#he actually motioned for the fan to throw the flag

[ozma914]

Happy July 2nd, Kevlar!

John Adams, signer of the Declaration of Independence, Second U.S. President, and all around unpleasant guy, had this to say about America's Independence Day:

"It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shows, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations, from one End of this Continent to the other, from this Time forward--forever more."

 In other words, he thought it would be a pretty big deal, and he was right. Those Founding Fathers, they were smart cookies. Adams, Tom Jefferson, the guy who kept putting his John Hancock on things, and of course Bill, the Earl of Rights ... They were generally good, smart men, who only wanted to, you know, overturn the government.

Of course John Adams also said this:

"The Second Day of July 1776, will be the most memorable Epoch in the History of America."

Wait.

The Second?

Nobody's perfect.

"Hey, bud--let's party!"

Actually, Adams had a point: The Continental Congress did indeed approve a motion to change the United Colonies into the United States on July 2. It was the first big bureaucratic boondoggle, requiring the government to print up new letterheads, buy rubber stamps, and change the seal on the Presidential Podium. Not to mention they had to fund an army.

But, in yet another classic case of putting the cart full of red tape before the red, white and blue horse, the Congress then spent two days editing the Declaration of Independence before they finally approved it--on July 4th. So that date got printed at the top, and eventually led to our National holiday.

The Founders didn't care. They hated John Adams so much that they didn't take any of his suggestions for bells, bonfires and such, anyway. Adams' last words, as he died on July 4th, 1826, were: "Thomas Jefferson still survives. Why isn't he setting off fireworks?"

Adams didn't know that Jefferson had died five hours earlier. Jefferson's last recorded words were: "Is it the Fourth?" When offered painkiller, he added, "No, doctor, nothing more. Make no noise that would make that ass Adams think we're celebrating."

As a result, the first recorded noise complaint to police didn't take place until the night of August 24th, 1814, in the city of Washington. I just happen to have transcripts of the call to police:

"This noise has been going on for hours. I have kids, and I have to get up early to go to work!"

"Sir, you don't understand: The British are burning Washington!"

"Well ... can't they do it more quietly?"

Ironically, the first recorded celebration of Independence Day was on September 13 of that same year, 1814, during The War of 1812.

 (I suppose it's for the best that we didn't call it The War of 1812-1815, which doesn't roll off the tongue so well.)

The British were not huge John Adams fans. Still, they had it on good authority that Adams was busy in Massachusetts, debating with its legislature the best way to spell Massachusetts. (A name definitely decided by committee.) So they brought all their cannon, mortars, and rockets, in an attempt to crash the party being thrown at Baltimore's Fort McHenry.

But the Americans manning the fort had a secret weapon: a giant American flag, made of Kevlar.

Most people think Kevlar was introduced in 1971, but in reality Benjamin Franklin invented it accidentally in 1784, while trying to invent a stronger condom. Apparently he was still fuming about his son William being named Governor of New Jersey--royal Governor of the colony of New Jersey, on behalf of the King. Not long before he died, Franklin was heard to say, "I'll never have another child! ... well, hello, ladies!"

It's not recorded where he said this.

Your flag may vary.

 The Kevlar was adapted into a flag, allegedly by one of Franklin's great-grand-daughters, and repelled everything the British could throw at it. This led an onlooker to write a poem that was later turned into a song:

Oh, say, can you see,

blocking Franklin's pee-pee?

No latex surrounding--

 but this stuff can take a pounding.

The lyrics were later changed by the Daughters of the American Revolution.

So it took a lot of time and history type stuff, but in the end Adams was right about the holiday, if not the date. From one end of the continent to the other, we make noise, flash lights, burn stuff, and generally annoy each other. I'm not sure if everyone doing that stuff actually gets why ...

But we're still here.

I can see my house from here!

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If you really want to have fun on an Independence Day picnic, bring along a book that has the American Flag on the front.

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That the new Storm Chaser and Storm Squalls are up for sale on Amazon:

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#humor #Humorous #humour #independence day #4th of July #july 4th #history #american history #america #USA #war of 1812 #american revolution #founding fathers #kevlar

[larrylimericks]

24Sep21

Black shirt sparkling like the night sky, Harry asked for a rainbow to fly Sooner than usual At lyrics suitable: “I’m not ever going back”—that’s Pride.

#larry #harry #harry styles #hslot2 #love on tour chicago 1 #lights up #pride #pride flags #fan interactions #he actually motioned for the fan to throw the flag #he wanted that moment #he's gay petra #that black sparkly shirt was stunning #discarded rhyme: #those aren't the actions of an ally #limerick-hs #sep 24 #2021

[bee-eoofcringe]

Call Me Daddy

❀ a/n: please be kind to me. I wrote this in under 48 hours after my dumbass realized that the due date was today. It’s not super rough or violent, cause that's not me. This was for @kaijime​ ‘s dilf collab. Also, props to @half-baked-biscuit​ for revising and editing this last minute for me. I love you 💜

❀ wc: 3k

❀ who: DILF!Teacher! Sugawara, Fem!Reader

❀ what: smut (oral f-receiving, fingering, squirting), tw: noncon, tw: drugging, tw: blackmail, d a r k c o n t e n t

It wasn’t every day that someone as young as you got an opportunity like this; at age nineteen, you were presented the opportunity to be a student-teacher at Karasuno Elementary. When you first received the news, you were ecstatic and then nervous. Who would you be paired with to teach? What age group were these kids in? Would they even like you? These fears only grew as you prepared for your first day.

You showed up more than an hour early due to anxiety and prayed for no awkward instances while you sat on a bench near the front entrance. Those prayers weren’t answered. The most beautiful man you had ever seen entered your field of vision, slowly at first and then all of a sudden; his honey brown eyes were the only thing you could see. Deep dimples made themselves known to you as he smiled, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching a bit with the motion. It took you a moment to notice that he was talking to you.

“Hey there, I’m Sugawara Kōshi. I teach preschool here.” His introduction to you was all but lost in the way his gentle voice had reduced you to a puddle. “You look a little young, are you the student-teacher we were told about at the last meeting?” Suga tilted his head inquisitively, his eyes searching for answers that your mouth didn’t seem keen on sharing.

After /discretely/ calming your racing heart, you replied “yes, I am. I know school doesn’t start for quite a while, but I figured I would familiarize myself with the layout of the school beforehand.” Patting yourself on the back for being able to reply at all, you stood to bow in respect and gave him your name. “Do you always show up so early?”

He laughed softly, ruffling his grey hair and nodding. “I’m an early riser, so I usually elect myself to morning duties. I help the little kiddos switch their shoes and sign in for the day.” He hikes the strap of his bag higher on his shoulder and gestures towards the front door, “shall we?”

You follow him into the main office and make note of where everything is - principal, vice-principal, nurse, etc. It takes you a second to zone back in, but you quickly notice that he’s giving you a tour of the school, jokingly throwing your way a “take note”. You roll your eyes and smile, enjoying the tour and doing your best to memorize the important locations. By the time you make it back to the front, other staff members and some older students with morning clubs began filing in.

“Are you our newest member?” A sweet voice asks you. You turn to see that one of the office attendants had made her way behind the front desk. “I’m only assuming because I’ve never seen your face before.” When you confirm that you were, in fact, the student-teacher coming to spend the year with them, she beckoned you over to the desk and handed you a name tag and a set of keys. “I’m so glad you already met Suga-san, that makes everything easier. You’ll be spending the year in his classroom.” At this revelation, your soul left your body. Unbeknownst to you, a certain Sugawara also had a strong reaction to this remark; though he was outwardly cheery, the thing he felt the strongest was a warmth pooling in his gut at the thought of having you to himself.

After a few months, you had fully settled into your role. You helped kiddos swap their shoes in the mornings and got them checked in for the day. During class-time, you observed Sugawara’s teachings and made sure the children were paying attention - along with occasionally giving help where it was needed. In the afternoon, you made sure all the kids were set and ready to go home. It was a simple and easy routine, and honestly you were having fun. The fact that Sugawara was so kind and handsome definitely sweetened the situation.

From what you had picked up, he was a thirty-nine year old divorcee with an ex-wife who taught his son to hate him. You couldn’t even fathom anyone wishing any ill will towards the teacher; Sugawara was, without a doubt, one of the best people you had ever met. When the subject was brought up, he would deflate slightly and his usual smile would falter. You had made it your personal mission to bring him any happiness that you could while you were with him. Something you knew he deeply appreciated.

On this particular day, there was no school. Well, no school for the kids. It was a staff in-service day. When you arrived at the school, Suga was waiting for you at the front gates as usual. The two of you clocked in, dropped your stuff off in his classroom, and made your way to the boardroom where all the stuffy teacher meetings were held. You did your best to listen during these, but they were so boring. You often found yourself grumbling quietly under your breath and fidgeting. This meeting seemed to be especially torturous. Something about a new policy they were going to put in place. Something mind numbing. You let out a subconscious huff, not knowing that you had caught the attention of your superior.

Sugawara knew you hated these meetings, but if you wanted to be a teacher, these were something you would have to learn to deal with. You were a promising future prospect for their school. Your grades were stellar. Every recommendation they had received for you was glowing. You were so good with the kids. But even with all of your excellent traits, you couldn’t sit through one little meeting. When he heard the noise escape you, he did a quick sweep of the other teachers to make sure that they hadn't noticed. With that confirmation, he took it upon himself to correct this behavior; he was a teacher after all. Suga leaned back in his seat slightly, taking one of his hands off the table in front of him where they had been folded neatly. He, inconspicuously, slipped his hand under the table to rest on your knee - the one that hadn’t stopped bouncing since you sat down. He then proceeded to give your knee a quick squeeze, making sure to dig his nails in just a little bit to get his point across. Sugawara knew his methods were working when not a second later you sat up straight and focused your attention on the principal who had been speaking the entire time. This had been the first instance of Suga using a more forceful and less pleasant means of correcting your behavior, but it was far from the last.

The longer you stayed with him and continued to be a part of his classroom, the  more wary you became around Sugawara. That first instance of him digging his nails into your knee to get you to pay attention, completely inappropriate by the way, had left you rattled. At first you tried to brush it off as an accident; maybe he had meant to pat you on the knee and underestimated his strength? Though, as time went on you realized you were sorely mistaken.

Not a week after the in-service incident, he cornered you in the teacher’s lounge when it was just the two of you in there. Apparently, you were getting along with the art teacher a little too well and he didn't appreciate it.The second Hana-san left to go prep for his next class, Suga was on you with poorly concealed fury in his eyes. “So, Aito huh? Why didn’t you tell me that you’re a fan of the arts?” He spit at you, the smile on his face none too convincing, “I can teach you a thing or two about art. Did you know that while the color red is mostly associated with violence and anger, it’s also translated as passion and seduction. Is that why you wore that top today? Are you trying to catch someone’s attention?”

You were completely dumbfounded; while he had been crossing the line a little bit at that meeting, this was completely unacceptable. Although, you did need this job. Not only were you getting experience from being in an actual classroom, you were also getting paid because Suga’s class was rather large. The school was already in the market for a second pair of hands in his class when you showed up, so they gave that salary to you. You needed this job to pay rent. With this in mind, you carefully crafted your answer. “Sugawara-san, I’m a bit offended that you’d think so poorly of me. I would never go after a married man.” You gave him a pointed look and tried to come across as stern, though on the inside you only felt cold fear.

The anger bled from his face first and then the rest of his body as the tension it held had been released. Suga laughed and rubbed the back of his neck bashfully, saying “you’re right, I definitely don't think that lowly of you. I was just looking out for Hana-san. His wife is a kind woman and I wouldn't want to see another marriage become ruined.” He glanced at the clock and walked over to where he had dropped his lunch bag. “Come on then, let’s go get our kids from their meal.” His phrasing made you a little squeamish then, but again - this was only the second red flag, and red looks an awful lot like pink under rose-tinted glasses.

The final straw was on another in-service day, though this time there was no meeting to be had. Some teachers checked in and left to work from home for the day, but Suga had insisted that the two of you stay to grade the kids’ tests from the previous day. You wanted to go home and get back into bed; grading was one-person job when the questions were 1+1=2. Instead, you were bribed with a hazelnut mocha latte even if the almond milk was a bit gritty. 

As soon as you walked through the door, you started feeling off. Call it what you want, the vibes, the energy, the mood - something was wrong. As you turned around to see if maybe Suga had a suggestion to help, dread began to form in your stomach. Suga had locked the door from the inside. You took a step back at this revelation, a bit wobbly as your coordination had started to wane and your dread changed to fear. “Suga-san” you started, but no other words left your mouth - it felt as though it was stuffed with cotton. Your head was aching and everything was hot. The strength in your body was quickly fading, so it was no surprise to anyone that you didn’t fight when Sugawara walked forward and took you into his arms.

“Oh, how sweet, are you gonna make this easy for me, sugar?” He asked, with a laugh that you might’ve found charming a little while ago. “I’ve been wanting to make you mine since I first came across your student profile. I was the one that suggested you, did you know that? Imagine my surprise when they actually put you right into my hands. Don’t you worry darlin’, I’m gonna make this nice for both of us.”

The way he spoke should’ve triggered more red flags for you, more fear, more something - but you couldn’t feel anything. You were pretty much numb to the outside world. Though your vision was blurry and everything sounded like it was underwater, you were still very much conscious. Conscious, but a prisoner of your own mind.

Suga pulled you closer to his body, pleased that you sunk into his warmth, even if it wasn’t of your doing. “Did you enjoy your coffee?” He questioned, not surprised when he received nothing in reply. He laughed softly to himself and slipped one arm under your legs, the other secured itself around your shoulder. He picked you up and walked over to the reading area he had in his classroom; there he laid you down on the low couch. 

You began to internally panic when he started undressing you; you knew what he said, but people say a lot of things they don’t mean. You tried to fight his advances, but the most you could do was turn your body slightly and groan. “No,” you whispered, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, “don’t want this.” Unfortunately for you, Sugawara wasn’t listening. No, he had you completely undressed and underneath him. 

You flinched when he raised his hand to your face, brushing away the hairs that had fallen out of place and petting softly at your cheek. “You’re so lovely,” you heard him say, though you wish you hadn’t. He continued in this way for a while. Running his hands over various parts of your body and cooing softly at you in a way one would to their lover. He stopped once his hands made their way to your hips, and he kneaded the flesh there. You frowned and tried to twist your body away from his ministrations, and almost immediately you were rewarded. Whatever he gave you must not have been very strong, because while your movement was weak, it was still there.

Just when you thought things were starting to look up, you heard him say, “you should start coming back to yourself soon, I made sure to give you a low dose. Until then, let’s give you an orgasm or two, yeah?” The blood in your veins turned to ice and you began to shake your head as hard as you could. Maybe if he could see that you didn’t want it, he would stop? Instead, he spread your legs, and sat between them; judging by the look on his face, he was extremely pleased with whatever he saw.

“God, you’re soaked.” You were able to pick up his whisper, but just barely. It made no sense to you, you were terrified, there was no way in hell your body was providing an aroused response. Once again, you were proved wrong when his thumb petted at and spreaded your folds gently, eliciting from you the most wanton moan you had ever made. It shook you right to your very core. Whatever he gave you was causing this reaction - this sensitivity. It had to be.

You wanted to panic when Suga laid on his stomach; you immediately knew his intention was to eat you out. What would he gain from this? Why was he doing this to you? Neither of these questions were answered, instead you gasped when you felt his tongue dip into you. The way he ate you out was entirely selfish, but still managed to feel amazing. It seemed that his primary goal was to drink up as much of your essence as possible from the way he kept pressing his tongue into you and groaning at the taste. You were almost relieved that he wasn’t actually trying to get you off - maybe you could walk away from this encounter with a little bit of dignity? Whatever entity was listening to your thoughts that day must have hated you because almost immediately, his tongue shifted courses.

Suga pressed his appendage flat against you and dragged it up to your throbbing clit. He must’ve been feeding off of your reactions because as soon as you whimpered, he closed his lips around it and sucked hard. The bastard smirked against you when you cried out at the stimulation. He continued to drag his tongue against you, starting at your entrance and flicking his tongue at your clit. The rhythm he picked up was sinister in the way it had made your legs shake. He introduced a finger in your soaked entrance right when your thighs were tightening around his shoulders, and he wasted no time sinking it into your heat. 

That added stimulation was all you needed for your first orgasm to wash over your body. Your thighs squeezed his shoulders and your cunt his finger. You almost didn’t notice that your body jerked a little stronger than before; the drugs were finally starting to wear off. You didn’t say or do anything, hoping to keep this secret to yourself while your chest heaved. Sugawara wasn’t going to let you catch your breath, it seemed. Not even a minute after your first orgasm had taken hold over your body, his finger - excuse me, fingers - started to move within you once again. You whimpered and twitched, whining “too much,” and attempting to bat his hand away. He only chuckled and continued to leisurely finger you, enjoying the warm, wet feel of your walls. Suga crooked his fingers up and made a beckoning motion, immediately reducing you to a babbling puddle. 

As soon as he found that spot inside of you, he abused it - pressing his fingers into it and rubbing relentlessly. Around the same time, he had dipped his head back down and began to lap at your overstimulated clit again, causing your body to jerk without your consent. It was all too much for you to handle. Not long after the first one, a second orgasm began to build in your core, though this one felt different. There was more of a pressure behind this one. To your horror, Suga pulled away from you with a grin and immediately began thrusting his fingers into that spongy patch repeatedly and harsh. You wailed and tugged at his wrist, hoping to make him stop, but nothing was going to stop him now that he was determined. With one hand pistoning into you, and the other reaching up to thumb at your clit, your end was nearing fast. After one more calculated thrust, you squirted all over his fingers, soaking his lap and the couch. Taking mercy on your poor, spent body, he withdrew his fingers from your cunt and leaned down to press a soft kiss to your sternum. 

It took a while for your mind and body to catch up with each other, but eventually free movement came back and the haze of pleasure lifted from your mind. You arrived in the present to find Sugawara cooing at you and whispering sweet words, his hands creating a warm path along your sides. “There’s my girl,” you heard him say, obviously pleased with the mess he made of you. “How are you feeling?” He asked, his voice soft.

“You drugged me,” you accused, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth.

“Details sweetheart, details. How do you feel?”

“Exhausted. Warm. Kinda fuzzy in the head - wait no! This was not consensual!”

“Yes it was,” he quipped, confusing your still hazy mind. “And if you argue that it wasn’t, I have everything here recorded. It would be a shame if you lost your scholarship after your mentor at Karasuno found porn of you online.”

All of the pieces slowly started falling into place. With every word he spoke, dread returned to your body. He was blackmailing you. “What do you want from me?” You asked, body and mind tired from the extraneous activities. “I obviously don't have money.”

“Let me do this. Let me pleasure you. All I want is for you to lay back and let me have you,” his words seemed suspect, but his eyes spoke of honesty. Against your better judgement, you nodded. Sugawara beamed at you, his sunshine smile slowly melting away the fear that should’ve stayed in place. “One more thing?” He said, flipping you onto your stomach and raising your hips, “call me Daddy.”

#tw: noncon #tw: drugging #tw: dark content #sugawara kōshi #sugawara koshi x reader #sugawara fic #sugawara smut #haikyuu suga #haikyuu sugawara #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq #dilf sugawara #boom speed run #thank you again biscuit #you have my gratitude and love #this was fun to write #but never again with #i cant do it this close to a deadline lmao

[starks-hero]

Right a Wrong || Part Two

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You help Bucky make amends and things start to look up for the both of you.

Word Count: 2,800

Warnings: angst, fluff, tfatws spoilers! 1×06

a/n: A few people were interested in a second part to Right a Wrong and the finale gave me a little inspiration so ta da! :) This fic can be read as a stand alone but I'll link part one for anyone that's interested. A little rushed so all mistakes are my own. Spoilers below!

|| Part One ||

*gif not mine*

Bucky didn't sleep on the floor anymore, or the couch. Since being with you, falling asleep in a bed had become his new normal. But it was strange. It was soft and warm and comfortable. In a way, it felt wrong. Bucky didn't deserve something this homely or domestic. When he lay down on the silk sheets he felt like they were going to swallow him whole. Or that he'd sink right through the mattress and into the cold floor. It had been so long since he'd slept in a bed his body was completely unaccustomed to the soft, plush bedding beneath him, his back had long since grown used to the stiffness of the floorboards.

In fact, the night you both left the Wilson's and stayed in a somewhat decent hotel together was the first night Bucky had slept in a bed in months. Longer than he cared to admit. But amidst the strangeness of it all, there was you.

His discomfort at the foreign feeling of laying in a soft bed dispersed the moment you crawled in next to him. He'd pulled you to his chest, arms wrapping around you whilst you clung to his side, hands laying lazily across his stomach. And for the first time in years, Bucky fell asleep peacefully. It was the best night of sleep he'd gotten since before the war.

And he owed it all to you.

Buckys feelings for you had only grown stronger since that day you agreed to go with him. Since then he'd sworn that he'd never met anyone as loving or caring as you in his lifetime.

You didn't run, you didn't leave him. When the nightmares came you stayed. You would gently coax him awake and calm his waking mind with soft words of comfort when the night terrors left him terrified and confused. You held him, gently running your hands down his body and through his hair, not showing any disdain for where man met metal. And when you gently kissed the side of his head Bucky swore he was prepared to forgive everyone that had ever wronged him if they had played a part in bringing him to you.

His nightmares had also declined in the time that you two were together, as did most of his self deprecating thoughts. Of course, they didn't go away entirely. But you helped him where you could and understood when you couldn't. You knew that despite how much you wanted to, you couldn't love his demons away. And Bucky loved you all the more for accepting that.

Over the course of a few weeks, when the dust had finally settled after the Flag Smashers attack on the GRC HQ in New York, both you and Bucky focused on the names in the book that Bucky could now recite in order without even glancing at the page. When you'd asked him where he wanted to start, one name immediately leapt to the forefront of his mind. And that name is exactly what had led you both to the quaint apartment block tucked away in the corner of New York City.

"I can't do this." Bucky's voice was timid as you both stood outside the apartment complex. He swallowed and turned to you helplessly.

"Yes, you can." You gently took his hand in yours.

This was it. The first name on Bucky's list. Yori Nakajima. You were both aware that the first was going to be the hardest. But now that you were actually here, standing in front of the home of the elderly man who'd lost his son at the hands of the winter soldier, it suddenly seemed all too real and just a little bit impossible. Bucky's stomach tied itself in a knot.

"No, I can't. I can't." He said through laboured breaths. He shook his head as he paced in front of you. "I can't tell him. I can't watch what that will do to him. I can't-" Bucky's breathing began to grow erratic.

"Hey." You quickly stepped in, stopping his relentless pacing and holding his face in your hands. "It's okay, you're okay." You softly shushed him. "Bucky, you can do this. You have to."

He sighed, calming slightly beneath your touch. "I'm guessing I have to do it alone, too. Don't I?" He asked and you nodded sympathetically. Your thumb caressed his cheek, tracing the stubble along his jaw. As much as you wanted to be there with him you knew he had to do this part alone.

"You can do this."

Bucky smiled softly at your words despite the growing fear in his eyes. He gently caught your wrist and moved your hand to his mouth, placing a tender kiss to your palm.

"Okay," he said quietly and turned to glance at the door of the building. He exhaled slowly.

"I'll be waiting right here," you comforted and he acknowledged you with a curt nod. His hand slipped from yours as he headed inside and you watched him go, your heart in your throat.

Time seemed to drag on forever as you waited, nervously toying with your hands. Bucky had been gone for a little under forty minutes and you couldn't tell if that was a good or bad sign. You tried to convince yourself that everything was fine but your mind kept reminding you of the worst possible scenario and what that might mean for Bucky.

You bit down on your lip as you impatiently shuffled your feet. You watched the crowds pass as you stood out of the way of the busy street, leaning against the wall of the alley next to the apartments.

After a few more painfully long moments you saw him amongst the crowd. Bucky's expression was unreadable as he stopped in front of you and you couldn't tell if things had gone well or not. He almost seemed to be in a state of shock.

"Bucky," you tried timidly and he looked up at you. There were tears building in his eyes.

"He forgave me." He managed hoarsely. The frenzy of emotions he was experiencing was evident in his expression. It was almost as if he didn't know whether to laugh with joy or cry. You wordlessly pulled him to you and he welcomed your embrace.

"You did it, Buck," you muttered as you comfortingly ran your hands along his back and he clung to you like a lifeline. "You did it."

He pulled away to look at you, still slightly teary-eyed but features now flooded with relief. The weight of the world seemed to have been lifted from his shoulders and a small smile found its way to his lips as he looked at you in disbelief

You pulled the small red book from your pocket, where it had been stowed away for safekeeping, and Bucky nodded. You were the only one Bucky trusted enough to share it with. You handed the tattered notebook to him and he turned the pages in a flimsy, disorganised motion, his fingers shaking slightly. Pulling a pencil from his pocket, Bucky's smile widened as he drew a line through 'Nakajima'.

He traced the faded name with his thumb one last time before glaring at the multiple other names and initials jot down on the paper.

"What now?" He asked as he glanced down at the open book in his hand.

You shrugged. "One down."

Bucky huffed, shoving the book back into his pocket with a surprising level of caution. "Only a dozen more to go."

"Still, it's a start." You smiled, gently placing your hand against his shoulder and dragging it down his arm.

He smirked, catching your waist and pulling you into him. He captured your lips in a kiss, ignoring the fact that the street was still bustling with people a few feet away from you both. Bucky wasn't always the biggest fan of PDA, mostly because it wasn't exactly encouraged to be all that affectionate in public back in the forties. But this was different. This was you and him and in light of what had just happened, he didn't care who saw. He was going to kiss you as much as he damn wanted to.

"Thank you," he muttered against your lips, slipping his hand into yours as you both stepped out onto the busy street.

"You've got to stop saying that." You shook your head and Buckys hand only tightened around your own.

"Why?" He tilted his head with a bemused smirk.

"Because I told you," you grinned, pulling him closer to you so your shoulders brushed. "You don't have to say thank you, not to me."

Bucky didn't answer, truth was he was at a complete loss for words. He just offered you a loving smile as he wondered how he got so damn lucky.

It had been a few weeks since the final name had been crossed off the list. Some had taken their toll on Bucky more than others, but now it was finally complete and Bucky once again experienced that wonderful feeling of being freed. This time not from trigger words, but from burdens he'd been forced to carry.

Things were finally looking up for you both. You'd managed to carve out your own unique sense of normality. And as both you and Bucky worked in the kitchen of your shared apartment on a particular Saturday afternoon, your new normal seemed to include watching the worlds most deadly ex-assassin baking a cake.

"And you're sure we couldn't have just bought one?" You asked, trying and failing to hide a smirk as you glanced at Bucky's handiwork. The cake was lopsided and the icing Bucky was currently covering it in seemed to be its only saving grace.

"Of course not, doll. Where's the fun in that." Bucky stated plainly. However, given your earlier attempt at cake baking, it would turn out that Buckys idea of fun involved throwing flour and eggs at each other and then making out on the tabletop whilst the cake overcooked in the oven.

But you didn't complain. You were just glad to see him so happy and carefree after everything.

He plastered a finishing layer of cream over the cake, looking awfully pleased with himself as he held it up for you to see with a proud smirk.

You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle your laughter.

"Get cleaned up." You ordered, motioning to his flour-covered henley. "Sam told us to be there by five o'clock. We're going to be late."

Bucky nodded dismissively as he sucked the stray icing from his fingers, making a point to keep eye contact with you as he did so. He smirked knowingly. Purposely pissing you off just to get a reaction out of you was just too much fun, he couldn't resist it.

"Problem, doll?" He asked and you wordlessly crossed the room and kissed his stupid smirk right off his stupid mouth. His mischievous grin only widened as he moaned against you. The sweet taste of icing lingered on his lips.

"Nope, no problem." You swiped your thumb across the corner of his mouth once you pulled back, wiping away the last of the icing. "You just had a little something on your lips."

He grinned down at you, heart full. You were going to be the death of him but god would he die a happy man if that were the case.

It took every ounce of control and willpower he possessed but he masterfully with-held the urge to shove you against the nearest surface and instead did as he was told, heading upstairs to change with one last peck to your cheek.

Ten minutes later and you were both on the road, cake securely strapped into the back seat of the car. The apartment you and Bucky were staying in was only a short drive away from the Wilson's and Sam was right, the people in the town really were the most welcoming in the world. You and Bucky had never felt more at home.

As Bucky parked the car on the dock, Cass and AJ were the first to greet you, ambushing Bucky. You smiled fondly as you watched him goof around with the boys before greeting everyone already at the cookout. Both boys then turned their attention to you, almost tackling you to the ground with the strength of their hugs. You couldn't quite put it into words, but there was something about how AJ rambled on so fondly about how Uncle Sam had set a place for you and Bucky at their table that made you feel more at home than ever before. Dinner itself was filled with laughter and shared stories. You did sit with the Wilson's, Bucky and Cass sitting to your left and right with Sam, Sarah and AJ sitting across from you. It was perfect. Between the bad jokes and the arguments over things as simple as the salt and pepper, it all blended together into the perfect mess of domestic bliss.

You glanced at Bucky who was smiling widely and laughing as he told a story to both boys who looked to him as if he were explaining the secrets of the universe. He was relaxed, unburdened and above all else, happy. He looked like he had finally found a home, a family.

As the meals were finished and things quietened down, you helped Sarah and Sam clean everything up. Then once everything was done, you simply sat and enjoyed the atmosphere. There was music being played, people dancing, and a little off to your left you could see Bucky. AJ and another kid were comedically hanging from his metal arm. Playful smiles were adorning all their faces. Who knew the worlds deadliest assassin had no issue with being a jungle gym if it meant making kids smile?

"I told you. Didn't I tell you?"

You turned and found Sam grinning behind you. He motioned to you and then Bucky.

"I've never seen him like this, so happy. Feels like I'm looking at the old Bucky Steve use to talk about." He said and you beamed.

"Yeah. He's come so far, crossed off every name in his book. I guess he finally feels like he can move on now."

Sam's elated expression softened as he glanced between you and Bucky again.

"I guess we've got you to thank for that, huh?" He playfully elbowed you in the side but his voice was nothing short of genuine. You laughed and shook your head, pushing back into him.

"I didn't do anything, it was all him. I just stood by."

"That's exactly why it's you I should thank." Sam smiled. Both of your gazes fell back on Bucky who seemed to have started a rather competitive game of tag among the kids he was surrounded by. "You stood by him no matter how bad it got. Not a lot of people would do that. Hell, not a lot of people have done that for him. I don't want to think about what could have happened if he didn't have you."

You nodded solemnly, eyes not leaving Bucky.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere so you don't have to worry about that."

Sam nodded with a grin, clasping a hand down on your shoulder. "Glad to hear it. But we should probably stop staring at him now, it's getting creepy, people are going to start asking questions."

You laughed at Sam's comment, muttering a quiet 'Copy that, Cap' as he headed back over to Sarah. As the sun began to set beneath the waves, most of the guests began to take their leave and head home. However, you and Bucky strayed away from the main party for a little time alone. You stood on the dock overlooking the water, Bucky behind you with his arm around your waist and planting kiss after kiss to your neck.

You couldn't explain the warmth that spread within you as you both watched the sun go down. But this was all you'd ever wanted. Bucky pulled you closer against him, opting to use his new vantage point to gingerly kiss your cheek.

"I love you," he sighed, resting his chin against your shoulder. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

You grasped his hand and laid back against him, counting your lucky stars that you'd both made it to where you were at that moment.

"I love you too."

He grinned at your words and held you close as he looked out over the golden waves and setting sun. He was finally home.

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[ghostly-creator]

Hello! May I ask for more details about Val's and Angel Dust's relationship in the SpiderPimp au?

Angel isn't a great person, he's an overlord. He has a kink for dominating people larger than him, whether they want to or not...and most people fold when offered a large sum of money, sadly Val was one of those people.

let's explore, shall we? (p.s. this kinda is a small fanfiction, so sorry if its cringe)

TW!!!- mentions of s.a, gaslighting, toxic relationships and trauma

Val has been a male stripper for a while, not the worst but not very popular. He's fine with it; even if the women got more attention, he didn't mind, he still enjoyed his job, a lot actually! When he had customers, he loved the feeling of being wanted, he loved feeling sexy, he loved the high it gave him! But not many fans means not much money, and Val has bills to pay. This was made worse because he was a month late on rent and getting desperate.

One night, when his shift was finished, and he said goodbye to his coworkers, Val started to panic. This was the due date he had to get rent in by, and he still didn't have enough! This would be the night he dies for sure! Perhaps he should take a different route to his apartment to bide some time? Val thought that was a good idea and proceeded to take a route he knew led back home but took longer.

Walking wasn't so bad; it calmed his nerves and let him enjoy the new scenery. But those pleasant thoughts were disturbed when a limousine pulled up next to him. Who was this? Was he going to be mugged? Irrational as the thought was, it still permitted in his mind, Val could take whoever this was; he's a big man and relatively strong too, so it should be fine.....right?

Then the window slid down, as a feminine, well dressed....woman? Presented themself,

"Well, well, well~ what do we have here?" the mystery person called

'OH SWEET SATAN, THAT'S A MAN', Thought Val in a state of shock 'wait, oh no- this can't be- is that-?'

"The name's Angel Dust, but you already know that, didn't you?~" Smirking, Angel leaned out of the window, presenting his boob fluff. "What's a big, strong sinner like you doing out in my territory this late~."

Val was in shock; all this time, he lived near the territory of THE Angel Dust? How dumb was he that he didn't realize it? And....was Angel trying to seduce him? thoughts kept popping in his mind until-

"Come on! I don't have all night- what's your name anyway?~" Angel spat out impatiently before going back to a softer tone.

"Valentino- Sir! My friends call me Val," he sputtered, standing alert and uneasy.

"Val, huh?~ Well, what about potential lovers?~ I'm sure men and women alike would be scrambling all over themselves to get. a. piece. Of. YOU~" Angel growls, excited to take a slice of Val...excited to break Val. "I know I do~ how about you and I head back to my studio so we can... well, I'm sure a smart man such as yourself could figure it out~."

Val was still in shock. Is this really happening? "I'm so sorry, Mr Dust, but I really-"

"I'll pay you, handsomely even! Whatever you need, I'll pay it."

Angel's voice was impatient and antsy, his eyes like a starving predator. Whatever he needed? If he did this, Val could have his rent be set for years! Plus extra!... but he'd never prostituted himself before...he honestly wasn't that comfortable with it; Val HAD had sex before, but that was different. It was purely for enjoyment back then, and selling his body? To someone with red flags that reached heaven? This was incredibly uncomfortable...but he needed the money, and he missed the pleasure of a good fuck...

"I- ....Alright"

Throwing caution to the wind and with a low voice, he agreed. Angel had been visibly pleased by this and slowly motioned Valentino to enter the limo. Then off they went, I mean...its Hell, right? Surely nothing else will come of it?

But even weeks later, Valentino didn't feel happy about that night. He was upset and felt disgusted with himself and blamed himself for even agreeing to it. Not even the reassurance from his best friend, Baxter, could help. His body, something he used to be incredibly proud of, now dirtied by the webs or a spider.

The spider... Angel, huh? What dogshit. He was no angel, more like a ravenous beast that couldn't be quelled. That night was so violent that not even the Prince of Lust would look at it pleasurably. But these feelings would subside, Val would go back to his previous life, scraping by but loving it nonetheless.

But it didn't stop. Angel had kept coaxing Val back to the studio with promises of fortune and fame, eventually making Val quit his job and work for Angel's Studio. The times Val tried to leave, Angel would say things like:

"Vallypoo~ You love me, right? you wouldn't leave me, RIGHT?"

or

"After all I'VE done for you? I got you out of that shitty job! I made you one of the most POPULAR pornstars in hell! I. FUCKING. MADE, YOU!"

Val was trapped, helpless; the only thing to bring him any joy was drugs and stripping, but neither had the same high it used to.

'This is it', he thought 'this is what the rest of my eternity is gonna be like...' even in his head, his voice was broken...

Until he was approached by a very interesting couple looking to create a hotel of redemption.

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[marshmallowprotection]

Write something self indulgent, coward (affectionate)

When his eyes met hers, she knew that that sensation that crawled down her spine wasn't a good one.

Ray was lovely in concept and even more comforting to imagine when she was very scared and lonely. When she felt so lost and hurt about the world. She saw herself in those vulnerable parts of him but being here, underneath his intoxicating and intense gaze left her feeling uneasy.

There was no explanation that she could give him to explain her circumstance, however.

How could she?

Would you believe anyone who was found unconscious on the outskirts of your cult of all things with a cell phone that held information on it with things that they shouldn't be aware of whatsoever?

Would you question reality or their sanity?

When awoke from however long she'd been sleeping, she was surprised to find herself in a dark room, laid back on a couch that didn't feel familiar.

She sat up and that's when she found herself in this situation, staring eye to eye to someone who was simply supposed to be a mere character in a game, not an actual person in the flesh.

She hurriedly rubbed at her eyes but no matter what she did, she could feel every touch and every motion. If it was a dream, it felt too real to be a dream.

His eyes seemed to glow under the blue lights from all the monitors. She couldn't help but gasp which drew his attention from the phone that he'd been staring at.

Her phone, she quickly realized.

There were a lot of flags tipping off in the back of her head and her stomach flopped with that feeling.

Out of everything she knew about Ray and poured her heart into about Ray, she knew it was only good in conceptual theory. Knowing someone as a character wasn't the same as being able to know a person, and that look in his eyes—

She knew that look very well and she knew what it meant. In a matter of seconds, she seemed to unpack her situation and how bad it was. She was in Mint Eye... she was with Ray, and Ray had her phone, which held all of the information to his life and the world around him.

That... it wasn't a good thing.

He was a hacker, too.

It didn't matter how good her passcode was. He likely broke into it to try and find information on why she was there. She wasn't a believer... she wouldn't have papers or IDs with them.

It'd leave him to check the phone, likely assuming that she was a spy or with his father. But, the sole fact that he hadn't said anything...

Now, that was the off-putting factor.

"Did you sleep well," his voice broke the silence as they maintained eye contact with each other. "You know, I hope so. I found you laying outside, in the gardens, all by yourself."

When he stood from his chair, she wanted to sink back into the fabric she was sitting on. She wanted to curl up on that couch and go into the darkness. She knew how dangerous Ray could be when he got it into his head that he wanted something.

That darkened look in his eyes slowly shifted into something saccharine. It made her heart flutter, dangerously. In many ways, it was her weakness. To be desired enough that someone would throw the world away just for you.

But that wasn't truly what Ray wanted to do. He didn't want to hurt others. It would kill him if he actually beat the RFA. She didn't have time to consider that or think about that. He was moving so fast that she couldn't think straight.

Ray kept talking, her phone was tucked away in his pocket as he strode across the room, "I assumed you to be a believer that got lost after their ceremony, but... to my surprise, and you're not a believer at all. In fact, you are... something else entirely."

She swallowed. Her voice wasn't listening to her and she opened her mouth, but words didn't follow. It was empty. What could she even say to him right now? What did he see? What did he know?

Ray paused as he stopped in front of her, leaning down to invade her space second by second, his hand reaching forward to grasp at her chin and nudge it back so she'd met his eyes. It was tender but very firm.

She'd looked at him with that deer in the headlights expression. His face was unreadable, but sheer intensity alone made her shiver.

"I don't know how to feel about this. You knowing everything about me, that is. Yet, you invoke such beautiful words of understanding of my pain and of my life. You seem to know me better than I know myself," his breath fanned against her cheek. "I never thought that the heavens were real, but they sent me an angel... an angel to help me finalize my revenge on that liar and that traitor."

"You understand me, you know everything that I've been trying to do, and you know what I want more than anything... I've seen it. I've read it. I never thought someone could care for someone like me, but... hahaha... hahahaha... I'm sorry, this must be very-very overwhelming, princess. I'm getting ahead of myself, but my heart is beating is so fast, and... all I can think about is how I've been given you, and all of these secrets..."

Her heart dropped as he leaned a little closer, the space between them shrinking by the minute.

"My heart is beating so fast... nobody's ever understood me the way you do. I'll admit... it was frightening at first to realize that someone can know so much about you but... you understand me. You know what I want. You've put care into knowing me... better than I know myself. All I see now... I see it now... I see what I've been given. You've handed me the keys to paradise by coming to me."

"You know everything... you know how to win... you've given me this blessing. I see it now, it's like a fairytale, isn't it, princess? I've never felt this confident before, but I've never had someone like you etch words of my goals so clearly the way you do... hahaha... hahaha."

"I don't even feel upset anymore that you know everything about me because I realize that this isn't wrong... this was always meant to be, princess."

"My heart... I've never felt this alive. Is this the power of your words? We may have just met for the first time... but I know it... I know it... I know it... you're the one... you're the one. You're the one that I've been looking for to help me achieve paradise. You've seen it, you've seen all of my past, present, and future. You've etched it. You've given it to me and protected me."

"When my Savior hears about our guaranteed success to paradise... she'll let me keep you," her stomach twisted when he said it like that. Ray wrapped her hands with his, that look in his eyes left her head spinning.

Keep you.

"Wouldn't you like that? Oh, no... of course, you would. I've seen it. You want me to keep you. You're just like me... you're obsessed... you know this thundering feeling of desire... and you want me to win... you want me to be strong..."

Her words twisted in her throat as she managed, "R—R—Ray, wait."

His lips curled into a smile that seemed to cement her fate. "That settles it, then, doesn't it? The paradise ahead... it can be... truly our paradise... you painted a wonderful picture. Don't you want to let me create it? I know you do... why else would God bring you to me? Why else would he bring me an oracle who sees my vision? Who sees exactly what I desire?"

"Why else would you come to me? Why else would this happen? It's a sign... it's a sign of our victory. I can't wait... I can't wait... so, let me know what you're feeling, Kaitlyn. Because... I've seen into your heart but now I want to hear it in your voice... this fairytale you've spun me, I'll make it mine."

#danger ray #thy spicy #ask #mod kait #self insert #ray choi #choi ray

[sithmyass]

Crazy in Love - Obi Wan Kenobi

Warnings: Literally porn my guys. Do not read if youre under 18, this is literally the smuttiest shit ive ever written.

All for you, @sarcastic-bubble 😘

Alluring. You looked in the mirror and alluring was the only word to come to mind. Your silk blue evening gown flowing down your legs, your curls draping over your shoulders, the diamond necklace he gave you placed perfectly between the valley of your breasts. You knew it was wrong.. everything about the whole situation was, but you couldn’t care. The attention.. his attention was intoxicating, addicting. You leaned down to slip your heels on, allowing your hand to linger up the length of your leg. You couldn’t help but imagine that it was his hand, wish oh so desperately for it to be his hand, but alas.

Your heels clicked deliciously against the marble flooring of the ballroom, all eyes on you as you made your way through the enormous double doors. If you hadn’t been wearing the mandatory masquerade mask, you may have walked out of the room before even getting your start. But with the mask, the dress, his diamond around your neck.. To say you felt like a goddess was an understatement. You felt ethereal, untouchable. You made your way towards the bar, finding an empty stool to stand near. You flag down the bartender and order an Outer Rim; silver tequila, acai liqueur, lime juice, pure cane sugar, black salt and exotic fruit purée. As your drink is brought to you, you begin to sense a lurking presence. You chose to ignore it, and instead take a sip of your drink, the alcohol burning its way down your throat.

“Did you dress up just for me, Kitten?” His voice so close to your ear sent shivers down your spine, you knew who it was immediately. He allows one of his arms to snake its way around your hip, the other coming around to play with the diamond necklace. “I see the gift I got you fits well..” You remain silent, allowing his hands to roam your body as they please. “Aww, is my Kitten being shy? Tsk tsk tsk..” He allows the hand that was toying with your necklace to slide down your body to find its way between the slit of your dress, making for easy access. “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting. Everyone else thinks so too, half the men at this bar can’t keep from undressing you with their eyes..” You bite your lip gently as he whispers in your ear, breath fanning across your cheek.

“I bet you think you’re real cute, letting these men eye fuck you, Kitten. Maybe I should take you right here to prove to them who you belong to.” His fingers make their way gently to your core, ghosting their way down your mound. “No panties? Maker, you’re just asking to get it.” He slips two fingers into your soaked cunt with ease, eliciting a quiet mewl from your lips. “Sh sh sh.. you don’t want anyone hearing, do you?” He teases, moving his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, hitting your g-spot expertly. You lull your head back against his shoulder, using everything you have inside of you to not scream his name at the top of your lungs. “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking..” He places a sloppy kiss to your shoulder blade before removing his fingers from your core.

“C’mon Kitten, before someone sees and tells someone about us..” He comments, taking your smaller hand in his as he leads you out of the ballroom. Once it’s just the two of you alone in the long hallway, you pull your mask from your face. Obi Wan does the same as you reach the elevator, his eyes dark with lust. He would have jumped you right then and there, had the elevator not arrived when it did. You step in first, leaning your back against the cool wall, hoping to alleviate your burning desire for the man across from you. You open your eyes to see Obi Wan sucking your arousal from his fingers. “Truly a delicacy.” He comments as the elevator door opens to what is presumably his floor. As he takes your hand and leads you down the long hall, you finally get a good look at the man at your side. All black suit, shirt, and tie, the only accent of color his Mediterranean blue eyes.

You stop at a door, number 6897. Top floor, penthouse. Only the best for him. He opens the door, leading you into the dark room. He flicks on a small lamp, illuminating the almost entirely glass room. He takes notice of your expression and finds himself smirking at you as he shrugs his jacket off, throwing it across the room to grab your attention. He beckons you towards him with one finger silently. You follow his orders, moving towards him, dress flowing around your legs, your slit threatening to reveal your most intimate parts. Your lips find his as soon as you’re within reach, your teeth gnashing against his. He bites down on your bottom lip before pulling away, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Take that pretty little dress of yours off for me, Kitten.” He demands, sitting back on his elbows as he sees you slip one of the thin strings down your arm. “That’s it, nice and slow, baby.” He praises, watching intently as you undress yourself, dress pooling around your ankles, leaving you naked before him. He runs his hand over his jaw as he drinks you in, letting out a shallow breath. He sits up, and leans forward to take your hips in his calloused hands. “Are you going to be good from now on, Kitten?” He asks, his thumbs running over the soft skin of your waist. “Yes.. I mean, yes Sir.” You correct yourself, earning a smile from Obi. “That’s my girl..” He begins, taking a moment to look your body up and down. “Now. Suck on my fingers, babygirl, get them nice and wet for me so I can finish what I started at the bar.” You nod eagerly, getting down onto your knees before him, allowing him to slip his three middle fingers between your lips.

You swirl your tongue around his fingers, coating them in your saliva, never once breaking eye contact. When he feels content, he removes his fingers from your lips and helps you up onto the bed. “Get comfortable, Kitten.. I’m not stopping ‘til my jaw hurts.” He says, but it sounds more like a promise. He pulls a pillow from the head of the bed and slips it under your head, allowing you to get comfortable. He unbuttons his shirt in the meantime, untucking it from his waistband, allowing it to hang loosely on his shoulders.

Obi Wan slips off the edge of the bed before parting your legs with his hands on your knees. “You look good all soaking wet, can’t wait to get a taste.” He mumbles before leaning forward, allowing his tongue to explore your slit before slipping his three fingers inside of you, all while beginning his assault on your clit. He begins to pump his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, while his tongue dances the alphabet. You arch your back up, grinding up into his face, begging for more. He snickers against your core, and looks up at you from between his lashes.

“Look at you, grinding against my face. You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?” He taunts, allowing his breath to fan over you as he speeds up his fingers, earning a moan from you. “Thought so.” Seemingly out of nowhere, a switch flips in Obi Wan and he finds himself fingering you faster, while devouring your cunt at a vicious pace. Maybe it was the moans his speed earned from you, or maybe it was how badly he wanted you to come undone on his tongue, but he couldn’t bring himself to slow down.

As soon as he felt your legs beginning to close around his head, and the uncontrollable shaking, he knew he’d be getting his wish soon. He kept up his speed, almost groaning against you as he pushed you over the edge for the first time tonight. He obscenely lapped up all of your juices, not even allowing a single drop to go to waste. He pulls his head from between your legs to see your blissed out figure, panting on the bed. He crawls over you, bringing his lips to your ear. “We’ve just barely started, Kitten..” He nips at your earlobe as he pulls away to gauge your reaction, which was shock, and this amused him.

He slowly reached down towards your core once more, his fingers ghosting over your sensitive nub, causing your body to jolt from the overbearing pleasure. “Think you can handle another?” He questions, as if you actually had a choice. He flips the two of you over, you now on top. “Come sit on my face, Kitten.” He coaxes, guiding your hips to his desired place above his lips. “Could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner..” He mumbles before sucking your clit between his lips once again. The pleasure was almost too much to handle, and he knew it. Each time you tried to move away, he’d hold your hips down firmer against his mouth. He’d make you grind down against him, his beard adding extra stimulation to your most sensitive spot.

“Obi.. I.. I..” You stutter before your vision turns white, and the shock of another orgasm racks through your already tired body. He lifts you up off his face, allowing you to lay against the mattress once more. “No more.. I can’t..” You plead, aftershocks making your body jolt every few seconds. He gently takes your hand in his. “You can..” He places a kiss to your knuckles. “And you will..”

He smiles down at you sweetly. “I want to fuck you up against the windows so everyone can see how good you take me..” He stands up off the bed, helping you to your feet. You nearly collapse, but Obi helps you over to the windows, allowing you to brace yourself against it. He runs his hand down your spine, leaving a small whack against your bum. “I wonder what your boyfriend would do if he knew what you were doing right now..” Obi muses, before sliding his entire length into your tight cunt from behind. You lean your forehead against the glass, taking a moment to adjust to his size before he decided it was time to move.

Before long, that moment had arrived. Obi grabbed your waist tightly, and began pulling you back to meet his thrusts, completely bottoming out each time. Gradually he sped up his thrusts, putting more and more force behind each one. He removed one of his hands from your hips and slid it around your throat, leaning forward to leave bruises in the flesh of your shoulders. “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat, Kitten..” He comments, allowing his grip to tighten slightly, enough to make your head spin. “Do you want to cum, pretty girl?” He asks, letting a few stray moans escape in between his words. You nod, not completely trusting your words at the moment. “I want to hear you beg for it, babygirl.” He demands, sucking a harsh mark into the supple skin of your neck. “P-Please, Sir.. I’m begging you, I’ll do whatever you want, please, just let me cum..” You beg desperately. “Scream my name. Scream my name and you can cum.” He whispers, allowing you to make your decision.

Without hesitation, Obi Wan’s name escapes your lips in the most pornographic scream he had ever heard, your release triggering his. He moans your name and buries is head in your shoulder, his cock as deep as it could possibly go, his seed coating your walls. He could see your fucked out body about to collapse to the floor, but swept you up into his arms before you could. He laid you gently against the mattress, helping you slide between the duvet. He crawled into the bed next to you, breathing heavily as he stared deeply into your eyes. “Don’t get too comfortable, Kitten, I’m hardly done with you for tonight.”

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[cheemingwan1234]

Kombatant Profile: Cure Yell (Mortal Kombat 11 x PreCure)

Here's the best mama of PreCure, Hana Nono/ Cure Yell of Hugtto! PreCure as a guest Kombatant in Mortal Kombat 11.

Hana Nono/ Cure Yell

Note, her facial model is based off an aged down version of Tricia Helfer, Mortal Kombat X's Sonya Blade's voice actress who would voice her English voice lines. Appearance wise, she would still be the same with the addition of a waist holster at the left side of her waist to hold her Melody Sword

Bio:

In her teen years, Hana Nono had a lot of adventures. Starting off with encountering Hariham Harry and Hugtan; survivors of a future frozen in time , she was thrust into the battles between the PreCures and Cirasu Corporation. Fighting as the Pretty Cure of High Spirts; Cure Yell, she led her team in the battles against Cirasu Corporation. In the battles that followed, she learnt about Hugtan's origin as Cure Tomorrow and her connection to both her and George Kurai ; the leader of Cirasu Corporation as her mother and his wife respectively . Eventually, they managed to restore the future that Hariham Harry and Hugtan came from and they returned to their normal lives.

It's been several years since the Hugtto! PreCures' battles and Hana Nono is living a normal life as an adult running a flower shop in Hagukumi City together with her husband; George Kurai and her daughter, Hagumi (aka Hugtan). All was well until one day, a mysterious woman appeared in her shop, identified herself as Kronika and kidnapped both her husband and her daughter and worse, turned her hometown into ruins . Hana was in despair until her Mirai Crystals and PreHeart shone brightly. Knowing that her daughter and husband were still alive, Hana inserted her transformation Mirai Crystal into her PreHeart and transformed into Cure Yell once more. Stowing away on a Special Forces expedition group, she travelled to Outworld to free her beloved from Kronika's grasp and restore her hometown.

Select Screen Animation: Cure Yell converts her cuffs into pom-poms then thrusts her arms into the air. She then converts them back into her cuffs and pulls out her Melody Sword from it's waist holster from the left side of her waist.

Gear: Melody Sword, Cuffs and Mirai Crystals.

Variations:

Hooray! Hooray! (Focuses on hand to hand combat and heart blasts)

High-Spirited (Melody Sword focused).

Criasu's Assets (Gains the ability to summon an Oshimada as an assist)

Johnny Cage Announcer Nicknames: "Yell", "Hooray! Hooray!", "Cheerleader" , "Cure Mom" , "Pink-haired Sonya" and "Mechokku!"

Skins: Default (based on her appearance in Hugtto! PreCure), Cheerful (Based on her Cheerful Style), Schoolgirl (based on her school uniform) , Ex (Mortal Kombat X Sonya themed skin)

Intros:

Cheering on Everyone: Cure Yell does her end of transformation pose.

Bitter Memories: Cure Yell looks at a photo of herself, George and Hagumi in happier times before putting it away.

Tact Inspection: Cure Yell inspects her Melody Sword before noticing the opponent.

Shopping List: Cure Yell inspects a long shopping list before noticing the opponent.

Outros:

Hooray! Yell!: Cure Yell does a cheerleading routine, spelling out H, P and C in semaphore flag signalling with her pom-poms.

Heart For You! Cure Heart pulls out her PreHeart, then uses it together with her pom-poms to fire a blast to the camera.

Selfie: Cure Yell takes a selfie with her PreHeart.

Happy Memories: Cure Yell pulls out a photo from her PreHeart pouch and looks at a photo of herself in her younger years together with her team in her hands.

Throws:

Hugyuu!: Cure Yell lifts and hugs the opponent in a bear hug powerful enough to break her opponent's spine. She then places the opponent back onto the ground, then punches them in the face to send the opponent sprawling onto the ground.

Yell In Your Face: Cure Yell grabs the opponent and performs Flower Shoot point blank in the opponent's face, knocking the opponent to the ground.

Fatal Blow: Pointy End Up.

Cure Yell fires off a blast using her Heart For You attack to stun the opponent, then executes a series of rapid fire punches on various parts of the opponent's body, bloodying and dazing them even further. She then removes her Melody Sword and places it on the ground such that the diamond tip is pointing up, then grabs and piledrives the opponent head-first onto her Melody Sword.

Fatalities:

Fatality 1: Heart Faced:

Cure Yell uses her Melody Sword to disembowel the opponent. As the opponent is trying to scoop his/her guts back in, Cure Yell gets behind the opponent and uses a point blank Heart For You! blast to blow off the opponent's face from the back of their head.

Fatality 2: Rip For You!:

Cure Yell uses Heart For You to fire off a blast right into the chest of the opponent, searing a heart shaped hole into the opponent's chest and exposing their spinal cord. She then grabs the opponent's spine and breaks it into two. She then hoists the opponent over her head. The opponent only has time to scream (usually word-lessely in horror, though Kollector would scream that he wants to hand in his resignation for his job), before Cure Yell uses the snapped-in-two spine as leverage to rip the opponent in half.

Brutalities:

1: The Klassic: Cure Yell uppercuts the opponent's head off.

2: Heart-ache!: Cure Yell fires off a blast from Heart For You that blows a heart shaped hole in the opponents's torso.

3: Mother's Fury!: Cure Yell kicks the opponent to the ground , jumps on their chest, then proceeds to beat the ever-living shit out of the opponent. She then delivers a overhead two handed punch that explodes the opponent's head.*

*Secret Brutality Variation: Against Cetrion, Kronika (if edited to allow Brutalities to be performed onto her) and Geras, Cure Yell actually yells out obscenities and insults against them while beating their faces in such as "You fucker!" , "You asshole!", "You'll die for kidnapping George and Hagumi!" and "I'll make sure this leaves a mark on you in every timeline!". Why? Because Cure Yell knows that Kronika and her servants were responsible for kidnapping her husband and daughter, so she has a massive bone to pick against them.

4: Literal Minded Cure Yell : Cure Yell clears her throat and proceeds to let out a scream that scares the muscles off the opponent and causes it to run away, leaving behind the skin of the opponent which collapses into a heap.

5: Should Have Kept The PreCure Sword: Cure Yell stabs the opponent in the abdomen with the Melody Sword, causing them to kneel. She then rips out the Melody Sword then projects an energy blade from the Melody Sword and uses it to behead the opponent.

6: Traum's Kompliments: Cure Yell pulls out a Oshimaida doll (yes, it's the same doll that Dr. Traum uses to summon a Oshimaida) and presses the button of the doll to cause an Oshimaida to drop in from offscreen and eat the opponent.

7: Flower Splatter: Cure Yell uses Flower Shoot to hit the opponent with a delayed reaction that causes the opponent's upper torso to explode and a bouquet of flowers to grow from the opponent's lower torso and legs.

8: Pom and Brainless: Cure Yell punches open a hole in the top of the opponent's head, removes one of her cuffs and inserts it into the newly created hole. She then wills the pom-pom to expand to it's full size, exploding the head of the opponent.

9: Flower Shoot!: Cure Yell fires off Flower Shoot from her Melody Sword to take off the opponent's legs. As the opponent tries to crawl towards Cure Yell, Cure Yell stomps on their head, crushing the opponent's head with the heel of her boot.

Brutality Taunts:

Give Me an F, Give Me a U! : Cure Yell turns her cuffs into pom-poms, then uses her pom-poms to semaphore signal the letters F and U*.

* Yes, Cure Yell is saying the internet abbreviation for 'Fuck You' with her arm motions.

List Check: Cure Yell pulls out a shopping list and uses her PreHeart to check off the list.

Brutality/ Round Win Lines:

"Hagumi, George, I will find you!"

"Mama will find you, Hagumi!"

"You will not harm my family!"

"You will not freeze our futures."

"Harm my family and friends and you will die!"

"Retribution is long due for what you and Kronika did to my family!" (Against Geras or Cetrion)

"You will not stand in my way of my search!"

"Harm my family, and you will pay!"

"Ever heard of the term, 'mama bear'?"

Friendship: Flower Bouquet:

Cure Yell uses Flower Shoot to create a field of flowers on the ground. She then presents a bouquet of roses to the camera after pulling them out from her PreHeart pouch.

Sample Interaction Lines (With Scorpion, Sonya Blade and Sindel )

"I've heard your loved ones were kidnapped."

"Indeed. I'm looking for them."

"That's comforting for you, my loved ones are dead!"

"So, you're a mother?"

"Yes, but you don't have to deal with your daughter being regressed into a baby."

"Indeed, I don't want that to happen to Cassie."

(If Sonya has the Cure Yell costume equipped)

"I did not know you are a fan of Pretty Cure!"

"Every mother has her secrets."

"And you have the same taste in costumes as well."

" Such a foolish mother."

"Sindel, you should have the same feelings as me towards your own daughter!"

"Kitana is not worthy of my care, Hana!"

Tower Ending:

"With Kronika defeated, Geras and Cetrion were horrified at the goals of Kronika when I enlightened them on what Kronika's aims actually were . They offered to feed themselves to the Hourglass to give it the capacity to run itself and atone for their crimes. But I stopped them and provided themselves a more productive alternative. In exchange for them releasing George and Hagumi and working with the Elder Gods to defend Earthrealm , I used one of my Mirai Crystals to grant the Hourglass the capacity to run itself, restoring my hometown and the Elder Gods that Kronika ordered executed in the process. Geras and Cetrion departed on good terms with me and I was reunited with my family.

"However, this restoration had a side effect. Initially unknown to me, Quan Chi has returned from the dead. One day, he kidnapped Hagumi right in front of me. I was furious and heard of Hanzo 'Scorpion' Hasashi , the leader of the Shirai Ryu ninja clan who has suffered most from the machinations of Quan Chi . I assembled my PreCure team and teamed up with the Shirai Ryu to hunt Quan Chi down with our combined resources . What does Quan Chi want by kidnapping my daughter? I do not know. But when we corner him, I will show him that the Netherrealm hath no fury than a mother scorned!"

#mortal kombat #hugtto precure #hana nono #cure yell #mortal kombat 11 #guest kombatant

[vergilthelibrarian]

Puppy.

Yandere!Jaemin x Male!Reader

In this story, popular It Boy Jaemin has a god complex but doesn’t know it

Enjoy ^^

Being the most popular guy at Uni came with it’s perks.

Everyone automatically trusted and respected you. Everyone loved and looked up to you.

But what happens when someone doesn’t even give you the time of day?

When someone isn’t as starstruck about you as everyone else?

Let’s find out shall we? ~~

A smile grew on Jaemin lips as he came up to you.

“You wanna be partners?” he asked and you looked up from the book you were reading.

You shrugged.

“Sure.” you said, your attention going back to the book.

Jaemin’s smile faltered a bit.

Why weren’t you flustered from him just talking to you? Everyone became flustered whenever he talked to them, he was the University’s resident ‘It Boy’ after all.

Taking a seat next to you, his eyes studied you as you read.

“What are you reading?” he asked, smiling slightly.

“A book.” was your answer.

“What’s the book about?”

“Things.”

Jaemin frowned slightly.

The reason why he asked to be your partner was because he felt bad that no one was talking to you. You were a loner to begin with, only having 3 friends max but Jaemin wanted to change that for some reason. Why did he want to do that? Because he was a kind man.

You put a bus card in your book, using it as a book marker, and closed the book.

You yawned a bit, turning your attention onto Jaemin who was lost in his own thoughts.

“So… what do you want to do partner?” you asked him.

You were in a theater class together as a minor, you taking it because it seemed interesting and Jaemin taking it because his friends were there.

Your professor had gave the class an easy assignment to start the semester.

Perform a scene from any play or musical of your choice.

“How about something romantic? Oh! Like Romeo and Juliet!” he said excitedly and you shook your head.

“Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy. Not a romance.” you told him. “But if that’s what you want to do then I  guess we can do it.”

“Okay… What scene should we do?”

“Let’s do the scene where they die.” you suggested and Jaemin shrugged.

“Okay.”

He got up and told the professor what scene you 2 were going to reenact and the professor approved.

~~

As you sat, eating your lunch, you looked up to see Jaemin and another guy sit opposite of you.

“Hey Y/n!” he said smiling at you and you only nodded at him.

“This is my friend, Jeno.” he said motioning towards the young man.

“Hi.” you said, feeling you cheeks warm slightly when Jeno smiled at you.

He was very handsome, you thought to yourself, looking away from him shyly.

“We didn’t discuss where we’re going to practice at in class so I was wondering where you wanted to practice at?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I always hangout at the garden so maybe we can practice there?” you suggested, turning your attention onto Jaemin who smiled.

“Alright, that sounds like a plan. Do you want to practice after school today?”

“Sure.”

“Is it alright if Jeno tags along?” he asked and you nodded.

“I don’t see why he can’t.”

Jaemin smiled brightly at you before saying goodbye and walking off, Jeno following behind him.

~~

“How oft when men are at the point of death

Have they been merry, which their keepers call

A lightning before death! O how may I

Call this a lightning? O my love, my wife,

Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath” Jaemin said as you laid on the grass, your eyes closed. This is the 3rd time you were practicing this scene and Jaemin wanted to get it right. He messed up a bit but was determined to perfect the scene even though you told him that you had a whole week to get the scene right.

Jeno watched as his friend read from the phone screen.

“Hath had no power yet upon they beauty:

Thou art not conquer’d, beauty’s ensign yet

Is crimson in they lips and in they cheeks,

And death’s pale flag is not advanced there.” as he read from the screen, trying to become use to the words, he walked around, pretending like as if he was talking to someone.

Then he dropped to his knees as he said,

“Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,

Why art thou yet so fair?” the back of his hand caressed your cheek.

“Shall I believe

That unsubstantial Death is amorous,

And that the lean abhorred monster keeps

Thee here in dark to be his paramour?”

He sighs.

“For fear of that, I still will stay with thee,

And never from this palace of dim night

Depart again. Here, here will I remain

With worms that are thy chambermaids; O,

here

Will I set up my everlasting rest,

And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars

From this world-wearied flesh, Eyes, look your

last!” his brown eyes glanced at your body.

“Arms, take your last embrace!” he picked up your limp body, hugging you, leaning back as he said:

“And lips, O you

The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss

A dateless bargain to engrossing death!” he leaned close for a kiss and you immediately opened your eyes, pushing him away, falling back to the ground as a result.

Jaemin looked at you confused and you looked away

“I uh… I never had my first kiss before okay?” you told him which caused him to laugh.

“Really? Why didn’t you tell me that?” he laughed at you and you slightly pouted.

“I don’t know? Mostly because I’m embarrassed that at my big age, I still haven’t had my first kiss...” you said, folding your arms.

Jaemin came up to you, a smirk on his lips as he said:

“Maybe I can change that?” and your cheeks warmed up as your eyes widen at him then quickly turning your head away.

Jaemin felt a rush at your flustered attitude.

This was what he wanted when he asked you to be his partner.

Getting up, Jaemin lend out a hand and helped you up from the ground.

“You look cute all shy like that.” he commented causing you to frown slightly.

“Well if we’re done, I’ll be going home.” you said, getting your bag and walking away.

“See you tomorrow!” Jaemin yelled and you didn’t respond back.

He looked at Jeno.

“He’s a cutie right?” and Jeno just laughed.

~~

As the days went by and you 2 practiced, Jaemin grew more and more interested in you and wanted to get to know you better, so he tried talking to you whenever he saw and though you would talk to him, your talks were usually short.

He would compliment you on your looks but you’d wouldn’t become as flustered as you did when he almost kissed you.

Though you were cold to him, he took this as a challenge and ended up asking your friends about you and they excitedly told him everything and anything about you.

He found out you were down to earth and rather sensitive at heart, a contrast from the coldness you showed him.

He sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror.

Why couldn’t he stop thinking about you?

What did he want from you exactly?

The way how your friends described you was honestly want he wanted in a partner but the way how you acted towards him was just… he just hated how cold you were towards him.

Maybe he was just being irrational with being upset at how you treated him.

He was so use to everyone throwing themselves at him that you not doing it threw him in for a loop.

It made him utterly confused.

Jaemin knew for sure though that he liked you.

I mean, he felt hurt whenever you didn’t reciprocate his advances towards you which was all the time.

You were driving him crazy these past few days and honestly, he didn’t want the project to end.

He jumped slightly when he heard knocking on the bathroom door.

“Yo… you okay?” asked Jeno and Jaemin replied: “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Okay...” Jeno walked away

Jaemin looked back into the mirror.

Honestly, for you to be his biggest fan was all he wanted most.

For you to follow him like a puppy was what he wanted.

He sighed once more, unlocking the bathroom door and leaving.

~~

It was the night before the assignment and Jaemin thought that maybe inviting you out to a party would  open you up a bit.

As you stood awkwardly with a cup in your hand, leaning against the wall you sighed to yourself.

This was such a bad idea.

You saw Jaemin who’s eyes caught yours and he came up to you.

“Y/n! I was looking for you! Are you having fun?” he asked, a smile on his lips.

“No, I’m not actually.” you told him over the music. “I kinda want to go home.”

“Aww, don’t leave! Come on, come with me.” he said holding out his hand and you grabbed it, walking behind him as he led you upstairs. He opened a door to a room and you walked in.

He went and sat on the bed, patting the side next to him.

“Take a seat.” he smiled and you walked over, sitting down next to him.

His eyes watched you and you glanced at him, looking away quickly as you soon realized he was drunk.

“You know, we’ve been doing this project for a week and I still haven’t seen you’ve smile or laugh.” he said. “I bet your smile is beautiful...”

You scratched your head, becoming uncomfortable.

You glanced back at him.

“What do you want?” you asked and one of his hands gently grabbed your face, turning it to look him.

“I just want to see you smile is all.” he said and you moved his hand from your face.

“You know what? I’m gonna go.” you said getting up only to be pulled back down onto the bed.

Your eyes widen as Jaemin looked at you with a look in his eyes that you couldn’t decipher, a blank expression on his face.

“Why don’t you like me Y/n? I like you. In fact, I may even be in love with you yet you treat me so coldly.” you bit your lip

“Jaemin, that’s just the way I am. It takes time for me to open up to people.”

“I’m special than most people though. You should be worshiping me.”

You looked at him confused.

“What?”

It was quiet for a moment and then Jaemin chuckled, letting you go and you got up, rubbing your wrist as you left the room, blaming the interaction on his drunkness.

He leaned back in the bed, a wicked smile on his face.

He knew now.

He knew why he talked to you on that fateful day, why he asked your friends about you, why he would even follow you around sometimes without you knowing.

He wanted you to praise him.

To hear your genuine words of praise… god, it would make him so happy.

Jaemin closed his eyes.

He couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

~~

The class clapped, some cheering, as the 2 people bowed before sitting back down.

“Okay class quiet down.” the professor said.

“And next we have, Y/n and Jaemin performing a scene from Romeo and Juliet.” everyone clapped as you 2 got up from your chairs and went to the front of the class.

As you laid down on the floor and Jaemin recited his lines, your mind went to what happened last night.

What did he mean by ‘You should be worshiping me’?

You didn’t know and honestly, you didn’t want to find out.

“Here, here will I remain

With worms that are they chambermaids; O,

here

Will I set up my everlasting rest,

And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars

From the world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your

last!

Arms, take your last embrace!” he picked you up, hugging you tightly.

“And, lips, O you

The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss

A dateless bargain to engrossing death!”

He placed his lips onto yours. Pulling away, he gently placed you back on the ground.

“Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavory guide!” he takes a small bottle out of his pocket.

“Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on

The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!” he said, looking at the bottle, eyes conveying the pain of Romeo rather convincingly.

“Here’s to my love!” and he took off the top and drunk from the bottle.

“O true apothecary!

Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.”

He kisses you one more time before pretending to die, falling a bit of ways from you.

You rise up.

Since it was only a 2 partner project, there was no one to play Friar Lawrence but still you looked around then looked up, pretending to talk to someone saying:

“O comfortable friar! Where is my lord?

I do remember well where I should be,

And there I am. Where is my Romeo?”

You got up, and went to Jaemin’s body.

“Go get thee hence, for I will not away.

What’s here? A bottle clos’d in my true love’s

hand?

Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.

O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly drop

To help me after? I will kiss thy lips,

Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,

To make me die with a restorative.” you kissed his lips.

“They lips are warm.” you looked behind you.

“Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief.” you looked back in front of you and went through one of Jaemin’s pockets taking out a plastic knife.

“O happy dagger,

This is they sheath;” you stab yourself.

“there rust and let me die.” you fall onto Jaemin’s body.

The class clapped, some cheered and you got up from Jaemin, smiling a small smile, you bowed along with him.

You 2 went back to your seats and watched the rest of the class perform their projects.

~~

As you placed your books into your bag, you yawned, feeling tired from the day.

You got a A on your project with Jaemin and was happy that you passed.

You were also happy that maybe he’d leave you alone now but that wasn’t the case as he came into your classroom.

“Y/n. I wanted to talk to you.” he said, closing the door behind him.

You 2 were the only ones in the class.

You looked up at him as he came close to you.

“Okay. What do you want to talk to me about?” you asked once he stopped in front of you.

He smiled at you as he pushed you against the wall that your desk was conveniently next to, his smile dropping and that blank expression and unexplainable look from the party coming back to his eyes.

His arms caged you in and you looked up at him, honestly feeling scared.

“Don’t look at me with those eyes…” he said, his hand caressing your cheek.

“Where’s that cute smile you had from earlier, huh? Why can’t you smile for me?” he asked and you shook your head.

“Hmph… Don’t worry. After I’m done breaking you, I’ll build you into the perfect little pet.” he smiled at you, soon placing a kiss on your lips.

#he tries to be nice to the loner kid but ends up becoming obsessed *laughs evily* #yandere kpop #yandere nct #yandere jaemin #yandere nct dream #jaemin x reader #jaemin x male reader #jaemin x you #jaemin x y/n #na jaemin x reader #na jaemin x male reader #na jaemin x you

[thealphabetmurders]

The Guys Who Didn’t Like (Modern Day) Musicals

3.3k words | AO3 Link | warnings: swearing, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it Remus angst, Remus-typical language and themes

Janus knows that one day his soulmate and himself will be happy, and their love story would be a great and wonderful one... And yet if he has to hear "Freeze Your Brain" playing one more time, his soulmate may not live to see their wedding night.

(Or when your soulmate listens to music or is singing, you hear it in your own head as well.)

***

Janus was on his very last nerve. Sure, wanting to strangle your soulmate was a bit morally frowned upon, however when the song of his nightmares plays for the 4th time that day, he believes anyone would agree that those lines blur to the morally ambiguous side of things. 

Attempting to hold his composure, he waited until they were out of the lecture hall and in Virgil’s car to punch the dashboard with all his might, throwing his beanie off into the backseat, collapsing into his knees, wanting to scream. 

“Jesus Christ, Jay, what the fuck was that?” Virgil stared at his friend with wide eyes, wanting to place his hand down on Janus’ back, comfortingly, but decided against it once he analyzed the outburst, instead keeping his eyes on the road as he pulled out of the parking lot toward their shared dorm.

Janus didn’t respond, just gripped his ears as if that would make the music stop or deafen it. It didn’t, of course, seeing as it was literally in his head. 

“Just play something,” 

“J-” 

“Do it Virgil!” Janus snapped, and Virgil hit the volume button on his car, loud music from a pop punk band he did not recognize played loudly through the car speakers. The noise deafened in his head, and Janus leaned back in his seat sighing, he turned his head towards the driver, “Thank you, Virgil,” He turned his attention towards the road, sighing, before looking up at the ceiling, smirking, “Yeah, you like that, fucker? You make me listen to your shitty pop songs, now you got trash emo in your head,” 

Virgil scoffed, “Trash emo? I promise you Yellowcard is good, they have a violin, I am sure you like that with your jazz weirdness,” 

Rubbing his knuckles, Janus rolled his eyes, “Oh yes, I am sure it is used practically and it is not just a gimmick,” Virgil fell silent and Janus smirked, knowing he had won, “Apologies for my earlier, er, outburst. It is just simply so frustrating that this stupid song has been playing so much for so long,” 

“The smoothie one?” 

“Pretty sure 7-Eleven doesn’t sell smoothies, I think it is a slushie.” Janus stared out the window as Virgil’s playlist rolled to a different song, the lyrics still biting his brain with a dull ache, “Lyrics are so meaningless.” He muttered, “Freeze your brain, suck on that straw, get lost in the pain,” Janus mocked the singer bitterly, a short laugh following, “What kind of lyrics even are though. So shallow and meaningless…” 

“Wait, Freeze Your Brain, that’s from Heathers!” 

Both Virgil and Janus let out a scream that was a much higher pitch than either of them would care to admit. The car swerved over into the next lane, but Virgil corrected it once he regained his composure. 

“By the way, here is your hat back, Jannie,” Remus smiled with his pearly whites on display, acting as though he was doing the pair a service and didn’t almost kill all 3 of them by startling the driver with his unknown presence. 

“Remus! What the fuck- where did you come from,” Virgil yelled, gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white and face red with anger. 

“Well I had abnormal psych earlier in the East-” 

“It’s a figure of speech, dumbass!” Janus said sternly. 

Remus nodded, smiling, “Well, I am in your backseat of course. I got done with my classes about 15 minutes before you and didn’t feel like waiting for a bus in the cold and then walking and then my roommate getting mad at me about the snow on the floor and then us having a fight and then I have to sleep on the sidewalk again which is actually more comfortable than my acu-” 

“How did you even get in here?” Virgil growled, still obviously not over the shock of someone being in his backseat unexpectedly. 

“Door was unlocked,” 

“Sure as fuck wasn’t!” Virgil shook his head, laughing in a way that was scary to watch. The kind of laugh that a serial killer does right before ending the life of their prey. 

“Virgil, shush, Remus what were you sa-” 

Virgil scoffed, “No, Janus you shut up before I shut you up. Remus,” Virgil turned around to face his friend, anger in his eyes, and this was the first time Remus’ expression had faltered, “You don’t get to break into my car, you do not get to break into my dorm, and you don’t get to break into the breakroom at my job, or so help me God I will rearrange all of the uses of your orifices, ‘kay?” 

Remus sighed, resting his hand in his chin, “Are you sure we’re not soulmates?” His voice steeped in adoration.

Virgil opened his mouth to respond, bit his lip and shook his head, opting not to answer. Exasperated, but a little more calm. 

Janus waited a few more moments, making sure the coast was clear from any further outbursts before turning to Remus, “Anyway… My soulmate is listening to what?” 

“Oh,” Remus clapped his hands together, “Freeze Your Brain from Heathers the Musical.” 

Janus rolled his eyes, looking at Virgil, “Oh, wonderful, my soulmate like modern day musicals, just what I needed,” 

“You listen to Hamilton,” Virgil grunted.

“Hamilton is the most popular musical in the world, most likely what revived the entire modern day musical scene, it would be more shocking if Janny hadn’t listened to it,” Remus pointed out, helpfully, resting his chin on the back of Janus’ seat. 

Virgil frowned, lazily flipping his turn signal,  “Why do you know so much about theater, Reme, that isn’t exactly your scene,” 

“Yea, isn’t your favorite band-” 

“Ninja Sex Party,” Virgil finished. 

This caught Remus’ attention, he perked up in his seat and clapped his hands together, wiggling with excitement in the back seat, “Ooh yes! Danny Sexbang is fucking delicious. He makes me want to strangle an ox with my bare hands!” Remus made a gripping motion before quickly putting a finger up to his ear and closed his eyes, “Nobody showed but I'm gonna have some fun, let's get this party started it's an orgy for one, it’s me and my h-”

“Remus!” Janus cut off Remus’ singing with a clap, “I need you to focus. Whilst we all love your singing,” He side-eyed Virgil with this comment, who looked at him but said nothing, “I would like to know about your aptitude for theater knowledge,” 

“Because of the soulmate thing, right you don’t actually care about why I know so much?” Remus said, uncharacteristically seriously. 

Both Virgil and Janus felt the guilt and discomfort settle over the car. Janus laughed awkwardly to save face, “O-of course not, Remus, we like to know your thoughts and interests and-” 

Remus started cackling, “I know Janny, I’m just messing with you. If you guys didn’t like me, Black Parade over there wouldn’t have let me talk to him for 3 hours about John Wayne Gacey on Sunday,” Janus quirked an eyebrow up at Virgil who had a slight blush on his cheeks, keeping himself very focused on the road, “Anyway, my twin’s nuts for musical theater, it is all he would talk about growing up, and now he is in a production of Heathers and he will not shut up about it,” 

“Not shutting up must run in the family,” Virgil muttered, shaking his head. 

A devious smirk was plastered on Remus’ lips. “I am sure you can think of a couple ways to get me to shut up, princess,” 

Virgil gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, and Janus didn’t even want to know what was running through his friend’s head, “So, this play-” 

“Musical,” 

“Whatever. My soulmate is listening to it?” Janus frowned. He was concerned, but a little relieved. There have been countless stories of people having to learn a different language because the native tongue doesn’t match what music is in their soulmate’s head. Happened enough that he gets shitty Facebook adverts for language classes, specifically for soulmate related reasons. 

“Seems that way. Actually, our uni’s theater is putting it on, that’s where my brother is performing it. Do you think maybe…” Remus trailed off, quirking up an eyebrow. 

Janus frowned, thinking, “It is possible, yes. Do you think your brother would mind if we sat in on his rehearsals?”

Remus smiled, “Not at all, he loves the attention, I am sure if we go now we’ll be able to catch the end,” 

Virgil groaned, parking the car at their dorm, “So, you’re telling me we just got back to our dorm and now you want me to leave and drive all the way back?” 

“Better punch it Emo Alfred, love is on the line!” Remus ruffled the back of Virgil’s hair who smacked him away, pulling out of the parking lot and driving back towards campus. 

Virgil and Remus began bickering with one another like children , but Janus was not paying much attention to them, he was trapped in his own thoughts. His calm demeanor as he stared out the window of the passenger sat did not match the nervous energy coursing through his body. The music played loudly through Virgil’s car speakers but there was still a dull rhythm in his head where his soulmate's music was still playing. 

 Maybe Janus’ soulmate would hate him. He was not exactly a fan of musicals (plays being more his speed, though he has never been one to be confined to the stage to have a flair for the dramatics), which is a red flag, seeing as that is mainly what his soulmate listens to. What if they are destined to hate one other? What if throughout the great expanses of time and space, the strings of fate connected their two selves just because it would be on sight any time they make eye contact (the homoeroticism of that is not lost on Janus, though he would be an even bigger liar if made himself believe that he did not want a romantic relationship). 

“Jan, we are here,” Virgil put a tentative hand on Janus’ shoulder after he turned the car off. Someone less timid than himself may have jumped, but he was better trained than that, so he simply looked at Virgil, nodding, before exiting the car. 

Shoving his beanie on over his ears and shoving his hands in his coat pocket, he walked with purpose towards the theater, head down and feet hitting hard against the ground, lightly dusted with snow. 

“Remus why- fuck- why do you never talk about your brother?” Virgil pulled his hoodie closer around his middle, the light material not made for weather in the negatives. 

Remus wordlessly pulled off his coat, throwing it over Virgil shoulders, “Same reason you don’t hear me constantly talking about Kanye West: insufferable egomaniacs do not really need any more attention,” He spat out like venom. “Besides, don’t want you to abandon me once you meet Roman because he is just perfect,” He laughed like normal but no one could ignore the intent behind his words. Virgil and Janus side eye’d one other, never hearing Remus speak so seriously. 

Janus swallowed thickly, “Y’know, Remus, we do not even know if Roman is my soulmate. We do not have to go meet him, it is honestly not that important to me,” 

Skipping up the steps, Remus grabbed the doors to the theater, holding it open to his two friends. He snorted at Janus' comment, pulling off his hat and messing up his hair, “Liar,” Essentially ending the debate in a very short, very Remus way. 

The entrance to the auditorium was modest and did not have many decorations. The area is mainly filled with old posters advertising previous shows, as well as accolades for the directors and actors, the newer ones stating a couple familiar names. Virgil and Janus looked at the posters for a little bit before they were summoned by the twin. 

He followed the two towards a side door that opened up backstage. It was dark, but Janus could just make out Virgil pushing his sleeves over his hands, biting his thumbnail. Janus shrugged off his coat, setting it down on a nearby table and fiddled with his winter gloves, beginning to get an uneasy feeling as well. 

“Not to be that guy,” Virgil said in a low voice, grabbing onto Janus’ bicep, “But do you seem to get the feeling we are not supposed to be here?” 

Janus hummed, “I think we are incredibly welcome. Why else would we have to sneak through the back and creep around in the dark?” 

“Remus, why ex- Wait, where is Remus,” Virgil asked in a hushed whisper. 

“Brother!!” Was yelled, followed by a crashing sound. Janus and Virgil looked at each other before rushing towards the noise, finding themselves on a set that looked like a convenience store. Janus saw a girl with short black hair standing near them, looking at the pair confused and Remus on the ground on top of another body. 

“Remus!” The figure pushed Remus off of him before scrambling to stand up. Janus' heart stopped. 

“Oh,” He thought to himself, before praying to any Gods above that might exist, “Please don’t make Remus get us kicked out,” 

The man who Janus cleverly deduced was Roman brushed off his black pants (now covered with sawdust) and ran a hand through his hair, which matched Remus black curls but seemed to be actually styled. Roman held out a hand to Remus who took it, but instead of standing up, pulled Roman back down onto the ground with him. 

Someone towards the front of the stage cleared their throat and sighed, “Salutations once again, Remus. Why do we… Let’s take a 10,” The man sighed, adjusting his glasses before making a sharp exit leaving just the 4 of them on stage. 

“By the grace of Poseidon above, Remus, what exactly did I say about coming to my rehearsals unannounced,” 

Remus tapped his chin, playing with the stubble, thinking, “That I can come anytime and do whatever I want?” 

“No. To not to. Very simple. Just don’t,” Roman sighed standing up, tentatively offering his hand out to Remus again, with a pained expression. Remus’ expression softened as he took Roman’s hand, standing up slightly…. Before falling onto his backside again, taking Roman with him again.

Roman groaned as Remus cackled wildly, “Jeez, are you sure you are the one who got a scholarship, or did they confuse us again?” 

Running a hand through his hair, Roman stood up before backing away like a frightened animal, “It was a theater scholarship, thank you, not a scholarship to avoid being tricked by my tormented, tirisome twin. How did you even get in here... again?” 

“Door was unlocked,” 

“Sure as fuck wasn’t!” Roman ran a hand through his hair, looking down at his brother and finally making eye contact with Janus and Remus across the stage. His cheeks subtlety colored before smiling, walking towards the pair. 

“Oh, I was not aware that Remus had brought an audience this time. I am Roman Prince. I would apologize for his behavior but seeing as your expressions are as externally exasperated as mine, I assume you are used to his… Shenanigans,” Roman’s tone seemed tired but his expression still seemed quite fond.

“Used to it a kind way of putting it,” Virgil grumbled, as Remus ran over, throwing an arm around his shoulder, which made Virgil wear that same fond expression. 

Remus smiled, “This cutie is Virgil, hands off, but this intimidating looking dude right here is Janus. He likes debating, philosophy, vintage style music, and he hates society and styling his hair,” 

Janus bowed his head, instinctively adjusting his beanie, “Thank you Remus for that kind introduction, I am sure Roman wanted that,” 

Roman laughed, “I don’t mind. I hate society and also listen to my fair share of vintage music,” 

“Oh, yea?” 

“Yea, well,” Roman rolled his eyes fondly, “Not exactly by choice. My soulmate listens to that style of music and holy Hephaestus' hammer there is a lot of swing. I mean it is good, but I almost feel bad because ballads before Britney Spears I am not particularly interested it,” 

“My soulmate will not stop playing music from the dreaded musical Heathers, I swear if I have to hear it again I am going to find my soulmate and strangle him,” 

Roman’s expression went from intrigued to devious, the expression makes the difference between Remus and Roman almost indistinguishable, “Oh really?” He smirked, “Did it go something like…” Roman backed up a little bit, standing in the middle of the stage but facing Janus stage left, “ I've been through ten high schools, they start to get blurry, no point planting roots 'cause you're gone in a hurry. My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den, so it's only a matter of when…” 

Janus' eyes widened to the size of saucers, as he completely forgot the reason they came to the theater was because the theater department was putting on a production of that “dreaded musical” Janus was entranced either way, the mesmerizing voice that has played in his head all his life was standing right in front of him. He looked behind him to gauge Remus and Virgil’s reaction, but the pair must have left the stage without him noticing. 

Roman walked around the stage, still singing, following some choreography he is sure, but another part of him says it cannot be, because it looks so natural, like Roman is the singer, like this was real life and the world is his musical.

The band didn’t need to play, because Janus remembered every beat and every flourish from the countless times it has played in his head. And yet, he is not annoyed this time. It would be impossible to be, when Roman on stage is the most glorious and breathtaking thing. Like a shooting star or fireworks or a tasteful nude- you just cannot look away, even if you wanted to. 

“Just freeze your brain, freeze your brain, go on and freeze your brain…” Roman stopped right in front of him, “Try it,” He spoke, lightly stroking Janus’ cheek with the back of his hand, and God did he want to kiss Roman right there. To taste the faux cherry slush that he imagined was on his lips and tongue… But he didn’t, because he could barely move under Roman’s touch. 

“I-” Janus opened his mouth to speak after a while, “That was- uh- that was alright,” Janus stuttered, fiddling with the ends of his glove. Roman threw his head back, laughing, “I am not one to typically enjoy the, er, modern day musical but you seemed to carry that incredibly well,” 

Roman shrugged, “I was born for this,” He retracted his hand and did a purrete, a soft smile present on his lips. 

“Would you want to go to the cafe with Remus, Virgil, and I? I would understand if you say no, Remus has been kicked out of that cafe too many times to count on one- no- to count on six hands,” 

Roman ran a hand through his hair, “Yes, that seems incredibly on brand for my brother. That pugnacious peasant has no idea how to control his inhibitions,” 

Janus squinted his eyes, smirking slightly, “Do you ever stop with the word play?” 

Roman smiled, real and genuine this time, “No. I suppose that would be something you have to get used to, huh?”

Taking Roman’s hand, he laced their fingers together, “Stop playing show tunes 24/7, and I think I will be able to manage,” 

“Play a song from the 21st century once and while and I think we have a deal,” 

Janus crossed his fingers behind his back, a devious smirk on his lips, “Oh, of course, my Prince,” 

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #roceit #deceit sanders #this was going to be for soulmate september #but writing has been hard for me recently #and I don't know why #hrmmmm #my writing

[frecklefaceb]

Suicide Squad Bake Off

Genre: Fan Fiction (Suicide Squad)   Parings: George “Digger” Harkness Warnings: Language Rating: General Audience Disclaimer: This a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line.  

*This was an idea from forever ago based on my obsession with GBBO and pondering how the Squad would do in the competition. Poor @clublulu333​ has been waiting patiently, forever. I’m sorry its taken awhile to post anything. I hope those still lingering in the fandom enjoy it. Lots of love.*

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The idea came to Harley after a mission. The squad had been stranded, a crazy storm had kept the helicopter grounded, and they weren't able to return to Belle Reve. Flag found them the last room in a cheap motel, and luckily it was a suite with a large king bed and a sitting room, complete with two sofas that converted to sleepers. In order to keep the peace, Flag had seized control of the t.v. and settled on a baking competition show. Several of the members groaned with the selection, but soon they were all equally wrapped up in the surprising intensity of the show. Who knew baking could be so enthralling?

The next day, Harley immediately requested they do their own bake off as a reward for their good work, and Waller obliged, procuring all the items needed for the contest. A large tent and outdoor kitchens were constructed in the prison yard, causing some disdain from a few members, as naturally no one had been informed why their outdoor time had been temporarily suspended. The big reveal caused a myriad of reactions from the team.

"Alright, listen up!" Flag bellows over squeals and groans. "Waller was so kind to accommodate Harley's request on behalf of the entire squad. So, like it or not, we all get to have our own bake off."

Deadshot clicks his tongue while sending the obliviously happy woman a glare, "Man! I didn't even like the show that much."

Harley grins as her hands caress the surface of the stations, "Oh, come on! It's gonna be fun!" 

"Nah," Killer Croc chimes in and Digger laughs. 

"We'll be competing in two challenges. Myself and Katana will judge with the help of CO Griggs," Colonel Flag smirks as Griggs looks around to the other guards in confusion. 

"Sir, please don't make me eat anything they make." 

Flags brow raises, "Nervous?"

He scoffs, "Me? No. I'm just gluten intolerant."

"Right. Cause the Oreos I watched you stuff in your face earlier were gluten free," Flag challenges, and a few of the other guards snicker.

"I don't mean to interrupt this little party, but I don't cook," Deadshot folds his arms. 

Flag's eyes narrow, "You're kind of a prima donna. Do you know that?" 

"Don't get it twisted. I didn't say anything about it being beneath me or that it was a woman's place to be in the kitchen," Deadshot defends, taking an easy jab at Boomerang, who was often vocal about a woman's place was in the kitchen or on her knees. 

"I stand by me words," Digger chimes in with a grin. 

"Ya unicorn is a REAL lucky gal," Harley jests. 

“The only woman to tolerate him is one he’s paid for,” El Diablo adds, and the group chuckles. 

“Least I ain’t charring them like we’re at a barbeque,” Boomerang bites with a puffed out chest, strutting towards El Diablo, but Flag quickly steps between the two. 

“Enough,” he flatly orders. “You two can take stations in opposite corners, Floyd you can be a judge with Katana and Griggs, I find baking relaxing so I’ll take your spot, and the others fill in.”

“That’s cute. Do you have your own embroidered apron and shit?”  

“No but I’ve got a gun and you don’t, so I suggest you parade yourself over there,” Flags threat wiping the smile from Deadshot’s face. Rick glances over to the idling Squad members, “Grab your aprons and get into place. We don’t have all day.”

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"Times up!" Griggs shouts over the clanking of dishes and counters. 

"Stop touching your stuff!" Harley snarls at Digger. He licks his fingers with a gold toothed grin, ignoring the dirty looks from the others. 

"We'll bring you up individually, and you can tell us about whatever abomination you've made for us," Griggs announcement teeming with an underlying uncertainty. He was undoubtedly thinking about all the things he'd done to the individuals about to feed him. 

"I'm first!" Harley squeals, skipping to the front with a plate of cupcakes. Katana scans the obnoxiously bright confections, before glancing at the two other judges. 

Growing impatient, Harley picks up one of the cupcakes, practically shoving into Katana's face, "Oh, come on! Try it already!" 

Deadshot tears it from Harley's grip, and willfully takes a large bite. Griggs and Katana each hesitate before following Deadshot’s lead to try their cupcakes. 

“That’s not bad, Dollface,” Deadshot encourages between bites.

Harley beams with pride as Katana nods in agreement, and Griggs waves her off for the next contestant, Croc, who was dismissed for submitting baked chicken. Chato impressed the judges with his Tres Leches cake, and Colonel Flagg scores high marks for his Matchamisu. Griggs groans quietly as he waves the final contestant forward, “Digger.”

Snickers erupt as Boomer works his way before the judges to present his entry. 

“Dude, what is that?” Deadshot questions while side-eyeing the plate with toast and sprinkles. 

“Fairy toast,” Boomer shoots back, offended that the judges were perplexed. 

Griggs scratches his neck, unsure if he heard the thickly accented man correctly, “Say what?”

Between clenched teeth, Digger snarls, “Ya heard me.” 

“That ain’t dessert. It’s buttered toast with sprinkles,” proclaims Deadshot, with an antagonizing nod of agreement from Griggs.  

“The hell it ain’t, ya uncultured fuckwit! Even made it in me oven.” Cried Digger, his voice rising an octave with his defense. 

Griggs smiles at Digger’s frustration, but Flag interjects before the situation further escalates, "It’s a better entry than baked chicken.” 

Croc growls from the back of the room are ignored as Harley chimes in, “Fairy bread is actually a popular treat at children’s parties in Australia.” 

“Bloody right,” Boomerang bites while sliding the platter across the counter. Griggs snorts while grabbing a piece of heart shaped toast, slowly inspecting the surface. If anyone would be brazen enough to tamper with the food it would be Captain Boomerang. 

“Ya didn’t harass the rest of ‘em. Oi, just take a bite!” 

Griggs eyes narrow, “I will once I give it a sniff.” 

The other contestants collectively match Boomerang’s impatience with the officer, and begin heckling the judges. Flagg motions to Griggs to wrap it up, while Katana lifts her plate and then shrugs, before taking a bite of the bright confection, silently nodding as she chews. Deciding it was safe, Griggs finally takes a bite, and then another, quickly finishing before pawing for a second piece, “It still looks stupid.” 

Boomer knocks the toast from his hand and Griggs flings the platter back in retaliation, loose sprinkles scattering across the counter. With a contentious gaze, Digger reaches for the plate and takes a cautious step backwards from the bench. 

“The sprinkles are magical,” Harley encourages, as Digger passes to his station. 

Stepping out from his work station, Flag announces, “We’re going to forgo a technical challenge – “ 

“What?! You can’t do that! Technicals are part of the deal!” Harley pouts at the news ignoring the cheers from others in the tent.  

The Colonel turns to the distressed woman, folding his hands behind his back widening his stance, peacocking his stature and position over the prisoners. “Ms. Quinn, let us not forget who is in charge.” 

“It’s not fair!” Harley screams, picking up one of the eggs and lobbing it at Flag. His mouth drops with disbelief as it explodes on his left shoulder. As if on cue, the rest of the squad starts throwing perishables from behind their tables, and a full-on food fight ensues. 

“Please, don’t let me interrupt,” Waller’s voice echoes over the group, her tone cold, much like her glare, cutting through the chaos. 

Everyone in the tent freezes with wide eyes. Colonel Flag pinching the bridge of his nose as he mutters, “Guess I won’t be making my white chocolate cranberry tart.” 

Unamused, Waller lifts a brow and Flag nods. 

“Time to clean up!”

#mine #myfic #frecklefaceb #suicide squad bake off #captain boomerang #jai courtney #captain boomerang fic #captain boomerang fanfiction #Suicide Squad #suicide squad fic #jai courtney fanfiction #jaicourtneyfic

[beatles-slash-fiction]

OT5 Part 3....

*****

There’s a heavy tension in the air at rehearsals the next day.

Brian spends most of the morning smoking nervously as the boys do their sound check, wondering if he’s maybe caused more harm than good.

The boys are behaving themselves at least. There’s no arguing today, no making a scene.

But there’s a lack of enthusiasm too. Something is off with them. They’re not quite gelling like they usually would. They’re missing cues and forgetting lyrics. They’re making sloppy mistakes.

Only Ringo seems to be in a reasonably good mood, and he gives Brian a warm smile when their eyes meet.

Brian has noticed that Ringo has been trying his best to encourage the other boys and keep them focussed. He seems to be taking on more of a leadership role today, and Brian finds it rather refreshing.

He just wishes the other boys will get their confidence back soon.

*****

That evening, as agreed, the boys report to Brian’s hotel room at nine o’clock.

“Maybe we’ll have better luck tonight,” Brian says with a smile. “Get yourselves ready. Take your time.”

The boys undress in silence, not saying a word to each other and avoiding eye contact as they silently fold their clothes. They seem a little calmer tonight, at least, as they know what to expect.

It doesn’t escape Brian’s notice that the boys deliberately arrange themselves in a different order tonight. An order that will allow John and George to use their right hands.

“Don’t be cheeky,” Brian says. “I want you in the same positions as last night, please.”

John rolls his eyes at Paul. “Told you he’d notice.”

“Don’t give me any lip.” Brian settles in an armchair and grabs a cigarette. “Same rules apply. Begin whenever you’re ready.”

The same awkwardness from last night still hangs in the air, but the boys seem to get into things a lot quicker tonight.

John has no problems getting Ringo hard once again, nor Paul with John. George is still struggling with his left hand though, but at least Paul is holding his tongue tonight.

Ringo is a lot more vocal though.

“Does that feel good, Georgie?” Ringo asks softly, stroking George slowly. “Is that nice?”

George’s eyes flutter closed, his face flushed. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s good.”

“You’re doing great, George. Just focus on my hand on your dick. Nice and warm, yeah? You’re so beautiful, Georgie. So gorgeous. You look so good right now, so pretty with your legs open and your bits all on display. So lovely.”

John watches this exchange with an expression on his face that Brian has never seen before. It looks like a mixture of longing and...insecurity.

Ringo’s words seem to have the effect needed on George, whose cock looks achingly hard, but John’s erection quickly flags.

Brian makes a mental note of a particular hypothesis he’s formed in his mind, and files it away for later.

“You doing brilliantly, Georgie,” Ringo praises, “but you need to calm down just a little. We need to wait for John and Paul to catch up with us.”

The whole thing ends up being a bit of a see-saw between Ringo and George, and John and Paul. As soon as John and Paul seem to be on the edge, Ringo and George’s erections have flagged, and they have to try and get themselves hard again. But by the time they manage it, John and Paul have suffered a similar problem, and the four of them just go round and round in circles for nearly an hour with frustration on their faces.

George is the one who breaks.

The constant edging proves too much for him, and it only takes another stroke from Ringo before George lets out a cry and throws his head back.

It all seems to happen in slow motion. George’s orgasmic expression only seems to last a second before he realises what’s happened, shame creeping onto his face.

John and Paul are clearly trying not to show their frustration.

“Christ,” George says breathlessly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It was an accident.”

“It’s not your fault,” Ringo says quickly. “I should’ve been paying more attention to-“

“Enough,” Brian interrupts. “No apologies. This is a group task. And you’ve all failed again.”

The boys all look at him silently, and once again Brian feels the overwhelming urge to kiss them all.

“Up you get, lads. Get dressed and off to bed with you. You’ll come back here at nine tomorrow to try again. I suggest you take some time to reflect on your previous two attempts to avoid making similar mistakes.”

The boys slowly pull themselves to their feet. Brian watches Ringo help George up, his thighs trembling, his stomach and groin covered in the evidence of his shame.

“You can use the shower to have a quick rinse, George,” Brian says softly. He turns to John. “You’re with me tonight.”

John nods. “Let me grab my stuff and I’ll be back in five minutes.”

There’s certainly a deflated atmosphere in the room as the boys tidy up and dress themselves, and Brian desperately wants to hold them all and kiss them all.

But this isn’t the time. They will earn it.

*****

John eyes Brian warily as he climbs into bed beside him, dressed in his pyjamas.

“Ringo said you didn’t even ask for a blowjob last night. You actually just wanted to sleep.”

There’s a teasing tone there, but Brian can tell John is digging for information.

“Is there anything wrong with wanting to just sleep?” Brian chuckles, settling beneath the covers and pulling John close. “And maybe just spend a bit of time with one of my beautiful boys.”

John’s lips twitch.

“You’ve been rather quiet these last few days.” Brian strokes John’s hair back from his forehead. “I’m dying to hear a Lennon opinion on the little task I’ve set you all.”

“You mean our punishment?” John shrugs. “Better than being whipped or having to go to rehearsals naked I suppose.” He raises an eyebrow. “Don’t get any ideas.”

“I wouldn’t.” Brian brushes their lips together. “How has it been for you personally?”

John suddenly looks a lot younger, the insecurity from earlier creeping back on to his face.

“It’s been...challenging. But a good challenge. I’m not a fan of spending so much time naked though, I’ll admit.”

Brian nods, rubbing the younger man’s hips. His suspicions are slowly being confirmed.

“We’ve all seen you naked many times before,” Brian says softly. “In very intimate circumstances.”

“Very observant,” John says with a roll of his eyes, which earns him a smack on the backside. “I mean I just don’t like being on display next to the other three like that. It just highlights the inequalities.”

Brian raises an eyebrow. “Inequalities?”

“Yeah. With looks, y’know? Paul and George are these beautiful skinny things. And Ringo’s all...” John pauses and makes the shape of an hourglass with his hands. “Curvy in all the right places, y’know? And then there’s me. The fat Beatle.”

There it is.

The thought that Brian knows has been haunting John for so long.

“You know my opinion on this,” Brian says.

He has to be careful here. He’s becoming dangerously sentimental for these boys.

John looks at him as if searching for reassurance though, so Brian says it anyway.

“You know I once got asked by a journalist,” Brian says, stroking John’s knuckles, “about who I thought was the most beautiful Beatle. And I told him I couldn’t choose. You are all beautiful to me. You’re all just as beautiful as each other. And I know that’s how you boys all feel about each other too.”

John opens his mouth to argue, but Brian silences him with a kiss.

“You’re not to repeat this to anyone,” Brian says firmly, “but you’re not the only one who feels like this. Insecure about your body.”

Normally Brian never shares with the boys anything that one of them has said to him in private, but he thinks the occassion might call for it. His boys can tell him anything in confidence, and he wants to keep that trust.

John looks sceptical.

“Ringo has had similar thoughts about himself,” Brian says quietly. “He’s told me a couple of times how much he hates his nose and his lips and his stomach and his arse.”

John looks at Brian as though he’s just said the sky is green.

“Ringo?” John frowns. “You’re joking? The lad’s got eyes, hasn’t he?”

Brian chuckles. “Yes, well. I’m just pointing out that he also sees himself as being less attractive than the rest of the group.”

“I just don’t get it. He’s got the prettiest eyes and the loveliest smile...and his arse is just something else-“

“Have you ever told him this?” Brian asks gently. “I’ve told him what I think of him of course, but I’m sure he would love to hear this from you.”

John looks thoughtful for a moment.

“And I’m sure he’d have some things to say to you as well,” Brian adds. “If you felt so inclined to share with him how you feel about your own body.”

“You could be a bloody marriage counsellor,” John says, but there’s a fond smile on his face.

He strokes Brian’s jaw before leaning in for a kiss, and Brian tries to pour everything into that kiss- every ounce of affection he feels for this man.

When they part, John reaches for Brian’s cock, but Brian immediately grabs his wrist.

“None of that now,” Brian chuckles. “Not until you’ve completed your task.”

John pouts but eventually gives a sigh and settles in Brian’s arms, which makes the older man laugh.

Brian honestly can’t conceive of how John could ever think of himself as anything less than beautiful, but he hopes this task will help to change that.

Maybe John will get something out of this after all.

TO BE CONTINUED

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The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Episode 1: Marvel and MCU Easter Eggs

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This article contains Marvel’s The Falcon and the Winter Soldier episode 1 spoilers, possibly spoilers for future episodes, and the wider MCU. We have a spoiler free review here.

Marvel’s The Falcon and the Winter Soldier episode 1 has finally arrived on Disney+. Now, those of you hoping for mystery box storytelling and surreal weirdness the likes of which we got from WandaVision may be a little disappointed. But those of you looking for some gritty street-and-spy-level action with a deeper look at life in the post-Snap/Blip MCU, well, you’re in luck.

Oh? But you’re here for Marvel Comics and MCU Easter eggs, you say? Well, you’re still in luck, friend! The Falcon and the Winter Soldier is full of subtle nods to Marvel and Captain America history, and continues to connect the dots in the ever-expanding MCU.

Here’s everything we found…and if you spot something we missed, let us know in the comments!

Sam Wilson

The stuff with Sam ironing his own shirt, or trying to help his sister get a small business loan is some real “the mundanity of superhero life” stuff that we rarely get a glimpse of in the movies, but that was such a hallmark of what separated Marvel Comics from their competitors in their early days.

In the MCU, Sam is from Louisiana. But in the comics, he was born and raised in Harlem, New York City.

Sam’s sister, Sarah Wilson, also known as Sarah Casper, was introduced back in Captain America #134 back in 1971, and created by Stan Lee and Gene Colan. She’s made only a few appearances over the decades and mainly exists for the novelty of having the patriotic superhero be known as “Uncle Sam.”

The boat that Sam’s sister maintains is named Paul and Darlene, named for their parents, and those were indeed the names of his parents in the pages of Marvel Comics.

Sam’s drop out of the back of the airplane at the start of the Captain Vassant rescue mission mirrors Steve’s in Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

The MCU’s version of Bubo is also back in action! Redwing is still very helpful during Sam’s “government contracts” it appears, as long as no one else messes with the drone’s wires. Also, Sam’s personal devotion to the Redwing drone is a nice nod to the fact that Redwing is a real falcon in the comics, and Sam’s pet/buddy.

Sam gets to have a sombre conversation with James “War Machine” Rhodes (Don Cheadle) in what is perhaps just the first of many unannounced The Falcon and the Winter Soldier appearances by other members of the MCU. We already know there will be a larger role for Sharon “Agent 13” Carter in later episodes. Who else might show up?

Bucky Barnes

Fittingly for his Marvel spinoff series, Bucky is introduced in the same way he was back in Captain America: The First Avenger – catching the tail end of an alleyway fight.

Bucky Barnes has now been pardoned for all the terrible crimes he committed, it’s quickly revealed. Doesn’t look like he’s pardoned himself, mind. Not by a long shot.

Bucky mentions having a sister. While it hasn’t been brought up much, he did have one in the comics. Rebecca Barnes was introduced in The Marvel Holiday Special #1 in a story written by Len Kaminski (hence the notebook Easter egg, which we’ll get to in a minute) and tremendously underrated ’90s comics artist Ron Lim. After the deaths of their parents, Bucky and Rebecca were separated. Her namesake was reintroduced during Heroes Reborn, where Rikki Barnes was Cap’s sidekick in Counter-Earth.

In Derek Landy’s new Falcon & Winter Soldier comics, Bucky has adopted a very chill white cat called Alpine. No sign of Alpine in episode one, but we refuse to give up hope.

Lieutenant Torres

The eager Lt. Torres (played by On My Block star Danny Ramirez) who clearly idolizes Sam appears to be none other than Joaquin Torres, who eventually took on the mantle of the Falcon in the comics. So if Sam is destined to become Captain America on this show, will Torres become his sidekick? We hope so!

Batroc

Just like at the start of Captain America: The Winter Soldier, we get a confrontation with Georges Batroc (ze leaper!), once again played by Georges St. Pierre. Batroc is such a cool but minor Cap villain, and we never need to spend a lot of time with him, but we do hope he keeps showing up from time to time for cool fight scenes, just like he does in the comics. It’s nice to see that while they’ll never give him his ridiculous comics costume, he’s wearing his comics-appropriate colors here.

The Flag-Smashers

The masked baddies of this episode are known as the Flag-Smashers, an organization who want to do away with all national borders. There’s lots of ways this show deals with the weirdness of the MCU after the Snap, but the increasing radicalization of underground supervillain groups appears to be one neat side effect.

They take their name from the comic book supervillain Flag-Smasher (singular). Flag-Smasher was created by Cap writer supreme Mark Gruenwald and artist Paul Neary back in 1985. The original Flag-Smasher was Karl Morgenthau (remember that name, we’ll come back to it in a second), and he was a non-powered costumed terrorist who led an organization known as ULTIMATUM, “The Underground Liberated Totally Integrated Mobile Army To Unite Mankind” (folks, ‘80s Captain America comics absolutely freakin’ RULE).

The woman handing out the Flag Smasher masks was tough to make out, but that appears to be was Erin Kellyman (Enfys Nest from Solo: A Star Wars Story) playing “Karli Morgenthau.” In other words, she’s probably the leader of the organization, not the big, scary dude with super soldier strength. But speaking of him…

The big scary guy is credited as “Dovich” and he’s played by Desmond Chiam. How did he get so strong? Well, the words “Power Broker Watching” appear in the credits, and the Power Broker was key to John Walker getting his super soldier strength, as well as several other minor Marvel characters. Remember what we said about how awesome ’80s Captain America comics are? You’re about to find out!

Sam’s crack about “bad guys” with “bad names” in regards to the Flag-Smashers also applies to real world nitwits who go around calling themselves names like “Proud Boys.”

Bucky’s Notebook

There are some standout names in Bucky’s notebook, notably L. Kaminski (probably ‘80s Marvel writer and editor Len Kaminski) and H. Zemo (as in Captain America: Civil War and this very show’s baddie Helmut Zemo). 

We wrote more about those names here.

Captain America

In the Smithsonian exhibit where Sam and Rhodey chat, there are lots of artifacts from Steve’s life, mostly taken from the era of Captain America: The First Avenger like the Howling Commando uniforms, but there’s something else cool there: the actual cover of Captain America Comics #1 by Joe Simon and Jack Kirby, the first appearance of the character. Remember, as part of the propaganda effort during the war to make Captain America a symbol of the wartime effort in the MCU, these comics were a thing. This means that Joe Simon and Jack Kirby also existed in the MCU, but their stories were meant to be chronicles about a real person.

Where’s Steve Rogers?

It seems that only a few people might know what really happened to Steve Rogers. Has Old Cap now passed on, or is he alive somewhere ready to make an appearance in the show at a later date? Many fans are still hoping for a Chris Evans cameo, and we’ve seen trailers for the series where Sam and Bucky apparently practice throwing Cap’s shield around out in the woods. Perhaps there’s a secluded cabin nearby…

The conspiracy theory about Captain America secretly watching us from the moon is likely a reference to Nick Fury in the comics. The events of Original Sin showed that Fury had been secretly waging wars on potential alien invaders for years. Uatu the Watcher put a series of events in motion so that he would die, but Fury’s immoral actions would be exposed. In the end, Fury was forced to become the new Watcher — the Unseen — and was imprisoned on the moon, looking over Earth as his new job. Coincidentally, Bucky took up his alien-fighting job in the aftermath.

It also feels a little like The Last Avengers Story, a dystopian Avengers comic from the mid-90s. It’s explained that at some point, Steve Rogers was President and was assassinated. In the final scene, it’s revealed that he’s been secretly recovering and has been watching over the world in a bunker.

Who is the New Captain America?

The new Captain America that we meet so briefly here is Wyatt Russell as John Walker. Who is John Walker, you ask? Well, John Walker was ALSO the new Captain America in the comics! But before that he was the reactionary supervillain known as the Super-Patriot. He took over the mantle of Captain America after the government decided they wanted Steve Rogers to be more of an employee and less a free agent symbol of liberty. After his time as Cap was up, John became the U.S.Agent. That’s all you’re gonna get out of us for now, for fear of spoilers.

You can read more about John Walker here.

Unanswered Questions

No, we don’t know who the L.A.F. are supposed to be, either.

The “government official” who introduces John Walker is played by Alphie Hyorth, and is simply credited as “government official” in the credits. That seems pretty suspicious to us, and we wouldn’t be surprised if he ends up being revealed with a recognizable Marvel Universe name like Henry Peter Gyrich or something down the line.

Names like Captain Vassant, Congressman Lockhart, Senator Atwood, or Bucky’s therapist Dr. Raynor appear to check out Marvel-wise.

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Ms. California - Chapter Three (Crygi) - Mik

AN: Here’s chapter three! I’m going to plan on updating two or three times per week, depending on how much time to write I have. Thanks for reading, I hope you all enjoy it! Any and all feedback is appreciated. 

Summary: Crystal moves to Los Angeles from Missouri and meets Gigi Goode, captain of the varsity cheer squad. Queue the 1990s lesbian high school AU that absolutely nobody asked for.

Crystal pauses before she places her palm - which has become oddly clammy - on the door knob. She takes a deep breath in and exhales before she opens the door. 

Gigi is standing on Crystal’s doorstep, and although Crystal was expecting the blonde to be there, she’s still taken back by her presence. She’s an absolute vision in pink, Crystal decides. She’s wearing a baby pink, satin dress that hugs her body, accentuating her small waist and petite figure. It falls just above her mid-thigh, and Crystal can’t help but notice that it makes her legs appear even longer than they usually do. Her blonde hair hangs in loose curls around her neck. Crystal’s eyes are drawn to the gold necklace that Gigi is wearing; it’s short and a charm with a cursive “G” hangs from it. 

“Hi,” Crystal says with a smile.  

“Hey,” Gigi greets. “You look really pretty tonight!”

Crystal can’t formulate an intelligible response. It feels like firecrackers were just lit off in her brain - Gigi was calling her pretty. So, instead, she looks around, hastily trying to think of something to say. 

“Is that your car?” Crystal asks, motioning towards the street, sure that her face is several shades darker than the pink of the dress that Gigi is wearing. 

“It is! Are you ready to get going?”

“Yeah, definitely,” Crystal replies, following Gigi down the steps of her porch. 

Crystal doesn’t think that she’s ever seen a more Californian car that the one Gigi owns. It’s a convertible and it’s a bright shade of magenta. From what Crystal knows about Gigi, it suits her well. 

Crystal opens the passenger door and settles herself in the seat. She’s never been in a convertible before; it seems very glamorous. 

“Oh, do you want me to put the top back up? The wind can really mess up your hair,” Gigi asks. 

“No, it’s totally cool - I’ve never rode in a convertible before. Do you have an extra scrunchie or something?”

“I should! Let me just check in my purse,” Gigi says as she begins rifling through her handbag. She pulls out a purple scrunchie, and hands it to Crystal. “Here you go!” 

“Thanks,” Crystal grins and begins tying up her hair. She watches as Gigi throws her own hair up into a high ponytail. 

Gigi starts the car, and Crystal soon realizes that Gigi was not kidding about the wind. They drive relatively slowly at first - Crystal lives in a cul de sac - but when Gigi turns onto the main road, Crystal can barely hear herself think. The wind pounds in her ears and she can feel her hair flying everywhere, even from the confines of the scrunchie. She’s almost grateful for the noise because although she wants to talk to Gigi, the nerves of being on a first date are getting to her. She has no idea what to say to her and she’s terrified that when she does say something, she’ll say the wrong thing. Crystal doesn’t even know if she’s into Gigi like that because Gigi’s a girl and Crystal still doesn’t know if she’s infatuated or confused or just really wants to be the blonde’s friend. 

They’re on a date, so Crystal reminds herself that it isn’t the latter. She is, at the very least, somewhat infatuated with her. For whatever reason, it’s hard for Crystal to admit that.  

Crystal tries to let her thoughts go and focus on the world around her; they’re flying down what appears to be the 101 freeway now. There are more cars here than she has seen in her lifetime. 

Crystal can’t tell how long it’s been, but eventually, Gigi steers them towards an exit. The wind slows, and Crystal’s heartbeat speeds up. The sound of the wind can no longer protect her from having to make conversation and she still doesn’t know what to say. 

“So, how are you liking Los Angeles so far?” Gigi asks. Crystal internally breathes a sigh of relief - at least Gigi initiated a discussion. 

“I like it a lot,” Crystal answers. “It’s very different from what I’m used to, but it’s not bad by any means. I’ve only been here for a handful of weeks, though.”

“Where are you from?” Gigi asks. 

“Missouri. Have you been?”

“No, I haven’t. Did you like it there?” Gigi questions.

Crystal pauses, needing to contemplate her answer. She’s never thought about whether or not she actually liked Missouri - it was always just a permanent fixture in her life, a constant, a given. She’d never moved before she came to Los Angeles - not even from one house to another - so her opinions of it seemed almost trivial, because she’d be stuck there no matter what. 

“I don’t actually know,” Crystal admits. “It was really quaint and the people were nice, but I didn’t have anything else to compare it to. It’s hard to decide if you like something or not when it’s all you’ve ever known, you know?” 

“I get that. I feel the same way about Los Angeles most of the time,” Gigi agrees. 

The two sit in a comfortable silence for several minutes, until Gigi pulls into a parking lot. 

“We’re here!” she announces, parking the car. “Aren’t you so excited to try sushi?”

“I am,” Crystal confirms. “And also kind of nervous - eating raw fish seems kind of dangerous, doesn’t it?”

“I guess so, but I’ve been eating it since I was a little kid, so if you need proof that you won’t die or something, here I am,” Gigi laughs as she gets out of the car.

Crystal follows her to the entrance of a run-down looking building. Thankfully, the interior doesn’t match the exterior: it’s dimly lit, but nicely decorated. The walls are a deep red color, and there are pictures of what seem to be various sushi chefs in Japan hanging on the walls. Crystal notices that candles and flowers adorn the top of each table.

“Reservation for two under Goode,” Gigi tells the host at the front of the restaurant. 

“Right this way.” The girls follow him to a table in the back of the dining area; it seems almost secluded from the rest of the tables. “Your server will be with you shortly,” the host places two menus in front of them and quickly walks back to the front. 

“So, what do you usually order?” Crystal asks after looking through the menu. She doesn’t know what anything is. 

“I’m a big fan of the rainbow roll, the dynamite roll, and the spider roll. I can just order all three and we can share - they’re pretty filling.”

“Yeah, that sounds good to me,” Crystal agrees, closing her menu. 

“Was sushi not a big thing in Missouri?” Gigi asks. 

“Not so much,” Crystal shrugs. “But we had really great barbecue and burgers!”

“Interesting! What brought your family all the way to Los Angeles?” 

“My dad’s job - he works in finance. I don’t really know what he does, but it sounds important, so here we are! Have you ever moved?” 

“Nope, not even to a new house. My parents are pretty well-established here, and I guess I am too, so there’s been no reason to move,” Gigi replies. 

“Do you ever want to move?” 

“Yeah, I guess I do, someday. I have it pretty good here though, so I don’t know where I’d move to.”

“That makes sense,” Crystal nods. 

The waitress makes her way over, interrupting the conversation. Gigi orders, and Crystal is thankful that she doesn’t have to try to remember the names of the rolls. 

“So, you’re a senior right?” asks Gigi. 

“Yeah, I am.”

“Have you thought about college or anything?”

“It’s practically all I’ve been thinking about for the past six months,” Crystal jokes. “I’m waiting to hear back from NYU, The New School, and Pratt.”

“So you want to move to New York?”

“Ideally - that’s where all of the cool art stuff seems to be happening, anyways!”

“Do you want to be an artist?” the blonde inquires. 

“It sounds cliche, but I feel like I’m already an artist,” Crystal shares. “I just need to get the degree so I can say I have it, you know? It looks good for jobs and stuff, I guess.”

Gigi nods solemnly. “I wish I knew what I wanted to do. I guess I haven’t thought past high school much until now.”

Their food comes, and the pair are shaken out of their conversation.

“Okay, so, you should totally try the rainbow roll first…” 

~

If there is one thing Crystal knows, it’s that she does not like sushi. And, if there’s another thing that Crystal knows, it’s that she does like Gigi Goode. 

Crystal ate half of the three sushi rolls they ordered, with a smile on her face, so Gigi wouldn’t feel bad about suggesting it. She tells Gigi how much she loves sushi, and agrees to try sashimi - which Crystal learns is just plain raw fish - at some point. 

Crystal is a picky eater, and she’s not shy about it. If she doesn’t like it, she won’t eat it. 

Unless it’s to save the feelings of a pretty blonde girl, apparently. 

“So, I don’t know if you have a curfew or anything, but there’s a movie showing over in West Hollywood that I’ve heard is pretty great,” Gigi tells Crystal as they walk back to the car. 

“My parents didn’t tell me to be back at a certain time, so I think I’m all good,” Crystal grins. She doesn’t know much about dating, but if Gigi wants to keep the date going, it must be a pretty good first date. 

The drive to West Hollywood goes by quickly - Gigi plays Ani DiFranco loudly, prompting Crystal to make a joke about how she must have inherited Jackie’s taste in music. 

“It’s not even a gay thing, I swear! It’s justreally good!” Gigi exclaims. 

It’s the first time Crystal has heard Gigi even indirectly refer to herself as “gay”; she doesn’t know why it feels like an important moment, but it does. 

The first thing Crystal notices about West Hollywood is that it’s very “out-and-proud”. Rainbow flags line the windows of the majority of the businesses and bars, and pride flags fly alongside American flags in all of the medians. She definitely hasn’t ever seen anything like this in Missouri; it’s completely new to her. 

“So, not to sound totally ignorant, but is this where all of the gay people live or something?” Crystal asks Gigi. 

Gigi giggles, “No, I wouldn’t say it’s where all of the gay people live, but it’s like… I don’t know, it’s a safe haven, I guess.”

“Do you go to a lot of the bars around here?” Crystal asks. 

“Well, they’re all age-restricted, so it’s kind of hard to get in. But off the record, I do have a fake ID. It’s pretty terrible, in all honesty, so I’m kind of counting down the days until I get it taken,” Gigi laughs. 

Gigi intrigues Crystal; she wants - needs - to know more. She’s so worldly compared to Crystal, and even though Crystal knows Gigi is only one year younger than her, she feels like she should have more life experience than the seventeen year old. 

“How did you get a fake ID? Do your parents know?” Crystal asks. 

“You have a lot of questions, Crys,” Gigi jokes, and Crystal blushes at the nickname. “I got it from a friend of a friend last year. My parents have no idea, they think I’m at Jan’s house or hanging out with the other girls from the squad when I’m out here.” 

“You’re adventurous. That would terrify me.”

“It’s not too scary, honestly,” Gigi parks her car alongside the curb. “It’s scarier being at school and carrying around the secret that I do.” 

“I could only imagine.”

The two exit the car, and Gigi locks it behind her. They begin walking down the sidewalk. 

“Are you out?”

Crystal’s mind goes blank - out as what? She doesn’t even know if there’s something to come out as in the first place. All she knows is that she likes this whole “going on dates with Gigi” thing. 

Crystal shrugs, and tries to change the subject.

“How close are we to the theater? I need to use the restroom.”

“Three minutes, tops!” Gigi doesn’t seem to notice Crystal’s avoidance of the question, thankfully.

The movie theater is small and it looks old; it has a vintage charm to it. Gigi approaches the ticket booth. 

“Two tickets to Go Fish please,” Gigi hands twelve dollars to the ticketer, and walks back to Crystal. “Here’s your ticket!”

“Do you want me to pay you back? How much was it?” Crystal grabs for her wallet. 

“No, don’t worry about it!”

“I feel bad, please let me pay you back,” Crystal insists. 

“You can pay for our next date,” Gigi casually throws the words “next date” around and it makes Crystal’s stomach tie itself up in knots. 

“Yeah,” Crystal stutters out, unable to think or speak clearly. 

Gigi agrees to save them seats while Crystal goes to the restroom. She makes her way into the single-stalled bathroom, and stares at herself in the mirror. “You’re gay!” she whispers to herself in an aggressive tone. “Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay, and maybe only for Gigi, but you are at least kind of gay!” 

Saying it aloud makes her feel better; it’s as if a weight has been lifted from her shoulders. 

Crystal makes her way into the theater - it’s packed. She notices that the majority of the audience members are women, and visibly gay women at that. She sees women with short, buzzed hair, and others wearing acrylics and make-up. Some fall in between the categories of “masculine” and “feminine”. 

She finds Gigi sitting in the center of the back row. 

“Good seat selection,” she comments with a smile. 

Gigi opens her mouth to respond, but the lights dim and the movie begins. 

~

Crystal had no idea that they would be seeing a lesbian movie; she didn’t even know such a thing existed. She supposes she should have figured as much, considering they’re seeing the movie in West Hollywood and that she’s seeing it while on a date with another girl. 

The first time Crystal sees two girls kiss, her heart jumps out of her chest. It’s passionate, it’s sweet, it’s romantic, it’s… kind of hot. She kind of wants to kiss Gigi like that, but she pushes the thought out of her mind immediately, almost embarrassed to have thought it in the first place. Crystal looks to her side to see Gigi’s reaction. She can’t make out much in the darkness of the theater, but Gigi appears to have a visible smile on her face. 

Crystal finds her investment in the movie endearing. 

The movie continues on, but that kiss is burned into the back of her mind. She catches bits and pieces of the plot, but her mind keeps drifting to places she’d rather it not. 

What would it be like to kiss Gigi? What would her lips taste like? How would they feel? What would her hair smell like?  

She’s only pulled out of her innermost thoughts when she feels a soft hand brush against her arm. She looks down at the armrest where Gigi has placed her hand just centimeters from her own. 

The armrest is small - small enough that Crystal assumes Gigi hadn’t put her arm on it for comfort, because their arms are crammed together - and Crystal almost reaches out to grab Gigi’s hand. 

Almost.

Because Gigi does it first. 

Initially, it’s just two pinky fingers brushing against each other, and then Gigi is sliding her hand into Crystal’s palm with uncertainty. Crystal intertwines her fingers with Gigi’s, squeezing her hand to let her know that she does want this. Crystal wants to glance at Gigi to see if she’s smiling - because Crystal definitely is - but she can’t bring herself to. 

The rest of the movie blows by. Crystal is distracted by the way Gigi’s hand feels in her own and how Gigi’s thumb rubs her finger in soft circles. 

When the movie ends, Crystal half expects Gigi to stand up and let go of her hand, reserving this particular activity for the darkness that the back of the movie theater provides them. 

But she doesn’t. She stands up, and Gigi and Crystal walk out of the theater hand-in-hand. 

“What time is it?” Crystal asks as soon as they’re out of the door. 

“Let me check my watch,” Gigi responds. 

Again, Crystal expects Gigi to let go of her hand to check the watch - it’s wrapped around her left wrist, the wrist of the hand that Crystal is holding - but instead she brings up their hands jointly to look at the watch. 

“It’s 9:15. Do I need to get you home?” 

“Probably soon, yeah, or my mom will start to think I’ve been kidnapped,” Crystal jokes. 

“Sounds good to me. We definitely wouldn’t want that!”

They walk to the car in silence. Crystal has butterflies in her stomach, in her head, in her hands, in her legs… her entire body feels fluttery and jittery. That’s the effect Gigi has on her. 

“So, how’d you like the movie?”

“Oh, um, I liked it, it was good,” Crystal answers vaguely in an attempt to disguise the fact that she had been paying much more attention to Gigi’s hand - and her own thoughts - than the movie itself.

“Me too,” Gigi agrees, “I think it’s one of my new favorites!” 

Gigi begins driving, and Crystal feels the warm California air envelop her. Gigi sings along to a song that Crystal doesn’t know the name of, barely audible over the sound of the wind, but still loud enough to completely and totally captivate Crystal. The lights of the city disappear behind the car as they drive, and all Crystal can do is smile. 

The drive goes by more quickly than Crystal would have liked it to; she knows it’s late and she needs to get home, but nothing sounds better than holding Gigi’s hand for another two hours. 

“Is this your house?”

“Yeah, it is,” Crystal sighs. “I had a really fun time tonight.”

“Me too,” Gigi whispers, turning her head to look at Crystal. 

The lowlight of the street lamps illuminate the dark sky, and Crystal can’t seem to focus on anything aside from Gigi’s bright red lips. Crystal knows that she wants to kiss Gigi, and she can tell that Gigi wants that, too. But there go those damn butterflies again. She’s never been in this position and doing the wrong thing at the wrong time absolutely terrifies her. Kissing a girl terrifies her. 

The only thing she can think to do is tuck a stray strand of hair that flew out of Gigi’s ponytail behind her ear - that’s what they did in all of the cheesy romance movies Crystal had watched, anyways. This elicits a quiet giggle from Gigi, and Crystal’s heart melts. 

“What’s so funny?” Crystal smiles. 

“Nothing, you’re just… you’re sweet and very captivating.” 

“I don’t think anyone’s ever called me that before.” 

Gigi has placed her hand on Crystal’s forearm, and moved as close to her as she can within the confines of her car. Crystal can feel herself shaking now; the idea of kissing Gigi is no longer a mere thought, it’s a real possibility. 

“Ireallywanttokissyou,” it’s out of Crystal’s mouth before she can stop herself and her nerve-driven impulses. 

“What?” Gigi looks confused, clearly not having heard her. 

“I really want -” 

Crystal doesn’t allow herself to finish her sentence. She closes the distance between herself and Gigi and presses their lips together. 

If Gigi is surprised or nervous, it doesn’t show. Her lips move against Crystal’s slowly and tenderly, and Gigi’s hands cup Crystal’s face. Her lips are soft and smooth and they taste like strawberries. Gigi lightly drags her tongue across Crystal’s bottom lip, and Crystal has to stifle a soft moan from escaping her lips. The kiss is electrifying and intense, and is made increasingly passionate when Gigi’s tongue meets Crystal’s. Crystal is on fire; she can feel the aftershocks of Gigi’s touch everywhere. 

Crystal is the one to break the kiss, needing to relax herself and breathe. It feels surreal, the entire night has. Crystal finds her forehead pressed against Gigi’s, and all she can think is “wow”. 

Crystal regains her composure, pulling away from the blonde, who looks at her with a smile. 

“I wanted to do that all night, Crys.”

The simple sentence almost propels Crystal to capture Gigi’s lips in another kiss, but she forces herself to get out of the car.

“Good night, Gigi.” 

“Call me?” 

“Well, of course,” Crystal grins. “Thanks for picking me up, and thanks for the movie.” 

“Thank you for coming tonight. Good night, Crys.” 

Gigi drives off as soon as Crystal walks up her porch, waving goodbye. 

She unlocks her door and walks inside, a smile still on her face and a head still filled with thoughts of Gigi.

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Happy Second of July, Kevlar!

John Adams, signer of the Declaration of Independence, Second U.S. President, and all around unpleasant guy, had this to say about America's Independence Day:

"It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shows, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations, from one End of this Continent to the other, from this Time forward--forever more."

In other words, he thought it would be a pretty big deal, and he was right. Those Founding Fathers, they were smart cookies. Adams, Tom Jefferson, the guy who kept putting his John Hancock on things, and of course Bill, the Earl of Rights ... They were generally good, smart men, who only wanted to, you know, overturn the government.

Of course John Adams also said this:

"The Second Day of July 1776, will be the most memorable Epoch in the History of America."

Wait.

The Second?

Nobody's perfect.

"Hey, bud--let's party!"

Actually, Adams had a point: The Continental Congress did indeed approve a motion to change the United Colonies into the United States on July 2. It was the first big bureaucratic boondoggle, requiring the government to print up new letterheads, buy new rubber stamps, and change the seal on the Presidential Podium. Not to mention they had to fund an army.

But, in yet another classic case of putting the cart full of red tape before the red, white and blue horse, the Congress then spent two days editing the Declaration of Independence before they finally approved it--on July 4th. So that date got printed at the top of the Declaration, and eventually led to our National holiday.

The Founders didn't care. They hated John Adams so much that they didn't take any of his suggestions for bells, bonfires and such, anyway. Adams' last words, as he died on July 4th, 1826, were: "Thomas Jefferson still survives. Why isn't he setting off fireworks?"

Adams didn't know that Jefferson had died five hours earlier. Jefferson's last recorded words were: "Is it the Fourth?" When offered painkiller, he added, "No, doctor, nothing more. Make no noise that would make that ass Adams think we're celebrating."

As a result, the first recorded noise complaint to police didn't take place until the night of August 24th, 1814, in the city of Washington. I just happen to have transcripts of the call to police:

"This noise has been going on for hours. I have kids, and I have to get up early to go to work!"

"Sir, you don't understand: The British are burning Washington!"

"Well ... can't they do it more quietly?"

Ironically, the first recorded celebration of Independence Day was on September 13 of that same year, 1814, during The War of 1812.

(I suppose it's for the best that we didn't call it The War of 1812-1815, which doesn't trip off the tongue so well.)

The British were not huge John Adams fans. Still, they had it on good authority that Adams was busy in Massachusetts, debating with its legislature the best way to spell Massachusetts. (A name definitely decided by committee.) So they brought all their cannon, mortars, and rockets, in an attempt to crash the party being thrown at Fort McHenry.

But the Americans manning the fort had a secret weapon: a giant American flag, made of Kevlar.

Most people think Kevlar was introduced in 1971, but in reality Benjamin Franklin invented it accidentally in 1784, while trying to introduce a stronger condom. Apparently he was still fuming about his son William being named Governor of New Jersey--royal Governor of the colony of New Jersey, on behalf of the King. Not long before he died, Franklin was heard to say, "I'll never have another child! ... well, hello, ladies!"

It's not recorded where he said this.

Your flag may vary.

The Kevlar was adapted into a flag, allegedly by one of Franklin's great-grand-daughters, and repelled everything the British could throw at it. This led an onlooker to write a poem that was later turned into a song:

Oh, say, can you see,

blocking Franklin's pee-pee?

No latex surrounding--

but this stuff can take a pounding.

The lyrics were later changed by the Daughters of the American Revolution.

So it took a lot of time and history type stuff, but in the end Adams was right about the holiday, if not the date. From one end of the continent to the other, we make noise, flash lights, burn stuff, and generally annoy each other. I'm not sure if everyone doing that stuff actually gets why ...

But we're still here.

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[jungle321jungle]

Sleeping in The Woods: Two

It was never in Virgil’s plan to be a camp counselor, he had never been a fan of kids.

It was never in his plan to learn to enjoy each of the boy’s company, he had never wanted to learn the truths behind their fake smiles.

It was never in his plan to get wrapped up in things he didn’t understand, he had always preferred to keep to himself.

None of it was ever his plan, but he’d do whatever he’d have to save everyone- even if it means risking himself.

Tagging: @hells-missing-a-goat @angels-and-dreams @ollyollyoxinfree @gattonero17

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Two

If it wasn’t clear that first day, by the start of the second week it was obvious that the boys enjoyed testing Virgil’s patience.

Roman appeared to have a habit of running ahead and getting into messes. Remus seemed to make it his personal mission to attempt to scare Virgil. Dee tried to challenge everything Virgil said or did. And Patton was just so adorable that his innocence made Virgil feel bad for even considering swearing in front of him.

Then Logan was annoying him purely by being there. The boy seemed so very unimpressed by everything going around him, and it seemed he hated every other kid in the world. He would sit back from the group, refuse to participate, and damn was Virgil envious of him for doing so.

It wasn’t fair that Logan could just sit around and get away with it, but if he did so “he was bad at it his job”. All Virgil wanted was a childless few hours for a nap.

Well maybe not a few.

Maybe a day? Two? A year? Yeah a year sounded good.

Anything which would stop this.

“Okay arms out!” One of the little Witches cheered. Despite having heard her name at least four times Virgil had promptly forgotten it. Maybe Madison? The other cabin had at least 17 girls and Virgil couldn’t keep up. Even so he complied with demands and let her take his measurements.

“Why do you need these again?” He asked her.

“I’m gonna draw you and it needs to be super precise.”

Virgil gave a grimace, “Can’t you just draw an apple like everyone else?”

“Nope.”

“Strike a pose!” Remus called out.

A large suggestion of poses met his ears. “Are you all drawing me?”

Virgil wasn’t sure why he asked because he got a chorus of yes in return. Virgil looked to his fellow counselors for help, but the two girls seemed to have checked out- like Virgil wanted to- and left him to deal with the mess.

Over with them Virgil noticed Logan as well.

Unlike the other children which were being a bother in general, he had made himself comfortable beside the other counselors with a book, but he kept sending a glare Virgil’s way.

It’s not like Virgil wanted this. He wanted to be home with a book on his couch.

But no, he gave a deep sigh and gave a stupid pose for the kids to draw.

“Are you going to hang up your portraits?” Dee asked as they walked toward the Cabin.

Virgil looked up from where he was staring at the stack of drawings in his hands. “I haven’t decided.”

“He’s going to throw them out,” Logan stayed plainly.

“I never said that,” Virgil frowned. “I think they’re just gonna go in a bag.”

“You don’t need to pretend to like them.”

Virgil opened his mouth to respond but after a pause he rifled through the pages to find a stick figure version of himself with a cape and crown. “I’m not pretending,” he said turning the page for Logan to see. “I really like this one for example.”

Logan rolled his eyes but didn’t say more.

~~~~

“Logan,” Virgil tried. “Are you actually going to swim or are you going to just sit on the beach the entire time?”

“I sat on the beach yesterday. So I’ll do it today too.”

Virgil gave a sigh, “Everyone else is swimming. You don’t want to join them?”

“You’re not joining them.”

Because today they were the only group swimming so he didn’t need to stay to keep the ratio. Instead the swim instructor could cover it, while he got a well deserved break. “I’ve got to do a couple things in the cabin.”

“Can I just go with you then?”

Virgil opened his mouth to come up with an excuse as to why he couldn’t, but Logan was already standing.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

Virgil held back a groan.

“Shall we head back?” Virgil asked when Logan was done.

Logan shook his head, “You want peace and quiet right? Well so do I. Can we make a deal?”

“...A deal?”

“I go back to the Cabin with you and we both ignore everyone else. I read and you nap.”

Virgil would lie if he said he didn’t consider the idea. But ultimately he shook his head, “It’s too soon for me to lose this job. So we can head back to the lake and just chill on the beach.”

“Fine .”

“Why don't you want to participate with anyone?” Virgil asked as they walked.

“Because I don’t want to be here.”

Virgil had too much in common with this kid, “Well at least you can make the best of it? Um... what kind of things do you like besides reading?”

“I dunno. But why do you care anyway? It’s not like you wanna be here.”

Virgil gave a grimace, because I’m paid to. “I never said I don’t want to be here. I’ve... I’ve just never been a counselor before so I’m kind of nervous.”

The fourth grader didn’t look convinced.

~~~~

“Alright wizards,” Virgil started to get the campers’ attention. “We have officially received our orders for what cabin we are working with for capture the flag. We will be paired with the Queens, and Princes. So get your stuff we are headed to the Prince Cabin for a strategy meeting.”

“Why can’t they come here?” Dee complained.

“Their Cabin looks the biggest,” Patton answered before he raised his hand. “Are we gonna have to be against the big kids too?”

“Middle schoolers, yes. High schoolers no.” Virgil replied. “The high schoolers are doing something else.”

“Are you allowed to be our high schooler?”

“Technically I graduated high school, but no. I’m just supposed to stand around and make sure none of you do anything ridiculous.”

“What do you mean by ridiculous?” Remus asked.

“If you have to ask...”

“Fine.”

“So, can we go to this meeting now?”

Given the meeting of the three cabins. Thomas and Jon had organized everyone behind their cabin in a bit of open grass. Virgil motioned for his campers to join the older boys sitting on the grass as the Queens arrived and sat down beside them.

“Alright first part of our strategy is this,” Valerie started. “To win!”

The girls gave a cheer in response while Virgil gave her a confused look.

“There is an actual strategy though,” Thomas tossed in. “The gist is we want to have the biggest and smallest kids guarding the flag. The bigger ones can hunt down others and smaller kids can hide and pop out. Then we want our fastest runners going for the other two teams. And if you’re small and fast you are going to play hot potato with a flag once we’ve got it. Everyone else is a floater and a decoy. Does that make sense?”

Despite knowing the plan from the start, Virgil felt the urge to say no.

This would be very interesting.

~~~~

“Are you ready, blue team?” Valerie shouted to the crowd of children who cheered in response.

“Everyone remember the plan?” Thomas asked. “Then let’s go!”

After the pep talk, Virgil had taken his post upon the junction between the edge of red and blue zones to dispel any argument the kids got into over which side they were on. Elsewhere other counselors were placed about the zone and watching the three teams and making sure no one went too deep into the area’s forest. But while he understood his role during the game, he didn’t particularly understand why Logan had chosen to stand beside him as the game began.

“You know this is a team game right?” Virgil tried.

Logan gave a shrug but didn’t respond.

The game seemed to be relatively nowhere. The teams seemed to be evenly matched. Virgil gave a yawn as he glanced at his watch, they were only scheduled to be playing for another ten minutes. Would the game end a three-way tie?

“I tagged you!”

“I tagged you! You’re on my side now!”

“Shouldn’t you be doing your job?” Logan asked him.

Virgil resisted the urge to reply and instead he gave a grimace as he moved toward the two arguing campers. Truthfully he hadn’t been watching. “Hey, hey, hey. Look I didn’t see it. So let’s do it this way. Each of you on your own side. No one was tagged at all? Deal?”

They didn’t seem happy as a staring contest began, but Virgil couldn’t bring himself to care. Instead he went back to where he was standing. It wasn’t for a few moments that he realized something was missing.

“Logan?” He called to no response.

He blinked looking at the other kids rushing in and out of the trees in confusion. Where had he gone? Had he snuck back to the Cabin?

Virgil felt a surge of frustration rise, had the little pest really just waited till he turned his back to head back to the Cabin? There were only five minutes left for god sakes! Virgil forced himself to take a deep breath.

This was a camp wide activity.

In other words, if Logan sneaked off it wouldn’t be his fault or responsibility. So what did he care?

“I got it!”

The sound of a child’s voice caused Virgil to look down to find Logan by his side once more- joy. But this time, Logan’s glasses were askew, he looked as if he had been sweaty, and he painted from running quickly. But despite all of it he smiled proudly as he held up something red for Virgil to see.

“I got it.”

Virgil nodded in disbelief, and blew his whistle to signal to everyone else.

~~~~

The campfire which followed the game Virgil had to admit was a fun one. But being on the winning team and getting smores seemed to help. He stuck close to the other counselors grateful to be around people closer to his own age, but he found he kept looking to the campers to find Logan in the middle of bunch of them an embarrassed smile on his face as they undoubtedly praised him.

The celebration continued back to the Cabin afterwards.

“How did you get it?” Patton asked excitedly. “I thought you said you weren’t going to play!”

“I wasn’t,” Logan confirmed pulling out his pajamas. “But I stood watching for a while, and just standing there watching the red team I could see where a bunch of them get kept running from. Meaning the flag had to be there.”

“So that entire time you were just analyzing everything?” Virgil asked in surprise.

Logan shrugged, “What else was I supposed to do? I was bored.”

It was the sound of the Cabin door opening which made Virgil frown. He gave a sigh and set down his phone and climbed out of his bed hoping whomever was up had just ventured to the bathroom.

He neared the Cabin door when the sound of humming met his ears. And upon opening it, he found Logan sitting on the steps humming to himself.

“Can’t sleep?” Virgil asked him, sitting down.

Logan’s humming ceased as he gave a shrug, “I don’t know.”

“Something wrong?”

“I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have joined the game.”

“Why not?”

Logan paused his gaze falling to his lap as he lightly kicked his legs. “Because I’m not supposed to enjoy it here. I don’t want to be here... I was supposed to be at a music camp.”

“You play an instrument?” Virgil asked.

“Uhuh, violin... But I’m not allowed to go back to music camp.”

“I’m sure your mom just wanted you to do something different for the summer,” Virgil tried but Logan shook his head.

“ The camp said I can’t come back after last summer,” Logan admitted as he kept his gaze fixed to the ground. “I-I  got mad at someone so I took his trumpet and threw it. He deserved it too. He kept saying things about my mom, so I wanted to throw it at him, but he moved... And the trumpet went through a window.”

“Wow,” was all Virgil could muster in response.

Logan nodded, “Then they said I can’t come back. So mom sent me here.”

“Just because you didn’t plan to be here doesn't mean you can’t make the best of it,” Virgil said after a pause. “I don’t think it’s a secret that I didn’t plan this for my summer either. But I’m going to try my best and have fun when I can. Sure I get frustrated at things and people, but I really enjoyed the campfire earlier... so if I can try, will you?”

Logan looked up at him in surprise but finally he nodded, “Okay.”

Virgil gave a slight smile, “Good. Now head back to bed.”

“Fine. Night Virgil.”

“Night Logan.”

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