my range is on the US Paralympic Archery team and I would be glad to hassle him for advice.
*archery is for EVERYONE. there are archers in wheelchairs, there are blind archers, the world record for the longest accurate shot in archery is currently held by a gentleman who doesn’t have arms.
Moving on, okay, I am … side-eyeing your instructor just a little bit? do you happen to know what poundage (How hard to pull) the recurves you used were? at my range, a beginner archer of adult height gets a 66″ bow of either 12 or 16 pounds of draw weight (how much force it takes to pull the string back 28 inches.)
so, here’s the thing about pulling a bow. imagine a gallon of milk. or juice is okay if you prefer juice. imagine picking it up by the cap. yikes??? most people would find this very hard or impossible, and it’s not necessary. so, you pick it up by the handle. much easier! you can manage the weight. archery is just the same - the same amount of weight is either dang near impossible OR not too bad, and it’s all down to how you use your body to move that weight.
shooting a bow, your instructor should be showing you how to hook the string and pull with your back (much more muscle!) as you lower your front shoulder and push the bow away. push and pull, push AND pull. it’s awkward at first, but once you get the hang of it, if you are using a bow that’s appropriate for your skill level, it’s MUCH easier because you are using your muscles efficiently. and definitely don’t feel bad about feeling weak - literally every saturday i have people who are convinced they cannot do this, whole body shaking as they try to pull the bowstring back in an awkward way, and once they’ve had fifteen minutes of me poking at their elbows and back, saying ‘pull from here, elbow behind you, now push it away push push–’ they’re drawing the bow smoothly and making very nice shots!
tl;dr, it is totally possible to build up enough muscle to start a recurve! exercises, briefly:
1.) buy a stretchy band and pull it like it’s a bow. this one is… hrm.. I could explain it better with pictures. would you like pictures? i can try to do that tomorrow.
2.) less need of pictures, do plain old push-ups - i do them against the wall. place your hands against the wall, lean in (bending elbows, tummy firm, back STRAIGHT - if you let your back sag, it will hurt) until your nose touches the wall, then push off. repeat until tired, and it’s okay if that only takes five times. try to do six next time, then seven, then take a dang day off! when you can do like thirty, make it harder - back up further away from the wall - it will be harder to push off.
3.) lift things. lift a water bottle. lift the cat. hold the water bottle at your side, then lift it to shoulder height, arm fully extended - as you would lift a bow. hold it up for fifteen seconds (10 or 5 if you can’t do 15), then lower it. rest for the same amount of time you held it up, then repeat. if you can only do two of those at first, bruh! that’s fine. try to do three tomorrow, then four, then - take a day off!! lots of rest days are important - you WILL get sore, your muscles WILL need time to recover. starting out, swap the water bottle (or weight or cat) from arm to arm, so that one can rest while the other works. as you get stronger, use two weights and do both arms. extend your arms both straight to your side and straight in front of you - this is working on different parts of your shoulder.
WOW has this gotten long - and here you thought you wrote an essay!
Equipment: Nope, you don’t have to wait, as long as you buy ‘the right’ equipment. ‘Right equipment’ doesn’t have to be fancy or expensive, it just needs to have limbs that can be taken off. Here is an example of the sort of bow I mean: LINK! We have tons of bows just like this one at my range. that one is metal, but plastic (like this) is also fine, and so is wood (like this.) See the black knobs at the top and bottom where the limbs (white bendy parts) meet the riser (the ‘body’ of the bow)? those are bolts, the limb can be easily taken off and swapped out for a lighter (easier to pull) or heavier (harder to pull) limb. limbs of the bolt-on type are very affordable, and a beginner bow of good quality is both tough and light weight.
the only point I will make on the purchase of the equipment is, do NOT let anyone tell you that it’s a ‘waste of money to buy limbs that are too light.’ that is dumb, people that ought to know better say it to archers all the time, and you know what happens? those new archers hurt their shoulders, aren’t having fun with a bow that’s a struggle to pull back, and the bow goes in the closet and we never see them again. :’( go ahead and get the lightest limbs available for your bow of choice - this is usually either 12 or 14 pounds. if you are over about 5′6″ tall, get the 12 pound limbs or even 10 if you can find them. If you are 5′6″ or under, 12 is still okay, but so is 14. this probably sounds backwards, but to put it bluntly:
the farther back you pull a recurve bow, the HARDER it gets. that’s what the recurve shape of the limb does, it makes the bow more powerful as it is pulled back more. so, if you’re tall, or have rather long arms, you’ll pull the bow back more - you want lighter limbs so that you don’t have to fight with them. if I draw a bow with 14 pound limbs, it will be 16 pounds - I am tall, my arms are long.
if you are short or have stumpy t-rex arms, your draw length will be short - you may only pull a pair of 14 pound limbs to 11 or 12 pounds, if not less.
MAN ok, this has been an info-dump, and I hope it helps; if you have any more questions let me know, and I will do my best! ENJOY. YOU CAN DO IT.
Request:Can you write a Bucky x reader, where reader has bought a new car and they decide to take a road trip with Steve and Sam, but a cop pulls them over and asks her some questions like ‘is this your car?’ assuming it was stolen, then asks Bucky and Steve if they’re safe and demands to check her car. It’s just basically a messy situation. @mazuru7
After years of saving and responsible decisions you finally had enough money to afford your dream car. The car you’d been drooling over since high school. You went to the dealership with Steve and Bucky because it was common knowledge that dealerships try to pull less shit if you have a man with you. You weren’t taking any shit so you brought two men who beat people up for a living. Bucky put an arm over your shoulder as you waited for the guy to come back with paperwork and keys. You looked up at him absolutely giddy with anticipation for your new car. He smiled down at you; he knew how much this meant to you and he was proud you were finally getting the car your heart desired.
“This is it doll,” Bucky spoke.
“I know,” you grinned up at him, “We should go on a road trip this weekend and really see what this baby can do.”
“You really want to put a bunch of miles on your new car?” Steve questioned.
“Steve, your old guy is showing. Why buy a car if not to put miles on it? It’s not the miles it’s the driver, and I am gonna take good care of my baby.”
That weekend you loaded snacks into the backseat for a trip down to Virginia Beach. Bucky loaded up everything else, he had refused to do more than one trip so he was carrying an ungodly amount of bags.
“Well look at you Hercules,” you teased as he put things in the back of the car.
“ Are you sure you want to drive?” he asked, ignoring your teasing.
“Yes I’m sure, Bucky. You’re just itching to get behind the wheel and I ain’t gon’ let you.”
“Is that right?” he leaned down closer to you, getting in your face as if to really scrutinize your expression and decide if you meant what you said. However, as he got closer his gaze kept dropping down to your lips.
“That is right, Sergeant Barnes. You’re never ever gonna drive my baby. I love this car more than I love anything in this world.”
“You are such a brat,” he laughed, pulling you close to him by your waist and pressing his lips to yours. Reflexively, your hands went up to cradle his face, his stubble scratching the palm of your hand.
“Hey are you guys gonna suck face the entire trip?” Sam asked. Bucky’s grip on your waist tightened as he turned the both of you quickly and dipped you, continuing to kiss you passionately. You were smiling into the kiss, used to his antics to spite Sam. He was smiling too and as he broke the kiss he looked down at you with his usual gaze of love and admiration before pulling you back up.
“Alright love birds if you want to get to Virginia anytime soon we should be heading out,” Steve chided throwing the last bag in the car. You smile hurrying to the driver’s seat ready to start the journey. Bucky sat beside you as a navigator, Steve and Sam were in the back. Steve was in charge of snacks while Sam had music. The three bickered back and forth often asking you to weigh in on their quarrels.
“But your dear boyfriend put nair in my shampoo!” Sam yelled.
“Oh my god, and he’s still alive?!” you exclaimed laughing.
“He did it before he left for a mission,” Sam explained.
“Well you couldn’t have been that upset, you didn’t do anything about it.”
“Yes he did,” Bucky interjected.
“Icy Hot in his underwear,” Sam responded triumphantly.
“Oh my god is that why you refused to have sex with me that one day?” you asked. Bucky only nodded. You glanced in the rearview mirror at Sam who looked more than satisfied with himself. Steve on the other hand looked like a tired mother of two at her wits end.
“Is this what you deal with at work?” you asked him.
“Oh that and much more,”Steve sighed.
“I feel for you, Cap.” you turned your attention back to the ever-stretching highway while the men in your car continued to bicker about past pranks. You were an hour out from the beach when the police car behind you turned on its siren. You glanced down at the speedometer to see if you were speeding. You were not and there were no traffic laws broken, so that left you to wonder what the hell was going. You turned on your hazard lights and went over to the shoulder lane.
“Grab my insurance papers out of the glove box would you?” you asked Bucky, your voice dropped to a forced calm. He grabbed the papers while you pulled your wallet out of the arm rest and got your license. You had both easily accessible when the police officer walked up to your window.
“Good afternoon, officer,” you greeted forcing a smile on your face.
“Afternoon. Can I see your license and registration?”
You handed them over immediately. He scrutinized your papers then your face as if he expected the papers to be fraudulent.
“Do you know how fast you were going?”
“Yes I do, sir,” you nodded. He hummed glaring at you, you stared back with a deceptively friendly gaze.
“Would you get out of the car?” he asked.
“Why is she getting out of the car?” Bucky demanded, putting a hand on your wrist to stop you from getting out.
“There’s a search out for a car exactly like this. So I’m gonna say it again, Miss. Please step out of the car.”
You did as he said and stood out side of your car.
“Is this your vehicle ma’am?”
“Yes, sir, it is.”
He looked past you to the men in your car, “Are you guys okay?” he asked.
“We’re fine. I’d like my girlfriend to get back in the car, and for us to continue our drive.”
“I’m sorry I can’t do that. I’m gonna run her license number, be sure she is who she says she is,” he cut a side eye to you. You watched Bucky’s hand clench in a fist and he looked about ready to blow. You thought for sure he was going to get out of the car and make the situation even worse. In your worry for Bucky you’d stopped paying attention to the officer. He grabbed your arm and yanked you around to look at him.
“I will put you in jail, do you hear me?” he growled at you, and you wondered what part of the one sided conversation you had missed. Three doors seemed to open in the car simultaneously.
“Get your hands off of her!” Bucky yelled, and Sam put a hand on Bucky’s chest to keep him from doing something stupid. Unfortunately he couldn’t stop Steve who broke the officer’s grip on you.
“What’s your badge number, officer?” Steve spit out glaring at the man.
“Steve,”you warned. The officer pushed Steve back.
“There’s an APB out for this car model. No way she bought this car so which one of you does this belong to?”
“It’s hers!” Steve yelled back, surging forward to attack but you wedged yourself in between them.
“Hey, man,” Sam called out, “Everything’s good here just let us go,” Sam was preoccupied holding Bucky back. You looked back at the police officer hoping by some miracle he wouldn’t be too preoccupied by the color of you and Sam’s skin to listen. The officer glared at all of you and it occurred to you that these were superheroes.
“Steve, show him your Avenger’s ID,” you requested straining your neck to look up at him. He grabbed his wallet from his pocket and pulled the ID out. It was enough to make the officer begrudgingly walk away and get back in his car, not without throwing your license at you carelessly. You caught Steve again keeping him from attacking the officer. After the cop car drove away you let out breath out that you hadn’t been aware you were holding. You also let go of Steve and got back in the car. Everyone followed suit after a while and you continued the journey to the beach. There was silence for a long time in the car, you glanced over at Bucky. You could feel the anger radiating off of him as he silently seethed. You reached over and gave his knee a pat.
“It’s alright, Buck,” you murmured.
“It’s not alright,” he snapped.
“You’re right. But it wasn’t worth a fight.”
“Yes it was.”
“Are you gonna fight every time someone is an asshole to me?”
“Ideally,” he nodded. You laughed a little at that shaking your head.
“I’m sending a complaint,” Steve announced as he looked down at his phone, “I got his license plate number.”
You scoffed, “Come on we’re gonna have a great time at the beach. Don’t let one asshole ruin the mood.”
“What if we weren’t with you?” Bucky demanded.
“Well I’m glad you were,” you settled.
“But what if?” he insisted.
You sighed, dropping your happy bravado, “Who knows? At best, I’d be in jail, at worst I’d be…,” you paused letting the thought trail off, “ but I don’t want to think about that, kay? I already know what this life is like for me, I don’t need to live in fear too. Let’s just be grateful I wasn’t alone and that I had the best of the Avengers to look out for me.”
Bucky took a deep breath trying to quell his anger. You took his hand and rubbed soothing circles on the back of it with your thumb. There was another moment of silence but this time it was much more comfortable.
“You dumbasses were gonna fight a cop on the side of the highway,” Sam laughed breaking the silence and coaxing a rueful laugh from the rest of you. Soon enough most of the tension had passed, but Bucky kept you close the entire time you were at the beach. It occurred to you that he had really been scared for you, so you didn’t say anything. You just let him hold you.
One year ago today I was 254 pounds and miserable and now I’m 179 and significantly less miserable. I bought myself new clothes in December to treat myself for losing so much weight but even those clothes are really loose now so I don’t think the pictures 100% do it justice so maybe once I’ve had the chance to buy nicer clothes that fit me better I’ll retake some pictures but man… in one year I’ve lost 75 pounds. What am I gonna look like a year from this point? I’m just happy I’ve come this far and I’m excited to see where I’ll go!
In Heroes of the Storm there’s no such thing as “broken Champs”.
Laning: LoL:Top, Jungle, Mid and Bot(Bot is always Controller and Marksman) HotS:Top and Bot are Standard, In most Maps there is Mid too, there is no Jungle.
Playstyle: LoL: Just smash everything in your way, get dragons, don’t solo, farm. Players mostly depend on themselves to grow strong, and shop for items to get more agressive, defensive or supportive. Each Level equals a skill upgrade. Main Goal: Destroy the Nexus. HotS: Every map has tasks, if you’re not going to play as a Team, the chances you are going to win are really low, since you need your whole team for the tasks,in most occasions. XP is shared, you don’t need to be the one to kill the enemy,XP is shared anyway, both from farming and kills. Farming does not need last hits, even if you just stand next to them when they die you get XP, though I would not suggest that. There’s no shop, no items. Instead of items, you use talents. Talents can be skill, upgrades, shields, teleports, skill enhancers, cooldowns, pretty much everything, depending on champion. You get to pick talents up to 7 times in the game. Pick them strategically, depending on your enemies and their talent choises. Main Goal: Destroy the Nexus (There’s not only one way.) You can use camps to help you fight your cause.
Battlefields in Ranked: LoL: 1 Hots: 13(Each has different tasks, pick heroes, strategically)
Community: LoL: Personally, I think League has the most unhealthy community. It’s a rare occasion not to come across a flamer. If you decide to just mute them all and enjoy the game, there’s high chance you’ll notice people dying in the middle of the battlefield, just because some player was typing an angry text to another. There’s also excess trolling and intentional feeding. Hots: Community is really nice most times, XP is shared so there’s no such thing as “You m&!@*&f*&^^r stole my kill I’m gonna troll”. Most of times chat is full of strategic advices, like ex1: Let’s take this camp. or ex2: You should go for task, I’m going to keep them away.
Game Rewarding System & Gifts. I am not one of those people who spend money on skins, boosts etc. It’s not that I don’t like them, I only think it is not worth it. I’d better buy a whole new game. So this is a really important factor to me. LoL
and Hots: In game Currency & XP for Champions & your Account. In Heroes of the Storm Chanpion XP is really important. You can level up to 20 times a hero in total. Each time you level up you are gifted a Loot Box. Loot Boxes contain: Champions, Champion Skins, Mounts, Voice Lines, Announcers, Banners, Sprays, Emojis, Portraits, Stimpacks, Shards and Gems (These are in Game currency you have to buy with real money to get). Each Lootbox contains 4 mystery items that can be anything from the above. If you’re not happy with what you get the first time you can change the Loot Box with another one for in game currency, you get from playing the game. Loot Boxes can be Regular, Rare, Epic and Veteran. The greater the Loot Box the greater the gifts. Skins are not rare at all, even new and expensive ones. Even if you’ve leveled up all Champions to maximum, there are new champions coming very often, and there are also special events & brawl modes(each week) that give you Loot boxes. In League of Legends you get one Hextech
each week, but you have to win it over (Your Performance has to be of an S-, S or S+
). In order to open it you need to get 3 Hextech key shards and combine them to make a key. Hextech
Chests can stack up to 4, if you don’t get to open them in time. Hextech Chests give you Champion Essence, Cosmetic Essence, Champion Shard(which you can buy with Champion Essence), Skin Shard(which you can buy with Cosmetic Essence). If you don’t want the Skin or Champion Shard you can descend them into the Essence of their category. Skin and Champ Shards may need more or less Essence than others depending on their price or rarity.
Hope this was helpful to anyone interested. This are just the basics in my opinion and not the whole games in depth. There are more features in both games. Hope you have a great day♥
I bought this hat at some stall during a local festival. It was too out of reach to pick up so I could only see the front and I thought “that’s perfect for the cosplay I am gonna do!” and, after I paid, I saw the underside of the visor and this is how I got this hat. And apparently people on IG really like it and a couple asked me where to buy it but I have no clue sorry…
This is my first time writing a Bughead fanfic and it’s still jumbled in my head so I hope you bear with me.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of he characters or places in this story unless otherwise specified.
The bell to Pop’s Chock'lit Shoppe rang as the door opened. Only a few people could be found sitting at the local town favorite as most were enjoying Riverdale High’s homecoming dance. For the selected few who had opted not to join the overrated festivities, the confines of the four walls of the shop brought an unusual sense of comfort.
A girl with blonde hair and in a pink dress walked straight inside into a booth at the far corner. She placed her usual order of Strawberry Milkshake but this time with extra whip cream. It was a special occasion to indulge in the calories after all. A few minutes later, a tall glass of sugary and sinful beverage was placed in front of her.
She sighed in resignation before reaching for her picker upper. Her tongue was ready to taste the mouth watering goodness when the tall glass was pulled far from her reach and in front of a crouching boy who wore a crown shaped beanie on top of his messy bed of hair. Her mouth dropped and stayed open for a few minutes, staring at he boy who drank her most awaited shake down to the last drop. She was at a loss for words. She wanted to shout at the boy who selfishly stole her last hope for a better night but no words came.
As if nothing happened, he adjusted in his seat and fired his laptop open and began typing, totally oblivious to the growing anger building in the blonde girl’s chest. A few minutes of silence passed and he still hadn’t looked at her once to apologize or explain his actions. He kept typing as if she wasn’t in front of him with an angry glare in her eye.
She cleared her throat, finally finding a small amount of sound come out of her mouth, but his attention to whatever he was typing did not falter. She cleared it again, this time ensuring that it was loud enough for him to hear and respond to. His eyes broke it’s connection from the laptop screen and the blue ocean met green forest. She felt a hitch in her breath at the sudden connection. The intensity of his stare brought chills to her spine and she almost felt bad for disturbing his concentration. She almost apologized had it been not for her realization that she wouldn’t have bothered him if he hadn’t stolen her favorite drink. He raised an eyebrow and a playful smirk appeared on his face. Had it been another time, she would be game to play their little debate just like the old times but now all she could do was sigh in defeat.
“I’m not in the mood Juggie.” She finally said after their long staring game. He shrugged and closed the lid of his laptop. He waved his hand at Pops to which he was answered with a nod, a fair and mutual exchange between regulars.
“So tell me, what did our beloved Archiekins do this time?” He said while leaning on the table.
“What makes you think it’s Archie?” Betty countered, hoping for even 1% chance that not everyone knows about what she felt for Archie. Well except for Archie himself.
“Come on Betts, don’t insult my knowledge. You practically loved him since childhood. Your eyes yearns for him whenever he’s not around and if I didn’t know any better, you have a magnet in your body that’s being pulled towards him.” He said rolling his eyes.
She chewed on her lip in anxiety. Was she really that obvious? “What makes you think he did something then?” She challenged, trying my best from delaying the admission of what had transpired tonight at the Homecoming after party at Cheryl’s.
“Let’s see. You’re wearing a dress that’s screaming Homecoming dance so that means you attended the overrated dance which is "the highlight of everyone’s high school life”.“ He made quotation gestures with his fingers as he said the last bit.
"However, instead of wasting the night with the boy of your dreams doing God knows what, you’re sitting here at Pops and having a conversation with me, the last person on your "potential dating list” - if Included at all and the person you haven’t talked to since summer started.“
Betty opened her mouth to say something but no words came out. She tried to process his words but found herself at a loss. She felt bad at his last statement since it was true that she hadn’t had a decent conversation with her reserved friend since before freshman year ended. It wasn’t that she hadn’t tried.
During her internship, she attempted several times to contact Jughead to check on him but it was either ignored or responded with one word texts that screamed end of conversation. She thought he was going through something at the moment and didn’t want to push him so she gave him some space to breathe and hoped that when she returned they would fall into their normal routine and become the best of friends again. Except, everything had turned out worse.
"So it’s either you just want to remember your Homecoming dance spending time at Pops and eating - drinking rather, Strawberry Milkshakes or Archie did a stupid move and hurt you.” The blonde girl sighed and looked at her lap in embarrassment. Had she been so transparent?
“Well, the milkshake is already a no considering you drank all of mine.” She said softly while lowering down her head.
“Here you go.” Two plates of burger and fries and a tall glass of chocolate milkshake appeared in front of them. Jughead gave a quick nod to Pops before digging in his favorite food.
Betty was surprised when the extra plate was pushed in front of her. She really wasn’t up for eating thus the reason for her milkshake order.
“You have to eat Betts, last time you drank a milkshake on an empty stomach, you were brought to the hospital.” He said before indulging in his burger.
She felt warmth in her chest realizing that Jughead was just looking out for her when he drank her favorite treat. She pushed the nagging thought at the back of her head as she already felt bad enough tonight and she really needed a break from all the negativity.
“If it makes you feel better, I’ll buy you a new one if you promise to finish the burger or the fries.” He said taking a last chomp on his burger and now turning his attention to the side snack.
Betty smiled weakly and started munching on the fries. The burger was really too much for her appetite.
“So do we play 21 questions or am I gonna wait for you to open up?” He said.
She was surprised at his proposition and thought very carefully on what to do next. If she opened up to him easily, she won’t get a chance to ask him things that had been nagging at her since summer started. She saw the opportunity of finding out what truly happened between her two best friends and was determined to get it out from her dark haired companion.
She gave him a look and was about to open her mouth in response when he beat her right to it. “Right 21 questions it is.”
Betty was surprised at how easily Jughead could read her mind and how much he knows about the way her mind works. She would’ve blamed it on being best friends since childhood but she could recall Jughead being a bit shy around her until 3rd grade. If it hadn’t been for Archie’s failed attempt at getting his two best friends to like each other, they wouldn’t have gone past the acquaintance stage. But that’s a story for another time.
“Okay Juggie let’s play. But the rule is, we get to ask each other one question each–” she started
“Well that is the point of the game–” he cut her off.
“–each day.” She finished. He couldn’t hide the surprise look on his face when what she said had registered in his mind.
“Excuse me? Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He had his hopes that he understood her perfectly well but he just had to get confirmation from the girl next door.
“Well, we need it Juggie. After weeks of ignoring my texts and phone calls, I figured, this is our only way of catching up. So, are you up for it? 21 days of being stuck with my probing questions?” He was surprised to see a smile on her lips. She had a playful glint in her eye that almost made him spill everything to her before he caught himself.
“Fine. But we each get a free pass for those questions that we really don’t want to answer.” She nodded at the additional rules he made.
“Okay I agree. We can’t say know when the other triggers for the 21 questions. Like when we’re at school and I feel like asking you, you have to answer. Got it?” He pondered for a while before agreeing to my terms.
“Fine but the 21 days doesn’t have to be done straight. We can take breaks every now and then. Deal?”
She looked hesitant, as if he found a loophole to her strategy of opening up to her. But she resolved in her head that she just had to really think about her questions to get the most out of their game. Make it seem like he had to use the free pass to every question then go for home run.
“Also, whatever is shared here will not be disclosed to anyone else. Okay?” She added which gained a smirk from the boy.
“I get it Betts. And it’s not as if I have someone to tell.” He said rolling his eyes.
Betty felt a tug at her heart when she realized that Jughead had no one. As in no one. He used to have them - Betty and Archie - but then when he and Archie had a fall out and he started ignoring her, he wasn’t left with anyone else. She felt guilty for not trying harder to make him talk to her. She felt that she failed her obligation of binding the two friends. She regretted going to her internship
And leaving the two boys to themselves. The wave of emotions that passed through her was so overwhelming that she started to feel her nails digging at her palms.
A pair of warm hands covered her hands and pried it open. She was surprised at the look of worry that was evident on his face. “Hey. It wasn’t your fault Betts. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”
She opened her mouth to say something but decided against it. She would just reserve whatever it was for their 21 days of questioning. She nodded, squeezed his hand before pulling away.
“So.” He started breaking off the awkward air that had build up. “Is it a deal then?”
“Deal. Let’s flip on who goes first.” She pulled out a coin in her pink purse and placed it on her two fingers, ready to flip.
Jughead gave a small nod signaling her to do it. She flicked her fingers.
“Heads.” He called while the coin was up in the air.
“Tails.” She responded before catching the coin and putting it down on the table. They stared at each other for a while, hearts beating at top speed. They were anxious on who’s going to ask the questions first and what questions were in store for them.
Breaking off the connection, they both turned their attention to the coin which displayed tails. A triumphant smile played on Betty’s features and Jughead couldn’t help but laugh. It looked like she just won the lottery.
“Hmmm what to ask..” she said in deep thought. Jughead had hoped that she wouldn’t ask about his family. It was way too personal for a first question and he knew he might use his pass if that were the case. He wasn’t ready to open that can of worms yet and drag her into his messed up life.
“Okay, here’s an easy one. Why did you ignore my texts and calls this summer?” She said, her eyes had lost its playful glint and was replaced by a piercing gaze. One that could devour a lie that he was planning on saying so Jughead opted with the truth.
“Archie and I kind of gotten out of track this summer. I’m not sure if he mentioned that to you. So I thought, I didn’t want to burden you with the choice of who you were going to remain friends with. I was just looking out for you Betts.”
She felt anger bubble in her chest. She wanted to tell him off for doing something that “he thought was best for her” just like what her parents were doing to her and Polly. She was so through with people deciding what’s good for her and what’s not. It’s as if they think that she cannot decide on it for herself.
She was about to tell him off when he continued talking. “And I kind of wanted to protect myself from the pain of not being chosen. I didn’t want to get mad at you or anything so I just decided to cut things off for us. That way, I would be the bad guy and not you.”
Her anger melted away and was replaced with remorse. Who would’ve known that Jughead felt this way about their friendship? That he thought she would instantly drop him if he and Archie had a fall out. She felt bad for making it seem that Archie would always be her first choice and that Jughead would always end up on his own.
She reached her hand out to his and gave it a squeeze. “I’m so sorry Juggie if I made it seem like I would leave you anytime. I swear, that wouldn’t have been the case. You know I care about you. I wish you would’ve talked to me about it.” She babbled, feeling the build up of tears in her eyes.
“Hey. It was my decision Betty. This is exactly why I decided it on my own. I didn’t want to trouble you with that choice. I didn’t want you to lose sleep on it. I didn’t want you to make a decision that would make you doubt yourself or make you regret something. I’m okay with that Betty and I don’t blame you for it. Not even a little.”
She wiped her eyes with the tissue that he offered and nodded. “But that’s gonna change now Juggie. Promise me you’ll answer my calls and texts from now on. I can manage being your friend you know. Just because you and Archie had a misunderstanding, doesn’t mean I’ll stop being your friend.”
He hesitated. He wanted so much to talk to Betty again but was afraid to be vulnerable and get hurt. He knew it was a fact that Archie and Betty would end up together and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stay and see it happen right before his eyes. For the most part, he wanted to spare himself of the pain of having to deal with Betty with someone else.
He knew he couldn’t deny it. He knew that the girl next door has a special place in his heart and no matter how hard he tried to deny or forget about it, it would always creep up on him at the end of the day. He was far too reeled in to escape the feelings he had for his best friend Betty Cooper.
At first he thought it was just a passing crush. He blamed the lack of female companions for his growing feelings towards the blonde girl. But when a girl had liked him and tried to make a move that didn’t end well, he knew that the lack of a female friend was definitely not the reason for it. As they grew older and as Betty had developed into a more mature, compassionate and beautiful girl, he couldn’t help but like her more than how best friends should like each other.
Betty was not the prettiest girl in Riverdale High. Well at least, that was what the school has declared. That title, for some odd reason Jughead couldn’t comprehend, belonged to Cheryl Blossom. She wouldn’t even pass as the smartest given that the holder for that one was Ethel Muggs. Not even the most talented as this was held by Josie McCoy. Betty was among those who were ranked in the middle. The average girls who occasionally got a second look from guys.
But for Jughead, Betty Cooper sure was something and it was beyond reason how other guys couldn’t see it. Especially their redhead friend Archie Andrews. He doesn’t understand how Archie can appreciate so many girls in their school and yet he couldn’t cast a glance at what he already has - the most perfect girl there is.
“Earth to Juggie?” Jughead snapped out of his thought and landed back at Pop’s.
“Of course. I’ll keep that in mind.” He said, not wanting to discuss further how Betty would always be there. He knew if they dwell on their topic more, he might say things he would regret.
“Okay, your turn. Ask away.” She said sitting properly, back straight, chin up with her hands folded in front of her. It was almost as he she was prepping for an interview question.
Jughead breathed in and out before firing away. “What happened tonight with Archie?”
Betty knew he would ask it. She knew and tried to prepare herself for it but no amount of preparation could help her when he finally uttered the question.
See, answering the question would make what happened between her and Archie real. Inasmuch as she wants to forget what he said and return to the happy bubble they used to call friendship, Betty knew that things would change from now on. That Archie would no longer be her comfort place but someone who would remind her of rejection and disappointment. Answering Jughead’s question would only mean that they can never go back and pretend everything was okay.
But Betty knew this couldn’t have been the worst question she would face. She knew that she shouldn’t waste a pass for this since by tomorrow, everyone would know about what had happened at Cheryl’s anyway.
“I told Archie my feelings tonight..” she started slowly. A lump forming in her throat suggested that she was about to cry again. “And he made it clear that we’re not on the same page about it.”
“Betty I’m..” he started but she held a hand to stop him. She wanted to get everything out of her system first.
“After the homecoming, we went to Cheryl’s after party. I just wanted to forget about the rejection so I thought maybe spending more time with him at the after party would make him change his mind and see me like how I see him.” She said recounting what had happened earlier.
“So Cheryl, being Cheryl, thought it would be fun to have a 7 minutes in heaven game starting with Archie. She let the bottle spin and it stopped in between me and Veronica. But she made the call of saying it pointed to Veronica. I swear that girl will be the death of me.” She sighed. Jughead could feel how it was getting harder for her to talk and wanted to stop her but then again, he knew letting it out would keep her from digging her nails in her palms.
“I knew it was impossible that nothing would happen to them. The way Archie stared at her when we first saw her here at Pop’s was everything I needed to see to know he’s attracted to her. It didn’t help that outside the closet, Cheryl and Reggie kept thinking up of stories of what was happening inside. After that I couldn’t take it anymore. I got up and left and went here.” She finished and finally looked at Jughead’s face.
His face was scrunched up in thought at what Betty had shared with him. First of all, he really thought that his ex-best friend was stupid beyond his understanding. How could he prefer a new girl over the girl who was always there for him? Second, they could give the guy the benefit of the doubt but then again Jughead thought this was Archie Andrews. He may care a lot for Betty but Jughead doubted that he would pass up on the opportunity to kiss a girl he found attractive. No offense to his ex-best friend but that was the truth.
“I’m sorry Betts.” Jughead, despite being the eloquent aspiring novelist that he is, couldn’t find the best words to comfort his friend. If this had been Archie, he could’ve said a list of things for making Betty feel that way. But this was different. He was walking on eggshells with her. He didn’t want to hurt Betty anymore than she already is.
“Why are you apologizing Juggie? It’s not your fault.” She said before giving a small smile and squeezing his hand.
She was surprised when Jughead, as if lost in thought, started to intertwine their fingers together. She felt comforted by the warmth of his hands. She observed her dark haired friend and saw how tired his face looked. It seemed as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. The bags underneath his eyes spoke of countless sleepless nights writing on his laptop. She felt his thumb draw circles at her hand and slowly her eyes started to close.
Betty began to wonder things about Jughead. What would happen if it had been Jughead who Betty had fond feelings for? She wasn’t sure if it would’ve been easier considering her friend’s take on romantic relationships. She knew Jughead wasn’t the type seeing his lack of affection towards the girls in their year. At least that was what it seemed like. But then again, as if her memory played with her, she began to remember.
She began to drift off back to a particular memory in middle school. Betty, Archie and Jughead were like the Golden Trio of their year. They were inseparable. Wherever Betty was, Archie and Jughead were sure to follow. During that time, Jughead had started developing - his voice lowering a few tones and his height increasing almost half an inch each month. Puberty had hit him good, as what people would say.
In those times, Betty was sure enough that she had developed a girly crush on her best friend. Contrary to what people said, that she had been in love with Archie since forever, Betty had actually liked their dark and mysterious friend first. She was drawn to his witty humor. He would always say something that made Betty laugh and she looked forward to their hang outs after school.
But Jughead, being Jughead, had no romantic inclinations towards anyone as he found it troublesome to like a girl. He had based it from a time when a girl had confessed to him and wanted him to be her boyfriend. When he rejected the idea, she started off spreading rumors of him being weird and gay. That’s when he placed being in a relationship to his things he’ll never do list.
Betty was looking forward to seeing her two best friends after spending a week at her grandma’s. She was on her way to the Andrews household and spotted the two huddled up near the garage. She overheard them speaking about Jughead and the girl who spread rumors and was about to announce her presence when Jughead said something that made her chest hurt.
“I swear Arch, this relationship thing? This isn’t for me. I wouldn’t want to be associated with anyone. It’s too troublesome.” He said, frustration evident in his face.
Betty then resolved to forget her crush towards her friend and keep everything platonic between her and her dark haired boy. After that, she and Archie started to get along pretty well at the start of their Freshman Year, Jughead being a bit distant from her and all. She guessed that Jughead didn’t exempt her from his “stay away from complicated women” policy. Archie had been sweet and took all of her attention from Jughead and the rest is history.
Betty snapped out of her reverie and pulled away from Jughead’s hands to retrieve her phone.
“Hello mom?” She answered.
“Betty? Where are you? Your dad says you weren’t at school when he dropped by.” She asked, her voice sounded a bit concerned.
“I’m at Pop’s mom. I left the dance early.” She saw the look Jughead gave her as if asking if she was in trouble but he shook her head. “I’m going home in a while.”
“Well your dad’s on his way home. Want him to pick you up?”
“Sure mom. I’ll wait for him here.” She then cut the call and placed her phone back in her bag.
“To be continued?” She smiled at Jughead. He smiled back before nodding at her.
It was 5 minutes later when she heard the familiar honk of their card signaling that it was time to go home.
She was getting up from her seat and saying goodbye when she recalled something he had said earlier.
“Oh and Juggie? You’re not the last person.” She said in a quiet voice that he almost missed.
“Excuse me?” He said, wanting to clarify if he had indeed heard it correctly.
“I meant, you’re wrong. You’re not the last person . Not the first maybe but definitely not the last on that potential date list.” She said with a smile that almost shattered his every belief of mediocre relationships and archetypical teenage romances. She then walked away not waiting for his answer.
He shook his head in amusement. Betty Cooper was indeed an interesting girl. He hated to admit it but he was looking forward to the next time they play the game.
I’m not the type of person to go out and pre-order games. Not even when Fallout 4. But when I first played Mass Effect, it did something to me. I was the introvert kid. I talked to no one and no one talked to me and I liked it. I bounced around from province to province so video games were the only thing I had. I became really depressed when I was in high school and some dude in my class was talking about ME2 (more specifically, Miranda) and I when out and bought them cheap. These games saved me from falling into a pit. And today I’m in that same boat as before. Deeply depressed and scared of what’s next in life. But when I heard of Andromeda, I cried. Though I waited a while before pre-ordering, today I’m gonna buy it. And seeing everyone being just as excited as I am, makes me hopeful that there is some other kid that was like me. I believe we should pass these games on for it shows true friendship, bravery and resilience in every Shepard we create. Thanks.
Some of you know I’ve been planning a bunch of awesome stuff for Harley’s birthday this year. I am def gonna do 100% free giveaways no matter what, but I was thinking of doing one really nice Harley item like in the $100 range and maybe doing it raffle style where people can PayPal me $1 per entry. You know, just to circumvent some of the cost for me, because I would be buying the prize out of pocket. Does this see like a viable thing or nah? How many of you would actually want to enter?
“Get your things ready, sweet cheeks.” Tony cheered
as he closed the door of your shared bedroom; he was holding two empty
suitcases and he placed them on the bed next to you. “You and I are going to
“For real?” you asked, not really buying it
because the man didn’t know how and when to take a vacation. “This means you’re
really gonna quit job for a few days?”
“Uh-yeah?” He nodded, cocking a dark eyebrow at
you. “Come on babe, get your things ready and be sure to go with your best bathing
attire because I’m planning to see that little thang.” He bit his bottom lip as he tried to fake a terrible street
accent. You couldn’t help but to laugh uncontrollably with it.
Somehow, Tony had managed to get a hotel in Rio
de Janeiro with a sort of private beach so it was almost the two of you and the
gorgeous southern part of the Atlantic Ocean –not really surprising though, Tony had a lot of money to spare–.
Brazil was incredible and even though you had an awful jetlag and the heat was
a bit hard to take in, you were most certainly enjoying these small days you
two decided to take off.
The white sand and almost turquoise water made
up for the headache, the lack of sleep and the exhaustion and you couldn’t
resist to go on and bathe yourself in the warm waters. Tony followed in suit
and you enjoyed like two small children playing with the waves that turned you
“Jesus! I’m so salty!” Tony laughed heartedly
as he licked a little portion of his skin after a waved had spun him and almost
took his swimwear off. “Enough water for now?”
“Definitely!” You walked heavily was the water
was retracting and slightly taking you back.
Tony laid next to you on a huge towel but he
seemed uneasy, he fidgeted too much. You asked him to put some sunscreen on you
before you fell fast asleep. You woke up what you thought was about an hour
later. The sun was still up and Tony was not next to you anymore; he just wasn’t
there in your sleepy sight. You called out for him, but his voice seemed
extremely far, and then you took notice of the small fort he was building. It
was actually a hole and he was inside it; you stood up from the towel and
shaking off the bits of sand you still had on you, you crouched next to him. It
was just about his height and you two could fit there perfectly fine. It only
lacked a staircase to climb up easily.
“Remind me again how old are you, Tony?”
“Oh come on, you can’t go to the beach and not
do something with the sand,” he retorted, “besides it was this or burying
“Jesus Christ…” you sighed. “I married a 5 year
old, I swear”
this comes from an idea waaaaay far back in the beginning of writing for this fandom. also a bit of a continuation from the ABO actor AU from a few weeks ago
“Please, Jack, I don’t want you to see—“ Rhys begins, eyes puffy and red as he tries to shimmy underneath the thin hospital blanket. Jack’s hand pauses, hovering just above Rhys’ bed as he studies the distressed young man. Growling, Jack steals his hand away, turning his ire on the remaining nurse in the room.
“Are you deaf? He wants some frikkin’ privacy! Jesus.” Jack snarls, lips curled even as the nurse gives him a cool look, nevertheless finishing up adjusting Rhys’ IV drip before leaving them alone. Jack growls, draining the plastic water cup that he’d been given before crushing it in his palm and trashing it on the floor.
“I don’t know how the hell we’re gonna get you outta here Rhysie…all those frikkin’ vultures are hanging out outside with their cameras and their phones….can’t give you a damn break…” The alpha growls, angrily shedding his blazer and tossing it into the chair, before folding up his sunglasses and doing the same to them.
Rhys doesn’t respond. Tears well up in his eyes and he sniffs, shaking until they spill down his cheeks.
“I….It hurts….Jack…” He whimpers, the sound tugging at the actor’s heart. He sits in the chair next to Rhys’ bed with a frustrated thump, reaching for the young man’s hand only to get nothing but flat bedding.
Rhys sobs as his other hand shakily crossing over his body, tugging on the IV pierced into his finger as he tries to give Jack something to hold. The alpha meets the omega halfway, carefully lacing his fingers with Rhys’ trembling ones.
“I…I’m s-sorry…” Rhys chokes, more tears dripping down his face, “…I….I ruined your car….I’m so….so sorry…”
The remaining strength drains out of Jack’s body, his shoulders slumping as he drags his hand down his face, eyes too threatening to betray tears.
“Jesus, Rhysie, Jesus, it’s not about the car, why would you think it’s….I can buy another car, sweetheart. But I…”
“You….you can’t buy me another…” Rhys whimpers as he shifts his torso weakly, the blanket falling away to reveal the bandaged stump where his shoulder now ends. The skin around it still looks terrible, splotched with bruises and smeared orange with surgical antiseptic. Jack flinches at the sight, but tries to force a smile for his boyfriend’s sake.
“Hey, maybe you forget just how rich I am, sugar…if I gotta I’m gonna put the whole damn salary from my next blockbuster towards getting you the fanciest prosthetic on the market.”
Rhys sniffles, tears still dripping down his face, but his eyes glitter with a little bit of hope that makes Jack feel slightly better.
“You….you really mean it?”
Jack’s forced smile warms to something more genuine, as he leans forward and carefully ruffles Rhys’ hair.