#huh i thought he was some money grabbing asshole who sulks all the time

[freethrows]

Chris Paul talks about Klay Thompson in his post-game interview with NBC Sports Bay Area

Mar 1st, 2024

#huh i thought he was some money grabbing asshole who sulks all the time #anyways me making a chris paul gifset would send 2022 meg into a spiral #its sending 2024 meg into a spiral what is happening #but i thought this was cute #chris paul #golden state warriors #my gifs

[lucerystargaryensblog]

title:Hate to love

Modern lucemond

732 words

Today was supposed to be a good day for lucerys he woke up and decided to be happy

Let get into why he decided to be happy

Lucerys and aemond was a couple for about 3 months and the school had decided to have a prom

They was having a great time till a drunk cunt came and talk to aemond

They was very drunk and loud so when one of them yells

ARE YOU GONNA END THAT BET TONIGHT I WANNA HAVE A TRY AT THEM.the drunk cunt says

Lucerys look at aemond with realization

No-no he doesn’t mean that he just drunk.Aemond says

Lucerys heads for the stairs and aemond catches up to him as they reach the top.

Would you give me a chance… lucerys cut him off

You had a bet to take me out from one of your friends i knew this was a set up

Luke it wasn’t like that,okay

Really? What was it like? A down payment now and a bonus sleeping with me?

No i didnt care about the bet or the money okay? I cared…i cared about you

Lucerys turns to him with a amount of sadness and anger

You are so not who I thought you were.

In desperation, aemond grabs him and kisses him. After a second, lucerys jerks away and flees down the stairs and out of sight.

The next day at school

Otto stands at a podium and faces the class with an open book in front of him.

All right. I assume everyone has found time to complete their poem. Except for Mr.Targaryen...

Otto begins to laugh very pleased . Baela sulks at his desk behind a pair of sunglasses.

..who has an excuse. Baela, lose the glasses. Otto says

He removes the sunglasses and everyone laughs but lucerys

Alright. Anyone brave enough to read theirs aloud

No one moves. Then lucerys slowly raises his hand

I will.. Lucerys says

Here we go He signs

Lucerys stands and walks to face the class. he clears his throat before reading from his notebook.

I hate the way you talk to me And the way you cut your hair.I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.I hate your big dumb combat boots And the way you read my mind.hate you so much it makes me sick.It even makes me rhyme.

He pauses then continues

I hate it...I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh; Even worse when you make me cry.

He begins to cry but continues to read

I hate it when you're not around And the fact that you didn't call,But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you;Not even close; Not even a little bit;Not even at all.

He looks at aemond he looks back but morose,thoughtful

He walks out the room and everyone is stunned

In the parking lot

Students are leaving and lucerys walks towards his car

When he opens his door he is greeted with a fender strat(guitar)that aemond saw lucerys playing in a store before

He picks it up slowing and inspecting the details

Aemond leans in behind him

Nice huh? He says

A Fender Strat? Is this for me?

Lucerys says

Yeah. I thought you could use it. You know, when you start your band. Besides, I had some extra cash, you know. Some asshole paid me to take out a really great boy.

Lucerys start smiling

is that right?

Yeah, but I screwed up. I, um... I fell for him.

Really lucerys says

It's not every day you find a boy who'll flash someone to get you out of detention.

lucerys looks Surprised and embarrassed about the flashing

Oh,god..

He laughs and aemond takes that as i sign to kiss him but lucerys pulls away suddenly

You can’t just buy me a guitar every time you screw up,you know

Aemond winces

Yeah, I know. But then, you know, there's always drums and bass and maybe even one day a tambourine.

He kiss lucerys again which he breaks again

And don’t think you can…

Aemond shut him up by kissing him,not letting him finish

Instead of posting the ten things I hate about you story on here I had put it on my wattpad (yuri Aizawa) and deleted it on here

#lucemond #aemond one eye #lucerys velaryon

[side-shawty]

Burn XIV (Stark!Reader)

XIV: Family Business

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Type: series

Prompt/Summary: Family is not just blood.

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Stark!reader, Tony Stark x daughter!reader

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

•

The next morning you somehow found yourself a tangle of arms and legs with Peter. 

After the initial wariness of your surroundings faded you were still finding it hard to believe this was all real you relaxed into him again. You pushed your face into his chest and breathed in his calming scent as his strong arms unconsciously tightened around you. 

Your eyes slipped closed again and you were almost asleep again when the light sliding of the door opening could be heard. 

You hoped they’d go away once they saw you were both asleep but there was no such peace with the Avengers.

“Aww look at how cute they are. You owe me five bucks Sam,” Natasha spoke.

“No you owe me, I said they’d be attached at the hip within 12 hours and you said 20,” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Okay, but I said 8 so, both of you pay up,” Bucky interrupted and it took everything in you not to look at them and roll your eyes. 

You could hear the exchange of money and Bucky’s over-enthused “Thank you,” in reply.

Peter groaned beside you and held you closer, “You guys are way too loud,” he told them, eyes still closed.

“And you’re way too stingy, can’t we see her too?” Nat said and you giggled a little at that, effectively blowing your cover.

“She’s up!” Sam said and you and Peter both sat up, rubbing at your eyes and stretching.

“She wants to go back to sleep,” you told them and they laughed lightly.

“No time for that. Time for hugs,” Nat said, coming to your side of the bed. 

Meanwhile, Peter got out of the bed and told you he’d be back with breakfast before kissing your cheek. The simple action made you giddy.

“Bleh,” Bucky fake gagged as Peter left and he and sam sat in his now vacant spot.

You hugged each of them tight, you hadn’t realized how much you missed everyone. 

“So lover boy was here all night, huh?” Sam asked wiggling his eyebrows as if he didn’t know the answer.

“Yes he was, we talked and we slept and I will take no more questions,” you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“That better be it,” Bucky said but there was no threat in his voice that warranted concern.

“Gosh, you’re really showing your age today aren’t you Buck?” Nat teased before turning to you. “Earlier he asked me what an AirPod was,” she laughed and you laughed with her.

“And here I thought you were getting the hang of this new fangled century,” you told him.

“Listen I’m trying okay, everything is so fancy for no reason,” he sulked and you laughed again.

“Seriously though kid, how are you?” Sam questioned and they all looked at you expectantly.

“In one piece,” you said honestly. “Some scrapes and bruises and a cut on the back of my neck that’ll probably scar but I’m alive,” you smiled.

“Was it a shock device?” Bucky asked darkly.

You hesitated before answering, “Yeah.”

Bucky’s metal arm flexed as he balled his hand into a fist, “I’ll fucking kill those HYDRA assholes one day.”

You placed a hand on top of his fist, “Hey,” he looked up at you, “I’m alright. Thanks to all of you I’m here and breathing. I love you guys.” 

Before you knew it they pulled you into a hug and you held back tears giving you their own declarations of love. When Peter came back in with food they all decided to let you eat in peace with your boyfriend. Peter told you the doctors would be here around one and in the meantime, you’d probably get several visitors. 

All too soon, he had to leave for the city, there was only so much school he could avoid without the possibility of not graduating on time. He left with a promise returning that evening and a soft kiss on your lips. 

Before anyone new came in you asked FRIDAY to call your mom downstairs. She helped you shower and change into sweats and one of Peter’s shirts with a wink. She told you that she would have stayed longer but Morgan would be waking up for the day soon. 

Your dad stopped by for a little after she left and after Sam and Bucky blew something up he also had to leave.

The next ones to walk through the door were Steve and Rhodey.

“Well if it isn’t two of my favorite soldiers,” you smiled as they walked in.

“As long as I’m the number one favorite I accept,” Rhodey said before gathering you into his arms for a tight hug.

When he let go Steve was next, “Keep dreaming Rhodes.” 

“Well I would tell you who my favorite was if I thought it wouldn’t hurt your feelings,” you told them as they had taken the same positions as everyone else and sat on either side of you.

“C’mon now Y/N you wouldn’t want to give the old man a heart attack.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Anyways, how are you Y/N?” Steve asked.

“Good, healing, y’know? Seems like it’ll be a long process but I feel better than I did when I first woke up last night.”

“I’m glad to hear it, we’re only going up from here.”

“Definitely, by the way, I haven’t seen Thor, Clint, or Bruce today.”

“Thor is off-world, apparently whatever HYDRA used to brainwash Harley is similar to the mind stone so he’s trying to get it out ahead of it,” Steve told you.

“Clint had to run home, Laura is going to give birth soon and Bruce should be by later with your other doctors,” Rhodey finished.

“Ah got it. I cant wait for little Y/N to be born,” you said.

“Yeah because Barton is definitely gonna want to name is kid after the girl who put retractable grates in the vents to mess with him,” Rhodey rolled his eyes.

“Well he shouldn’t have tried to prank me on my own turf.”

“Everywhere is your turf,” Steve said.

You grinned, “Exactly.”

Steve hesitated before speaking again and his face became solemn, “Listen I’m sorry that I couldn’t do more for you that night.”

“So am I, we’re family, I should have protected you,” Rhodey added. They both let their heads hang low.

You took one of each of their hands into you, “You guys, look at me,” they obeyed, “I’m so incredibly happy right now you have no idea. A lot went wrong but I’m okay, even if I do have to spend a couple extra days in here.”

They both smiled at you and things felt okay again. They stayed for a little while longer leaving you with words of encouragement before you were once again left alone.

However, you weren’t suffocating the way you had been at HYDRA. You asked FRIDAY to project the water by the compound onto the right wall, it felt like you could finally release all the tension in your body.

Before you knew it your eyes slipped closed and you fell asleep.

——

You were awakened again by the sound of the door opening, this time Bruce and your dad walked in with —

“Well this is quite the surprise,” you said smiling.

“How could I not visit my favorite fire-wielding hero,” he spoke and made his way over to bring you into a tight hug.

Bruce hugged you next with a smile and then went over to one of the machines you had unhooked when you first woke up. Your dad gave you a kiss on the forehead and then stood beside the other scientist.

“To what do I owe the pleasure Doctor Strange?” You asked.

“You know me,” He took a seat next to you on the bed, “I love popping in and out but after I heard what happen I made sure your dad kept me in the loop. I know magic stuff keeps me busy but I am still your Godfather,” he told you.

“Mystical Godfather,” Tony threw in, “A totally made up title.”

Strange rolled his eyes and silently mocked your dad, “Still a title.”

“Debatable.”

You laughed lightly at their childishness.

“In all seriousness though, your dad ordered a full workup. He said your flames turned purple and wanted to make sure it didn’t damage your body in a non-tradition sense,” he told you and you nodded.

“So I only get a visit if my life at risk?” You asked overdramatically, throwing a hand to your forehead, “You wound me.”

“Haha, very funny. Now sit up straight while I work my … magic,” he said.

“Booo, your jokes have gotten worse since Christine got pregnant,” However, you sat up straight as he stood.

Strange was quick to begin in a flash of warm light symbols surrounded you, several of them had even went in and out of your body. 

After a few minutes, he was finished and the light and symbols faded away. His face was littered with mixed emotions.

“What is it?” You asked, concerned.

“Are you alright?” Strange asked and the question grabbed the attention of Bruce and Tony.

You were confused, “I mean aside from some injuries that might scar I feel fine.”

“Tired? Weak? Foggy mind?” Strange asked.

“Barely, it was bad when I first woke up though. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Part of what a ‘full workup’ is is looking into your soul or aura and it seems like whatever happened when you released those purple flames caused a hole,” Strange explained. 

The room was silent. All three men looked at you anxiously as you sat in shock, you weren’t sure what to say.

“So a piece of he is just poof! Gone?” Tony asked, bewildered at the idea.

“It’s a small piece but essentially, yes. There’s a chance it may come back over time but things like this are usually done only in dire situations of stress or emotional turmoil.”

“Well my situation checks all the boxes,” you said quietly to yourself.

It was then that tour father decided to move from his spot beside Bruce and wrap an arm around your shoulders. 

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“I think so, this is just a lot to process.”

He nodded and the room fell into silence once again.

“Well on the bright side,” Bruce spoke up, “It seems the damage Hydra did to your powers was temporary. If your readings are correct, you should be at 100% in no time,” he finished with a comforting smile.

“Thanks, Bruce. That actually does make me feel a little better,” you smiled with him.

After that Bruce ran a couple more tests and then the three men were gone again. However, your father did leave you your phone which you were beyond grateful for. You were playing a random game on it when Dr. Evans came to give you a quick check-up and update before leaving. 

You had a few more hours of peace before your next visitor decided to show their face, it had to be well after sunset by now. 

There were two knocks on your door and you replied for them to come in. You locked your phone and placed it on your bed as he entered and for some reason seeing him made you lose your breath.

“Harley,” you whispered.

•

NEXT CHAPTER

#burn fic #peter parker x reader #peter parker x stark!reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #avengers x reader #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker x woc #avengers x platonic reader #avengers x black!reader #tony stark x pepper potts #morgan stark x sister!reader #peter parker #tony stark #morgan stark #pepper potts #avengers #avengers au #marvel imagine #marvel series #marvel imagine series

[prurientpuddlejumper]

Guerrerita, Part 3

 <- Part 2

Summary: The first time you met Nevada Ramirez was also in a dark alley. 

1,577 words

“You owe me.”

“What?” you hissed, whipping around to face the threatening voice. You kept your face hard, showing no sign of weakness, even as you saw the three intimidating men who had followed you into the alley outside a shady, semi-legal MMA tournament.

“I had a lot of money riding on that fight,” said the shortest of the three, tsk-tsking. His shoes were shiny black leather—expensive, but tacky. He held a cigarette between his teeth when he wasn’t speaking and wore all black except for the gold cross flashing around his neck, pendant resting in a bed of dark chest hair. The two flanking him were bulky heavyweights, over six feet, at least two hundred-fifty pounds a piece, which meant you probably couldn’t take them. Not both at once. They dwarfed the center guy, but they were waiting on his signal to do anything. The small one was the brains. The boss. He was the one you had to keep your eyes on.

“So what? Not my problem.”

You shrugged your gym bag over you shoulder and turned to leave, but his goons stepped forward sharply, ready to grab you, and you thought better of it. As much as you’d rather not show them you were scared, this was the kind of dangerous you didn’t turn your back on.

“Oh, sweetheart. You think I’m playing? You come into my town, looking like a nervous mousy little rookie. Oh, pobrecita bebita, que tierna,” he mocked baby-talk at you, pouting his lips. “Get everyone betting against you, then the bell rings and you turn into a wild fucking animal. You run a hustle on my turf? Way I see it, that is your problem.”

Your left nostril began to twitch and the corner of your mouth curled into a snarl. “Then get some fucking glasses.” A small voice inside begged frantically, don’t do this now, calm down, but it was already drowned out by a dark, reckless pulsing in your ears. You didn’t like being threatened. Somewhere along the line your stubborn refusal to take any more shit from assholes turned into a fury you couldn’t control, that overrode your own self-preservation. Your bruised fists curled for another fight.

The boss just laughed, a harsh, barking, sarcastic show of power. His men stayed put, for now. “What a dirty mouth. Little warrior here, huh? I like that, I like that.” He prowled toward you, a crooked smirk without teeth bending his neatly trimmed stubble. If he wasn’t such a scumbag you would have called him handsome. Maybe that was what kept you at bay, apart from the knowledge that the second you launched yourself at him in a hail of fists, the two big guys would kill you—because his face was too pretty to bloody up. “Guerrerita, you don’t know who you’re fucking with.”

“You want money, go after the bookies. They’re the ones making bank,” you challenged, taking a few backwards steps to keep distance from him. “I don’t know what kind of hustle you think I’m running, but I bet my last fifty bucks on myself and I’ll still be lucky to make rent. I am not giving a cut to some wannabe gangsters.” You planted your feet at the spot where the alley curved and some old shipping crates created a pinch-point where your smaller size might afford some advantage, and refused to back off another inch.

He stopped, keeping several feet of distance, too. Taking one last drag, he threw his cigarette butt down and crushed it out.

“I’m the King of the Heights, sweetheart,” he explained, as if that should mean anything to you. “Nevada Ramirez.” He extended a hand to shake, and you dropped into a defensive stance. You didn’t like the way he looked you up and down, scrutinizing you with a gaze that made goosebumps rise along your arms. Your muscles twitched in anger and terror, and you tried to balance the two emotions so you could maybe get home in one piece.

“Alright, Mr. Ramirez. Why don’t you and your boys back the fuck off and let me go home. Because you try to follow me, rough me up? I promise it won’t be worth your time. You watched me fight. Before your boys back there can take me down, I’ll have your balls shoved down your goddamn throat. And yeah, you can have your boys shoot me dead.” You noticed the muscle had reached for concealed weapons the moment their boss got within range of your fists. “But what a waste. I’ve never done anything to you. I’m not a threat to your… kingdom? Not unless you attack me first. So why don’t we both just go about our merry ways in peace?”

He laughed again. Dry. Harsh. Your defiance entertained him, but he was growing impatient.

“What makes you think you can tell me how to run this town?” The hard edge to his voice raised the hairs on the back of your neck. As much as you liked to think you’d hit rock bottom and didn’t give a damn anymore, you’d never been murdered. As many impulsive fights as you’d gotten yourself into, you had never been so sure that losing would result in your body in a bag. He smiled when you had no more snappy comebacks, relishing the growing fear in your eyes. His posture opened up, suddenly all friendly. “You’ve got me all wrong. No one’s gonna kill you, guerrerita.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want to know what’s a high-class broad like you doing here?” He raised his eyebrows. His knowing grin sent a jolt down your spine, and he looked satisfied by your reaction, which confirmed his assumption.

Nevada could read people, and he could smell suburbs on you. Nice house. Good family. Educated. White picket fence and a dog. Apparently he couldn’t smell the trauma or the failed stint in the Marines thanks to your occasional but fun penchant for sucker punching assholes without thought to rank.

“What’s it to you?” Your teeth ground together. Like hell you’d ever tell him that story.

“You owe me for that stunt in there. And I know how you can pay me back.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. “Good luck if you think my family will pay you ransom. You think I’d be here if—”

“Work for me.”

Your mind went blank. For several seconds you stared, wondering if you’d heard him right. Finally you blurted incredulously, “What?”

“Come work for me, and we call your debt even.” He looked you up and down again with a smirk. “Bet you clean up into some nice arm candy, classy girl like you.”

You took another step back despite yourself, stomach turning. “No fucking way. I don’t need a pimp, and if you even think of touching me I swear to fucking god...” Your voice turned into a threatening snarl as disgust turned to rage. Your muscles twitched, ready to do as much damage to his handsome, jeering face as possible before being killed. You would rather die than go through that again.

“Whoah, easy,” Nevada laughed, putting his hands up in surrender, but with enough dripping mockery to make it a power move. “Nothing like that. Security.”

“Security?”

“You get knocked in the head too many times?” he raised his eyebrows over his shoulder back at his guys, and they laughed along like trained seals. “Think about where you are. You just won a contest for beating the shit outta people. Security.”

“You want me to be a bodyguard?”

“Now she gets it,” he smiled, and it was pure delight. “Enforcers that look the part are a dime a dozen—face full of scars, covered in macho tats. They send a certain message, don’t they? Usually the intimidating shit is what you want. But some situations call for a bit more… nuance than these pendejos.” He jerked his thumb toward the giant brawlers still lurking behind him. One of them sulked. “You could be subtle. When business requires I don’t advertise I brought muscle. Imagine it,” his tongue darted over his lower lip. “Put you in a dress two sizes too small, and nobody sees you coming until your fist is through their skull. I bet folks underestimate you all the time.”

You almost laughed that the idea of protecting him when he must have known you’d just as soon put a fist through his skull. Working with criminals didn’t sit well with you. Though your life had been one downhill spiral since all the shit that kicked you off your shining life trajectory, you had never done anything illegal. If you didn’t count misdemeanor battery. Which you didn’t. You only punched assholes who deserved it. And you were fairly sure this Nevada Ramirez character deserved it. You didn’t trust him, and you did not take well to being shaken down.

But then he said people underestimated you. His eyes were the color of the sky before thunder: bright, ominous, and flashing dangerously. And when he said it, his bright eyes locked straight onto yours, like he knew. For the first time in your life, it felt like someone was seeing you, the deepest parts of you, and actually liked what he saw.

You didn’t have much of a choice, anyway. It was either accept the job, or have some drug kingpin sic his enforcers on you for your last dollar. 

“What do you need me to do?”

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#nevada ramirez x reader #Nevada ramirez #Raúl Esparza #Trouble in the Heights #my writing

[elsanna-shenanigans]

August Contest Submission #16: The Transfer Student

Words: ca. 2,000 Setting: Modern AU Lemon: No CW: Bullying, arranged marriage, mild angst, talk of suicide

Elsa was a new student on Arendelli High in Tokyo, Japan. Despite her constant reminders to her parents that she didn’t need their help picking school, they had persisted, Elsa had had to give in eventually. The school was what Elsa expected it would be, full of very antagonistic, rich, spoiled brat students. She quickly rose to popularity which she kind of expected. Not only was she the heir of a well-known, rich CEO and granddaughter of a corporate empire, she was also conventionally seen as attractive, which had both perks and cons. One of the cons was being constantly bombarded by the popular kids as they tried to get her into one of their ‘exclusive clubs’, which she had to persistently decline.

Which earned her the title of ‘Snow Queen’ in no time at all. “As usual,” she sighed. “It’s like some sort of a tradition.”

  This time she wasn’t going to just give up. She didn’t hate them, per se. She just couldn’t stand them. They were wildly immature, highly superficial if her overhearing their very loud gossip in the stall was any indication, back when she happened to be in one after helping to clean the bathroom. They also bullied the only person she actually wanted to get close to.

See, Elsa had a secret, just like everybody else, but this secret she cannot let anyone know. Not her parents nor her friends. Not if she can help it.

  She’s into the same sex,

swings the other way,

flower napper,

gay for girls,

  You get the idea.

  The girl named Anna was from her class too, she was really smart and got a scholarship to the school, so she wasn’t from money, as Elsa heard from one of the gossips. That was why a lot of the superficial ones bullied her. Elsa fancied that the real reason they were so harsh on Anna was that she was more beautiful than them and they felt threatened by her beauty, it might actually be true. Elsa once bumped into her ‘accidentally’ at lunch and was about to talk to her and maybe invite her to coffee but the redhead only apologized profusely and excused herself.

  Elsa felt guilty after that. She felt like she should be doing something to change this situation, she feared that the bullying might get to her one day. She wanted to do something for the girl so despite her hesitance she contacted someone she can even remotely consider her ‘friend.’

  “Yellow?” Elsa sneered as soon as she heard his voice.

“Oh, Elsa I can hear your sneer from here, if you need something from me then you would have to be a bit nicer.”

Elsa conceded and breathed in. “Fine. I need your help with something… and yes I can hear your grin reaching from ear to ear here too.”

“Oh, dear Elsa. What might this help be? Is it something your Mommy and Daddy cannot solve for you?” Hans replied.

Elsa snapped at that comment. “You bring up my parents and I hang up,” she threatened.

Hans knew that she meant it. “Alright Snow Queen, tell me what has got your ire this time.”

“It’s not a what, it’s a who.”

“Already? You just moved in the school.” “It’s not that!” Elsa said, flabbergasted the situation that she was in. “I…I want to court someone.”

“Oh, so it’s that,” Hans replied, seemingly reminiscent.

  Elsa doesn’t blame him. Sometime they forget that they’re more similar than they think, since Hans is gay too.

  See here: Hans and Elsa were to be betrothed, and so both of them had hired investigators to follow each other and find a reason to cancel the marriage. This was how they had discovered each other’s secret which, oddly enough, is what got them to keep the arrangement, since if it came to it, they’d let each have more leeway or even a chance to pick who they really love. They decided they are both fine with that kind of arrangement since eventually they’ll give in to their parents’ request and they would rather end up with someone they can negotiate with.

  “Can’t you just…I don’t know. Charm her or something, like talk about how you’re the daughter of great CEO and have a corporate empire or something?”

“Hans,” Elsa said, as she held the bridge of her nose, she’s just basically done. “I’m not like you, and it doesn’t work like that.”

“Hey, just throwing around ideas out here.” Hans defended himself. “Also it worked for me.”

“Well, I’m not like you. Prince Charming!” Elsa pointed out.

“Yeah, I wonder why? Miss Snow Queen!” Hans retorted. “Have you tried the ‘Accidental bump method?’”

“Yeah, and it didn’t work.” Elsa sighed, remembering how much it hadn’t worked. “It even kinda backfired.”

“Oof, a tough one huh. When did you get so picky?” Hans quipped.

Elsa sneered again. “I thought we’re here to, I dunno, help me court someone? Not judge my choices?”

“I know, I know. Sheesh…” Hans attempted to diffuse the situation. “Have you tried giving her a flower?”

“Ha Ha, that’s really stereotypical,” Elsa said.

Hans continued. “Look, Elsa. The goal here is to court someone, you kinda do need it to be stereotypical in a way or, if you prefer, predictable.”

“But it’s too obvious,” Elsa argued.

“That’s kind of the point.” Hans laughed. Then he was quiet for a while.

  Elsa thought about what Hans said. He did, kinda, have a really good point, Elsa had to admit. If only he used that brain of his to do good things instead of just goofing around and causing mischief then she might actually like him, not too much though, Elsa still for sure preferred girls.

  “Elsa, I gotta go,” Hans said a minute later. “Goodbye.”

  “Goodbye, and thank you,” Elsa replied. It was at these times that Elsa was happy that she let him stick around.

  Elsa followed Hans’ advice and went to buy flowers. She would have to be careful about this, else she might just be at the bullying end and she couldn’t help Anna that way. Though she does think there can be sort of a camaraderie in that, she prefers if it didn’t happen. Not if she can help it.

  What she decided to go with was yellow crocus flowers, as they were apparently a great symbol of hope and joyfulness. Which was definitely the message she was looking to send. Winter will indeed end, spring will come again and life will go on.

  She arranged them in a vase with water to keep it fresh and left it at Anna’s desk as they were going to class next morning.

  However, Elsa didn’t get quite the expected reaction. Yes, students were talking about it when they saw it but they had sort of a look of dread in their face instead of curiosity and intrigue which worried Elsa. That can’t be good but it’s not as if she can undo it now. She needs to know what’s wrong, then it came to her. It was sort of a slow realization.

“What if the culture around flowers here in Japan is vastly different compared to where I’m from?” she thought and the gears on her head started to turn. She leaned in a bit to the other table and calmed herself enough to listen in to their conversation.

  “Do you think the Gyaru girls did it?”

“No even they wouldn’t stoop this low.”

“What kind of asshole would tell someone to kill theirself?”

  That was the last straw for Elsa, she is still confused as to how this all worked it but if it was bad enough that even the gyaru girls won’t do it then she’s royally fucked. She was going to remove it now no matter what, reputation be damned. Then Anna walked in and headed directly to her table, on when she reached the table did Anna notice the flowers. It was like scalding hot water being poured on her when Elsa watched Anna’s expression shift from bad to worse.

  Anna went running out of the room. Elsa followed quickly after, determined to comfort her properly this time. Anna was fast walking and then running and Elsa almost couldn’t keep up with her. This was a very unfortunate day to wear heals. Elsa followed her to the rooftop expecting to see her sulking there, but what she saw was something else.

  Anna was on the edge of the school rooftop, she had her shoes off and she looked like she was about to… no… nooo… please don’t do it, please don’t jump.

  “Hey, don’t do it, please.” It just came out of Elsa’s mouth without her permission, but she was glad that it did.

“Let me be,” Anna replied, her voice full of resolution.

“It was me, I was the one who put the flower with the vase there. Whatever it meant, it was not my intention.” Anna looked at her like she had grown two heads but Elsa kept going, she had Anna’s attention now and that’s good. She’s also slowly getting closer to her as she spoke. To pull her away if needed.

  “I didn’t… I just wanted it to be your hope in this trying times. I wanted to be…”

  “You’re not just making this up to make me feel better?” Anna asked, still guarded.

  “If you want to, I can show you exactly where I purchased the flowers and the vase but I can’t really do that unless you get down from there first.” Anna seemed to realized she was still outside the protective fence of the rooftop, she seemed to blush at the realization. Must be from the height, Elsa thought. Anna finally moved to get to a safer location and Elsa helped her. After she was safe and sound, Anna grabbed at Elsa’s hand. For the first time since Elsa got to the roof, Anna finally met her gaze.

  “Then why didn’t you just tell me?”

Elsa looked into Anna’s eyes, she didn’t find any blame or sarcasm there, it was just genuine curiosity.

  “I tried and I failed the first time, I guess…I should have just tried again.” The situation of the earlier encounter was finally getting to Elsa, crashing down on her like huge waves on an unassuming shore, she holds on tighter to Anna’s hand “I’m just, I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s okay.” Anna traces soothing circles on Elsa’s hand.

“But I almost killed you,” Elsa says to Anna. Anna reaches for her to remove the tear that fell from Elsa’s eyes.

“I’m also being stupid, to be fair, I wasn’t in a great place but still it’s a stupid move. I’m not saying you’re off the hook, just saying it wasn’t just you.” Anna patted Elsa’s back and it worked wonders. She breathed as she hears that and despite herself, she felt a bit of relief.

  “What did it mean anyway? The flowers and the vase on the table?” Elsa asked after she had retrieved her handkerchief to clear her nose with. Her back turned to Anna as a polite gesture.

  “It means the whole class wants you to be dead. It’s like sending someone a coffin while they are still alive.” Anna replied.

  “Oh…that’s,” Elsa started to say, “kind of morbid.” she thought outloud and Anna nodded to her in agreement.

  “I think I should be more careful about this, culture difference and knowing the norms in this place.” Elsa concluded, still a bit guilt-ridden over what happened.

  “It’s fine, you were new so you didn’t know. Now you know what not to do next time.” Anna replied to Elsa, and then she flashed a smile to her direction, “Like I said, still not off the hook though,” she reminded her. “You still need to make it up to me.” Elsa didn’t get it at first but when she did, she blushed profusely. She didn’t want to misunderstand more things but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t take this opportunity “So uhh…coffee?”

  “Yeah, I wouldn’t pass on that, but I prefer hot chocolate.”

“Me too.”

#elsanna #submission #august 2021 contest #prompt: flowers #cw: bullying #cw: arranged marriage #CW: talk of suicide #CW: mild angst

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Simple Stars - part 2

Summary:  [Y/N] has found her soulmate.  But, it turns out that he’s an asshole.  Will they make amends?

Word Count: 2575

Warnings: slight angst??? a couple of swear words

Due to popular request, here is part 2 to “Simple Stars”  I wanted to add another day or so between when shit goes down and when Tsukki and the reader finally talk, but this would have ended up being like 5000 words!!  As always, let me know what you think!!  Your feedback is always welcome and appreciated!!

Part 1

~★~

  Part of you was happy that no one chased after you.  There was another part of you that was disappointed.  You knew that your soulmate was mean, so why did you still want him?  Why did the universe have to do this to you?  That night, you barely got any sleep.  Time was spent either crying or wondering why the universe hated you so much.

  Needless to say, you woke up the next morning feeling more tired than ever.  The day was spent simply going through the motions.  Although, you made an effort to not draw on yourself.  When lunch came around, you realized that you had forgotten your lunch at home.  Today was turning out to be one of the worst days of your life.

  Sighing, you stretched your arms above your head.  You debated on whether or not to dig through your bag for some extra cash.  Maybe you could get something from one of the vending machines.  Before you could reach to dig through your bag, Yachi tapped on your shoulder.

  “Are you alright?”  Her question was sincere, but you weren’t in the best mood.

  “Do I look okay?”  You snapped.  Noticing the look of shock and hurt on her face, you speak up again.  “I’m sorry.  I’m just tired.”

  “We both know that’s not true.  Come on, let’s get you something to eat.”  You begin to protest, but she slaps some money on your desk.  Sighing, you grab the money and stand.  What did you do to deserve such a good friend?

  “Lead the way, just not in front of the gym again.  I don’t want to deal with him.”  She simply smiles and leads you down the hallways of the school.

~★~

  Once Yamaguchi explained to the team why you ran away, everyone was scolding Tsukishima.  He did realize that he messed up, but he refused to admit it.  The idea of soulmates was nothing but an annoyance to him.  Someone who you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with?  What bullshit.

  So why was he feeling like a small part of him died?  He reasoned with himself.  Saying that he was only so upset because the team teamed up against him and banned him from practice until he made amends.  Deep down, he knew that wasn’t true.  He felt so horrible because he could feel a small fraction of the emotions that you were feeling.

  Did he really hurt you that bad?  Had he really just fucked up the one good thing that this life was willing to give him?  He spent most of that night trying to drown out your emotions.  He tried listening to music on full blast.  He tried studying to get his mind off of the things that he felt, but it wouldn’t work.  Instead, he ended up crying himself to sleep, much like you did.

  When he woke up, part of him was hoping that you had written to him.  Even if it was just those stupid stars that he threw such a fit over.  Anything.  Tsukishima wasn’t one to get overly emotional, but he couldn’t help himself.  He spent his morning sulking, trying to get his indifferent mask back on.  It didn’t work, no matter how hard he tried.

  Yamaguchi definitely noticed the difference with his friend.  However, whenever he tried to bring the difference up, he was quickly shut down.  Tsukki went through the day as normal, much like you did.

~★~

  The walk to the vending machines was quiet.  Neither of you bothered to fill the silence.  It wasn’t until you finally reached the vending machines, that Yachi broke the silence.

  “Talk to me.”  Her voice was soft.  It was like if she spoke too loud, you would break.

  “I wish I didn’t have a soulmate,” you lied.  Right now it was easier to lie to yourself than to face the truth.  Maybe if you lied to yourself enough, you could get over this.  That wasn’t how it worked, but you were desperate to stop hurting.

  “Your soulmate is your other half.  The person you are meant to spend the rest of your life with.  It’s gonna be just like any other relationship.  There are going to ups and downs, but in the end, you both know that it’s going to work out.  Do you really want to spend the rest of your life sad and alone because of one little argument?”  She was right.  No matter how much you wanted to deny it, Tsukki was your other half.  The person you were destined to spend your life with.  But that still didn’t give him any right to hurt you like he did.

  “I just… I’m not sure what to think right now.  On one hand, my heart wants to forgive him.  On the other hand, my brain keeps telling me that I don’t deserve to be treated like that.”  There was your dilemma.  The battle between your heart and your brain.  “Realistically, I know that I should just forgive and forget.  It would be better for the both of us.  I think I just need a little bit of time to process.”  At first, you didn’t want to talk about what happened.  You wanted to deny everything and go back to normal.  However, it was better to talk.  It was better to get your thoughts out there than to keep everything in your head.  

  You both take a moment to bask in the silence.  Yachi struggles to find the right words to say.  So instead she hums in approval.  She understands that you’re hurting, and she respects it.  “Let’s head back to the classroom.”  Yachi chooses to end the conversation there.  She packs her lunch up and waits for you to follow suit.  When you finally do, she gives you a small smile and walks alongside you.

~★~

  The last half of the school day comes and goes.  There was too much on your mind to properly focus, so you doodled instead.  You tried to keep your pen on your paper, but there were a few times when you couldn’t help yourself.  It wasn’t as bad as usual, but there were a handful of stars on your arms.  Would Tsukki get mad again?

  “[Y/N]-chan, why don’t you stay after school with me?  I’ll let you copy my notes and we can walk home together.”  Yachi spoke as soon as the bell rang.  You really had to stop spacing out so much.

  “Yeah, I’ll be in the library.  Text me when you’re done cleaning up, I’ll meet you at the entrance.”

  “You can just sit in the gym again,” she offers.  “That way we can just go from there,” Yachi quickly finds an excuse.  Like hell you’d go back there.  Not after last time.

  “I’m sure you know why I’m gonna say no.  There’s no way.  I’m not ready to see him again.”  You really weren’t.  At this point, you knew what you had to do, but you weren’t ready.  Not yet.

  “Alright.  I’ll see you later.”  Yachi relents.  You both pack your bags and head your separate ways.

  Your walk to the library was quiet.  It was nice to be alone again.  Once in the library, you unpack your notebook, pens, and Yachi’s notebook.  You spend a while copying notes, until someone sits in front of you.  There were plenty of seats open, so why did this person decide to sit right by you?  Curiosity gets the best of you and you look up and glare.

  “Why are you here?  Don’t you have practice?”  You sneer.  Of all places he could be, he had to be right here in front of you.

  “I’m skipping today,” he explained simply.  He didn’t look at you.  Instead, his eyes were on anything but you.  The walls, the books on the shelves, other students, anything but you.

  “Uh-huh.  Like I would believe that.  What happened, did they kick you out,” you questioned mockingly.  Finally he looks at you.

  “Tch.  I don’t want to be here as much as you don’t want me to be here.”  He said to you, matching your glare.

  “Then why are you here?  I thought I was too annoying for you,” you reminded him.  If he wants to talk to you, you’re gonna remind him of what he did.  Of how he hurt you.  The least he could do was apologize.  He’s the reason why you two were in this mess to begin with.

  The librarian shushed the both of you.  A small apology escaped your lips.  While you were momentarily distracted, Tsukishima snatched your pen from your hand.

  “Hey!  Give that back!”  What was wrong with this dude?

  “[L/N]!  Out!”  The librarian yelled.  Before you could protest, Tsukishima grabbed your stuff and dragged you out of there.

  “What the hell?  What’d you do that for?”  You yelled at him, snatching your wrist back.  So much for copying notes in a peaceful area.  Tsukishima walked off before he responded.

  “Well, are you coming or not?”  The smirk on his face made you want to hit him.  But, you followed him nonetheless.  He still had your stuff, after all.

  “Where are we going?”  You questioned.  

  “You’ll see.  Hurry up or I’ll leave you behind, short stack.”  Now he was calling you names?  What the hell was this guy’s problem?

  “Just because you’re a bean pole, doesn’t mean I’m short,” you defended.  He merely hums and starts walking faster.  “Hey, you jerk!  Slow down!”

~★~

  When he finally stopped, you were by the gym.  There was no escaping this place, huh?  Things were still quiet.  Neither of you had bothered to make further conversation.  Instead of wasting time sitting in silence, you decide to resume copying Yachi’s notes.  Digging into your bag, you take out both notebooks and a couple of pens.  Though, your favorite pen was not in its proper spot.  You check your backpack 3 or 4 times before letting a huff of frustration out.

  “Hey have you seen…”  The words die in your throat as you look over to see Tsukishima drawing on his arm with it.  “Hey!  I thought you hated when I drew on my arms!  Why do you get to draw on yours?”  You reach over to grab the pen from his hand.  He quickly finishes writing and stands up, holding the pen above his head.  Instead of looking like a fool and jumping up to reach it, you punch him in the stomach and snatch it when he bends over.

  “What the hell was that for?”  He clutches his stomach.

  “That’s what you get for hurting me and stealing my favorite pen,” you explain smugly.  Soon your smile dies down and you remember the hurt that you were feeling not too long ago.  With fists clenched at your side, you glare at him once more as you fight the tears that were coming back.  “Why?”  You sniffle.  “Why would you write that?”  At this point your sorrow had come back, full blast.

  He hesitates, still clutching his stomach.  “Because you were being annoying.  I was getting tired of washing off all of your little doodles before practice.”  He sits back down next to you, this time closer than before.

   “Why would you wash them off?  Is there a rule against it?”  You wanted to understand.  Why would he get rid of the doodles that connected you to him?  Did he really hate them that much?

  “I just didn’t like the attention they brought to me.”  He sighed, looking away.  “People would always comment on them.  Whether it was making fun of them or even just admiring them.  It got irritating at some point.”

  You nod, understanding that he just didn’t want the attention.  But one question still floated around in your head.  “So, do you really hate them?”  The words were quiet.  You knew it would be a difficult question to answer.  He seemed like the type of person to close anyone out before they got too close to his true emotions.  You finally looked over at him. Again, he was staring at anything but you.

  A light blush dusted his cheeks.  After a few seconds of hesitation, he finally answered.  “I don’t hate them.  They’re actually kind of…”  He trails off into a mumble.  The blush on his cheeks got brighter as he spoke.

  “What?”  You questioned.  Instead of properly answering he looked away and mumbled again.  “Huh?”  You lean in closer, trying to figure out what he’s saying.  Still, he doesn’t look at you and mumbles again, getting so red you thought he was gonna pass out.  “You’re gonna have to speak up.  I can’t hear you.”

  “I think they’re cute, you idiot!”  His head whips around, so he can finally look you in the eyes.  Your noses brush against each other.  Both of you remain there.  Noses touching, too shocked to move.  You could feel his breath on your lips.  How had you gotten so close without realizing it.  Both of your faces were flushed.  Time seemed to come to a halt.  Was this it?  Was this the moment you forgave him and sealed your fate?

  “JUST KISS ALREADY!”  The sudden yell makes the both of you pull away.  When your head whips around to see who yelled, you see the whole team standing there.  Watching you.  Instead of them all continuing to stare at you and Tsukishima, they turn to scold the person who yelled.  It was another short player.  The one with a tuft of hair bleached in the front.  While everyone drags him back inside the gym, the one with grey hair waves and tells you to “carry on.”  Way to ruin the mood, guys.

  When you look back at Tsukishima he has a glare on his face.  This time it wasn’t aimed at you.  While he’s distracted, you take time to get a good look at his face.  There was still a light blush on his cheeks.  Though, it wasn’t clear if that was from embarrassment or anger right now.  His short, blond hair looked soft, and the way the light hit his eyes made them look beautiful.

  “Don’t you know that staring is rude,” his sudden interjection caught you off guard.  How long had you been staring?  You blushed again and backed up even more, almost falling off the bench.

  “I wasn’t staring!”  You denied, waving your arms in front of your face.  The embarrassment didn’t last long, because you noticed something on your arm.  “I’m sorry.  Forgive me?” was written neatly, with little stars surrounding it.  When you looked back at Tsukishima, he was turned away again.  Though, the blush was still obvious.

  Instead of responding verbally, you picked your pen up and wrote back to him.  “You are forgiven.” appeared on Tsukishima’s arm.  He was almost too embarrassed to notice it.  It was your turn to blush and look away.  Though, when he stands up suddenly, you look back up at him, slightly confused.

  “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”  Before you can protest, your phone rings.  It’s a text from Yachi.  She says that you can keep her notebook for the night and give it back to her in the morning.  You smile.

  “Okay, let’s go.”  When you stand he snatches your pen again and speeds away.  “Hey!  Give that back!”  You quickly stand up and run after him, giggling.  Maybe your soulmate wasn’t such an asshole after all.

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[calypsoff]

Thirty.

I been out in Cali near enough every day, shit is cool as fuck around here. I mean it’s a little quiet when I am in the house, but I am chilling out every day, I be driving Robyn’ Porsche around doing my thing, talking to suppliers, other designers, went to meet up with Tyga. He doesn’t even live that far from Robyn, we just hung out for two days straight. I am living that Cali life and I am loving it to be honest. Why did I even think this place was bad, I may have been trying to prove a point to Robyn. Thinking of Robyn, I need to text her. Drake invited me to the club, he invited me to the club with him. I am so hype for this, I have got a barber to come out to Robyn’ crib and do my hair but I can see how you can spend a lot of money here, I think I have spent more then I should have but I can’t help it. Just living life, I am happy right now. Robyn and I, we speak sometimes and it’s always that awkward conversation because I left annoyed with her, and she was hating on me when I left because of what I said but we haven’t even spoke on it, she is somewhat busy and I am also, not busy but I just keep it to me. I don’t know what to do or say to Robyn to make her feel better or for her to not be angry with me. I just don’t know what to do or say, I tell her about when I go out but I just keep it to me mostly because Robyn doesn’t care right now, also she ain’t give me sex, so I have been without since. Imagine partying with Tyga in his crib with the finest bitches there, and I am backed up and not had sex. I would never cheat on Robyn, ever. But it’s hard, she can’t do that to me because I said she is skinny. It makes no fucking sense, and I will bring it up wit her when I do see her, when we meet again of course.

Barry and TJ are forever facetiming me, they said they will be coming soon to see me and they want to be living that Cali life “listen, I am still trying to get used to shit. Like right now I can go to Tyga’ crib and he be like cool, sit with me. He has bitches walking around naked as fuck, without a care. He just be having bitches, bro. It’s crazy, I am sat there with my mouth open like damn. Then I remember oh yeah Robyn” TJ busted out laughing “yo, you need to remember number one now, so you think we should have moved there” hearing the buzzer go off “uhm, honestly maybe yes but no. I spent too much money here, like I ended up throwing some money at these girls just twerking because niggas was doing, you know. What could I do, shit was behind closed doors, so I just like uhm here a dollar” I snorted laughing pressing the buzzer “who this!?” I asked, “It’s JC bro!” letting out an oh “cool, come through” unlocking the gate “that’s me out, I got my barber out here” TJ and Barry gasped “no fucking way, yo. We are coming there ASAP, fuck you!” I cackled; this is funny because I know these niggas are dying to come down “aight, I’m out” disconnecting the facetime, I need to look good. I am partying with Drake now so yeah, fuck that noise, making my way through the hallway to open the door, this place is too damn big. It’s a nice home but I don’t think its home for Robyn, like she ain’t have no personal pictures around, like she just comes here. Opening the door “what’s good? Thank you for coming out” dapping JC “bro Tyga told me, I got you for whatever you want” moving back to let him in.

My hair isn’t even that bad, but I needed that shape up “I hear you making a name for yourself though, like when Tyga told me and he said Chris Brown. I was like huh, and then he said that clothing line Black Pyramid so yeah, you are making a name for yourself” JC said, I grinned “I will hook you up bro, I got some gear over here bro. I got you” I am glad I bought some gear over “good looking out, thank you” I dapped him, my phone started to ring in my pocket “yo I got to take this, might be my twin” digging into my pocket “dang, imagine dating riri though” seeing the caller ID, I knew it would be Robyn. Answering the call “hey” she is probably asking about that text “so now Drake inviting you to the club, why? What are you doing over there?” I don’t know if she was joking at first, but I think she is joking “my handsome looks, but I said I had to check in with the lady of the house first” I lied, because I said yes before anything “mhmm, what if the lady says no?” I hope she doesn’t “no? Then my haircut is going to be wasted, but can I call you back. I have my barber here right now” Robyn let out an oh “that’s fine, call me whenever and you can go” she is so weird, her mood is horrendous “cool, aight. Bye then” I would like Robyn to say I love you, which she hasn’t in so long, but she didn’t “bye” the call disconnected.

I was going to call Robyn, but I decided against it, I just went to the club to meet up with Drake. I wore my best shit and I drove Robyn’ Porsche here, I have to look the part. You do really need to look the part when you deal and sit with people that are rich as fuck. I got out of the car, I don’t know if I leave it here and I go or I wait but this guy came over with his hand out, I passed him my keys and he got into the car and went, I could have gave Robyn’ car away without even knowing, imagine that. But I am sure he is part of the club; the valet guy is right here. The queue is crazy, but I will go ahead, I will try it anyways but he said my name is on the list so I suspect I just go inside, I mean what else would I do. Walking by the row of people, and I mean a lot of people that haven’t gone in. This tall guy just looked at me “name?” he asked “Chris, Chris Brown” if my name is not on the list I am so fucked, I will go home. He is taking his time “come through” he moved the barrier “hey, I know you!” some girl grabbed my tee, looking to the side of me at this female I don’t know “I know you, please get my girls in” I shook my head laughing “you light skinned niggas are not shit!” she spat, let me just go inside.

Dapping Drake’ entourage, they welcomed me like I am their own people “you came!” Drake said, dapping him but he hugged me instead “this nigga, he is a great guy. I have good feelings about people, and you are one of them, I think you are destined to be great. I am glad you came out, what you doing here? I thought you would be on tour” shaking my head “I am in cali, housesitting for my girlfriend, she wants me to get used to Cali and honestly, I am loving it” Drake laughed “you say girlfriend like it ain’t Rihanna, but that is amazing. This place is amazing, the people you meet. Also I want you to meet Nicki, hey” he waved Nicki Minaj over, this is mind blowing “no way” I said to myself, I am sweating now. Oh shit, she is real “meet a friend of mine Chris, Nicki, Nicki, Chris” she is pretty “awww hey, aren’t you the cutest” hugging her “thank you” I mumbled “oh wait, you are Rihanna’ boyfriend, oh my gosh. You are the sweetest thing!” she yelped out, am I that cute. She is making me laugh at her reaction “what can I say” I am only going to let her get away with calling me cute, I am a grown ass man.

I find this so surreal, to be in this section. To be getting free drinks, getting that VIP treatment. My life has changed, and I am so happy with everything, I am not planning on drinking anymore because I need to drive back so I am just drinking some Red Bull right now, that reminds me. Let me see what Twin is doing, she never called me when I said to her. She is so uptight, it’s dumb and I won’t call her. I am just going to text her, my phone screen lit up and I have got various messages from people but Robyn, shaking my head tapping on my messages and writing one out.

Chris: No text!?

Pressing send on the message, I said no text but yet I meant to say no call which made me laugh. Niggas are going crazy in my messages because I just posted a picture of Drake and I, I am the with the homie, I mean imagine being homies with Drake. Nobody from VA can say that shit, so my messages are going crazy, Robyn text me back.

Twin: Why would I text you?

Chris: I mean call but does it matter you didn’t!?

Twin: Right!

Chris: I am not going to fall out with yu but yu are being so stank with me

Twin: This skinny bitch will come back to you when she is better for you

Chris: wtf? I never called you a bitch Robyn! I mentioned yu lost weight and I didn’t like yu skinny it looks crazy on yu like yu are taking drugs!

Twin: FUCK YOU!

I am not even going to speak to her, let her sulk and be the way she is because as a boyfriend I told her the truth, maybe I shouldn’t have text her intoxicated but I don’t care. She has for real pissed me off, it’s not even that deep. I fucking care for her, shaking my head locking my phone “you want a drink?” the girl just came up at the side of me, she grabbed a wine glass from the tray “for you” staring at the glass and then her face, I don’t even know her “nah, I am good” shaking my head, I am not fucking with nothing like that.

Watching the gate close from the camera, I always go through this process, it’s a headache to make sure everything is locked and closed. Just give me a simple door to lock, rubbing my forehead feeling stressed. The gate closed outside “cool” my phone started to ring on the side, it’s Robyn. I deep down want to ignore it but I won’t, she called and I shall speak to her. Answering the call “what’s up?" I answered because it’s really early morning there so something is up “well you complained I didn’t call you but also you are actually an asshole, right. Hear me out” here we go, let me walk to the bedroom “you called me peak skinny and then all of a sudden you think I would want sex with you? Peak skinny, I be singing on stage and thinking about it. My boyfriend telling me I am peak skinny and now I look like I am taking drugs, do I look that bad to you!? You have made me feel like shit and yet you still have this shit attitude with me. I am here seeing you having the most fun, Tyga!? The pornstar that has women around for nothing, you think I wouldn’t see the picture, that I wouldn’t know. You may not do anything but you’re there smiling” I really don’t want to hear it “right, you done? I smiled seeing some ass because my own girlfriend doesn’t want to give that one up” I am too tired to care “you are actually unbelievable, maybe Cali isn’t for you. Just know you have really hurt me; I have a lot to think about because you are being the asshole you are now. Because I didn’t give you sex” funny how she picks on that “see what I mean with you, you pick on that one thing. You have been so stank with me; I have tried with you. I left that tour upset but did you care? I kissed your forehead and left, it’s always the Rihanna show when you are in the wrong here, what about your attitude!? I don’t want to argue with you” sitting on the edge of the bed “imagine calling your girlfriend peak skinny and that I look like I take drugs, you are a bastard Chris. Don’t call me back” she put the phone down, she is right. I won’t be calling back.

I jerked off of the bed in shock, my eyes shot open feeling my whole body just be in shock. The only thing that can be heard is me breathing heavily and I am sweating “damn” pushing the covers off of me, I am sweating. Wiping my forehead, it’s still night and actually I didn’t even close the blinds which I should have but it’s dark as fuck. Shaking my head getting up from the bed, maybe I had a nightmare or some shit, but I don’t think I was. Making my way to the bathroom, I kind of hate this home because it’s too big. It’s not the first time feeling like this actually, it’s just big and lonely. I am not scared but it’s just a little lonely to me, I froze hearing a loud thud, looking up at the ceiling. That was from upstairs, not even a lie that was. I swallowed hard, I ain’t even going to leave the bedroom like that. Jogging back over to the bed, I am going to call the police. The noise is a lot, I am downstairs, her room is here downstairs. Someone is here, maybe more. Pressing the phone to my ear “yeah yeah, someone is in the home. I ain’t left the bedroom but I can hear footsteps upstairs, the home is 7800 block of Hillside Avenue, the home belongs to Rihanna. I am her boyfriend Chris. I need someone to come out here ASAP” I ain’t a scared bitch but I still don’t want to go out there and get killed “sir we will send someone right over, can you lock the door where you are at now?” walking over to the door “I am downstairs in the bedroom, it’s a little quiet now. Should I check?” maybe I should, like what if they taking her stuff “sir please stay in the room and lock the door” licking my top lip, opening the door to see and I just flat out died inside seeing this grown ass man in my face, I dropped my phone and I went into fight mode.

#Chrianna FF #Chrianna #Chrianna Fanfiction #Fanfic #Fanfiction

[mybrainbutonpaper]

There He Was Again

Chapter 4

—finally finished this, sorry it took awhile, school started and it has been taking up most of my time. My friend edited it a bit so I hope you like it.

— summary

Lovino was having some suspicion of his husband Antonio because he was acting strange, but when he does figure what has been going on behind closed doors he decides to run to Germany and to live with his brother. Though he was expecting to just stay there and sulk, he ended up finding someone new who he didn’t expect to fall in love with.

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Coming by friends sounds like an overall easy task, but continuous contemplation of approaching Gilbert with the whole “friend” thing, it’s... quite strenuous and tiring. Often you don’t think about pushing yourself to make friends abruptly. Friends Usually come by without a second thought. However anxiety made its way with Lovino, and it drove him up the wall. Subsequently sitting up in bed, He determined to look to the internet for refutable advice to rid himself of these anxieties. He jumped from his bed, grabbed his phone from atop his dresser, and began to do some research.

The morning came and Lovino still doesn’t feel prepared, he still is going to use the websites' advice: “Highlight a similarity”—so common interests... let’s try that.

He quickly got his clothes on and slowly tiptoed out of his room. Instantly he heard Ludwig and Gilbert’s loud conversation (they weren’t exactly quiet) and Feliciano’s humming. Lovino tried to eavesdrop. But they were speaking in German, and Lovino’s German wasn't all that great. He still had a hard time understanding them. After failing to eavesdrop, he began to slowly walk into the kitchen, taking in the fragrance of his brother's home cooked breakfast.

Feeling slightly nervous, Lovino looks through the room: Gilbert and Ludwig talking and drinking coffee at the table and Feliciano making food at the kitchen counter. He slowly inched his way to his brother, hoping Gilbert or Ludwig won’t notice him.

“Guten Morgen!” Gilbert greeted and Ludwig continued to sip his coffee, kinda tensing up.

Lovino suspiciously looked at them and replied with a simple hum and continued his way to the kitchen. Lovino was nervous. If he said something, he would’ve lashed out like he usually does when he’s nervous, but Lovino still wants this guy to like him. This caught Ludwig's attention, and Lovino noticed, he noticed by his stupid surprised face. Lovino wasn’t a very nice person in general, he always gave a complaint about something when walking into any room but Lovino didn’t want to annoy the albino German.

Lovino goes into the kitchen, greeting his brother as he grabs himself some coffee, “Hey brother, there’s no work today.” Feliciano informed him as he made breakfast.

“What, why?” Lovino asks, “Are these germans having a holiday or something?”

“No, me and Ludwig are going to move somethings around the restaurant today, we’re also going to paint the walls a different color.” Feliciano chirped, “it’s been quite some time since we last changed the restaurant a bit!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Lovino scoffed, “Geez, I don’t understand why you have to change it around, looks alright.”

“Well, it’s nice to change things up a bit!” Feliciano chirped as he finished breakfast, “Can you help me?” Feliciano asks as he struggles to pick up the plates.

Lovino picks up the two plates and heads over to the dining area but before he entered Feliciano grabbed his upper arm, pulled Lovino in and whispered into his ear, “I also wanted to give you a day off to get to know Gilbert.”

“What...?!” Lovino exclaims.

“Breakfast is done!” Feliciano announces as he sets the plates on the table.

“Awesome! I’m starving!” Gilbert grinned as he reached for the plate. Gilbert took a quick bite and groaned, “This is amazing! I forgot how amazing your food is!”

“Grazie.” Feliciano thanked.

As Gilbert was devouring his plate Lovino was thinking of similar topics to talk about, he then remembered about the website— Highlight similarity. So he has to figure out a way to say and ask about his interest, I guess talk about something then he’ll lead to it.

Think of something quick, “Um, Gilbert, I heard you were going around Europe, do you travel for work?” Lovino asked, his face warming up.

Gilbert hummed in response, he quickly swallowed his food and replied, “you could say.”

Ludwig then answers, “Gilbert is an author, his stories take place in some parts in Europe so he goes there to get a full idea of the place.”

“I’m writing about History you could say but I add a little bit of my awesomeness.” Gilbert grins.

“So like a Speculative Fiction?” Lovino asks.

“yup,” Gilbert confirms as he continues to eat his food, not giving Lovino his full attention which was kind of irritating him.

“What about you? What do you do besides working at Vargas’s?” Gilbert asks.

Lovino was a little hesitant on sharing what he does for a living but if he wanted to get to know this guy then he has to tell him something about himself too, it’s only fair, “I don’t really have a Job yet, still in college.” Lovino replied as he started playing with the food, “To pay for the essentials I just get a part-time job.”

“Oh, but a part-time job isn’t really enough to get yourself a crib.” Gilbert pointed out, “I’m guessing that didn’t work out for ya, huh? Probably the reason why you're huddling up with your brother, right?” instantly the atmosphere became tense.

It became quite silent for a split second, everyone in the room except for Gilbert understood lovino’s situation and was probably thinking that this might’ve upset him but to be honest, he wasn't wrong. Lovino doesn’t have a sustainable job, he hasn’t had any type of job for the past couple of years until he moved in with Antonio. Lovino stayed there while he focused and got through college, but sense Lovino is no longer living with him and living with his brother Lovino decided that he might as well work instead of just focusing on class, hoping that he might be able to save up enough money to get himself a cheap and affordable place.

“I was living with someone before but some things happened which caused me to move out so I decided to live with my brother.” Lovino informed.

Gilbert’s grin widened, completely ignoring the tense air,”Let me guess, he got into a relationship.” okay, now that hurt, “I get it! One time I was rooming with this one friend of mine. The house was really nice, it had a good amount of rooms and lots of space for the awesome me but I ended up being kicked out because she started kissing up to this one prick.”

“Wha… No!” Lovino corrected, “It was nothing like that! Don’t assume things, it’ll only make you more stupider than you are now. And the person probably kicked you out because you were being too god damn loud.” Lovino felt a little regret after he said that.

“No way, it was all because of that prick!” Gilbert argues.

“Actually, you're half right.” Ludwig confirms, “She kicked him out because he was being too loud and annoying, apparently he kept teasing Roderich.”

Gilbert then bickered, “well the prick needed to be teased, he basically asked for it.”

“What did Roderich do? He’s a nice guy.” Feliciano asked as he picks up the empty plate in front of Gilbert, “He gives us nice things for our anniversaries and he makes really good cake.”

“He’s a stingy little prick. The guys loaded but he doesn’t give me any fancy stuff. And we’re cousins!” Gilbert pouted.

“I wouldn’t if I were him,” restraint was gone, “You're loud and an asshole, I mean, why would anyone get anything for you.” Lovino insulted, forget about being friends with this guy, this guys an absolute ass hat.

“Geez, I don’t understand why Feliciano suggested you in the first place! Good advice my ass.” Lovino grumbled as he looked at Feliciano who just pouted.

“I’m going to the Living room.” Felicinao announces as he leaves the room and Ludwig follows after him.

Gilbert’s face changed, “Wait, wait--feliciano suggested me?” Gilbert spoke with great disbelief, his eyes shifting to the door where Feliciano exited.

Gilbert’s posture changes entirely, “I mean--of course! Don’t lose faith, I’m awesome.” he boasts with a wide grin. Eyes shifting to the side, Gilbert takes a sip of his morning coffee to gain his delighted composure, “Well, here’s some good advice…”

“Nah, I don’t want to hear any of it. ” Lovino interrupts as he gets up from his chair, “If you already got yourself kicked out, why should I take any advice from you?”

“Because Lovino, people are flawed! And I’m a person who loves my mistakes! I take each and everyone with of pride, and so should you. It makes you feel better and it gets you out of your room.” Gilbert’s grin snakes across his face, and his hand to the bottom of his chin, folded together.

“Whatever, Frosty the fucking snowman.” Lovino snorts, as he starts storming to the front door.

“Hey, where are you going?” Gilbert asks.

“I’m going for a walk!” Lovino yells before he slams the door.

Lovino starts making his way to the park thinking about how the heck Feliciano saw Gilbert as a good and potential friend for him. He was an idiot for actually considering the idea.

“Learning from my mistakes,” Lovino snorts,``Like I need you of all people to remind me.”

Previous chapter

-So I finished, the next chapter won’t be for a while because of my class. I would like some good and honest feedback but just reading it is good too. I hope you enjoyed the story.

[i-went-to-a-cuddle-party-once]

Dance, Dance

Summary: Jessica makes Teen Malcolm go to a dance. He makes the best of a bad situation.

Warnings: Not many? Bullying and people being jerks. Some cursing. 

A/N: So I wrote this a few weeks ago and then forgot to post it and when I looked at it today to make any edits I ended revamping the whole dang thing because Why Not!

He sat in the leaned back chair while the esthetician rubbed yet another lotion on his face. He huffed and wished he was literally anywhere else in the world.

"Can you at least pretend to be enjoying this Malcolm? You're having a spa day, not being tortured by the Spanish inquisition."

"It's not exactly my form of relaxation mother. If you wanted to pamper someone you should have brought Ainsley," he replied through grit teeth.

"There, all done." The woman awkwardly smiled at both of them before leaving the room.

"Usually I would have," she returned her attention to her son," but I needed to get you ready for the dance."

"The what?"

"The dance. Malcolm we talked about this. I allowed you to buy that sword from the auction and you agreed to go to a social event of my choosing." He cradled his head in his hands. It was a nice katana, 15th century, great condition and it looked gorgeous on his bedroom wall.

"Don't touch your face sweetheart, you'll undo all the hard work she did. We can't have you breaking out before the big day!" She squealed with excitement and Malcolm felt himself die a little on the inside.

…

"I don't even go to that school. Or any school! I won't know anyone." They sat at the dinner table hours later, the arguments end nowhere in sight. Ainsley was practically glowing with the endless amount of fuel for teasing that had come along with all the preparations for the dance.

"That's the point, Malcolm. You don't know anyone. Anywhere. You don't socialize!" She set her fork gently down, staring daggers at her son.

"I talk to Gil all the time! And Jackie! And you and Ainsley. And-"

"Don't you dare say his name and ruin our good day," Malcolm slouched in his chair sulking, "Gil and Jackie don't count and you live with Ainsley and I. Although I still wouldn't count what little interaction you grace us with as socializing." She wiped the nonexistent crumbs from her face with a cloth napkin.

"I haven't even told you the most exciting part yet. I got you a date!" Malcolm's mouth hung open, completely speechless, and Ainsley burst into laughter.

…

He had given up on begging and bargaining and had settled into a state of acceptance. Hair carefully combed new suit on, corsage in hand. He sat stock-still next to his mother in his date's living room. His mother spoke animatedly with the girl's parents and Malcolm tried his hardest to remember what Gil had told him.

Of course, he was happy for him. Both Jackie and Gil squealed with the same sort of joy his mother had when she told him about the dance and date. None of them seemed to understand the embarrassment that stemmed from having your mother procure a date for you.

"Just try to enjoy yourself kid. You don't even have to dance. Although I do recommend it," he heard Jackie giggling in the background and could imagine Gil had taken her in his arms, twirling her around.

"Make your own fun. And please, be safe. Call me if you need me to get out of there." He kept the thoughts in his mind wishing he could call Gil now when his date finally joined them in the living room.

They made a handsome pair. Ashley and Malcolm. He could see his mother planning their wedding already. Her parents and his mother enjoyed themselves arranging the two of them for pictures like they knew each other and hadn't just met two minutes earlier.

She was pretty. Her blonde hair was piled into an intricate updo, dark blue eyes staring him down and a dangerous smile that made his stomach do flips that had nothing to do with attraction. She was deadly. The same type of girl that had bullied him mercilessly until he had begged his mother to allow him to be homeschooled.

He knew other boys his age would die to go on a date with a girl like her but all he saw was someone who could be paid off to go on a date with a complete stranger.

After what felt like a lifetime they finally left the house in a limo. The drive to the dance was excruciating. He hated small talk. Hated false pleasantries. They sat in silence. He sighed heavily and ran his hand through his hair, something he'd promised his mother he wouldn't do.

There was something that he knew inexplicably. Despite his temperament, odd interests, and father he was handsome and if he wanted to be he could be very charming. He swallowed his nerves before beginning his performance.

He looked up at his date, catching her eye with a flutter of his eyelashes before smiling shyly. She took the bait and gave him her full attention.

"I know this night probably isn't what you were hoping for. My mother sprung the whole idea on me three days ago. Though I can't say I'm entirely disappointed," he eyed her carefully knowing he'd done well when a slight blush crawled across her cheeks and a hint of a smile touched her lips.

"I only agreed to this because my mom owed your mom a favor. And I broke up with my boyfriend two weeks ago and didn't have a date and I was not going by myself." He laughed like it was the funniest thing he'd heard before shifting to sit closer to her.

"I highly doubt you would have a hard time finding a willing date." She giggled and he ignored the feeling that this was a bad idea.

...

The venue was just as loud as he had expected, music blaring from what felt like every direction. Ashley grabbed his hand in her own and pulled him in, quickly finding her friends and introducing him. He laughed when appropriate and smiled his wide alluring smile. He was clever and told jokes and when Ashley pulled him to the dance floor he danced without protest. He despised every moment of it.

He was only half paying attention when it happened. Half his mind was elsewhere, still trying to weigh if keeping his katana was worth all of this mess. It was the sharpness of his date’s voice that brought his attention back to the moment.

"Look, it's crying," She laughed, "I didn't know lower life forms had feelings." He looked to the girl her words were aimed at, tears and mascara already running down her face.

"What, you thought some cheap makeup and a store-bought dress could change the fact that you don't belong here? You're not Cinderella." His date and her friends laughed and he felt his anger rising.

"What the fuck is your problem," he was standing and the words were falling from his mouth before he could think to stop them. "I knew you were a spoiled brat who thinks that money is a replacement for a personality but I guess I was wrong," he clapped "you're a spoiled brat and an asshole who thinks they can get away with saying anything because mommy and daddy never had had the guts to tell you no." Ashley stared at him in shock before ripping her corsage off.

"This date is over," she stomped away, friends in tow eyeing him.

"Thank God, if I had to listen to another minute of your incessant rambling I was going to jump out of a window," he called back to her.

He looked to the other girl, her shoulders hunched and shaking. He guided her to an exit and watched her sit on the sidewalk before taking a seat on the pavement next to her.

"Thanks," her voice cracked. "I guess that's what I get for attempting to have one glamorous night. I know I'm not blonde and rich like her but does she have to be so obnoxious about it?" She looked down at herself with anger. "Not that all rich people are bad," she added taking a quick glance at him before blushing. He laughed his first genuine laugh of the night.

"No, I think we're all pretty terrible. Myself included." She chuckled and accepted the hankie he handed to her.

"Holy shit I didn't know rich people actually carried these. Is it sanitary?" He laughed again.

"I swear it's clean." He watched her wipe her tears and pull a compact from her bag before groaning at her reflection.

He tried not to stare but allowed himself to look at her, convincing himself that he was just trying to make sure she was okay. Her hair was in tight curls and swung loosely around her shoulders. Brown eyes rimmed with red from crying. Crimson lipstick painted on her full lips slightly smudged. She sat more relaxed, anxiety leaving her position.

"My name is Jenae by the way, and you are?" She offered a hand to him. He shook it, trying and failing to ignore the way his skin tingled at her touch.

"Malcolm. I'm Malcolm."

…

They sat on the curb for over an hour talking. He explained to her how he got roped into the whole situation ("that's the stupidest fucking thing I've heard. God, boys are dumb.") and she explained her situation to him. She had been accepted to the school due to an outreach program offered to underprivileged students. She loved the school and extensive science department but loathed the snooty rich kids that filled its halls. She was glad to put it all behind her in a few years.

"Do you wanna get out of here and do something fun? I have a limo?" She raised an eyebrow and he realized how his words could be interpreted." Oh, oh, no. I didn't mean it like that. I meant like Ice cream or something!” she giggled at his stammering and he had another thought, “Although getting into a limo with a guy you just met probably isn’t the best idea either, huh. How about in a cop car?”

…

Gil was there in minutes despite living over a half-hour away. Malcolm would question him later about it but for now, he was just grateful for the man coming without questioning what happened to the limo and why he was now on a date with a completely different girl. He drove them to an ice cream parlor he had regularly taken Malcolm and Ainsley to when they were younger and stayed in the car while Malcolm and Jenae went in.

She teasingly stole his phone and saved her number to it so he could text her later and his heart skipped a beat. Later. She wanted to talk to him and see him on a night other than tonight.

"You'll be a great scientist, I mean you're already thriving amongst a bunch of single-cell organisms." She groaned at his joke before frowning.

"I should probably head home my Abuelita will ground me for life if I get home after midnight." He offered her a hand down from the stool she sat on and nearly tripped over his own feet when he realized that instead of letting go she had wound her fingers between his.

…

The drive to drop her off went faster then he wanted it to last, which was forever. His hand was sweaty and he was sure she noticed but he refused to be the first to let go.

"Do you have any plans next weekend," she asked, "there's this art show I was thinking of checking out."

"Yes!" He cleared his throat and glared at Gil who was chuckling in the front seat. "I mean yeah, that'd be cool. Just text me the details."

The pulled up in front of her apartment building he held the car door open for her. He watched her make her way up the stairs to the door before closing his eyes, leaning against the car and unabashedly grinning to himself.

"Hey, Malcolm?" He opened his eyes to find her standing closer than he expected and before he could reply she leaned toward him and softly kissed his cheek. She turned away from him and ran up the stairs and through the front door. He slid his way into the passenger's seat where he could feel Gil's eyes on him. He covered his blushing face with his hands.

"It looks like you had a good time."

"Shut up Gil," the older man snorted, started the car and drove into the night. "Do you think it's too soon to text her?"

#prodigal son fic #prodigal son fanfic #teen malcolm bright #Jessica Whitly #Ainsley Whitly #some other random people #tw bullying #malcolm bright x oc #malcolm goes to a dance and has a surprisingly good time #my brain is blanking out on tags right now y'all I'll update this later #gil arroyo #how could I forget Gil #sometimes i write things

[graceful-defender-of-paris]

Theonsa & Robbaery + couple board game night,

1278 words (i got a little bit carried away for a drabble)

The Stark family were as thick as thieves. A day wouldn't go by when there wasn't at least one stark family member popping up and commandeering their house. They would, of course, see each other at the ‘stark family Sunday brunch’, Margaery always liked to tease that the only thing separating them from the Brady bunch was better hair.

Arya would come over for breakfast and steal their cereal (Margaery had now taken to buying four boxes of coco pops just to keep up with demand), he would find Jon crashing on his couch after a night of broody drinking, Theon was much the same but he wouldn't start quoting Edgar Allan Poe while piss drunk.

Though, hearing Jon shout “Quoth the Raven ‘Nevermore’” while squawking as a bird did make for good blackmail material it was still fairly annoying at three am.

Rickon would turn up to take over his x-box or switch with Lyanna Mormont while Bran would come over and gossip. 

Nobody knew how he was always the first to find out everything, he even knew that Margaery was pregnant before she did. It made for quite an awkward Sunday brunch as his wife had made herself a mimosa when bran from the far side of the table ominously said “I wouldn't do that if I were you… it's not good for the baby.”

Margaery was still a bit peeved about it, and since she can’t do her usual cocktail parties she had taken to having game night- which Bran was notably absent for(she didn't want him to reveal the babies gender and she wasn't taking any chances). 

Which brings them to now.

Theon, Sansa, Arya, Gendry and Jon had been invited over for a few games of UNO, and monopoly.

His wife was rushing about the house cleaning and setting up their living room with bowls of salsa, crisps, and for some reason a wide assortment of pies and lemon cakes.

 “Honey, why are you fluttering about? We're only having the usual over we’re not expecting the queen.” he put his arms around her from behind, with his head resting on hers and his hands cradling her bump. 

She melted into his arms and released a sigh, “Everything needs to be perfect for tonight, ive decided that Sansa and theon have to realise their head over heels for each other. I love Sansa but if I hear her wistfully sigh over Theon one more time I will lock them in a cupboard.” she paused making guacamole in thought “that's actually not a half-bad plan, do you think the pantry would do?”

Reaching for her hand he spun her around to face him. Her gorgeous brown curls were in a haphazard bun with wisps framing her face, she had traces of flour decorating her cheeks and Robb felt unbelievably lucky to have her in his life.

“I don't think it's your best matchmaking idea love.”

Nodding, she added, “No. my best was obviously Gendry and Arya but continue.”

“Well, I was going to say you and me but okay. I’ve seen Sansas heartbroken so many times I don't know if I could bear to see my brother in all but name be the cause of that.” 

He knew he could trust theon to take care of her, he had grown up with Theon as he grew out of his self-destructive ways and he did have to admit, they did make each other happier. He wasn't gonna be an asshole older brother threatening theon because he knew Arya would do that for him (and would scare theon a lot more than he could).

“That's why tonight we are playing monopoly”

“Huh?”

Margaery's face lit up with a devious smile, “A game that tears families apart-so we know they will be together through thick and thin. And, instead of being frustrated they will only be sexually frustrated”

Ding dong

That’s Sansa. She's the only one who will at least ring the doorbell before barging in.

“Hiya! Are we the first ones to arrive” Sansa came strolling into the kitchen, going over to hug Margaery followed by Arya and Gendry.

Arya hopped up onto the counter, grabbing the bag of Doritos and began digging into the guacamole. He swatted her hands away and shooed her and Gendry into the living room- Arya grumbling the entire time.

He knew Margaery wanted a moment alone with Sansa to mention theon and get the ball rolling.

Arya was happily munching on crisps, with her legs thrown over Gendrys lap. Yeah, he could see why Margaery thought that this was her crowning match. 

Jon came in next, sat down promptly on the sofa and started shuffling the Uno cards. 

Following him was theon whose first words that came out of his mouth was “wheres Sansa?”. Robb felt his mouth quirk into a self-satisfied smirk this was going to be too easy.

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Three hours, five games of Uno and Two hours into Monopoly things were proving to not be as easy as he presumed.

Arya had been caught out cheating after she flung her arms in the air to celebrate winning and all her cards went flying out from her hoodie. 

Margaery had started crying when she had to pick up 12 cards (he argued on her behalf that it was against the rules but gods Jon was ferocious when it came to the rules and since they were playing house rules anything goes).

Gendry gracefully lost 3 out of the 5 games- Jon lost the other 2 and was still sulking), and eventually they were on to monopoly.

All hell broke loose

He found himself accusing his Jon of stealing $200 from his pile that he should still have from passing go. Margaery was sitting pretty (as always) as had almost all of Mayfair and with hotels on all of her properties. Arya coincidentally was cursing her out every chance she got since she was being bled dry by Margaery after landing on her property for six times in a row.

Theon was still probably stuck in jail and Gendry was currently dissecting the rule book like he was back in biology cutting open a frog all to determine how much money Arya owed for landing on Park Place.

The arguing had reached a fever pitch when he finally noticed Margaery's intense stare upon him. Her eyes were wide and with a Chesire grin she looked like the cat that got the cream and he finally realised that Sansa and Theon weren't there. 

“I'm going to get more dip” Margaery stood up suddenly and walked out of the living room, making eyes at him so he knew to follow. Nobody else seemed to notice or care as Jon started shouting about what does free parking even mean?!

Walking out into the corridor he found an over the moon Margaery blocking the door to the kitchen. 

“You can't go in” he could even hear her smile.

“Why not?”

“Well, she's showing him her community chest if you know what I mean…” giggles were breaking out but she attempted to keep her composure “they're Maryle-boning”.

As much as he supported them dating he was very much not interested in seeing ANY OF THAT, “Oh god I don't want to know. Our food is there!”

Margaery threw her arms over his shoulders and whispered into his ear “I’ll let you stay in my penny lane” and winked at him.

Well, it's not like anyone is going to miss them while they're arguing and proceeded to let Margaery lead him into their room. 

It was a good board game night all in all.

#margaery tyrell #robb stark #robbaery #sansa stark #theon greyjoy #theon x sansa #theonsa #gendrya #board games #my writing #fic #drabble #1k

[lesbianfreyja]

wait I didn’t scroll far enough....41 and/or 61 too 👀

and 2 more 41s requested by anons!!! endless 41s!!!!!! so, by popular demand:

41. I’m not drunk enough for this.

+ 61. I told you not to fall in love with me.

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Mac kicked his feet at himunder the table. Dennis trapped one of Mac’s wandering ankles between both hisown. Mac twisted it around unsuccessfully for a minute before yanking it free,glowering fiercely.

“Time to behave, you stupidasshole,” Dennis muttered, under the guise of a very bright smile. “This iswhat we’ve been training for. Don’t ruin it with a hissy fit.”

“I’m not having a — I don’thave fits, Dennis,” said Mac, frowninginto his coffee. “I’m just pissed off that they don’t have blueberry pancakes.They said they got their fruits fresh every morning on the website!”

“Well, tough titties,” saidDennis. “Life isn’t always like it says on the internet, okay? Now behave. Yourpouting is ruining our whole married vibe that we’re trying to put out there.You’re gonna blow this for us, and then we don’t have anything else to do for twomore hours.”

“Why did Dee have to meet withthose surrogate bitches in the afternoon?”

Mac stabbed at thecomplimentary granola and yogurt with the business end of his spoon. Dennis hadpreviously not been aware that somebody could eat breakfast with this level ofsulk, but then he had never met someone stupid enough to say no when Mac askedfor blueberry pancakes.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s good practice,”said Dennis airily. “Now we have some extra time to get into our roles, right?”

He waved his napkin out as heunwrapped his utensils and smoothed it over his lap. Mac had his crumpled inhis fist, although he was still using his arm to wipe off his face anyway wheneverthe outside of his mouth got stained with coffee. In an effort to keep itoccupied so as to force him to use the napkin, Dennis reached out and took Mac’sfree hand firmly over the table. He smiled a bit softly, squeezing his hand. Macrolled his eyes.

“I’m not drunk enough for this,”he mumbled. Looking around, he flagged down their waiter and ordered a shot ofKahlua for his coffee.

“Jesus Christ, you are bad at this,” said Dennis after their waiter walkedaway.

“What?” said Mac. “You loveKahlua in your coffee.”

“Yes, I do,” Dennis agreed. “But I don’t really take Vic and Hugh for themorning drinker types, do you?”

“Oh, right.” Mac frowned into hisblack coffee. “Sorry, Dennis.”

Dennis rolled his eyes.

“How many times do I have totell you?” he asked, squeezing Mac’s hand again for emphasis. “The whole pointof this is to settle into our personas, Vic.I’d appreciate it if you would call me by my correct name.”

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry, Hugh.”

Dennis sighed and broke into someof the toast on his plate. It was crazy how much better he was at acting thanMac, but at least now he was trying. He let go of Mac’s hand to reach for aknife.

“Can you pass me the butter?”

“Sure thing, babe.”

Dennis started to mumble his thanks,then did a double-take. Mac was grinning at him across the table, and after asecond Dennis’s hackles went back down and he reluctantly smiled.

“That’s more like it,” hemurmured, spreading the butter out on his toast.

Mac was still smiling goofilyat him, no matter how much Dennis snapped at him to stop, when the waiter returnedwith the Kahlua. Even though he gave Mac shit for it earlier, spiked coffee didsound good. He grabbed it off the table before Mac could make a move for it, thenpoured a generous amount into both of their cups.

“What are you doing?” asked Mac,but he didn’t sound angry with him for having the bottle snatched away from hiscontrol, just surprised. He leaned back in his seat to avoid the splash zone.

“Treating my husband tobreakfast,” said Dennis lightly. He kept his eyes trained on the Kahlua as heset it back down on a flat surface, but pink was rising in his cheeks and hecould feel Mac’s widened eyes on him. Dennis looked up — bravely, he felt, andwith a stoic face to boot. “I believe this is how Hugh Honey acts when he’s outwith his, uh—”

“Trophy husband,” Mac supplied.Dennis flushed but couldn’t stop himself from smiling a little.

“Right,” mumbled Dennis,ducking his head back down.

He didn’t usually like coffeethis strong, but he had the urge to chug it all back at once. The cup wasmostly empty when the waiter finally came by with their food, and he declined arefill. When he next looked up, Mac was already wolfing down his (tragicallyplain) pancakes with alarming and unattractive speed; Dennis sniffed and pokedhis fork around his scrambled eggs, looking around for Tabasco to steal from anearby table.

“Can I have a bite of that?”Mac asked as soon as he’d doused it, and his fork prodded its way into Dennis’sview. He looked up to see Mac watching him with an open expression and hashbrown in his teeth.

“No way,” said Dennis, edging Mac’sfork out of the way with his own. “After you had a meltdown over blueberriesearlier and called me a stupid bitch for wanting eggs?”

“Aw, come on,” said Mac. “Hugh wouldtotally give me some eggs, bro.”

Dennis’s eyes narrowed as theystared each other down across the table. With a sigh, Dennis stopped blockinghim and pushed his plate over.

“Goddamn it,” he sighed. “That’sa good point.”

“Ha!” said Mac, stabbing whatappeared to be half the plate onto his tines and shoving it all in his puffycheeks. “This is exactly what you were talking about, I think.”

“What do you mean?”

“You remember, Hugh?” he asked,looking up at him. His eyes were wide and bright, sparking; Dennis felt heatcrawl across the back of his neck, and he was glad he was wearing a polo shirtto cover it up. He kept his face impassive, but Mac was leaning forward eagerlyanyway. “It’s like you said on our first date. When you finally wore me downafter asking for, like, months.”

Dennis arched an eyebrow,amused.

“Is that what happened?” he askedmildly.

“Oh yeah, bro! Of course youwere putting the moves on me. But you’re kinda charming, so eventually I saidyes.” Mac rolled his eyes. “Back then you were just a lonely billionaire with adream, but I was the working classguy with the background in real estate helping you get your business off theground. You were, like, immediately hittingon me, dude. Just like always. So anyway, finally I went out with you, and I wasannoyed because of how much walkingthere turned out to be in golf! And you said—”

When Dennis was a junior incollege, Mac came up to visit for a weekend. For once, he’d been without Charlie,who had had plans — or maybe he’d been sleeping, or too stoned to show up, or justhadn’t felt like it. Dennis couldn’t remember anymore; it hadn’t beenimportant, even at the time. Mac had shown up at his door with some prettypotent LSD, and they’d trekked into the woods off-campus while it melted ontheir tongue until it kicked in, and they’d spent hours getting lost out there.

Mac was still antsy when they startedcoming down, and they cleaned up and ordered food, but he didn’t want to staycooped up any later than it took to down a  big order of wings. Dennis drove them to afair a little ways out of town, and they spent hours riding everything there,in between sneaking into the drinks tent to get wasted; Dennis threw up on thetilt-a-whirl, and Mac had to spend the last of his pocket money on ginger ale. Whenthey were sitting on a park bench, waiting for Dennis’s stomach to settle, Mac gotfrustrated and he asked, “You know you’re a real fucking expensive date, huh?”and he didn’t mean it that way but Dennis was still feeling a little off-kilterfrom the LSD and the beer and he smirked up at Mac and said—

“I told you not to fall in lovewith me,” Dennis murmured. It came a little bit mechanically. He coughed. “Vic.”

His throat felt closed up, andhe couldn’t even bring himself to get angry at Mac for throwing in details oftheir fake marriage that they hadn’t previously agreed on. Hugh and Vic’s firstdate was supposed to have been to a wine tasting in Napa Valley. He was alittle surprised, that was all, that Mac remembered something that had happenedthat long ago on a day where he hadn’t been sober. And that maybe he thoughtabout the same way that Dennis did.

Dennis swallowed, pushing thatthought away, but he looked at him with his lips parted. Mac was fixated on hisbrunch again, though, and not paying him any mind; but a small smile was stillplaying on his lips.

“Yeah, that’s the one,” said Mac,digging back into his food.

Something was glowing rose-goldin Dennis’s chest as he stilled. He just watched Mac eat for a long moment,barely reacting to the sticky mess he was making or what he was talking about. Atsome point, Mac glanced up with his mouth still full and caught him in the act.Dennis bit his lip, and Mac only missed a beat before he kicked Dennis in theankle again.

“Get eating,” he instructed. “We’veonly got two hours to make it downtown and we still have to catch a bus.”

Mac understood him most of thetime, fundamentally. He knew what not to mention and when to divert a conversation.Maybe it was just his bossiness flaring up in him, wanting the attention and todomineer the conversation, but whatever it was Dennis felt grateful.

Hiding his own warm smile — strangeand terrifying and also the most natural and familiar thing in the world — Denniswent back to his brunch.

#i promise i'll do the other numbers in these asks too sdkljkldjs but yea #honeyv fics never die!!!! #you could also technically read this as a warmup for a bigger thing im doing so wigg #they were banging in season 5 #glirsty #hyruling #ask #drabble tag #iasip fic #fic #fic stuff #iasip #mac x dennis

[oddsnendsfanfics]

But That Makes You Family Pt. 6

Genre: Fan Fiction (Animal Kingdom) Pairing: Craig Cody/OFC Warnings: Drinking, Death, Sexual Content, Language, Drugs Rating: R Length: Chaptered Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Before we get too far, for creative purposes, some of this is going to wander away from the actual plot and time line of the show. Consider this a warning :) 

Catch Up Here

"Craig!" Olivia shouted walking through the open patio door, "Craig!"

Charging the corner into the kitchen, she glanced in the living room to find it deserted, much like the kitchen and patio. Where the hell was he?

"Cra..." She stopped halfway down the hall, bumping into J. "Where's Craig?"

"How would I know?" J shrugged a sulk etched into his face. Did this kid ever smile? "And how did you get in?"

"Lena's birthday, not hard to figure out. Has he been around or not?" Olivia crossed her arms over her chest, tapping her foot in annoyance.

"He said something about going to Deran's bar, did you try there?"

"Obviously." Olivia grunted.

Craig was not making this easy. It was like he'd disappeared on purpose, to avoid this. Whatever his game, it was highly unfair since he had a head start and had left no clues.

"Why do you need him, anyway?" J pushed past, Olivia followed him into the kitchen. Pulling out a beer, J offered one to Olivia.

"I don't see how that is your business." Olivia popped the top and took a drink. The cold liquid calming the anger, until she found Craig.

J shrugged and opened a cupboard, a bag of chips in his grasp, he pulled the shiny bag open and left them in the middle of the island cupboard.

"If it's important, I can tell him that you're looking for him. If I see him."

Disgusted, Olivia snorted and took another drink. The house was eerily quiet, in the same way an empty church or a forest could be. The Cody house was never quiet.

"I'll wait." Olivia answered, tipping the bottle back to her lips.

"Suit yourself, but I have work to do." J shuffled off.

If she waited, she could be here a while. Picking up her phone, Olivia dialed Craig's number - the tenth time in the last hour and a half. Why was he doing this to her?

He wanted to meet his son, she let him, and this was how he repaid that favour? Craig was still as self absorbed as ever.

It's Craig...

Olivia ended the call when the recorded message picked up. She could picture him seeing her number and sending the call to the recording. Craig was likely drunk in some bar or snorting a line off of some girl's ass. Both images made Olivia want to scream at him, telling him what a terrible human and parent he was.

That sort of behaviour had been fine when he was younger and had no real responsibilities. Everybody assumed Craig was the village idiot, because he kept leading them to that conclusion.

Sitting and waiting was accompanied by the clock ticking on the wall. Down the hall, J listened for any movement or signs of his guest leaving. If he waited her out, maybe?

Craig would do well to remember they had a job to plan, the last thing anybody wanted or needed was a hysterical mother wandering in here at all hours. After Olivia had shown up with Deran, it took no time for J to start the digging. He held to the warning, not telling Smurf, but it didn't mean that he couldn't start his own investigation on Olivia.

J would have to hand it to her, she had quite the colourful background with his uncles. Arrested once, getting off as a juvenile offender. Caught but never convicted three times, all on petty crimes. Then there was the drugs and alcohol problem, those appeared to stop around the same time Craig got her pregnant.

What had really riled J's interest to his Uncle's conquest had been the money. Shifting through the accounts, he had found one set up by Smurf on behalf of Craig.

Each month a set amount of money went in, only to come back out a few days later. When J tried to gather more, he was shut out, Craig was the only one with access - outside of Smurf and a bank in Connecticut.

Laptop in his hand, Olivia noticed J slinking into the kitchen. Sitting down across from Olivia, he typed away, glancing over the screen every now and then.

"You any good at jacking a car?" J's stare bypassed Olivia although his words hit where intended.

One of Olivia's crimes had been theft of a motor vehicle, the car in question belonging to Barry Blackwell. On the report, J had found that she'd been let off due to a third party claiming it had been a prank against Baz. J's imagination ran wild with ideas of what could have been in the car, if Baz bothered to report it stolen.

"Excuse me?"

"Heard you were good at it, thought I'd ask." J licked his lips, the taste of the alcohol lingering.

"If you want a car, then I suggest you steal it yourself." Olivia leaned in closer. "I'm not your errand bitch."

"Thought you'd say that." J smirked.

"I'm not playing this game, J. I don't have time for little boys and their pissing contests. Now, do me a favour, if you see Craig, tell him to drag his ass over to see me."

"Huh," J snorted. "I guess getting knocked up to keep him around is working well for you."

"Look, kid, I don't know what you think you know, but obviously you know shit." Olivia snipped at him. "I'm warning you, J; you don't want to go around making accusations."

"Or what?" J challenged. He was sick and tired of these assholes and their problems coming back for him to fix. As far as he was concerned, this was another cash drain.

Stiffening, Olivia gripped the empty bottle in her hand, the garage door banging shut catching both their attention.

"J?" Pope yelled through the house, stomping through.

"In the kitchen."

Pope crept in, his eyes hard and his jaw set. "I told you not to come here." He spoke to Olivia, ignoring his nephew. "Now is not a good time."

"Craig fucked up, I needed to see him." Olivia shrugged.

"You shouldn't be here, it's not a good idea. It's not safe for you here, Olivia." Pope shook his head in upset. "J, what did I tell you?" he scolded, "We have that pest control problem, did you finish everything?"

"I have company." J motioned to Olivia.

"I'm going, if you see Craig tell him I'm looking for him." Olivia replied sliding off the stool. "Good luck on the job, don't get caught because right now, I'd be tempted to let you all rot."

Women. Pope would never understand them. His gut told him that all of this had something to do with Craig's big mouth, the less he knew the better.

Resentment toward J growing along with her anger at Craig; Olivia slammed on the front door on the way out. What the fuck was wrong with these people?

This was a mistake.

Oceanside for an entire summer, what was she thinking?

Corbin had been disappointed and refusing to speak with his mother, when Olivia left in search of Craig. He'd stormed upstairs, without so much as listening to what she had to tell him.

Her son would come around. Her step-father had tried to reassure her,  whatever.

Olivia pulled harder than necessary on the jeep door, flinging it open with a creak. Tonight,she'd go home and find Craig in the morning. Eventually he would appear and when he did...

The front gate opening caught her attention. Standing beside her suv, Olivia glared at the man walking through the gate and up the drive way.

"Livvy," Craig smiled and laughed, higher than a kite, he staggered up the drive.

"Don't you Livvy me." Olivia snapped, storming toward him. "Why? Why did you do that to me? To him? Huh? Was this some sort of power trip for you? You knew that I hadn't said anything, so you would?"

"Whoa!" Craig held out his hands, grasping her shoulders to hold her at a safe distance. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Corbin. You told him that you're his father!"

"I did what? Fuck, no. I didn't say a fucking thing."

"Then how...how did he?" Olivia pushed her hand through her hair, trying to frantically piece together this mystery.

"I don't know, maybe he figured it out? He's pretty fucking smart." Craig added a few pieces, "Not to mention he looks like me. Shit, what would you think if your mother left you with someone who could be your fucking clone?"

Theoretically it wasn't impossible for Corbin to piece together this puzzle. He was a smart kid, observant, and Olivia didn't give him enough credit.

In the moment, laying all of the blame on Craig and this being another fuck up on his part made her feel better. Somehow placing blame on Craig made Olivia's conscience lighter.

"I didn't know how to tell him." Olivia huffed "It was nobody elses right to tell him either. Were you around anybody else today? Huh? J had some bullshit to spew was it him?"

Idly Craig shook his head, they had been at the house to grab the bikes and left. Corbin had been with him and Deran the entire time, Craig had made sure not to let the boy out of sight for a second.

"Ignore him," Craig coached, "J's a dick. He's on some sort of power trip, because Smurf put him in charge."

"I did not get pregnant to keep you!"

"I never assumed you did." Craig pulled out a cigarette. "Shit happens, accidents and what not." Lighting and puffing off of the cigarette he handed it to Olivia. She looked like she needed a good shot of nicotine or maybe even tequila to calm her nerves.

"Do me a favour?" Olivia passed the cigarette back. "Stay away from Corbin and I. Until I get this shit figured out, can you do that?"

"Whatever you want." Craig huffed. "Isn't that how this works, anyway? You make the decisions and I have to go along with them?"

"I'm not doing this with you right now." Olivia continued to shake her head, as if warding off some sort of inner turmoil.

"Then when? Fuck now is a good a time as any. Come on, Olivia, let me have it. Tell me what a fuck up I am and what a shit person I've become. I know you want to." Craig taunted, his arms open for effect.

"Stay away!" Olivia pointed at him, her eyes hard and her jaw clenched.

"Whatever." Craig waved his hand, dismissing the argument. Walking away would piss off Olivia more than if he stood here and yelled. "Call me when I get to see my kid again. If not, don't bother."

"Craig!" Olivia shouted, stamping her foot in the same manner as a tantrum throwing toddler. "Craig, don't walk away from me!"

"Good night, Olivia." called Craig, ducking into the garage.

Rarely did Craig walk away from any sort of fight. Wisely he knew when he'd had enough with Olivia, if he shut her out and let her stew then she'd come to her own conclusions and move on. Moving on from him was something she seemed to do just fine.

just because this was how I kept seeing his ass sitting there, stirring the pot with Olivia’s emotions. 

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[robininthelabyrinth]

Fic: Interconnect (ao3 link) - Chapter 4 Fandom: Flash, DC Legends of Tomorrow Pairing: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart

Summary: Fate has decided that Leonard Snart and Mick Rory are soulmates.

Yeah, okay, they’re good with that.

(for @coldwaveweek2017)

A/N: Instead of doing different fics for coldwave week, I decided to do one with multiple chapters, each based on the various days.

Chapter 4: Alternate Universes/Alternate Earths

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"- and no cursed!"

Len stops day-dreaming very abruptly. "What was that?" he mutters to the guy next to him.

"Oh, the boss just don't like cursed folks," the guy replies with a shrug.

"Neo-Salemist?"

"Nah, he's not that much of an asshole. Don't think any of the guys here are -"

"There's literally a neo-Nazi across the room that I'm planning on stabbing once this job's done," Len points out. "It's basically the same thing. What's his problem with the cursed? Not like it's their fault."

"Yeah, well, apparently the first time he got thrown in the can, it was 'cause some bad-luck cursed fucked up his timing."

There's no such thing as a bad-luck curse, as far as Len's ever heard, but there are always people who fuck up.

"And, what, he's pissed at all of them?"

The guy shrugs, indifferent. "Who cares?"

"Not me," Len lies. "It's just weird, and I don't like weird."

"It ain't that weird."

"If the world's greatest safecracker walked up and said he'd do your job for only five percent of the take, you get the rest, but, hey, he's cursed with technoshock, would you turn him down?"

"Obviously not."

"Would the boss?"

The guy frowns. "Well," he says slowly. "I mean. Technoshock's such a mild curse, y’know - I know plenty of people who are shit at using electronics without technoshock curses -"

Len rolls his eyes. "Bias is stupid," he says. "That's all there is to it."

He misses Mick.

Normally, when he misses Mick, he gives him a shout, but -

Well.

Len's on a job, which he told Mick he wouldn't do, and it's with the local Family, which he doubly told Mick he wouldn't do, and the local Family Don apparently hates the cursed, which makes it in Len's best interest not to bring it up.

He'll just have to fake it.

Len can pick-pocket, steal, and con so effectively that he's talked himself out of an arrest while ditching his gear in the policeman's own pockets. How hard can this be?

The answer, of course, is horrifically.

"People singing in the shower is for themselves," Len hisses to a bar of soap, his voice gargled by the shower. "Did you know that?"

"I'd heard," Mick says, but he sounds dubious. "I did tell you they couldn't all be soulmated..."

"Yeah, but still. It's dumb."

"You gonna tell me why you suddenly decided to go on radio silence?"

Just then someone walks in - goddamn Family couldn't even shell out for private showers - and Len has to shut up.

Len shutting up, of course, has nothing to say on Mick shutting up.

Do you know how hard it is to keep a straight face while your very scary Family boss is talking to you when his paperweight is singing Bohemian Rhapsody at you?!

And Len can't even retaliate with a set of horrible puns.

Mick is definitely suspicious now.

Oh, well, if he'd wanted Len to behave, he shouldn't have gotten himself thrown in jail right when Lewis was sulking around asking for money and threatening Lisa's schooling if he didn't get it.

Yes, Len's aware that Lewis being around while Mick's in jail isn't Mick's fault, but damnit, Len's having to not make puns right now and it's his own damn fault, so he's going to be immature and push it off to other people.

He's only twenty. He can do that for a bit longer before it starts getting stupid.

Len nearly makes a comment to Mick four times the next day, but only twice the day after.

He's getting better.

The plan is totally working.

"I think you should go to therapy," the boss's hat says. "I found a good one. You'll like her."

Len ignores him.

"You can talk about your daddy issues."

"Oh fuck you," Len says.

Everyone in the room turns to stare at him. "What did you say?" the creaky old-but-utterly-terrifying assassin, who had apparently chosen this moment to break his silence of several days running.

"...have you ever heard of alternate universes?" Len asks.

"What?"

"Alternate universes. Like ours, but not quite," Len explains. "Where all of us are the same, but with minor differences. Differences like - you're left-handed. Or three inches taller. Or a ginger -"

"Anything but a ginger," some asshole in the back says automatically. Half the Irishmen in the room – Central’s got plenty of them – glare at him on equally automatic instinct.

"Take me, for instance," Len says. "In another universe, I might not be a thief. Or a Jew. Or half-black. Or be able to keep my mouth shut." He pauses. "Or not be cursed."

The boss scowls. "You're cursed?!"

"I am," Len says. "And proud of it. You know what else I am?"

"What?" he growls, standing up. They're all standing up.

"Leaving," Len says, and runs out the door he's backed himself up next to.

They give chase, but this is Len's city, and they can't catch him or find him.

They all end up getting arrested two days later, so it's all for the best, but damn. That was no fun.

Mick still laughs for half of forever about it.

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"I still can't believe you," Mick says to the rock. "You ditched me."

"Oh, shut up," the rock-Len grumbles back. "You agreed."

"Yeah, yeah," Mick says. "Do you remember how to do radio silence? Assuming you ever learned?"

Len carefully doesn’t respond.

"Uh-huh."

"Shut up. I don't talk all the time."

"Just most," Mick taunts. He watches the fire on the hill below him spread. It's a real beauty, and normally he'd be happy to sink into it, but he's got a job to do.

Time pocket or no time pocket, someone's going to notice a pile of ash where there should be a forest.

It takes another four hours for the Time Masters to show up.

Mick charges them, less for any prospect of success than for the fun of it.

"Seize him," the leader orders, his eyes greedy. "I know precisely how we can use - ugh! Is that the corpse of a rat?!"

Mick had just thrown it into his face. And yes, yes it was.

"He must've been eating them," one of the Time Masters says.

A local fox had, actually, but Mick's not going to quibble. The good thing about a time pocket, they'd figured out from Gideon, is that even the Time Masters don't know how long you've been there.

They take him back to their base. It's shittier than Mick would've thought, what with them being Doctor Who rip-offs and whatnot. Space station stuff has always been Len's thing, not his; it was one of the ways they kept their personalities distinct from each other.

"He's the cursed one, isn't he?" the Time Master they hand him over to asks. "Soulmates?"

"Yes, Master Declan," the one delivering him says respectfully. "He's the one, alongside Leonard Snart."

"Good," Declan says, and smiles. "That just makes him easier to break."

Mick hates Declan already.

But at least he's predictable. Oh, there's a few beatings, disrupted sleeps, that sort of thing, all while he's still dazed and angry, but they're Time Masters. They know all about deprivation chambers, and what they do to people like Mick. But Len had been right useless for a good long while after his experience, and they don't want that. They're impatient.

They put him in a curse-breaker.

Curses might be curses, but if you don't break them by their own very particular parameters, the sense of loss and despair is practically overwhelming. A literal part of your identity is missing, all of a sudden, and you're vacant without it.

That didn't stop the government from inventing standard-issue curse-breakers, of course, ones that could work on anyone. Ones designed to cut off any curse, no matter how powerful.

When Mick comes out of it, he's vacant and ready to be filled with new thoughts, Time Master thoughts.

"Perfect," Declan says, and gets to work creating Kronos.

Or, at least, that's what he thinks happens.

"He can't take too long on the training," Mick slurs into a pillow after a long day of pulse-rifle training and obedience commands. "Wants to avoid time-lag. He'll send me out on a few mission runs, spread rumors of my reputation around younger Rip's time, and then send me after you."

"Fuck them," the pillow grumbles.

"Shhh," Mick says, his mouth filled with feathers as he tries to muffle himself. Stupid down pillows.

"Gideon, what's time lag?" the pillow asks. Mick can't talk much, of course, he's supposed to be curse-broken, but Len can. Barry gave him the overrides to make sure Gideon won't report to Rip on him. "Huh. Yeah, okay, that makes sense; there's no point in grabbing you if you show up an old man that I don't recognize."

Mick nods.

"Any luck on the primary mission?"

Mick doesn't respond.

"That bad, huh. Well, nothing going on my side, neither, except for the fact that they all think I killed you."

Mick grunts.

"Yeah, even Jax, but at least Jax is on the warpath over it."

Mick snorts, amused.

Honestly, he's not sure why.

You can't break a curse that wants not breaking, after all. The only reason the curse-breakers ever worked on the unwilling is because everyone wants their curse broken, just a little, and the curse-breaker sneaks in that way.

But Mick learned at a witch's knee how to defeat a curse-breaker, an old lesson with Sung-hui's sister to defeat his and Len's terrible fears of loss, and he fears no evil.

He smiles.

The Time Masters are in for a very nasty surprise.

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“Mr. Mayor, were you just talking to your lamp?” a hesitant secretary asks, as she shows his guest into the room.

“My eyes just fixed there,” Len lies.

He’s going to murder Barry for getting him into this whole alternate earth bullcrap. Murder, murder, murder –

“Is it budget season again?” Len’s guest asks, chuckling and taking a seat. “You only ever get that look in your eyes when taxes are involved.”

“You don’t say, Mr. Ramon,” Len says, smiling with teeth.

Cisco – sorry, Francisco was his preferred name on this earth – shrinks back into his seat. “Uh, Francisco is fine,” he squeaks, true to form.

“Are you sure I can’t get you a glass of water?” Len asks, leaning forward and pinning him with his best Mick-intimidating-a-Family-goon impression. “Some coffee, maybe?”

“Will it be poisoned?” Francisco asks.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Nothing! I just – uh –”

“In that case, we should just get down to business,” Len says. “You know, ever since the Zoom crisis, I’ve made my feelings quite clear on the subject of…vigilantism.”

Also, that damn Spiderman is up to no good again.

They don’t even have comics on this earth. No wonder Cisco was forced to go into business and become a multi-millionaire.

“Uh,” Francisco says. “…yes?”

“Of course, I’m not against it per se,” Len says, leaning back and weaving his fingers together. His old lawyer used to do that; that's who he's mimicking now. He always thought it made her look appropriately super-villainous, though. “As long as the vigilante in question is willing to come here and answer some questions first, of course – nothing as crude as registration, naturally, but a certain cooperation between the government and the local superheroes seems beneficial to avoid any future Zoom incidents.”

“Right.”

He’s sweating.

And he hasn’t even kissed Len’s sister this time.

Wait, has he?

Damned if Len knows.

Stupid alternate earths.

“You see, therefore, why I’m…concerned,” Len draws it out. He’s starting to have fun with this, actually. Even when he actually was a crime boss, he never got to do the whole intimidating crime boss thing. He just hates dealing with people too much.

This is totally like being Shere Khan in Talespin.

…not that he watches that. Really.

He'd say he's pretending to be Lex Luthor, but that's a lie and also, that guy's an asshole. Fuck that guy.

“Uh,” Francisco says. “Yes?”

“So we’re on the same page?”

“We…are?”

“Then why don’t you tell me the problem,” Len says. “Us being on the same page and all.”

“The…problem?”

Len pins him with a look. “Do you think this is funny, Mr. Ramon?”

“No!” Francisco squeaks. “No! Not at all! Oh god, you’re related to King Shark, aren’t you?”

Len stares.

“…please forget I said that,” Francisco whimpers.

“Sure,” Len says, deciding to just give him that one. He remembers that shark. It’d been stuck back on Earth-1, guarding ARGUS’ toys that one time he and Barry had had to break in; Mick had been his watch and had sniggered the whole time. “Tell me, Francisco, what you know about – Reverb.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yes, I agree it’s a terrible name,” Len says, because he can’t help himself.

“If you don’t stop hamming it up, I’m going to kick you,” Len’s lamp says.

Len ignores him.

Francisco looks ill. He has him right where he wants him.

“I’m sorry,” Francisco says. “This – this may be a weird question. But did your lamp just talk?”

Goddamn vibe powers.

They’re different on each Earth, Len should’ve remembered that.

“Do you often hear inanimate objects talk?” Len asks, arching his eyebrows, because if there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s keeping calm and covering up for any flubs Mick makes on jobs. “That’s a cause for some concern, Mr. Ramon – I’m sorry, Franscisco –”

“No, no! Just – I – er – forget I said anything.”

“Good,” Len says. “Now.” He stands up. “Why don’t you and me go for a walk?”

“To a short stop and a long drop?”

“I’m not going to kill you,” Len says soothingly. Then he pulls out his best sharp-toothed smile again. “We’re just going to have a little chat.”

Francisco looks like he’s seriously wondering whether or not he’s updated his last will and testament properly.

“C’mon,” Len says.

Francisco doesn’t move.

“Now.”

Francisco moves very quickly when properly motivated, it appears.

Fixing the effects of Earth-2’s Flashpoint might not be as hard as it seems, Len reflects.

“Follow me,” he says. “And we can talk about that talking lamp…”

A nearby chair sniggers.

Len ‘accidentally’ kicks it as he walks Francisco out.

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