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#it’s gotten so bad that I’m at a point whenever someone calls me pretty I break down crying
krashlite · 2 months
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The brainrot took over and I spent all morning rambling/psychoanalyzing BigB and Grian cause they make me crazy
So it’s been established that Grian + Scar and Ren + BigB are soulmates. No matter what they will find each other- even outside of DL. Fate chose them and continues to choose them
Grian + BigB on the other hand are not soulmates, they just chose each other. It’s rare that they cross paths but typically they’ll stay nearby whenever they do.
3L had blue sword boys (BSB) which was the two of them and Martyn, though Martyn was the only one out of the three that called on the alliance. The desert’s first plan happened at BigB’s castle- an action that steered Scar away from BigB and towards Dogwarts even though aiming for BigB probably would’ve gotten them more immediate results- something I know damn well Grian shoots for. I like to think this was because B was Grian’s backup plan if Scar did die. “Your job isn’t to steal cookies, it’s to do murder” if that was the sole reason for changing targets then why not just attack BigB instead of stealing his cookie?
They didn’t cross paths on the battlefield iirc, even when the desert stormed Dogwarts for the final time. BigB was absent when the desert went sky high and was largely uninvolved in most of the war. Though he sided with DW he didn’t fully stand against the desert, he didn’t stand against Grian. And when the desert stormed DW, BigB was mostly on the outskirts of that fight, which I think was because he’s scared of combat. EDIT correcting myself here but BigB was in fact shot by Grian, even if unintentionally
The next time they see each other is when Scar comes along to sic Bdubs on BigB. The whole time Grian is begging BigB to “do something!!” And saying he can’t watch. EDIT 2 I watched the clip back and Grian specifically told him “don’t go out without a fight.” DON’T GO OUT WITHOUT A FIGHT.
Even after BigB panics and attacks him, Grian is still distraught over the fact that he’s gone. He even justifies BigB attacking him as it being revenge for the arrow
I’m also fascinated by B’s decision to attack Grian instead of the other two reds. Grian was the only yellow name left, which was probably the reason why B went for him over Scar or Bdubs. It could be a fun idea for BigB to see that he was never truly on the desert’s side and attack Grian as a response to that. Yes Grian was pleading for him to do something, but he made no actual attempt to save him. Grian was going to let them kill BigB, and B knew this
Anyways
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LL they didn’t really interact much- which does come into play during DL
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In DL Grian and BigB found each other day 1, but alas, not soulmates. But there’s a couple things established in their first interaction. Grian suddenly dropped like 6 hearts bc of Scar and started panicking asking for food. This established pretty much immediately that Grian’s soulmate wasn’t going to save him and BigB was.
BigB, on the other hand, though Grian’s disappointment, reads that Grian would have truly valued his company- not to mention how he knows that G would’ve taken the lead on things B feels he’s weakest at, considering they have past experience
Enter Ren! Ren is someone who truly does value and care about BigB but he is very bad at actually expressing this. He tries spinning negatives into positives instead of working through them- which isn’t a flaw necessarily but it is something that clashes with BigB
I would like to specifically point out that instead of listening to BigB when he said he doesn’t know how to build and teaching him some basics- Ren instead leans into the fact that BigB is bad at building. He decides they should make the ugliest base as a sort of inside joke but I can’t help but feel like BigB was a little hurt by that. He laughs along, but damn.. Ren intended this as some harmless fun but fails to recognize that it’s not what BigB wanted, nor what he needed. BigB does learn to love the base for all its goofiness because he loves Ren, and wants to be there for him
Box pretty quickly becomes about what Ren wants- not through malicious intent but because they have different personalities. Ren is very loud and outgoing while BigB is more reserved.
Ren is someone who tends to jump into things headfirst while BigB tends to follow. Ren also has a habit of not listening to people- something he did in past seasons as well. DW almost crumbled because he failed to listen to Martyn, he got tunnel vision in LL while building the shadow fort and failed to save Cleo- not even realizing she’d died when the betrayal happened on his front doorstep
BigB, on the other hand, needs to be listened to. Again, he’s a lot more reserved than other people but truly shines when he has a spotlight on him. LL was wonderful for this since, after his betrayal, the main plot thread of the fairy fort centered on him- on how his mistakes led to their demise and how it was up to him to fix the situation he caused. BigB stayed closer to his team than ever before, making sure that they knew he was trustworthy. However, B also ran away from the true issue, which was that he had betrayed Cleo. BigB was too scared to try to make amends with them after Cleo burned the fort to the ground, fearing for both his safety and the safety of his team.
Back to DL! BigB overcompensated for past mistakes by fully mirroring whatever Ren did, all the way down to getting a matching pair of sunglasses and dog ears. He didn’t agree with Ren’s decision to ban Pearl from Box, but stood by the decision since Ren had made it. Largely, BigB didn’t feel heard in the relationship- something that’s later discussed in couple’s counseling
Putting a pin in that!
On Grian’s side of things he is in! An entire mess. Not only is he paired with a past fling, but Scar is almost constantly causing problems for him. He’s taking large chunks of damage, getting himself into stressful situations for Grian, and Grian has to drag him everywhere in order to get them to get along. Scar wasn’t even going to base with him, he was perfectly content in them living in separate bases when Grian needed to stay with his soulmate. It comes down to safety for Grian- he doesn’t think he can rely on Scar to keep the both of them out of harm’s way. In fact, Grian has to hurt himself to be with Scar, even in their first interaction with the stalactite!!!!
Grian feels less like Scar’s partner and more like Scar’s mother, having to constantly watch after him and make sure he’s out of trouble. I think Grian even remarks that being with Scar is like watching over a toddler.
Scar’s behaving like this both to try and get Grian to be less uptight about every little thing and also as a means of getting back at him for said little things. Grian didn’t want the pandas in the house? Fine, he’ll hop in some powdered snow. Grian’s upset by him taking damage? Fine, he just won’t eat for a bit. Scar knows it’s not as serious as Grian’s making it out to be but does nothing to reassure Grian.
All this does is push Grian away, so it’s absolutely no surprise that Grian runs off. He tried! So hard! To fix the relationship and doesn’t see Scar putting in the same amount of effort. Again, Grian is his partner, not his caretaker. He shouldn’t be expected to constantly clean up after Scar
No G wasn’t perfect but goddamn
BigB on the other hand, has already been established as a Safe person. Both this season and in past seasons. Remember, Grian was completely absent from the fairy fort plotline, never actually crossing paths with the consequences of the betrayal. This affects both of them. Not only does Grian perceive him as safe, but BigB knows he has nothing to prove to Grian. He is loved regardless, while with Ren he feels the need to prove himself CONSTANTLY with little acknowledgement.
They both felt undervalued with their soulmate but were valued with one another. However, neither one of them wanted to actually leave their soulmate, which is where things get tricky. They were fully in the wrong for cheating on their soulmates, even if they did have a reason for doing so
But anyways
BigB got caught between Grian and Ren, the more he leaned to one side the more he lost the other. This is the same issue he had in 3L- coincidentally landing between the same people.
Both of them kept the other a secret to protect their peace more than their soulmate. Grian even goes as far as to gaslight Scar when Scar clearly knows he’s being cheated on. BigB also lies about Grian’s involvement in his and Ren’s 2nd death, leading Ren to focus solely on Bdubs.
Ren does this to find a target to defend BigB from rather than actually addressing the root of their problems- Ren’s inability to listen. He thinks that if he just Shows BigB how good of a soulmate he is, he can keep BigB at his side when that’s not what BigB needs. So now Box is caught in a cycle of trying to prove themselves to the other
Scar, on the other hand, doubles down on his behavior instead of making any changes. The only thing he does change is how much he listens to Grian. He basically becomes Grian’s lackey, which was meant to address the fact that Grian feels like he has no control over his circumstances. However, he fails to recognize that the reason G thinks he lost control is because Scar himself is a rogue element.
So both sides continue to get worse in trying to course correct- which causes both of them to get into increasingly dangerous situations
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Also side bar, in writing this I realized if you swapped Grian for Ren they would be perfectly functional on both sides- since Ren’s course correction matches what Scar needs and Scar’s course correction matches what Ren needs. Ren needs support while being a protector and Scar needs someone to stand by him. Grian needs someone who’s safe and BigB needs someone to guide him
It’s a really funny coincidence but anyways
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Ultimately it was Grian’s impulsiveness that did them in- all four of them. He set the trap at Box trying something ambitious, and he went to get a warden for a last hoorah. I like to think he was emboldened by the fact that the soulmate feature had less emphasis to him in those final episodes. He was thinking about BigB and not Ren and considered Scar entirely separate from him. It also doesn’t help that two of the three soulmate couples that stayed together- were either dead(ranchers), or distant from him(clockduo). Boat boys fed into his chaotic nature through being silly goofy guys
Even after Grian ended his season, BigB still forgives him. He still cares!!
I’m not normal about this season whatsoever
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In LimL they really don’t properly interact until the very end but we’ll get to that.
BigB’s POV really reinforces that Grian is a loose canon. This was established in DL but LimL reinforces this in a more Romanticized kind of way. Grian’s sort of framed as being dangerous in a fun way and not the “oh this one’ll kill me and dump my body off a bridge” kinda way. He’s a Bad Boy, not a Bad Guy
On the other side of things, Grian’s POV reinforces that BigB is “safe.” The only conflict he has with the Nosy Neighbors is the Judge Judy and Executioner plotline- which Grian doesn’t take seriously whatsoever. Meanwhile, the Bad Boys have conflict with literally everyone else on the server
So when Jimmy and Joel die, it is zero surprise that Grian comes running to BigB again! BigB can’t save him, he can’t even save himself, but goddamnit Grian still trusts him and BigB’s too nice for is own good
And once again!! It’s Grian’s impulsiveness that gets them killed
I would like to also point out the moment where B has 45 seconds left on his timer and while Pearl is desperately trying to save him, Grian sort of stands off to the side and gets ready to crit BigB out if he has to. Remember- Grian was fighting a losing battle to save his boys, it getting to the point where it just wasn’t worth the cost. He hesitated because he didn’t want to lose BigB but wasn’t quick to save him like Pearl was.
And honestly it’s no surprise that Pearl was so quick to give him time. She spent the last season completely on her own and had nobody to turn to. Everyone she tried to stay with turned her away, and BigB was arguably the only person who didn’t outright shun her. Remember, he was only going along with Ren’s decision and I think she knows this. Now in LimL, Pearl has him as someone she can fully rely on, someone who stays at her side no matter what and I also think she panicked at the idea of being alone. Grian has a habit of making selfish decisions, and she knows that won’t bode well for her if it’s just the two of them. Plus she fully understands the power of a sacrifice and what it means to others. Hell, her victory was given to her THROUGH A SACRIFICE. Pearl knows damn well the amount of kindness it takes to do something like that, so her jumping to save B makes complete sense
I also like to think this calls back to 3L, with Grian not moving to save him from Scar and Bdubs. In both situations, Grian thinks BigB was going down anyways and is too scared to do anything to save him. But while BigB couldn’t do anything then, he can do something now. Grian is grateful for the extra time but I can’t help but think this pushed BigB away
Pearl was the last of that trio iirc, with both BigB and Grian dying in clumsy ways
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SL they coincidentally wound up on the same corner of the map and most of BigB’s silly goofy behavior was directed at Grian but I really need to watch their POVs again to do a proper analysis so we’re putting a pin in that until later
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mymoodwriting · 1 year
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Request for Anon (Yandere Sugar Daddy NCT U) 9k, assault, verbal assault, physical assault, slut-shaming, public humiliation, bullying, name calling, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, penetration, blowjob, handjob, creampie, gang bang, breeding, pregnancy scare, forced pregnancy, non-con, kidnapping, yandere, bad ending, blatant disregard for womens reproductive rights
“Leave me the fuck alone!”
    This wasn’t the first time you had answered the phone in such a manner. Screaming into the little speaker, hoping to blow out the eardrum of the annoying caller, and then hanging up. It was a very frustrating ordeal.
“Damn girl, what’s your problem?”
“It’s nothing, Mina. Just trying to get my point across.”
“Is someone bothering you?”
“Bingo.”
“Then why haven’t you blocked their number?”
“Oh I have, but obviously they still know mine. So whenever I get a call from a random number, I answer by screaming.”
“And how long have you been doing that for?”
“Uh… a little over a week now.”
“Seriously? And they still haven’t gotten the message?”
“Nope.”
“You know, what if those calls are important?”
“I don’t have any jobs or internships or anything that I’m waiting to hear back on, so it’s highly unlikely that’s the case.”
“Maybe you should change your number.”
“That would mean spending money I don’t have.”
“Really? Says the girl who has paid her tuition in full and doesn’t owe a penny in student debt. All because of some mystery job she won’t tell me about or share!”
“Well, you know me.”
“Yeah, I do.”
    You and Mina were close friends, having met here at Uni your freshman year and sticking together through it all. Now you were at the start of your final semester, ready for one last ride before starting a new chapter of your life. Of course the campus was jammed back as new students were moving in, and freshmen were trying to navigate this new place and find their classes. It was a really beautiful day too, and you had yet to start any of your classes, so you were in a pretty good mood. You knew you probably wouldn’t feel the same by the end of the day, but it was best to make the most of it now. That is until you were suddenly yanked back, and came face to face with someone you really didn’t want to see.
“You’re such a fucken bitch.”
    Jeno’s words dripped with venom. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. He was also the last person you wanted to see right now.
“What the hell are you doing here!”
“Why aren’t you answering our calls?”
“Oh, I am answering. I just don’t wanna hear what you have to say!”
“That’s not solely for you to decide!”
“Yes, it is. If I want to end things, I can, and I have.”
“Without a proper explanation? You’re kidding, right?”
“Does it sound like I am?”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“Leave. Before I call security.”
“We are not leaving until we talk.”
“We?”
    You heard it then, the terribly familiar sound of a car engine, two car engines to be specific. You looked over and saw the vehicles pulling up, two gentlemen exiting each one, and making their way over to you. In the moment you attempted to run off, but Jeno grabbed your arm and dragged you towards them.
“There she is.” Ten teased. “Where ya been hiding love?”
“Fuck off! I want nothing to do with you! Any of you!”
“Yeah, we got your text. Now explain yourself.”
“What’s there to explain? I’m breaking up with you, period.”
“See that’s the thing.” Johnny grabbed your chin and forced your eyes to meet. “Where did that silly idea come from?”
“My head. Or is that too hard to comprehend.”
“Easy now, princess. You’re begging for punishment if you keep acting like this.”
“I’m not playing any games here.” You pulled away from Johnny. “We’re done, now leave.”
“That’s hardly an explanation.” Jaehyun hissed. “Do the last four years mean nothing to you?”
“Are you really all that dumb? Our relationship was just an exchange of goods and services, nothing more.”
“Is that so?”
“I’ve told you all about my dreams and aspirations for the future before. When did I ever include you in them?”
Yuta scoffed. “So you really just whored yourself out to us for four years so we could pay your tuition? And now that it’s all been paid off, you’re done with us?”
“Bingo. Maybe you’re not that stupid.”
“This was all just a fucken game to you?” Jeno yelled. “Four years?! A fucken game!”
“Not like you ever made a serious move, did you now? Any of you for that matter. So don’t come bitching to me about a broken heart or broken promises. It’s not my fault you caught feelings when I wasn’t sending you any fucken signals.”
“Yeah? What about all the nights out? The dinners, the trips, the clothes and accessories?”
“Dinners, and trips, you invited me out on. I never asked to go anywhere. As for the clothes and other stuff, that’s all at your place, isn’t it? I never kept any of the fancy expensive stuff you got me, did I? Nor did I ask for anything. I owe you nothing. You got what you paid for, more than that actually, but I’m fine leaving things as they are.”
    Your words had certainly stunned them into silence. And you also meant everything you said. It was certainly fun to be with them, to get a little slice of that kinda life, even if it was just for a while. You knew it wouldn’t last though, and that’s the mentality you kept, the one that kept you from falling for them. They were just rich guys wanting someone to mess around with, and now that their no-strings attached fuck buddy had left them, they were panicking. You said your peace, having to spell it all out for them. It was good to get it off your chest though, and with that you’d make you exit. Or at least that was the idea.
    As you turned around to leave, you felt a hand grab your arm and yank you back with enough force to drop you to the ground. You couldn’t get back up as they surrounded you. By then your whole argument had been noticed and a crowd of students and faculty had gathered around. Having this conversation out in the open was already embarrassing, and all the attention was making it worse. Although they were about to increase that exponentially.
“Whore.” Jaehyun spat. “Any money spent on you was clearly a waste. The only way you could think about getting through uni was to spread your legs. I bet you slept around with your professors too.”
“Excuse me!”
“Do you even have any brains?” Yuta questioned. “Or are you just playing pretend so you can wear a cap and gown, and show off some piece of paper.”
“Fucken-”
    You tried to get up but Jeno got his foot on your chest, pinning you down. You struggled to get him off, but he was putting all his weight on you. When your eyes met him you could see he was still pissed, and if possible, he was way more enraged now.
“You found someone else to spread your legs for, didn’t you!” Jeno yelled. “Whoring yourself out for whoever can benefit you the most!”
“Get off of me!”
“Why? Don’t you like having men on top of you?” Johnny kicked dirt at you. “Fucken slut.”
“Ya!”
“Just do what you do best.”
    Yuta and Ten started yanking your legs apart, and you kicked and screamed at them. Although you stopped when Jeno put more weight on you and you struggled to breath. You were clawing at his leg, but he was relentless.
“What’s going on here!”
    Two officers from campus security approached and all the boys stepped back. Jeno moved away and you took in a deep breath, sitting up and coughing a bit.
“We’re leaving.” Ten smiled. “No need for an escort.”
“Hold on now, you can’t-”
“Just let them go.” You spoke. “I’m not gonna make a big deal out of this.”
    The officers didn’t do anything more, and so the boys walked off. Soon enough you heard those damn engines again, but you didn’t dare look over at them. For a moment after they were gone everything remained quiet and still, and then Mina came over to help you stand, the crowds starting to disperse.
“What the hell was all that?”
“Remember when I told you I got a sugar daddy…”
“Yeah, daddy, as in one, not five! Also, I didn’t believe you.”
“Well I wasn’t lying.”
“Clearly. And you couldn’t share any of them?”
“They’re not exactly easy to deal with.”
“Is that why you’d always ditch me? Disappear on weekends? Why we couldn’t ever really share a meal together? You were off with them.”
“Yeah…”
“You really are stupid.”
“Ya!”
“Girl, when did you ever have time for yourself? Or anyone else in your life who was actually important? Here I thought you were just so focused on studying and busy working to pay off your tuition. I wasn’t wrong on the latter, but still.”
“Are you... mad at me?”
“No, not really. Just processing out loud... you did tell me about this, somewhat, I just didn’t think you were for real.”
“I know. If you had told me the same thing I wouldn’t have believed you either.”
“But you’re really done with them now?”
“Yup. I didn’t think they’d throw such a fit though.”
“A fit? I’d call that harassment, and assault. Shouldn’t you press charges?”
“There’s no point. They’d get good lawyers, and it’d just be a waste of my time. I don’t want anything to do with them anymore, so I’ll let it go.”
“Fine, but you are getting a new number after class. Got it?”
“Yeah.”
    That morning certainly killed the mood, but you went about your day trying to make the best of it. Of course your chest hurt pretty bad, but nothing some quick pain killers couldn’t deal with. Like you had promised, after all your classes, you and Mina went to change your number. Then you went about the grueling task of messaging friends and family to let them know you had a new number.
“Shall we go out for ice cream? You know, since you’re free now.”
“I could use something sweet.”
    You knew there would still be issues. If they made such a big show at your campus, who knows what else would happen if you met out on the streets. With that in mind you didn’t go anywhere off campus alone, and you didn’t visit any of their favorite places or usual hangouts. You thought you had it figured out, but there was something you couldn’t avoid. Everyone else.
    Word spread fast about that day. About how a girl got harassed by five guys, and all the slurs and insults that they threw her way. A few days later everyone seemed to know your name, and had an idea of the type of person you were. When you went to class all the others would purposely sit away from you, only Mina ever sat next to you. Then there were the whispers and chuckles. Every time you raised your hand to ask a question there was always some comment about you sleeping around with the professor. Regardless of who it was. It was frustrating, but you just pushed through. Although Mina certainly wanted to pick a fight with everyone.
“Just let it go.”
“How are you so okay with this?”
“I’m not, but it’ll die down eventually. As long as I don’t engage with them I won’t add fuel to the fire. So don’t pay them any attention.”
“They are slut-shaming you and saying all kinds of shit.”
“And I just have to make it through this semester. After that I can move forward and really build my life. I’m not gonna let some idiots who have nothing better to do ruin that. Besides, I’m sure they’re all just jealous I could actually get a Sugar Daddy, and five at that.”
“You’re not wrong there. Those people don’t just throw money at anyone.”
“I appreciate you ready to fight for me, but this ain’t worth it.”
Mina sighed. “Fine, but if you ever wanna start swinging, just let me know.”
“Will do.”
🖤
    You were right, in part. The teasing did die down, and you could go about your life like normal, but there were still a handful of dicks who found things funny. And one ballsy little fucker who decided to go a step further. As one of your classes ended, and you were gathering your things, another of your peers accidentally spilled their drink all over you.
“Oh shit, my bad. You must be used to getting soaked though.”
    That bastard and his friends snickered to themselves. You knew everyone got the joke, some chuckling too, but of course no one was gonna say anything or take your side. So you just did your best to clean your face, and then whipped around to look at your attacker. Of course it was a boy and his friends, although he got quiet now that you were staring at him dead on.
“Your mistake, right?”
“Yeah. I can be clumsy, you know.”
“Right. So then just pay up and we can call it even.”
“Huh?”
“You said it was your mistake. So pay for it.” You held out your hand. “I think a hundred dollars should cover my hair and clothes.”
“A hundred dollars? You play around with some rich boys and now you think you’re worth all that?”
“So you’re not gonna pay me?”
“Fuck that.”
“Fine then, but we are gonna call it even.”
“What?”
    Without missing a beat you swung at him and clocked him right in the face. He fell back onto his friends, and you noticed a bit of blood from his nose.
“My mistake. I guess we’re even now.”
“You bitch!”
    Not once in your academic career have you ever wound up in the principal’s office, this was the student dean’s office, so not the same but still. You had no problems with words, but things getting physical was crossing a line, and you weren’t going to sit still. You were still drying off as you sat in the dean’s office, listening to that jerk go off about how you were a monster and whatever. You weren’t going to apologize until he did, but that was definitely not gonna happen when his parents walked in. You couldn’t believe he actually called for help like this, and now they were demanding your expulsion. That someone violent like you shouldn’t be at such a place.
“Are you kidding? Are you even looking at me? Your son started this, and couldn’t apologize or pay up for his mistake!”
“A mistake isn’t met with physical violence!”
“He started it!”
“Please, everyone calm down.” The dean spoke. “We can resolve this without yelling.”
“I want that girl expelled.”
“That seems a little too-”
“Do you know how much we give to this school so-”
    The conversation stopped short as the door opened. You couldn’t imagine who else would join this conversation. When you looked back your eyes went wide, and you stood up.
“Sit down, baby.” Johnny said. “We’ll get you cleaned up later.”
“How-”
“Who the hell are you gentlemen?!”
“Y/n’s sponsors.” Jaehyun smiled. “We heard there was a commotion involving her, and by the state she is in, I’m not very happy. What is being done to remedy this?”
“She hasn’t apologized for hitting my son!”
“Has he apologized for his actions?”
“Exactly who are you to be making such demands?”
“Ah, right. I’ve not introduced myself. I’m Jung Jaehyun. These are my friends, Nakamoto Yuta, Johnny Suh, Lee-”
“I know those names…”
“Good. Then apologize before you’re buried.”
“Excu-”
“Or shall this be resolved outside this room?” Ten smiled. “I have no problem doing it that way too. I might actually prefer it.”
    You didn’t care much for an apology, you got to punch the fucker in the face, but getting one was the cherry on top. You didn’t apologize either and the situation was left at that. Now that you had a moment you wanted to go clean up, and the boys wound up dragging you into a gender neutral bathroom. Johnny locked the door, and leaned against it, guaranteeing privacy. You were ready to start screaming and fighting but Yuta turned the sink on, getting the water warm and grabbing paper towels. They weren’t saying anything, and you could silently be grateful for that. You washed up your hair, using the hand dryer to dry it off as best you could. Jeno gave you his jacket afterwards since your shirt was still dirty.
“Alright, what the fuck do you want?”
“We owe you an apology.” Yuta said. “For everything.”
“Go on then.”
“We’re sorry we attacked you the way we did that day.” Jeno began. “We were out of line and completely in the wrong for that.”
“Assholes. You know this is all your fault right? Everyone keeps calling me names because of you! And this was the first time someone dared to take it a step further.”
“We never meant-”
“Then what did you think was gonna happen when you screamed out that I was a whore in the middle of campus?”
“…”
“Good try, I guess.”
“You were right.” Ten admitted. “Four years is a lot of time, and yet throughout it all you never made a move to suggest you wanted anything more from us than attention and money. We never did anything to give you the impression that we wanted more from you either. I’m sure if we had, you would have said something sooner. So you were right, we had no reason to act the way we did. We’ve been seeing each other for a long time and you broke it off so suddenly. Our judgment became clouded, and we let rage overtake us when we should have been better. We can’t simply undo what we did, but we are sincerely sorry for our actions.”
“Hm… was it really that hard to take a moment and reflect?”
“Yeah…” Jaehyun added. “We’ve had such good times together, it was hard to believe you’d just leave us like that… but why was it so sudden? Why didn’t you just talk to us?”
“I… I wasn’t entirely sure how… we weren’t really boyfriend and girlfriend… and it’s not like we had agreed to anything specifically when we started this whole… thing… all I could think of was a break up text… I also didn’t think you’d explode at me the way you did… I mean, I always thought you had girls lined up that you played with or whatever… I didn’t think you’d care that much…”
“Well, as you can see… we care a lot…”
“Yeah… how did you even know I was in trouble?”
“We might have… been paying someone in the administrative office to keep tabs on you for us…”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.” Johnny commented. “We’ve practically been with you throughout your whole academic career. You’re a good student, so we never imagined you’d get into any kind of trouble, but just to be safe. It worked out for us in the end. We’ve been wanting to talk to you, to apologize, we just didn’t really know how to approach you.”
“I see.”
“Which brings us to our other point. Do you think we can do this properly?”
“Do what?”
“We understand that you don’t see us in your future, but can we at least end things on a good note? We’ve been with you for four years now… we were all kinda hoping to see you graduate you know…”
“What exactly are you suggesting here?”
“One last dinner… one last trip…” Yuta mumbled. “That kinda stuff… let us see this to the end. We can just be another part of your Uni days and nothing more.”
“Hm…”
“Can you at least give us that kinda closure?”
    You weren’t really sure how you felt about all this. You had already cut them out of your life, but they were clearly still hanging on. At least they had apologized, and did help you back there in the dean’s office. Truth was the way you handled things wasn’t all that great either. You had been worried that if you just talked to them they’d find some way to convince you to stick around, but that really wasn’t your life plan. Now they understood that, so maybe things could end differently. You also didn’t want to part ways with them on a bad note.
“Just until graduation?”
“We really wanna see you with that cap and gown.” Jeno admitted. “You’ll look so gorgeous.”
“Alright, we can somewhat continue as we were, but after my graduation, we’re done. Understood?”
“Got it.”
“Can we take you out to lunch then?” Ten asked. “Since you’re done with classes for the day.”
“You know my schedule too?”
“We were trying to figure out a way to talk to you…”
“Fine, let me just go change clothes first. I’ll meet you at my usual pick up spot?”
“That works for us.”
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    It had been a while since you last hung out with the boys, so there was a bit of awkwardness. At least this was just lunch to ease back into things. They took you to one of their usual spots, getting a private room and ordering your favorites.
“So, you really just clocked him in the face, huh?”
“He could have paid up. I wasn’t going to let him do that without consequence.”
“Good on you.” Yuta cheered. “Although tryna get you kicked out, that’s ridiculous.”
“I can’t believe he called his parents. Such a momma’s boy.”
“Says the sugar baby.”
“I didn’t call you to come save my ass.”
“Ah, so you agree.” Johnny teased. “We did save you?”
“Well… I wasn’t entirely sure how I was gonna deal with that just yet…”
“We saved you. It’s okay to admit that.”
“You guys just wanna brag to my face.” 
“Is that so wrong?” Jeno teased. “Maybe you can shut me up with a reward.”
“You think you deserve a reward?”
“Don’t I?”
“Hm… what did you have in mind?”
“I have been missing you a lot.”
“Really? You? Or is it someone else?”
“Huh?”
    Jeno had been at your side, and he was leaning in close asking for his reward. Now that you were teasing him back you leaned in too. You placed a hand between his legs, slowly moving it closer to his crotch. After breaking the ice, it was kinda easy to slip back into old dynamics. Besides, maybe you had missed something about them too.
“Oh… you want a reward out of this too, huh?”
“I’ve been good, haven’t I?”
“Easy now.” Jaehyun pulled you away from Jeno. “We’re just having lunch today, baby. Besides, are you still taking the pills?”
You sighed. “I stopped taking them when we parted ways.”
“Then we should probably get you back on them before we start playing. Don’t you think?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“We still have some.” Ten offered. “They should work just fine, right?”
“It shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Excellent. I’ll throw in a pregnancy test or two, just to be safe.”
“Seriously?”
“Well, you took a break from the pill, just a precaution.”
“Fair.”
    Things weren’t exactly like before. They were more respectful of your time. Before they’d always be calling, wanting every moment of free time you had. They’d pick you up Friday night from school, keep you to themselves all weekend most of the time. You only ever got a pass during exam time, and when you had the guts to ask for a break. Usually you didn’t, not wanting to upset them and possibly lose out on your tuition money. It was exhausting, but it was all for a better life. At least that’s what you told yourself. This time around they were more like friends, checking in on you, and asking how you were doing.
    They definitely wanted to see you, but on your own terms. So occasionally you’d go out for lunch, maybe dinner, but nothing too extravagant, as you knew they were gonna go all out for the last trip and dinner. At least with these little outings they always brought you back to campus unlike before where you’d spent the night with them until Sunday afternoon. Things were better this way, kinda making you wish the last four years had been like this too. Although you were actually surprised when they brought up the last trip.
“Spring break?”
“Yeah. Let’s have a blast and unwind before you give it your all for graduation.”
“Uh… well… the thing is…”
“You don’t like it?” Johnny questioned.
“I had already made plans with my friends for spring break… and I thought you’d want to go out on a trip like after my finals…”
“Ah, right. You didn’t intend for us to still be in your life by now.”
“Then how about we split it.” Yuta suggested. “First half of your break, you hang out with your friends. For the second half, we get you all to ourselves.”
“Hm… switch it.”
“Huh?”
“You get the first half, my friends get the second half.”
“How come?”
“Cause you guys can switch your plans around easily, my friends can’t.”
“Fair. So we’ll pick you up Monday morning?” Jeno asked. “Or can we come get you Friday night?”
“Oh, wanna kick things off early?” 
“If you can handle it.”
“Sure. I’ll pack some things after my class.”
“Can’t wait.”
    Even if you were acting cool, you were excited for this trip. They always treated you so well, spoiled you like a princess. This wasn’t gonna be any different. They had been modest so far, but now was their chance to do things like back then. They picked you up in a party bus, starting off strong with drinks, and congratulating you on your midterm exams. Of course karaoke and good food followed, and you were out celebrating until early hours of the morning. Somehow you all made it back to the penthouse sweet. You had a few more drinks before you made it to bed, half dressed with the boys piled around you.
    The morning was a hangover times six, although some of them had it worse than you. Thankfully breakfast was brought up, and hangover cures, so you just had to get up and put food in your mouth. When that failed Johnny was more than happy to feed you, the one of the bunch that could really handle their liquor.  You also needed to get yourself together. The party had only just begun, not to mention all the plans you had with your friends later on in the week. For now though, you just needed to make it through breakfast.
“Had a little too much?”
“I’m good…”
“Your face says otherwise.”
“What’s it telling you?”
“You wanna throw up?”
“I don’t want a bad taste in my mouth.”
“Then some ice cream to help soothe your throat.”
“Ice cream for breakfast?” Jaehyun questioned. “Isn’t that a bad idea?”
“This week is all about bad ideas.”
“So what’s on the agenda for today?” You asked. “More drinks?”
“We want you sober for all the memories we are gonna make. So no more drinks, is that okay?”
“Just fine.”
“Good. We were thinking of some tourist attractions, and some trips to the museums.”
“Jellyfish!”
“Yes. The aquarium is on the list.”
“Awesome!”
    Once you were all better you headed out, taking a limo into town. You had a chance to relax now that you were on break, and really take it all in. This was one of the last times you’d be around here, planning to go home after graduation. The whole day honestly made you feel like a child, indulging in everything you wanted to do or eat. To many you looked like a little sister with her brothers, or maybe just a lucky girl with her friends, but either way, you were glad you didn’t attract any negative attention. Some did recognize the boys, but that never became a problem, so you had nothing to worry about.
    You got to have lunch in the aquarium, watching all the fishes swim, almost feeling like you were in the water with them. The penguins were great too, and the jellyfish, and dolphins. You totally walked out with two or three plushies. For dinner this time you returned to the hotel, having some quality food, but as said before no drinking. Jeno and Yuta still felt the need to embarrass you and make a toast to your health and success in school. They even had a dessert brought out with a candle to once again congratulate you on surviving midterms. Although once back in the suite you better understood why there was a drinking ban.
    As soon as you set foot in the penthouse Johnny picked you up in his arms, taking you to the bedroom. He saw you down and laid you back, his hand caressing your cheek. You could feel one of the others getting your shoes off, and you knew where this was going. It had been a while, but you had been waiting for this. Besides all the attention and money, there was another benefit to having five sugar daddies. No one could ever take care of you the way you did. Johnny leaned down to kiss your lips, his hands reaching down to your shirt, although you stopped him.
“I don’t think you asked permission.”
“I’m not asking tonight, baby.”
“No?”
“You have any idea how bad you’ve been?”
“Me?”
“Breaking up with us.” Jeno hissed into your ear. “Hiding away and trying to leave.”
“I thought we-”
“Sh, unless you wanna cause more trouble.”
“Tonight you’re gonna give us everything we are owed.” Yuta added. “So you better take it all with a smile on your face.”
    Suddenly Johnny had your hands pinned above your head as Jeno pulled up your shirt. He reached over to unhook your bra and push it up, exposing your breasts. He kneaded them for a moment and you bit your lip. His hands were cold, but he knew how you liked his touch. Then you felt hands getting you out of your skirt. The second your panties were exposed there was a hand grabbing your crotch.
“It did always hurt that you never invited us back to your dorm.” Ten commented. “Didn’t want you getting exposed to your roommate?”
“She knew… about our arrangement… sort of…”
“I didn’t say you could speak, baby.” Ten slapped your inner thigh. “Bad girl.”
    You bit your lip, instinctively trying to close your legs but Ten pulled them apart. The boys stripped you out of your clothes, leaving your panties on for the time being. Jaehyun had taken to holding down your arms as Johnny started kissing down your chest, Ten’s hand squeezing your thighs. Yuta and Jeno were already shedding articles of clothing, getting you all the more excited.
“You’ve been a good girl and taking the pills we gave you, right?” Jaehyun asked, and you nodded. “Good. So we can have all kinds of fun tonight.”
    For as long as you had been with them, you had always taken the pill. They didn’t always take you raw, but it was better to be safe than sorry. You were also glad they didn’t play around with that kinda thing, wanting to be safe with you even if they were gonna fill you up to the brim with their seed. Tonight was going to be no different, you figured they’d be desperate to do so. Even if they wanted to tease, they couldn’t help themselves for too long. Soon enough you were all naked, and you were getting attacked with kisses from all angles.
“Who’s first?”
“The eldest.”
    They still cared to make sure you were nice and wet, Johnny stretching you out a good way before giving you everything. It had been so long for you too, abstaining from sex to focus on your studies. You also hadn’t slept with anyone else but them for four years, and weren’t entirely sure how to get laid anymore. Even if it hurt at first, your body was quick to remember this familiar stretch, and feeling. Johnny hadn’t forgotten your body though, doing everything just right, doing it just how you liked it. Not to mention the others knew what to do while waiting their turn. Playing with your tits, stealing kisses, rubbing your clit, using your hands or mouth to warm up. You were gonna wear yourself out long before them, and they really loved when you became putty in their hands.
    Even with all the distractions you couldn’t ignore Johnny as he was the one pounding into you. He was always so rough and precise with his movements, hitting your sweet spot just right. Of course you had been getting yourself off in your dorm, but nothing could compare to one of them taking you over to the edge. You could tell when Johnny got close, he got sloppy and so desperate, trying to hold out to make it all last, but spilling inside you was just as rewarding. The warm feeling between your legs was already making you head spin, but you knew Johnny lost a bit of his touch if he didn’t get you off. He wanted another go, but Jaehyun was already shoving him out of the way.
    His turn was spent and Jaehyun would take pride in finishing you off. He had no problem slipping into the mess that was becoming of your cunt, eager to add to the mix. Of course Johnny wanted to give you a taste too, having you use your tongue to clean him up. If you had taken him all at once you probably would have choked as Jaehyun was giving you everything. He was making it very obvious he had a lot of pent up frustrations he was taking out on you. If he made you feel this good, you wouldn’t mind him holding off more often. Although he wasn’t gonna get the satisfaction of making you cum either as Jeno started playing with your clit, pushing you over to the edge before Jaehyun was even close.
    You squeezed Jaehyun tight, feeling as you were leaking out cum, your head thrown back as your mouth hung open in bliss. You vaguely heard Jaehyun scolding the other boy for taking what was his, but it wasn’t so bad if he got to fuck you while you were so sensitive. He moved with your climax, trying to keep you riding that high for as long as you could, but as you started to come down he got relentless. You couldn’t help but whimper, but that wasn’t gonna make him go any easy. In his own desperation he got close, unable to hold back before cumming inside you, making you overflow.
“Such a messy slut, taking two cocks so well.”
“Let’s make it three.”
    Jeno wanted to go next, but Ten kicked him off. He stuck two fingers into your mess, swearing cum on your belly, and then sticking the digits in your mouth.
“How’s that taste?”
    He swirled his fingers around before pulling them out with a pop. He could be real mean, playing with you when he wasn’t even filling you up. Your whimpers were adorable to him, especially when you got needy enough to start shaking your hips. Now you were begging, and he was happy to give you what you wanted.
“Whore.”
    Hearing those words outside the bedroom certainly wasn’t fun, but in the bedroom, even if it was said with the same level of vileness, you’d happily accept it. Four years, the same five dicks, you were certainly a whore for them. Ten was certainly on the more elegant side, working you over along with him, knowing how to get you on his level so you’d both climax together. Even being a little out of practice with your body, he could still play you like an instrument. He always held your hands when he had his way with you, wanting more than just your cunt to squeeze him tight, he wanted to feel the rest of your body shake. You’ve left him with marks before, and he’d happily welcome them now.
“At a girl, still know who owns you.”
    You swear you saw white when he made you cum, drool slipping down your face. It was only your second orgasm, but you knew they could get more out of you. As many as they pleased. There was a safe word in place, but in all the years you had known them, you never used it. They seemed to know your limits as well as you did. Before you could even properly come down Jeno was already kissing at your chest, sucking on your nipples as he edged himself inside. The noise that was heard as he pushed aside everyone else’s seed to get in, an all too familiar sound you did quite enjoy to hear.
“You’re already so full, baby, can you take more?”
“Yes…”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
    These sheets were gonna need to be thrown out when you were all done. You were already creating such a mess, and it wasn’t much compared to other nights. At least not yet. Jeno was practically digging into you, pushing in as cum came out. They had all had their turns before, being first or last or in the middle, so they wouldn’t complain about what stage they got to you. There were five of them after all, so they had to be good about sharing. Jeno was eager to make you unwind, so he gave you plenty of attention elsewhere. Twirling around your clit with his fingers, seeing it get red and swollen, another hand on your hip, keeping you from escaping him. He did it well enough you came first, already so sensitive, and he soon followed.
    You felt so fucken full you swear you were gonna burst, but you were just out of practice. Yuta peppered you with kisses, telling you how well you were doing. His fingers dipped into your sloppy cunt, having you get a taste of it. You certainly didn’t expect him to kiss you after, but they didn’t just play around with you. They had each other after all. You were already so overstimulated and lost, Yuta was kind enough to give you a little break before taking what was rightfully his. He had no problem playing around with your cunt for a while before dipping into the mess. He fit in nicely, having a pretty good idea how to keep you happy despite your state. He was ruthless, just as frustrated as Jaehyun, taking it all out on you and sparking you back to life. You really missed them.
    Now either the orgasm or Yuta made you pass out, but either way, you blacked out for a while. When you came to you were lying on the floor with your legs up in the air, clearly having fallen off to the side of the bed. Although Jeno was happily sleeping on your tummy, sighing dreamily and clearly cozy. You giggled at the sight. Sometimes you really did forget they were all close to your age, and yet living such different lives. You let Jeno stay for a while before you realized this position was very uncomfortable. You poked Jeno’s face to make him open his eyes.
“Why didn’t you pick me up? Do you think this is comfortable?”
“You looked cute, almost like you were drunk.”
“But I’m not.”
“Well, maybe not drunk off alcohol.” Jeno giggled and got up. “We were all out of it.”
“Obviously.”
    You got up, sitting down properly, well aware that you were leaking cum all over the floor, but that wasn’t for you to worry about now. Some of the others were lying in bed, and you crawled up to join them, pressing lazy kisses to exposed skin. This was all a little break for everyone. The night was still young, and even if you were four orgasms in, it was just one for each of them. They were greedy, and would certainly get what they wanted out of you, whether you were conscious or not. Waking up with a cock inside you wasn’t new, but certainly something you could picture for a night like this.
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    You didn’t actually wake up properly until the afternoon. After that you knew the next day would be nothing but a lazy day. Somehow you managed to get up and get into the shower, knowing you needed a deep clean. Although you dozed off until Yuta found you sitting in the tub. He had the energy to join you and help clean you up, which you were grateful for. You returned the favor as well, the two of you the first to eat lunch from room service, waiting around for the others. When you were well enough you stepped out of the penthouse so they could clean up, heading to a park to enjoy the weather and sun. 
    The rest of your little trip was like that. You had some more fun at night, but not too much. Besides, you’d be going off with your friends, and you didn’t need to be completely worn out. Overall it was a good trip, a good last trip, one you knew you’d never forget. When the time came they dropped you off back at Uni, wishing you well with your friends, asking you to let them know if you needed anything. You thanked them for the adventure, glad you could still have all that. It felt more authentic given that this was really you going out with them as friends, not getting paid for your company.
    Of course at some point your friends had to ask about your little trip. Anyone who knew you now knew about your sugar daddies, so there was no point lying about it. You spilled what you were comfortable with, and just enjoyed your time with them. You couldn’t believe this was your last spring break, but you were so happy to have them with you. It was hard to fall asleep Sunday night, knowing what awaited you the next day, but you had enough good memories to get you through the door. So come Monday morning, you weren’t actually dead as you got to class, unlike most of your peers.
    The professors weren’t all going to be kind, so it was back to work like before. This was the final stretch for you, focus and study hard, and you’d be graduating. A part of you couldn’t actually believe it, but you had to, you couldn’t fuck this up. So you put a lot off to the side, including the boys. You still texted them, but you couldn’t do any mini dates, and they were very understanding. Even if you were the one working your butt off, they were just as nervous and as excited as you were. Although all that focus distracted you from something that was just as important.
“Holy shit, I’m late.”
“What?”
“I was due like last week. Fuck.”
“Aren’t you on the pill?”
“That’s not foolproof.”
“Fair. Are you sure it isn’t stress though? I’m pretty sure I’ve missed a period or two cause of classes.”
“I don’t think I have before…”
“Well you are gonna graduate in a month. That is if you pass your finals.”
“Don’t fucken jynx it!”
“I’m just saying. You’ve probably never been stressed like this before. Athletes wind up not having a period for months cause of the stress they’re under.”
“I’m not a professional athlete.”
“Then go buy a pregnancy test and see if one of your sugar daddies is gonna be a father.”
“I wouldn’t fucken tell them. We’ve always been careful.”
“Then it’s just the stress. Problem solved. Also, don’t you have class soon?”
“Fuck. I do. I’ll get a pregnancy test later.”
“Cool, see you later.”
    You really didn’t think you’d be pregnant. You were careful, for the last four years, and you were very sexually active. Mina had a point though, you were under a lot of stress with graduation, but you had to be sure. Thankfully instead of buying one you remember the boys had given you some when they got you the pills. After classes you returned and used one of the tests, relieved to see it came out negative. So it really was just stress, and you were quite amazed it could do that to your body. Regardless, that was one less thing to worry about.
    To a degree you did feel bad you couldn’t see the boys after spring break, it had been quite a trip considering it was the last, but your academics were important. They wished you luck with finals, and you were ready for the last major exams of your life. You waited anxiously for the results, overjoyed that you had passed, and you were going to graduate. You had to celebrate, doing so with your friends. It was only once things wound down that you called the boys wanting to share the news.
“So, how did it go?”
“I passed… I’m graduating!”
“I knew you could do it.” Jeno cheered. “Our baby is so smart.”
“We’ve got to celebrate.” Johnny added. “Shall we pick you up?”
“I’ve already been partying, and I’m kinda spent. Maybe tomorrow?”
“Nah, it’s okay, you should rest. Don’t drink so much, okay.”
“I haven’t had a drink, can’t risk becoming a drunk mess before I take the stage.”
“Can we take you shopping!” Yuta asked. “Get you a nice dress for graduation?”
“I’d love that actually. Perhaps the one thing you guys can get me that I’ll keep.”
“If we don’t rip it off you.”
“True. Tomorrow then, shopping day.”
“We can’t wait.”
    Shopping wasn’t something to make a big deal out of, but how could you all not be excited. You’d be walking across the stage in the outfit you bought today, it had to be perfect. Not to mention the five guys buying it might wanna destroy it later, so you had to get good pictures first.
“We were thinking, after the ceremony, we’d take you out to dinner.”
“The last dinner.”
“Of course.” Ten smiled. “If that’s okay.”
“Yeah. It seems like a fitting end for us.”
“You better not cry.”
“I won’t.”
“Hm, guess we’ll see about that.”
    The big day brought on a lot of nerves, you could barely sleep the night before. Although when the sun was up, you and Mina were already getting dolled up, and she loved your outfit.
“You look hot.”
“Thanks.”
“So you really can’t come with me for dinner.”
“I already promised the boys. It’s the last one. Besides, I wanna see what kind of graduation present they get me.”
“Oh, they’ll probably give you a lot of money. Maybe a house.”
“That’d be awesome.”
“You better tell me immediately.”
“I’m sure I won’t be able to keep it a secret from you, so don’t worry.”
    Even if you looked stunning, it was mostly hidden by the gown. Still, you looked incredible and you couldn’t believe you had made it to the end. When you headed to the ceremony you looked around taking it all in. Even if you wanted your family there, you knew things had come up so they couldn’t attend. It’s why you were so happy to see the boys, knowing they were there for you. Although they did embarrass you a bit, Jeno and Yuta having a big congratulations sign, the others swinging around noise makers. Of course it dragged to wait for your name, but when it was your turn up on the stage you had the biggest smile, finding the boys in the crowd to show off too.
    You had tears in your eyes, so happy that all your efforts hadn’t been in vain. The boys had made their way over to you, embracing you in their arms, congratulating you over and over again. They said your tears were cute, but they were very proud of you. They even had flowers and a graduation bear as a present for you. They wanted pictures too, so you did your best to get rid of the tears and fix your makeup. After celebrating with your other friends and seeing the ceremony to the end you headed off to eat. You weren’t really hungry from all the adrenaline, but it was your last meal with the guys, and a very important one at that.
“You looked so beautiful up there.” Johnny complimented. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you could be there.”
“Us too.”
“So, what did you get me?”
“After you eat.” Ten said. “So be a good girl and have your fill.”
“I’ll burn a hole in your wallet tonight. Just watch.”
“I’d love to see you try.”
    There was something so peaceful about this meal, and exciting. They all asked about your plans going forward, what you wanted to do. Of course this was where you’d part ways, but you knew there was always a chance you’d run into each other again. Despite all the good things, you couldn’t help but wonder what your present was. After dessert they finally presented you with a little box. Now your heart was racing. It could be a key to a car or house, or maybe a card to a bank account they had made you. Still, you thanked them all and opened the box. Your smile faltered as you stared at the contents, dumbfounded.
“It’s… it’s a pregnancy test…”
“Surprise!”
“I… I don’t understand…”
“Well, you always talked about your future.” Jaehyun explained. “And how we weren’t a part of that. It really hurt, but you were right. So we figured we should include ourselves in your future.”
“I’m not… following…”
“You’re late, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but I took a pregnancy test already. It came out negative. The stress-”
“The one I gave you was fake.” Ten said. “It’s meant to come out negative.”
“What… what are you…”
“The best way to become a part of your future is for you to have our kid.” Yuta stated. “Of course we’re probably not gonna know which of us is the biological father, unless you had like quintuplets, but we can raise it together.”
“What…”
“Of course we’ll cover all the expenses.” Johnny assured. “So you don’t have to worry about food, or a roof over your head, nothing. We’re gonna be a big happy family now.”
“You’re… you’re lying… you… I’m on the pill!”
“Those were also fake.” Jeno added. “A placebo thing, right? Like sugar.”
“You planned this!”
“How else were we gonna be part of your future?”
“Truth is we always imagined a future with you.” Ten admitted. “After about a year, we realized how great you were, how perfect you were for us. So when you suddenly broke it off, we couldn’t believe it, but you were also right. We never really let you know we wanted you, so that’s on us, but we’ve rectified that now.”
“You’re fucken lying!” You stood up. “You did not get me fucken pregnant!”
“Shall we go confirm that?”
    You were furious, and you hated that they were throwing this idea out so casually. You took the pregnancy test and stormed off to the bathroom. They had rented out the whole restaurant, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone else. You nervously used the test, scared to look at the results, but they were clear as day.
“Positive…”
“Congratulations!!!”
    The boys had followed you to the bathroom, cheering and letting off confetti poppers. You stayed frozen in shock, trying to process this.
“It’s wrong… the test…”
“You can try again.” Jaehyun threw more pregnancy tests on the floor. “Better to use more than one anyway.”
“You… you…”
“Even if there wasn’t a baby inside you right now.” Yuta explained. “We’d have plenty of time to impregnate you now that you’ve graduated.”
“No… no you’re all fucken nuts…”
    You threw the test in the trash and intended to leave, only for Johnny to grab your arm, holding you back. Jeno was all over your belly, grabbing it and making baby noises.
“Easy now, baby. Now that you’re carrying our kid, we gotta take special care of you.”
“I am not having this baby!”
“That’s not up for debate.”
“It’s my body! And you fucken-”
“You think you can just play with us for four years?!” Jaehyun grabbed your chin, making you face him. “Four years, baby doll. That’s a lot of time to fall in love with a beautiful body and the girl that inhabits it. We weren’t playing, and we’re not gonna let you either. Your future is ours.”
“Fuck you! I didn’t consent to this! I’m not-” Jaehyun’s grip got tighter. “Let go…”
“You gotta be careful baby, don’t want you hurting yourself or the kid. We have a nice place picked out where we can look after you.”
“Let go!”
“Listen closely, darling.” Ten had Jaehyun let you go, stepping before you. “If anything happens to that baby, you are going to pay dearly for it. And don’t get any silly ideas in your head, you’re still young and very fertile, we have no problem tying you up and breeding you every night if something happens. So be a good girl, and smile, you’re gonna be a mother.”
“You’re crazy!”
“And you’re very hormonal, must be the baby. We should get you home.”
“No, no! Fucken let me go!”
“I can’t wait for the pregnant waddle.” Jeno cheered. “You’re gonna get so big!”
“I wonder if it’ll be a boy or girl.” Yuta said. “Maybe there’s more than one in there!”
“That’d be so cool.” 
“We’re gonna be dads!”
“I can’t wait!”
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mguvmii · 1 year
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HIIIII can i pretty please have L with a s/o that is totally the opposite of him? Like more childish dense clumsy and all that stuff
Please delete/ignore if you won’t do it thank you! <3
🗯️ 𝑶𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺 𝖠𝖳𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳 : 𝖫 𝖫𝖠𝖶𝖫𝖨𝖤𝖳 .!
-> 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝗁𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀! 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗑 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖤𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒!
-> 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗌𝗒 & 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗀𝗇 𝗌/𝗈, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
🪷 𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐓 • ୨ ࣪ ✶
- I would just like to start off by saying no one would know about L's and yours relationship. It's for safety reasons and L doesn't want people to gawk at him.
- Now , IF the task force somehow DID find out about your secret relationship , their first question is: how the hell did you manage to attract L?
- It's not in a bad way! It's just...well... you're the exact opposite of him , in every way. Whereas L is calm and mature , you're more scattered and child-like.
- your behavior is not like Misa's. It doesn't annoy people , but you find humor in every situation , you makes jokes and laugh at the dumbest things because it brings you joy. Not only that , but you're so oblivious and dense sometimes it makes L sigh.
- yes this includes being clumsy. You have two left feet and can practically trip on air most of the time. It's gotten to the point where L doesn't try to catch you everytime now. Instead he reminds you to be careful. He’s had to have Watari and himself patch you up a lot. 
- despite being total opposites, L is fond of you. 
(side note: Most people hc him as aromantic and not capable of love, but I don’t think so. I believe that while he’s not an ideal lover, he’s not incapable of loving someone else. He’s not the type to take you on dates or romance you. He won’t kiss you a lot. Rather, his way of showing love is act of service and quality time. His work comes first too, but he has room to make for you - he had to learn to balance work and you. He won’t tell you he loves you, but you just know from the way he does things for you.) 
- Generally, a person like you won’t be L’s exact type I don’t think, but somehow you’ve managed to win him over. He finds your child-like wonder and humor refreshing. In a workplace where everyone is mature and responsible, it can get pretty dull which is why he loves you so much. 
- You’re not afraid to make a joke, or chuckle whenever someone says something and you take it out of context. It makes L smile from time to time. Now, you weren’t childish all the time, not at all. When time called for it, you were just as mature and responsible as everyone else in the room, a trait L also loves you for. You balance it out well. 
- If and when he’s in a good mood, he will indulge you in your childish behavior- making a few jokes with you , or making a funny thing out of food to show you just so he’d hear you laugh. In a way, L is also childish so it’s not hard to adapt to your behavior. You kind of feed into his childish side and vice versa. 
- You pull pranks on Matsuda with L’s help. The both of you find it funny and it breaks the tension. 
_ When it comes to other things though, you are so dense it hurts. There was one time where no one knew you and L were in a relationship, so Matsuda tried to hit on you and asked you out. It didn’t go well at all. 
“So a/n! (alias name) I was...just wondering since I’m free and have nothing to do, you’d like to do something with me?” 
“hm? do what? Why don’t you do something with someone else?” 
“...A/n I-I’m trying to say I like you.” 
“Thank you Matsuda. I like you too!” 
“Really?!” 
“Yes I like everyone on the task force.” 
“...” (cue L smirking behind some papers) 
- So yes, you are dense, and oblivious.  
- Though you can protect yourself, L feels the need to protect you himself, especially with Kira and Light being with him. 
- It’s subtle too so the other doesn’t catch on- being the barrier between you and Light when you three walk together, brushing his hand against your waist to hold you steady etc...
- so yes despite being opposites , L loves you and all of your childish tendencies. 
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princessbrunette · 3 months
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i’ve finally built up the courage to voice my thoughts, so i’m on a bit of a roll today, let me know if i’m annoying you!
we talk about all the ways jj babies you, but can we talk about all the ways you baby him? like jj x obsessive caring bimbo reader where she’s always having to reach up and clean his mouth whenever he’s eating because he’s too engrossed in whatever conversation he’s having, or whatever food he’s eating that he doesn’t even notice the food on his mouth. The little things like fixing his collar and making sure to bring a spare jacket for him bc even though he swears he won’t need it you know he will. Absentmindedly brushing his hair out of his eyes whenever he’s talking to someone, and placing your hand on his knee when he’s bouncing it anxiously. Dragging him away to apply sunscreen all over his body cs there’s no way you’re letting your man get skin cancer, no way! randomly showing up with shirts and sweaters that you hold up to him and gush “oh, jayj! this would look so handsome on you.” clapping your hands excitedly and giggling when he tries it on, ignoring john b and pope snickering in the background. Whenever you see him in the evenings the first thing that comes out of your mouth is “jj what did you eat today?” and when he uncertainly mumbles nothing, you burst into tears and he has to comfort and reassure you that he’s not going to die of starvation. Putting him through your skincare routine against his will, and sometimes you wash his hair for him (but he really likes that part) it’s gotten to the point that the gang starts saying shit like “eat your veggies jj!” “drink your juice jj.” “no bad words jj.” and he can’t even be mad, cs it really does sound like you. And they’re always always saying “don’t make me call her on you, jayj.” and he just rolls his eyes cs little do they all know, he’s the dominant one where it really counts. You can always tell whenever he is out with the gang getting into some shit he shouldn’t have been and causing trouble, “jj what have you done?” you ask and he tells you nothing but you know your man better than that, so you tell him to pass the phone to kiara because you know she wouldn’t lie to you, and when she snitches on him he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck “i better get going before she comes all the way out here.” like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Telling him to be careful and fussing over him even when he’s doing something completely harmless like changing the tire “jj don’t burn yourself!” you shriek covering your eyes when he does something that doesn’t look too safe to you ( i don’t know anything about cars and neither does she) “baby, it’s not even hot.” he shakes his head fondly, never getting annoyed with your behavior even when other guys would, it’s nice to know someone cares for him so much. it’s something he’s never had.
ur not annoying at all!!!
obsessive bimbo gf has my heart !! honestly because jj is such a… guy he’s always messy n getting himself into problems n danger etc i feel like he would benefit from a feminine voice being around to make sure he’s good !! esp bursting into tears upon hearing he hasn’t eaten today bc omg ?? let me cook for u rn ????
and sometimes jj just wants u to relax and let him look after you, but you’re so set on your doting housewife-like tendencies u just can’t help yourself from fussing over him all the time :((. maybe if he wasn’t so pretty and reckless you’d be able to relax but !!!!
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imaginestuffs · 2 years
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Silly Bet- Eddie Munson x Reader
word count:2541
warnings: none, just fluff
summary: Gareth bet the kids that they wouldn't be able to talk to you. And when they win, they bring you to Hellfire to prove it, and that's when you meet Eddie, the boy you watched from afar who held a place in your day-to-day thoughts since you saw him.
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You had met Eddie in the summer of your first year in Hawkins, you had just moved there from California and everything was still so new to you. You had gotten there just as the spring semester had started, and you had been pretty well accepted. You weren’t popular necessarily, but you weren’t considered a nerd or freak by any means. People were relatively kind to you just as you were to them. You didn’t cause trouble and your grades were decently high. Usually, you sat at a table alone in the cafeteria just so you could read peacefully during the small break you had. At times there were people who would come and ask to sit with you and you would happily oblige especially when those people were kids who weren’t the most well-received. You never shied away from accepting people, it was just something you were taught to do and it made you feel better knowing that people could come up to you knowing they wouldn’t be turned away.
You would see Eddie and his friends sit at their table and have the most animated discussions and it always put a smile on your face. He was never afraid to cause a scene, whether it be making fun of jocks or just speaking as loudly as he could when he was passionate about something. It was something you admired about him really, it was just one more thing that caused your heart to grow fonder of him. Though you had never properly met him, you had a little place in your thoughts reserved especially for him. 
You knew he was known as the resident freak, or even ‘bad boy’ as some of the cheer squad called him. And to be honest, it intrigued you, it made you want to get to know him. You were definitely more reserved but didn’t turn someone down when spoken to. Sure you got nervous meeting new people and could be bashful at times but you learned to push through that and always see the positives.
You had just been introduced to the young group of boys you had seen sitting with him all the time. They had nervously walked up to you at your locker on the last day before the summer break. Introducing themselves as Dustin, Mike, and Lucas. You immediately smiled at them and introduced yourself to them as well. 
“Uh, (y/n)?” you heard a voice from behind you. You turned around and smiled at the sight of the boys. “Hello,” you greeted with a soft wave. They looked a bit awkward as they stood in front of you. “Did you guys need something?” you asked them. “Oh, um, we just wanted to say hi, we’ve seen you around, and seem really nice. You know, you’re still kind of new here so we thought we’d introduce ourselves. I’m Dustin,” the curly-haired boy told you and reached out his hand. Your smile brightened and you reached out to shake his outstretched hand. “This is Mike, and Lucas,” he pointed at the other two boys. “Well it’s really nice to meet you all, is there anything else you needed?” you asked and looked between the three of them. 
“Actually um, we made a bet with our friend Gareth, that we’d be able to talk with you. You know introduce ourselves,” Lucas explained. You nodded your head, “Oh, well what did he think I’d do? Not talk to you? That’s silly,” you said and shook your head. “That’s what we told him. I told him you were too nice to turn us down,” Dustin said and you chuckled. “Well, I’m really glad I got to meet you all, and tell your friend I said hello and he can talk to me whenever he’d like,” you said with a playful grin. 
“You know what, would you mind coming with us so that we can prove to Gareth that we aren’t lying?” Mike asked you. “Yeah, of course, I’d love to,” you said and closed your locker before walking through the halls with them. “So, do you guys have any plans for summer?” you made conversation. “Mostly D&D,” Dustin answered and you chuckled a bit. “My brother actually loves to play, he talks about it all the time,” you told them. Their eyes lit up, “Really, that’s awesome. What’s his name?” Lucas asked with a bright smile. “His name is Alex, he’s actually in your grade,” you explained. “What’s your last name, I might know him,” Dustin said. “Oh, Our last name is (l/n),” you informed them. “Yeah! I know him, he seems really cool, super friendly,” he said. “Yeah that’s him, not very shy is he?” you laughed softly. “Definitely not,” Dustin said with a smile. You approached the door and Mike held it open for you. “Thank you, Mike,” you said gratefully as you stepped into the room behind Lucas. You could feel eyes on you, and so you looked up from the floor to in fact see everyone staring at you. 
“Hi,” you waved softly at everyone. “You actually did it?” Gareth asked in surprise. “Who did what?” a familiar voice came from the doorway. You turned to the door just to see the boy that you just couldn’t shake from your thoughts: Eddie Munson. “Dustin, Lucas, and Mike got (y/n) (l/n) to talk with them. I bet them that they couldn’t,” Gareth explained. 
Eddie’s eyes moved around the room until they settled on you. “Well, isn’t that a surprise,” he said and you furrowed your brows. He smiled at your expression, he would never tell anyone but he swore you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. With your baby blue striped shirt neatly tucked into your white skirt, wearing hightops. 
He could barely look away from you, “And why is that surprising?” you asked and shifted your weight. You didn’t understand why but being in his presence made you a bit bashful. “Well, princess you don’t seem like the type to talk with freaks,” he explained. Heat flooded your cheeks at the pet name he used for you. “I wouldn’t say your freaks, you just enjoy different things than other people. I mean so does my brother and he’s not a freak,” you said with a small shrug. “I actually quite enjoy sitting in on my brother’s campaigns. He and his friends were usually my responsibility and I tended to enjoy watching them be so passionate about something,” you explained. Eddie looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Your brother plays D&D and you enjoy it?” he asked slowly. You nodded your head, “Yeah, I honestly do. It’s actually pretty cool,” you said shyly. “Does this little brother of yours have a party?” he asked in curiosity. “Not currently, no,” you answered. “Well maybe you should drop by again, and we’ll see what happens,” Eddie suggested and it brought a warm smile to your face as you looked at him fondly. 
“I think that would be great. Where do you guys meet for the summer?” you asked. “Right here, princess,” he said gesturing to the room they were currently occupying. “How? The school is closed,” you asked in confusion. “Let’s just say that’s not a problem for me,” he said with a wink. You looked at him in surprise and just chuckled a bit. “Alright then, I guess, I’ll see you guys same time, next Friday?” you asked excitedly. “We’ll be here,” he said. 
After that day, you had begun to bring your little brother every Friday. Sometimes staying to watch seeing as it was ok with Eddie and the rest of the party. You had grown fond of the boys, and your small crush on Eddie had begun to grow. Over the next few weeks, you had grown closer to him, and would eventually end up hanging out outside of the club environment. 
The first time you hung out was on a Saturday night. He had asked if you’d like to watch a movie at his place and you said yes. It had become a regular thing for both of you. Sometimes you’d sneak out of the house just to go see him. 
Tonight felt different though.
You were over at Eddie’s place just sitting and hanging out like usual. Something about that night felt different, there was slight tension. You didn’t completely understand what was going on with him, he seemed distant, he seemed far away. 
“Hey, Eds,” you said and looked over at him lying next to you. “Hmm,” he hummed, letting you know he was listening. “Are you ok?” you asked nervously, playing with a loose string on your sweater. He could hear the nerves in your tone and turned to look at you. “Yeah, I’m fine, what makes you ask?” he wondered. “It’s just you seem tense and I’m worried. Have I done something wrong?” you asked worriedly. His big brown eyes widened at your worry, “What? Of course not, you’ve done nothing wrong. I just can’t get this girl out of my head,” he explained. Your heart sunk at the news. You had to have known that nothing was going to happen between you, but that little bit of hope always stayed floating around inside of your mind. 
“Oh, really, do I know her?’ you asked softly with a teasing smile. Trying your best not to let your hurt show. “I think you might, yeah,” he nodded his head with a big smile. “What’s she like?” you wondered as you sit up and cross your legs beneath you. “Well, she’s got the prettiest (e/c) eyes I’ve ever seen, her smile lights up a room, and she’s one of the funniest and most kind people I’ve ever met.” he began to explain. “Yeah?” you asked kindly, letting him know to continue. “She has never once disregarded anyone, and I swear her laugh is the most beautiful sound ever. She loves her little brother more than anything, and she treats the boys like they’re her family too. I mean, she’s smart, she likes D&D, sure she’s not metal but she’s soft and sweet, more often than not smells like roses,” he describes her, and it sparked a small thought in the back of your mind. Could he be talking about you? And to your utter surprise, he admits it. 
“Oh, right. And she’s sitting right next to me,” he said with a smug little smile as he watched you. Your eyes widened and a blush swept your cheeks in the dim lamp light. Your heart swelled at his words and you tried your best to bite back a grin. You delicately raise your hand to move a piece of hair away from his face, letting your fingertips linger against his cheek. “Well, she can’t get you out of her head either,” you said with a warm smile. 
He gently reached up to grab your wrist and place a kiss on it. “The second you walked into the club meeting for the first time, I knew that I couldn’t let you get away. You were too special, too sweet not to fall for,” he said and you averted your gaze. He sat up and let go of your wrist so he could carefully turn your face to look at him. Your eyes were bright, and your lips curved into a soft smile. 
“You know, I always saw you around but I never got the chance to talk to you until that day. I was more nervous than I had been in a long time, and I knew from the first time I saw you that I had to know you,” you revealed shyly. “I made you nervous?” he asked with a raised brow. “That’s all you got from that?” you asked with a chuckle. You could feel the coolness of his rings gently nipping at the warmth of your cheek. “Maybe,” he tilted his head and you giggled once more. 
“Can I ask you something?” he questioned and let his thumb stroke your cheek. You leaned into his touch and nodded, “Of course,” you answered. “There’s just something I’ve always wanted to do,” he continued dragging out his asking. You nodded again,” Ok, and what is that?” you asked raising your brow as you reached one hand up to take a hold of the hand that was resting on your cheek. 
“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly. You bit your lip lightly and nodded your head. He gently used his thumb to tug your bottom lip from between your teeth. He leaned closer and you let your eyes flutter shut, your lashes swept your cheeks. He admired you for a few seconds before pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was short and sweet, and just as he pulled away you chased after and kissed him once again. This kiss was longer, and more passionate than the one before, he let go of your cheek and moved his hands to rest on your waist. Slowly helping you as you pushed yourself to rest with a leg on either side of him. One hand was on his shoulder while the other rested on his cheek, making sure to keep him close. Your lips moved in sync for as long as your lungs would allow them to. You pulled away and let your eyes open, just to see a wide smile and those beautiful brown eyes staring back at you. 
“That was definitely more than I thought it would be,” he said and shook his head lightly. “And what is that supposed to mean?” you asked and let both hands come to rest over his shoulders. “Well, I definitely didn’t expect you to be on my lap, and I did not expect you to chase after me like that,” he explained and you blushed before going to move off of his lap. “Hey, no, you don’t have to move, I just wasn’t expecting that.” He said and moved to rest his hand on your thigh to keep you where you were, but light enough to let you move if you wanted to. You settled on his lap again and let your fingers run through his hair. “Plus, I thought it was pretty cute,” he teased and you swatted his shoulder before resting your head there. 
You felt him laugh and wrap his arms around your back, holding you flush against his chest. 
“You know, I’m pretty happy that Gareth lost that bet, although I would’ve found a way to make you mine anyway,” he said and kissed your head. You smiled against his neck, “And I was already yours before we even met,” you said and kissed his jaw. You felt him laugh again and hold you tighter. 
“I love you, princess,” he said and you pulled away to look in his eyes, “I love you too Eds,” you said and placed one last kiss on his lips.
“Bet this will scar the kids,” he whispered and you threw your head back in laughter. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the column of your throat. You looked back at him and just smiled, “Yeah, it just might,” 
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rainbowspinch · 2 months
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Alright Spinchers get ready cause I’m about to dump all my SB AU stuff/SB headcanons because I’ve got The Rot in my brain.
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I’ll probably edit this later because there’s definitely stuff I’m forgetting. Anyway
Ok let’s seperate this into sections.
GLAMROCK FREDDY:
-“Superstar!”
-He really, really tries to be a stickler for the rules but it honestly doesn’t work. He tries so hard. But if he needs this door down and it won’t unlock, he’s going to call Monty to bash it in
-‘no swearing’ rule but there is absolutely exceptions
-Regularly uses “by the power invested in me” before sentencing the others to punishment (“by the power invested in me I sentence you to 15 minutes in your least favourite corner”)
-So much more patient and trusting than he reasonably should be
-Can, will, and does pick up the others simply because he’s able to
-Whenever Freddy is waiting for someone/something with Roxy, he looks extra hard to try see it before Roxy does to ‘beat her super eyes’. He wants to see it first and never does. Sometimes she pretends not to see to make him feel better
-Whenever they go on stage, Freddy and Monty Bro Hug It Out so no one knows they’re gay.
-⬆️Everyone knows.
-Goes out of his way to try and make the day better when it seems to be going south. He especially does this with Monty because he’s just about always having a bad day
-Was a little distant from the others, especially Monty, after Bonnie was put away for good. He focused way more on his definitely very important duties as the face of the Pizzaplex than interacting with them. This backfired on him completely because it just made everyone talk to him More.
-Has the weakest battery of everyone and needs to charge more frequently. He’s usually pretty good at making sure he doesn’t collapse in front of customers
-He knows they’re programmed to be good with kids and all but he still finds himself feeling all soft and mushy watching his friends get along with the young ones
GLAMROCK BONNIE:
-“Rockstar”
-Was always kind of grouchy in the mornings, but was fine after they had their first show
-Can drink 7 milkshakes in one sitting and postpone the regret for later
-he’s got a super sense for bowling. He Knows when someone is bowling like shit and they will be dealt with
-Had assigned bowling balls for each of his friends
-When Bonnie was randomly found mangled and broken, the staff had no idea what to do and kind of just- hid him away so they wouldn’t have to deal with it. The last person to talk to him was Roxy, who laid next to him while the Staff Bots tried to assess the situation.
-The Pizzaplex’ s Band originally started off with just Freddy and Bonnie, to imitate Fredbear and Springbonnie
-Shockingly, the one most adjusted to Bonnie’s sarcasm and occasional bad attitude is Chica, not Freddy. She became accustomed to his behaviour pretty quickly, and swiftly learned to level him out
-He goes and lays on Roxy’s carpet when he’s unhappy and she’s pretty much just gotten used to it at this point. She’s got no idea why he chose her room specifically but she’s adjusted.
GLAMROCK CHICA:
-Regularly hangs around the food court, shock horror
-Chica is super flexible. It makes the stretches and fitness aspects of Mazercise easier on her joints- however it does also mean she could fold herself into a ball if she really wanted to.
-If Chica is winning on the raceway, she’ll purposely slow down to let Roxy win
-While she comes across as very sweet and friendly, she’s definitely an enabler of chaos. She can and will encourage Roxy and Monty’s bickering.
-That being said, she does know where to draw a line. She knows how to tell when her friends are getting genuinely irritated, and she knows when things will actually be taken to heart instead of as a joke. She’s a good mediator, and a good calming agent
-Likes to bring snacks to the daycare for the little ones. After a gentle scolding here and there from Moon, though, she’s learned to bring snacks early on, and not too close to nap time, lest the sugar keep the kids up.
-Absolutely decimates in the arcade. She and Monty love to compete
-Adjusted to Monty taking Bonnie’s place the easiest. She loves Bonnie and treasures him dearly, but she wasn’t about to let her grief make Monty feel unwelcome. The two remain very close to this day
-She loves her friends but she’s not huge on sharing food. She thanks god every day that Roxy knows this and orders them seperate pizzas whenever they get them
-Absolutely the type to learn Tiktok dances and trends, and if she had a phone, would absolutely partake. It’s not uncommon to find TikTok’s filmed in the Pizzaplex that she jumps to participate in
-Hums a lot. Was pretty unhappy that they forbade her from singing, and started humming a lot to make up for it
GLAMROCK FOXY:
-“Laddie/Lassie”
-They aren’t supposed to store things in their chest compartments unless instructed to (like cakes, piñatas, etc), but Foxy tends to stash toys and merchandise in there and try get away with it. He usually gets caught
-Roxy was initially introduced as a prototype. She was small and child sized, and given to Foxy to train her up. It was supposed to be to test his aggression levels due to some recent bugs with Bonnie, but he got extra attached and kept her as his own.
-Following the previous, when Roxy was taken away from him, he was told she would be dismantled. Foxy was later taken from the stage and the band for maiming a staff member.
-Foxy is stashed behind some cutouts and other bits and pieces in Kids Cove. He won’t come out for fear of being decommissioned permanently. The others bring pizza and activities to do with him, so he can still be included.
-Uses the excuse of having ‘unspecified ailments’ when he doesn’t feel like performing. Depending on which technician is checking in with him in the morning, it sometimes works.
-Got a couple of broken parts that are lovingly held together by duct tape
ROXANNE WOLF:
-“Speedracer”/“Racer”
-Roxy gets along really well with the staff bots and caution bots. She’s like a celebrity to them, and she thinks they’re just funky little guys. She appreciates that they always make sure they’re clean before touching her (which they continue to do because she likes it)
-Whenever she walks by a caution bot, they always reach out to try touch her tail. This is especially endearing when she walks by a group and they all reach out
-Roxy brushes her tail exactly 200 times every morning. If she loses count she has to start again
-She and Chica go on lots of food court dates, going to get pizza and ice cream and such.
-Roxy spends a lot of time hanging around Mazercise waiting for Chica. She’s not shy about her favouritism
-Prefers older kids over the younger ones because younger kids can be a little messy, and she’s not one for mess. However, Cassie is her exception in all cases.
-She knows full well that by advertising and programming she’s supposed to be a winner, to be the epitome of sass and style. It’s exhausting to try be that perfect all the time, and she only feels worse that it makes her exhausted
-She deeply values her beauty and struggles to see her value beyond that. She needs to be good at everything, being average isn’t good enough.
-Used to struggle with giving compliments and often still does, but Chica has extraordinarily helped with this issue. Roxy loves her too much to not compliment her
-She’s actually quite the history nerd! She takes a lot of interest in older locations and older models, and will jump to get any information she can from whoever will give it to her
MONTGOMERY GATOR:
-“Champ”
-Monty is exactly as he’s described in the books. Dramatic and loud, but otherwise harmless
-Monty has a couple fried circuits; is prone to headaches, mood instability and light sensitivity as a result, hence his irritability and short temper
-He frequently visits the daycare, both as a helping hand and just to hang out. Sun and Moon insisted he has to dress as a clown if he wants to help out; they were joking but he took that 100% seriously and dresses the part if he intends to help care for the little ones.
-Roxy is like an older sister. When he was newly introduced, they quickly made the ‘new kid’ connection and she took him under her wing pretty swiftly.
-tail wags, hissing and swimming
-likes to ‘trade noises’. He’ll make a sound, normally a hiss, and usually whoever he’s with will return a sound (Chica with bawking, Roxy with a small howl, and Freddy tends to boop his nose to make the squeak sound. Bonnie is still pretty new to this and hasn’t exactly figured out a sound to make yet.)
-Tends to skip shows when he decides it’s too much, and goes off to hide.
-Following the previous, he used to hang around up on the catwalks in Gator Golf. However after being knocked off by the Hurricane hole-in-one, he’s since refused to even touch the steps up.
-Monty can easily be allured with the jingles of keys
-Used to address Freddy as ‘Captain’, but suffered through every stage of grief the day Freddy called him ‘Comrade’ in response. He hasn’t done it since
-Keeps track of regulars on his golf course and often gets along with them
-Spontaneously breakdances in the West Arcade
SUN & MOON (AND ECLIPSE):
-Sun was SO shit at being a daycare attendant after being moved from the Theatre. He was very used to seeing kids from a distance most of the time, and didn’t know how to handle taking care of them for long periods of time.
-Moon tends to jingle miserably across the floor whenever he’s up while the lights are on. Having been set up as a sleepy time animatronic, he has become quite nocturnal. Does that stop him from being up and about while the lights are on? No. Will he be tired and complain about it the whole time? Of course!
-Moon laughs at kids when they fall and Sun has to tell him off
-Moon throws ball pit balls at Staff Bots and gets told off for that too
-Before the events of SB, Sun and Moon were really close, damn near inseparable
-Sun and Moon used to share a body (which they resented a little bit). They took a nasty fall and the people who did the repairs went “you know what? Might as well” and separated them into two seperate bodies instead. The old body was left in parts and service, and later became Eclipse.
-At the start, Eclipse was a blend of Sun and Moon. They inherited both negative and positive traits from both ends, which created a balance of function and flaw. However this withered away a bit, and by Ruin, Eclipse was only taking on the positive traits. They lost Sun’s anxiousness and uptight personality, but maintained his patience and gentleness. They lost Moon’s pessimism and self preservation, but kept his playfulness and consideration. This has made Eclipse 100% In Denial Of All Bad Things, which does more bad than good.
-Moon doubles as a security animatronic. It’s his job to make sure everyone else is in their assigned station at night, which is why he can confidently leave the daycare, but Sun does not. He doesn’t care much for this job however and usually doesn’t do it.
-Sun tends to find a lot of the human staff incompetent. Between Moon’s bugs and twitches, the power issues in the daycare, the generators in the play equipment, and things regularly breaking down, he’s come to be impatient and exhausted with the maintenance crew. He quickly becomes exasperated when Moon starts to twitch out, because it means the past people to fix him did a shit job of it. Again.
-Sometimes ghosts of the past come to visit. Not to cause trouble, but just to check out how Freddy’s is doing. Charlie, being 3, is often snatched up by security and put in the daycare. Sun cannot figure out for the life of him how she keeps escaping so quickly whenever she’s brought in.
-Sun hates it when things are untidy. It’s just annoying to have stuff all over the place, and he prefers to keep it clean. Things being too much of a wreck can make him feel overwhelmed
-Sun occasionally calls Moon ‘Starlight’, and Moon regularly calls Sun ‘Sunny’ or ‘Sunshine’
-Sun manifests genders at Moon and he’s only very vaguely aware of it
-They both have a bit of merchandise, usually from staff bots handing it out near the daycare and Sun going ‘OOO we should have this!’ Sun has a Roxy graphic tee and Moon has one for Monty. It doesn’t fit the clown aesthetic but they wear them occasionally nonetheless
DJMM AND MAPBOT:
-Map Bot has the entirety of One Direction’s ‘You Don’t Know You’re Beautiful’ memorised
-DJ’s station is decorated with lots of maps, because Map Bot offers him a map every time he visits, and he accepts it every time
-Map Bot scares guests on purpose and thinks it’s hilarious
-DJ’s main body doubles as storage. That’s where all the mini men go.
-DJ tends to lose mini men because there’s too many for him to keep track of. Some have names. Some don’t. If he loses one, so be it. It’s every infant for himself in the Pizzaplex.
-Map Bot often carries Caution Bots around like they’re his babies. They enjoy it
-This might be the dumbest one yet but- DJ and Map Bot are possessed by Phone Dude and Phone Guy respectively. It started as a joke because we thought it was funny but now it’s stuck. They don’t remember ever being people, and nobody questions why Map Bot is significantly more expressive and talkative than the other staff bots.
-DJ gets along really well with the band members and occasionally talks them into performing along to his mixes. Roxy and Chica are most prone to caving, Roxy because she loves the attention and Chica because there’s no staff to tell her she’s not allowed to sing. They always have a good time
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I love having to explain to people exactly how obsessed with SIX I was
like my friends will point out when it’s coming to my city and I’m like “yes honey I’ve known, I’ve known since 8 months ago and I have tickets don’t worry” and then when I mentioned six fanfiction and my friend was like “wait people write fanfiction about it?” “Yes and I’ve read so so many that I had to read wattpads fics FUCKING WATTPAD, if you read the six the musical fics on there you would know….I also know like every ship of the six and probably have read a diff of it” “PEOPLE SHIP THEM?!?!? Aren’t they like cousins?” “Yes but luckily the fandom is small enough no one ships the incest ✌️😜”
then he went on to tell me I was the person that drew Miku binder Tomas Jefferson 😭😭😭
and then when someone sends u a six meme and u have to pretend you’ve seen it for the first time (so that they keep talking abt ur intrest)
one time I was in a little six the musical thingy and the director was asking everyone abt a “little” background about the queens and one person from each group would answer, (I was in the Boylens, but like ofc bc I literally am Anne Boylen and the main character soooo) AND A KID FROM MY GROUP SHOT UP HER HAND AND THE TEACHER CALLED ON HER AND THE SHIT SHE SAID WAS “she uh grew up in France and then married the king and then flirted with 3 guys and then got beheaded” LIKE NO BITCH SHE DID NOT DONT RAISE UR HAND IF UR GUNNA LIE TO US DHFHJFJDIDISKSJSJWHUEUEUE SO THEN I RAISED MY HAND TO HELP HER PUT THERE 😭😭😭✌️😭
ALSO I TAUGHT MY GROUP SO MUCH SHIT ABT HER IN FACT EVERYONE AT THAT PLACE KNEW I WAS THE HISTORY ONE SO THEY WOULD COME UP TO ME AND BE LIKE “hey _____ do u know anything about Anna of Cleves” UMMM HELL YEAH !!!!!!! IT WAS SO FUN 🤭🤭🤭🤭
another time I was doing Karoke and me & my friend wanted to sing SIX and she’s like “so which song” and I’m like “I know the lines to like all of them so we can do any one”
one time my friends said “her forehead is so big it could be Library full of SIX facts” 💪
also I had(ve) no friends that were this intensely or at all obsessed with it so I would literally be fucking texting myself links to videos and stuff
Also like one time I got jumpscared bc out of the corner of my eye I saw Santa Claus and thought it was H*nry VIII
Also I have seen almost every single one of Art E’s (person who made six the kids) tumblr posts + may or may not have also gotten a virus (no fr I’m not sure) from tumblr when scrolling through six posts
whenever I couldn’t sleep or was home alone yes I would perform six and yes I would know most of the lines
the biggest album on my phone is six photos + I have separate albums for every queen and their kids
also I have seen pretty much every incorrect SIX quote and they are pretty much inside jokes with myself
when I would get really anxious I would imagine my life if I was an actor on tour playing Boylen and my friendship which each of the other random actors and also I would imagine my favorite six six (the last song) animatic
there were times where I could hardly do anything without thinking “OMG THIS IS SO JANE SEYMOUR LIKE I,AGINE IF THE QUEENS WERE HERE AND JEHFJDJWKWKWMMA” (to myself in my head I’m not annoying like that….well to anyone but G)
I wanted to make a Anne Boylen cosplay SOOOO BAD despite having no cosplay skills one time I tried to make one for a belle doll I bought at goodwill speicifically for that purpose and also one out of cardboard
I have an album with all of the bootlegs I could find that aren’t just a black screen and can send it to u
and yet although I’ve been obsessed for 2-3 years I have hardly made any art for it and just have like 50 million unfinished sketches and may or may not have unfinished fanfics and so so many mental ideas of animatics (idk how to animate) that I abandoned after a day and I own 4 pieces of merch that I didn’t make myself (7 if u include the stuff I made) ✌️😭 ✌️😖
when I was bored instead of watching a Netiflix show or listening to music like a normal person, oh no, I would rewatch H*nry VIII oversimplified I’ve seen it like 10 times honestly a banger
Also if you know these 3 songs you are SUCH a real one and I love you;
-divorced behead and died 🗣️🔥💯‼️ divorced beheaded survived 🗣️🔥💯‼️ IM H*NRY VIII IVE HAD 6 SORRY WIVES YOU COULD SAY I RUINEDTHEIR LIVES 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯💯‼️‼️‼️
-H*NRY H*NRY H*NRY HAD SO MANY WIVES THAT HAD TO DIE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥💯💯‼️‼️‼️‼️ H*NRY H*NRY H*NRY HAD SO MANY ONLY ONE SURVIED ☝️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥💯💯💯‼️‼️‼️
-ITS SO SUPER CRAZY THAT I GOT TO BE QUEEN 🗣️🔥🔥💯‼️‼️‼️ THE ODDS WERE AGAISNT IT IF U KNOW WHAT I MEAN OFC I WAS THE DAUGHTER TO A POWERFUL KING BUT I NEVER THOUGHT I’D END UP WEARING THIS THING 👑👑🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯‼️‼️‼️‼️
Also yes I censor H*nry and not fuck bc it’s funny and I like that it’s like a little with us six fans 💪 as well as Henrat
also I did a history project on Elizabeth I
also at another preppy little thing I did was think which of my friends are each of the queens bc I’m Boylen therefore we all have to be besties
And I could write something probably longer than this post abt my head canons of what I think their personality would be like au’s how I think their friendships are to each other what they would like and dislike, basically a really advanced sim and yes I have made them in the sims but sims 3 won’t let me have more than 8 so Edward had to go also Eddy is an iPad kid bc I deicided like come on Jane would so give him and iPad and be like “oh yes ofc I will pay 20 dollars so u can have new robux 😇”
also I have every single one of the queens and their kids deathdays on my calendar (Mae is not included) as well as their birthdays
also it has been 2 years and I still remeber the time and date I saw six for the first time (cried 6 times 3 when it started 3 when it ended) 💪💪💪
being a SIX fan is having no clue what to say when someone asks how many wars H*nry fought but knowing the amount of miscarriages Lina had
fun fact: Henry killed thousands more ppl than Mary ✌️😜
One time I got in like a 30 minute argument with my friends Snapchat ai about whether or not H*nry deserves decent human respect BITCH JUST BCZ IT WAS A “DIFFRENT TIME” DOESNT KAKE IT OKAY” 😤😤😤
ALSO I HAVE SOOOO MANY UNPOPULAR OPINIONS AND ALSO KATHRYN PARR IS SPELT WITH A K GUYS GET IT RIGHT BC ELIZABETH MADE HER A FRENCH VERSION OF ONE OF HER BOOKS AND PUT HER INITIALS ON IT WHIC WERE KP ‼️‼️‼️
Also fun fact Elizabeth signed everything Elizabeth R because R means Regina which means queen in Latin or something and Elisabeth could speak SOOO MANY diffrent Languages.
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My friend (who I'll call Kay) who plays TWST actually told me something very interesting but also pretty messed up. I might get some stuff wrong but hear me out.
You know how Trey pretty much never called out Riddle whenever he did something wrong because he believed that Riddle's the way he is because of his parents? Which is true but most (if not all) of Riddle's controlling behavior is Riddle's own choice.
Well, Kay said that had MC and ADeuce not stepped in, not only would this had continued (and most likely gotten worse) and Riddle got a job, married and became a father, he would be a carbon copy of his mother: mistreating his spouse and child, all the while being hailed as a respected mage in his homeland. And Trey would still not step in because he still believes that Riddle's the way he is because he's too busy feeling bad for Riddle and himself for not helping Riddle.
Of course, this is just my friend's theory and I highly doubt Trey would let something like that slide.
***CONTENT WARNING: this post discusses themes of generational trauma and familial abuse!!***
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I mean, that’s assuming Riddle doesn’t Overblot from rage and die from it before graduation, right 🥲 He was already in that downwards spiral before Yuu, Ace, Deuce, and Grim called him out for his tyranny…
The “what if” scenario being proposed here reminds me of this theory that someone else posed; basically, it suggests that maybe Mama Rosehearts also had a similar childhood as Riddle, so her treatment of him is her perpetuating what was imposed onto her in her girlhood and feeding into generational trauma and a cycle of abuse. Of course, this theory is mainly speculation rather than based on concrete evidence (since we don’t actually know a ton about Mama Rosehearts), but it’s still an interesting concept to consider 🤔
One point I’d like to clarify is that it isn’t outright stated that Mama Rosehearts mistreats her spouse (although it could definitely be inferred) or in what she ways she mistreats him. Riddle says in one of his Groom-for-a-day voice lines that he wishes the Queen of Hearts would impart the secret to a happy marriage with his own parents, implying that his mother and father have a rocky relationship. Many popular fan interpretations for Papa Rosehearts is that he is meek and cannot stand up for himself (similar to the King of Hearts), but to be honest, Papa Rosehearts could be just as toxic as his wife is; we don’t know for certain.
In any case, that would have been a sad and dark path for Riddle to go down 😔 Having the public image of a respectable and talented mage with a perfect family while that same family is falling apart at the seams behind the scenes… yikes. The more optimistic part of me’s like, “No way would Trey stand for that!! He’d hit a breaking point eventually and do/say something to Riddle!!” … But the less optimistic part of me’s going, “That’s a tough situation to be in. I don’t know what I’d do if I were Trey.”
When I really think about it 😔 I think Trey would not find the courage to intervene (at least not on his own). This isn’t to say that he’s a bad person, but I’m just thinking realistically. It’s difficult for someone—anyone—to stick their nose into another family’s “business”, especially while dealing with the intense remorse that Trey probably is. And the more Trey puts off telling Riddle (which, let’s be fair here, he already has been doing), the easier it will become for him to keep perpetuating those excuses, the more guilt will rack up from him not acting or saying anything before. It’ll get worse and worse, probably to the point where it starts to wear at Trey’s own mental health and wellbeing 🥲 He needs a hard push from an outside force maybe Chenya to really spring into action, because Trey is also in need of a good telling-off 💦
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Modern AU with Regulus Coroner and Detective James
Just a small one-shot because I got an intense brainworm from my post about this cliché (:
My AO3
Warning: Horror
There is an anomaly. Regulus wants to say that it is in his life because the lab’ is his and in a logical way his life but as Evan likes to remind him: he wouldn’t want to deal with everything else outside from the corpses he examines.
Regulus could perfectly work anywhere if he wants to. They both know it but it’s true that Regulus wouldn’t enjoy the management, employees and so on, despite his upbringing that made him fit, and deserving, of a position of power and not— an employee as he might appear on paper. Still, since the anomaly is always showing in his territory then this makes it Regulus’ and should leave him any right on how to deal with it.
“Can you-” The voice dries, chokes, with no politeness despite the obvious try. “Holy crap. Don’t show it to me.”
His anomaly is obnoxious and very chatty even though it’s thrown in an environment that only disturbs him. It should have gotten used to it by now; especially with how often it gravitates toward Regulus who perhaps is not near dead bodies only when he goes to the toilet.
“This?” He asks and fakes a perfect innocence with his eyebrows as he presents the skull in his hand with a lot of flesh still holding on.
He has to admit that it’s not a pretty one as whoever killed this woman tried to cover it with various things. A piece of flesh falls off with a loud splash but his eyes are still on the ever-prying anomaly who showed up with coffees and a bag of pastries.
“Oh God.”
“Potter, you better not puke in here or you will end up like this woman.”
James Potter snorts. He tries to look at him but he needs to quickly glance away because of the corpse beside Regulus. Thankfully he manages to not let anything fall as he hastily puts down the paper bag and the coffees on a small table.
“I’m not,” he assures as if his usual warm, soft-looking, skin hasn’t completely lost colour in a worrying way.
Regulus scoffs but at least he doesn’t have James’ eyes on him anymore. “Why do you come here anyway? It only just arrived.” He has his suspicions of course, but it’s better to ignore them whenever it’s about this man.
“Well it’s my case.”
It’s his usual excuse and more than often he can’t stand the sight of the victims - which isn’t a bad thing as James is perfectly capable in his job, which doesn’t require him to check on Regulus and the bodies as he would be informed the second they have any informations about any of them.
“Yes I know, you brought her here.”
“It’s a woman?”
“Yes.” He doesn’t have much yet outside that it’s obviously human work by the state of it; someone definitely tried to make her disappear which always calls for a murder. “Why are you cluttering my space?” He asks with a pointed look at what he brought.
“Coffee, you like coffee.”
“I like caffeine,” he deadpans, isolating another part of the flesh to study it further.
“And I brought something to eat,” James adds with his cheer slowly coming back. He is staring at the documents rather than where Regulus is working. “Can’t let you work with an empty stomach.”
“Does this look like a place where I would eat?”
This time their eyes meet. It’s definitely not right that Regulus enjoys the squirm building up in James’ eyes but he finds it fascinating to see when it becomes too much for him to handle. People keep saying that he should cut him some slack since they are co-workers, or partners as Potter likes to say with a wink, but Regulus only agreed to help the investigations by looking at the corpses. He never thought this included a detective who likes to walk in to watch him work and throw up here and then.
“Oh right,” he whispers, horrified, and his eyes pause on the corpse before flying back to his presents. “Shit I didn’t thi-”
“I could eat,” Regulus says, smirking when Potter’s focus sharpens on him, just to watch him squirm. “But I can’t compromise the evidence with food or liquids around like that.”
He grimaces, glancing at the paper bag and him. “You could eat here? With— like right now? With the smell?”
“Really Potter, you’re the only one bothered. Just put this in my office,” he asks because he is going to plunge his hands any minute in the poor woman and James won’t handle the sight.
“Oh sure, I will wait for you there.”
“Potter.”
James beams at him. “Yes?”
“Would you mind dropping these to Pandora for her to analyse them?” He gestures to the part he has isolated for further study in separate containers.
It’s mostly flesh, bloody, and James is clearly disgusted by the idea. He warily glances at Regulus who keeps his face perfectly professional. James always tugs at his childishness, which is always a surprise, but the teasing is so easy and satisfying.
“The…”
“There is a piece of the stomach and parts that are unusual but I still have a lot to do here.” He gestures with his dirty gloves at the table where the corpse lay. “You do want to figure out what happened to her and who did it, right?”
James can’t stop the pained grimace but he nods and takes the paper bag between his teeth, takes the two coffee in one hand and awkwardly shuffles closer to accept the samples in the other one. He tries really hard to not look at what he is transporting but his nose wrinkles. Regulus pities him, though he is sure that James can handle this simple quest, so he rewards him with an almost smile. His warm eyes are stuck on him for far longer than necessary so he clears his throat and gestures at him to go.
Whatever James tries to say is muffled by the paper bag in his mouth, which he could have easily carried any other way, but he doesn’t try again and quickly walks out with a hand as far away from him as possible.
Regulus does not let his eyes fall on James’ ass but he can easily picture it. He shakes his head with a huff and hopes that the heat on his cheeks is only a feeling and not noticeable. James always leaves him with that feeling of not being quite conscious and everything hits him with the first breath once he is away from his aura. It’s not entirely unpleasant but he is relieved to be left alone.
He is still surprised that they are still working together. James, as benevolent and tenacious as he is, should have never ended up anywhere near Regulus’ world. Before taking cases of murders, he has only worked to find the missing persons which brought a missing child found dead, who has shown many signs of abuse and rape proved by Regulus’ work and thus dug up a nasty human trafficking. That’s how they crossed paths despite how James avoids the gruesome sights of death. He is a great detective from what Regulus has heard, and seen, which has only been proved every time they solved a case together.
Though James doesn’t appear to need a reason to drop by since he has been doing it for many months now. He has become used to the sight of skeletons and bones once they are cleaned but the rest still disgusts him and yet he always drops by Regulus’ lab. Thrice he threw up and only the last two times were aimed at a garbage can; it had been the early days and most people aren’t as comfortable with this environment as Regulus is.
There is nothing to fear from dead people.
It takes him longer than he thought to finish the first round of inspection on the dead woman and he sends more things for them to be analysed before finally going back to his office. James is up and ready, greeting him like usual, and explains that he kept the coffee heated up by using the small boiler in there. He mentions that the pastries are still great but are better to be eaten right away before the chocolate cools down.
Regulus is all about finding evidence, the history and identifying the dead persons and James can be of help sometimes but not often compared to his colleagues. Except that he likes to talk about the case and give all the details to Regulus. He does have helpful insights from time to time but more than often he lets James have the chance to talk. It’s a bit of a weird process when Regulus thinks about it but he also doesn’t quite want to change it. If James needs someone listening to him to help him think, there are a lot of people around for that. Regulus seems to be his favourite choice ever since they started to work together.
James’ jaw is very much appealing, far too much, and Regulus lets him ramble as he scrutinises the stubble that must have appeared overnight. It suits him terribly and Regulus wants to touch it. James, despite his awful eyesight without glasses, catches him staring at some point and asks him, with his ever-grin, what is on his mind. Regulus lies without a problem and decides it’s time to get back to work if he has shared everything about the case.
He smiles at Regulus as if he knows something more but he doesn’t wait on it since his cheeks are flushing and goes back to work. James is probably busy because he doesn’t come back at all during the day. Regulus gets a text from him with his thoughts on the suspects and about the results the lab’ sent him earlier. He only checks it at the end of the day as he finishes in his office.
James: I bet by tomorrow we will have the murderer arrested thanks to our brilliant and pretty genius.
Regulus scowls and turns his phone screen down to try to ignore the text. It lasts for a second before he reads it again with flaming cheeks and a scowl that does nothing to fight off the smile on his face.
Regulus: I sure hope you aren’t talking about me.
James: Do you know any other handsome genius around here?
Still think you’re pretty though
This man has no shame and shouldn’t be allowed anywhere Regulus’ space anymore. He might throw the next bone or flesh at him for that comment.
Regulus: I will make a deal with the murderer to get rid of you just for that comment
“Reggie, you got a gift,” Pandora sing-songs and laughs when he startles in his seat. “I bet it’s from the same person making you blush over texts.”
“I’m not blushing,” he huffs out and clears his throat as he tries to get his face to go back to its usual blankness. “What is it?”
She chuckles at his face and sits at the other side of his desk to hand him a small box covered in shiny wrapping paper. “Smells like chocolate. James is very romantic so I’m not surprised.”
Regulus eyes the box and shakes it a bit to guess by the rattle what might be inside it. It does smell like chocolate. “It doesn’t have to be him.”
“Reggie, you’re very dashing and many people look at you but not many are brave enough to talk to you and even less flirt. It has to be James— oh maybe now you can call him by his name like he has been begging you to do for the last months. It looks pretty expensive. Just like the other gifts you have been receiving.”
“I do not buy and send gifts to myself like Barty said,” he says because her voice edges into something silly and childish. Though it’s a bit strange that James, or whoever else, is sending them at his workplace rather than his home. If it was James then he would know his address.
It’s been perhaps two months since he has been regularly receiving gifts almost every week. They are all somewhat romantic and cliche - which could fit with James’ persona but Regulus is still weirded out that he never mentioned or signed them. A large bouquet of roses, bath products and expensive lotions, a poem, a mix-tape on a CD and even a watch somehow ended up for him. They are all expensive but it doesn’t quite charm him.
The poem and the mix-tape are more personal but even then Regulus doesn’t find anything interesting - he would honestly be surprised if they are from James but no one is perfect and their tastes are probably very different. All of his friends are convinced it’s from him and Regulus is conflicted at the idea. The expensive watch is left in its box as he doesn’t really like the feeling of something constricting his wrists and the lotions just smell wrong - James has commented on the vanilla scent on his hair before so he should know better to buy what Regulus prefers.
The box is only addressed to him: Regulus Black. There is no real hint to guess from who it might be. He hesitates to check his phone where James must have answered to him already because he apparently has nothing better to do in his life than text him.
“You can’t be sure. It’s anonymous which means it could be from anyone,” he says as he tears the wrapping paper off. “And we only work together so why should I call him by his name.”
“You call me by my name and we work together. Also Evan. And Barty. Even if he doesn’t really work here, he is always in Evan’s office or under his desk.”
“I don’t want to picture what’s going on in his office and even less where Barty hides,” he huffs with a disgusted noise. “And you’re special Pandora, that’s why.”
She blinks at him before beaming, leaning forward to watch him open the unmistakable box of chocolate. “More special than James Potter?”
“Obviously,” he replies easily and returns her smile before frowning at the sweets. “Wait, these are incredibly expensive and rare to get.”
“Really?” She peeks at the chocolates. “It does smell good.”
“They are from Switzerland.” He offers her the card describing the taste of all the different chocolates like it’s the best-sellers of poetry in French. “I only ate those when we travelled to France to visit family when I was young,” he explains. “They have only one shop in Paris and just to get a box you need to call at least three months before to have a small chance of getting one. It’s been years since I saw one of these.”
“So James went to France or Switzerland to buy these for you?” Pandora asks and picks one to eat it.
“I doubt it. He hasn’t been missing work since he started to bother me. Plus they don’t ship them, I know that because Sirius moaned about it for hours last year for his birthday.”
“They are so good!” She exclaims and works her mouth around the taste, hastily licking her lips with a look at the chocolates. “Which one is your favourite? Just so I don’t eat all of them.”
He distractedly points them out and lets her have her share before retrieving his phone. This gift must have cost a lot and the whole ordeal to even get them here must have been a pain in the ass. No one in their circle has travelled to France either and Regulus isn’t even sure that he told about these chocolates to other people outside of Sirius. There are memories better left forgotten.
He doesn’t open the unread message from James yet, playing with his phone as he tries to picture how he might have heard of them. There is still no proof that it’s from him but Regulus certainly hopes so. The last time he ate these chocolates comes back to his mind.
“Oh crap.”
Pandora looks up with one cheek full and licking one of her fingers. “What?”
“My parents.”
She frowns, straightening in her seat with no trace of previous joy or amusement. “Yes?”
“They used to let people write articles about me and Sirius when we were kids,” he recalls. “To show us off as the next brilliant minds of our generation because wealthy people have nothing better to do than cause jealousy and advertise their lives to others.”
“I remember. You were so cute as a child, always pouty and with a frown. Baby Black.”
He throws a small glare. “Well, I remember one Christmas they followed us all the time outside on our ‘family walks’, which of course has never been a real thing, and we went to this chocolate shop to pick a box. They asked me and Sirius if we liked them and why.”
Pandora frowns slightly. “And you think James found this article, bought these for you?”
“I sure hope he didn’t. These articles are awful and I don’t need him to know about my family.”
“Aw, he would still love you.”
Regulus flushes. “Shut it or you won't get any more chocolate.”
She snorts and hands one to him before eating another sweet. It’s still as great as he remembers but he finds himself more focused on his phone.
James: I’m sure even the murderer will agree with me though and I always fight for the truth
Are you mad?
I’m not mocking you, I promise
I won’t call you pretty again if you don’t want me to
Once we finish this case let me buy you dinner!
Anything you want
Really
Regulus shouldn’t enjoy getting so many texts like that. James obviously texts and thinks at the same time, always needing several texts when he could have fit everything in one. His toes curl in his shoes at the idea of dinner with him. It’s not the first time he has offered to buy Regulus dinner - or breakfast or lunch or a snack - and he agreed some rare times because it always leaves him reeling for the rest of the day. James has an effect over him that should be illegal.
“What is he saying?” Pandora playfully whispers.
He purses his lips and taps his finger on the phone as he thinks of an answer. “The usual.”
“Why aren’t you going out with him? Everyone here knows that you like him despite what you say. And I’m convinced that he knows it too.”
“He went out with Lily here before.”
“And? You had exes too. Lily and him are on good terms but just friends.”
“They almost got married and planned to have a child,” Regulus scoffs. “This is not just a random ex.”
“Are you jealous?”
He purses his lips. “No.”
For a time maybe he was. Regulus has known James before they started to work together because everyone likes Lily and talks about her and her fantastic fiance-to-be. There is no clue on why they never got engaged and only came back as friends. James had never come by this area of the laboratory but Regulus has spotted him picking up or dropping Lily off over the years. They were the perfect soulmates and he only allowed himself to trail his eyes over James here and there before focusing on his own life.
Somehow, they work together now and he seems to have taken a liking to pester Regulus one way or another - always flirting or trying to make him laugh which might be the same thing after all.
“You should give him a chance, Reggie. I have a good feeling about it. You would be so cute together.”
“If his taste in music is anything to go by then one of us will die before the third date.”
Pandora grimaces. “Ouch, the mix-tape was that bad?”
“If they are from him. The gifts are expensive but generic,” he explains. “He might have bought it from a random shop really.”
Regulus doesn’t have anything against cliches but outside of the chocolates, nothing is really pleasing him. Which is a bit surprising considering all the details James tries to get from him. He will never be more relieved that Sirius and James never crossed paths when either of them dropped by. They would probably hit off right away and Regulus’ intuition is rarely wrong. Plus Sirius would give all the embarrassing details about him to James without thinking twice.
“Maybe he doesn’t want to come off too strong?” She supposes. “The chocolates are great though, right? Maybe the next ones will be better.”
“Still, it doesn’t mean it’s Potter.”
“You need more faith.”
“You had enough chocolate,” he decides and closes the box despite her distressed gasp.
“Wha- Reggie! Come on, think about it. Why would he come see you in the lab’ all the time when there is more than often a dead body next to you.”
Regulus rolls his eyes but stays quiet. She wouldn’t listen to him either way. The possibility that James comes, despite how uncomfortable he is near the corpses, to just see him is one that already tingles his brain. Still, Potter never truly asked him out on a date; all of it could be out of friendliness. He turns back to his phone.
Regulus: Thoughts on chocolates?
James: Love it
Do you want some?
He squints at his phone but he isn’t really surprised by the answer. There's still no hints whether James is the one sending all these gifts and indulging in the fantasy can be dangerous.
Pandora doesn’t insist and walks out of his office and the building with him, sharing her thoughts on what they have found so far on the corpse. It’s messy and they don’t have much yet but it’s enough to distract him. He leaves James’ text on read and decides that he deserves a night where he stops thinking about feelings and whatnot.
When he is at home, he checks his phone and feels somewhat relieved that James didn’t send another text. Regulus never feels like he is quite on his feet when it comes to him - not quite without gravity but also not down on earth with a full control of himself.
Pandora almost finished the chocolates by herself and he is happy that someone enjoys it. The bad feeling probably comes from all his memories of his childhood, triggered by the sight of this brand. It could also be Pandora’s wishful thoughts about James and him that bums him out. Regulus picks a chocolate to eat and tries to ignore it.
Sirius has sent him a picture himself, clad with his endless leather jacket for good luck, to inform him that he has the hottest date ever tonight. Regulus snorts and opts to reply with a barfing face before taking his shower. He hopes it goes well for him because his brother has been mooning over this date forever. If it’s a disaster, Regulus might just book a trip to stay away from Sirius’ sobs and lament.
Just when he has finished his shower, he is surprised by his front door ringing. Regulus hasn’t ordered anything and he doubts that Sirius decided to drop by before his date. A series of knocks follow and he sighs at the insistence.
“Who is it?” He rolls his eyes and finishes putting on his dark green clothes for the night before walking toward his front door. “Hello?”
It would be crazy and he feels silly at the thought but could it be Potter? He hadn’t answered his last text and he wouldn’t be surprised that he truly believes that Regulus is mad at him and shows up with his favourite take-outs to soothe him like it had happened for long cases. The thought truly pleases him and he catches his reflection blushing on his way to the front door.
“It’s— I’m your neighbor, Mr. Melbourg.”
Regulus frowns in surprise before recalling him. He figures something is wrong and needs help and since he already answered, it would be rude to completely ignore him now.
It’s not he knows. He doesn’t have the time to ask or procede the stun gun plunged into his neck.
Regulus wakes up to the rain on his face. He is uncomfortable but he barely has the strength to blink his eyes open. Wherever he is lying is wet, uneven and the edges dig into him.
He can’t turn his head and his neck seems to burn. He hisses in pain when more drops of water fall on him. His eyes request a long time before offering any proper sight. The rain is scarce but the hole in the roof gives them all the chance to fall down on him.
“Shit,” he hisses out when a drop dives right into his left eye.
Another grunt of pain leaves him as he stubbornly raises a hand to cover his eyes. The wind rattles around him as he realises that he is adorned in a white shirt with long sleeves with dark smudges here and there. His fingers are also coated in a liquid. When the smell of blood catches up to him, Regulus realises that he is not at his apartment anymore.
He sits up as fast as he can despite the torture but he is shot with a wave of nausea and his body slips out of his grasp. His head thrums in pain as he forces himself to get on his elbows and slowly sits up. What he previously wore has been replaced by ivory clothes. The weak lamp near the hole of the roof swings with the wind without giving much light. Regulus can barely discern his whole body and that he is at the bottom in a large hole.
Something cracks beneath him when he tries to stand up. Regulus stares down at his bare feet, wet and cold, before he manages to focus on the decomposed body almost touching him. His breathing starts to panic.
No matter where he looks, there are only corpses. Regulus is sitting in a pit of death and he makes the mistake to look around him to finally realise what just cracked is a bone under him. He hastily tries to get on his feet despite the white noise overwhelming his thoughts.
Regulus stumbles and is too disoriented to make it far, falling back into the rotten meat acting as a floor. There is a small pool of blood, only coming back up where his weight is, but it clings to his skin and clothes. His eyes try to stay afloat but there doesn’t seem to be any exit out of this pit. Everything is cold and the tears clinging to his eyes is the only thing warming him up. He swallows and stands up as best as he can, shaking off the tingling going through his body.
They kidnapped him. Whoever showed up at his house dropped him here and yet he is alive. Everything else around him is dead, with or without flesh, and the blood appears to have been left there to pool. He can’t see what’s underneath it - if the ground is bleeding out from the quantity or they are in something akin to a pool. The walls of the hole are made of dirt. Regulus’ fingers might be able to reach out of it but he doubts that he could hold on to something to drag himself up. His throat is still burning and he cautiously pats it to feel where he was stunned. It’s painful and he is still groggy despite the shot of fear and adrenaline keeping him awake.
It’s worrying that he is still alive. He hopes that his kidnapper isn’t some psychopath eager to watch people become crazy at the bottom of this hole and beg for food and water. No one else is wearing clothes beside him except for two skeletons also dressed in white fancy clothes.
They are laying next to each other with their hands put together. Compared to the other corpses, they are perfectly clean if not shiny, but what catches his attention are the jewelleries and especially one of the rings.
It’s uncomfortable to walk but he rushes to get closer, navigating through the loose bones and flesh, falling on his knees and grunting in pain until he gets closer. With a trembling hand, he grabs the limb of the skeleton in the stark bleached tuxedo to be sure that he isn’t hallucinating. The ring is with no doubt the old relic of the Black’s family. Sirius could have inherited it but refused, just like Regulus did.
“Father?” He whispers, letting go of the hand to look closer at the brooch resting on his chest; exactly what his father used to wear, just like the cufflinks.
What he assumes is his mother has her dedicated necklace and her earrings stapled into the skull. Regulus stays quiet in stupor before noticing that he had been placed beneath and between them, laying in the same way, and he has an uncomfortable feeling about the numerous other corpses under him without any clothes or distinction.
It can’t be their parents. He is sure of that. Sirius and he refused to get them buried, not after they finally escaped them, and just like for their father who died years before their mother - they cremated them and flushed down the toilet.
“They never respected us alive so why should we?” Sirius had said without any kindness as he shook their urns empty.
Regulus’ hand had rested on the flush button, waiting for him to finish. “Because we are better than them?” He had replied, not requesting for a real answer.
Their eyes had met and the last wash of the urn was thrown in the toilet. “Not tonight,” Sirius had declared and Regulus triggered the flush.
It’s not their real corpses but the jewellery can not be random. Whoever prepared them, obviously caring, knew what they were doing with every detail down. Regulus is also dressed in white just like them and it pushes him to quickly distance himself. Whose skeletons are these? They obviously dressed them up as Orion and Walburga Black and it must have cost a fortune to get their hands on these relics. He wouldn’t have known himself how to retrieve them and as their son it would have been probably easy.
He manages to reach a wall, grimacing at the bones breaking painfully under his bare feet with the blood slithering up. The lamp above him is no help so he tries his best by feeling up the dirt and rocks for any escape. It takes him three tries to find the right footing to stretch himself as much as he can and dabble with a hand the surface next to the hole. It’s rough polished stone, nothing he can grab on to, and he can’t see anything standing on any side of the edges.
Amongst the corpses, he doubts he can find anything useful. He could take the clothes off his false parents to tie them together but he doesn’t see what use it would be. The rain continues to peacefully fall through the gape of the roof.
His kidnapper obviously had to come down this hole at some point. The impostors had been cautiously placed, hands together, and Regulus has a suspicion that they clean the bones and polish them just by the look and feeling of it. They must use a ladder but it couldn’t be placed in a safe way with how uneven the floor is thanks to all the water, blood, bones and guts.
Regulus toddles his way through the hole, wishing to find any spot where his footing isn’t wobbly. There is no other sound outside from the cracks, splotches and the rain. He hopes it’s a good sign that this psychopath isn’t around.
Why is he alive? The stun gun could have been a knife and even here, he could have easily been slaughtered and thrown into the pit with the rest of them. He doesn’t hope that his kidnapper assumed that he was dead - it would have been easy to check. The clothes are starting to cling to him and he feels sick at the realisation that he has been changed unconscious. Nothing hurts thankfully but the lack of underwear doesn’t help his imagination.
A rock stands out. It barely is noticeable but Regulus is sticking to the wall to help his walk and so can see that it sticks out. He tries to move it with no result, hopefully a sign that it’s larger than it looks. It’s not far off the ground, meaning he could try to put a foot on it to gain some height, but there isn’t enough surface to have a clear handle.
He takes a deep breath, feeling his teeth rattle and the nausea climbing up to him. His fingers shake but they dig into the dirt. A large part of the wall might fall down if he disrupts it too much. There is no hint on whether it’s unstable but it feels solid to his hands. With no other exit, he tries his luck there by clearing as much space above the rock for him to hopefully use it as a hooking point. If the whole structure crashes down on him then he might have the chance to die right away.
It hurts as he becomes more desperate. Nothing down here can attack him - they are all dead already but he hurries. Anything that comes from above might be dangerous and he really doesn’t want to stick around for that. He has been at home all alone, with no plans with anyone, and Sirius is busy on a date which means that if he gets lucky then he will only contact him in the afternoon tomorrow.
Maybe it’s already been a day or two since Regulus laid down amongst the dead but the rain has started on his way home, which could mean he isn’t far from the city and it might not have been long since his kidnapper got him.
His fingers ache from the cold and the effort but has cleared enough to have a somewhat footstool. Regulus looks up at the rain with a faint wish. The relief and joy plummets with him at his first try. He falls nastily and a bone digs into his hip like a rough knife. Thankfully it hasn’t truly stabbed him but the pain is there.
His feet are wet with blood and he stands up miserably before tearing one of the sleeves of his shirt to dry one as much as he can. He can’t stay long on it, the stone is still small and slightly leaning toward the hole, so he only takes a peek to see if someone is around before heaving himself painfully out of the pit.
Nothing is grimy and wet but the odour is still clinging onto him. He heaves out in relief and quickly takes a proper look around. It’s a small church, abandoned by the look of it. There is electricity though by the look of the few lamps. A ladder is not far against a row of seats on the ground.
No sound reaches him and Regulus tries to take it as a good omen. The lack of city noise worries him though. There aren’t many churches abandoned in the city either way so it must be outside of it. He cautiously makes his way, trying to not breathe too loud.
The front doors are sealed, no matter how much he pushes or pulls. All the windows are tall but he could break one of them by throwing something and climbing with the ladder or a seat. Still, he has no idea where he is and there is a chance that the psychopath is around. His body has shaken off all the grogginess and the tingling due to the stun gun but it’s enough to subdue all the pain. One single door is on the left of the church and it’s only thanks to the lack of noise that he makes his way toward it. His bare footstep would have probably been heard by now if someone else was in here but perhaps the rain and wind covered him his track.
He waits at the other side of the door, lips pursed and breathing as silently as possible, before trying his luck. No one else is here but a large altar faces him.
“There is a creep who tried to talk to me,” Sirius had said, almost two months ago. “Some pervert asked me to sign one of our interviews from when we were 12 or 13, looking like a complete nut. I’m sure I saw him staring at me from the other side of the street after that but he ran too fast for me to beat him up. Just be careful in case he is one of these wankers still believing in the Old Black Family bullshit.”
Regulus obviously found him. Or the other way around. The altar is mostly dedicated to Sirius and him, with pictures from their childhood printed in magazines, cut and enlarged, and more recent one - Regulus going to work, eating dinner with Sirius, grocery shopping. Same goes for Sirius. There are parts of the interviews too with words high-lightened amongst the candles, Latin words carved into real bones and an obvious bowl of blood which smells to be used as paint.
There are two small notebooks brimming with pages; one dedicated to him and the other to Sirius by the placement beside their larger recent picture. He opens his and finds a summary of him with cut-outs of clothes, items, jewelries and events like the movie or the opera in it.
All the gifts he has received have obviously come from him. He exhales through his nose to not throw up.
Sirius hasn’t mentioned any gifts but then he might have scared him off enough to not even try on him. Regulus doesn’t remember any creep and he doubts he has missed it so perhaps he has changed his method with him. He has been stupid enough to believe Pandora and her theory that it’s James who tried to charm his way in. Of course he has a bloody creep after him.
He closes the notebook. There are pictures of their whole family on the altar too, even some he can’t recognize. This person is definitely one of these people who would have blindly followed their parents. Their family created an empire of fortune but they also cultivated a fanaticism around them, akin to a religion, and their parents used all of it to expand their control. Be it their habits, wishes and everything else that made people look at them like some kind of meshias. Sirius nor him actually need to work and when Regulus went to college they tried to offer everything to him with the same thought that he is some kind of idol.
This could explain why this mad man made corpses to look like Walburga and Orion. It could be their grandparents’ skeletons since their parents’ remains are none. The amount of corpses in the pit, some fresh by the amount of flesh, blood and the smell, and all the blood used up as some kind of decorations– this is nothing more than a bloody ritual that their parents would have come up with to see people hurt themselves for their pretty eyes.
He takes the rest of the room in. There is a simple bed and a table with a chair but nothing that he could use as a weapon. The light is better here and he sees his face in a stark white plate from the table.
His face has been painted on with blood. It has already dried and the feel of it comes to him with a vicious vertigo. There is a big smile engraved with the blood across his lips and cheeks. His eyes are circled and a sort of crown is drawn on his forehead.
Regulus needs to get out of here. There aren't any knives or guns, anything that could help him to get out or defend himself. Almost tempted to trash the room and the altar, he doesn’t need to because he finally finds a phone under the pile of old magazines.
His brain needs one second too long to remember any phone number. James would come right away and he is used to answering the phone in the middle of the night with his work. But the psychopath might have gone after Sirius. The altar is as decorated for him as for his brother which definitely means he wants him too. Sirius has seen the face of this mad man so he will know right away who to look for. His heart hammers and the phone rings in his shaky hand.
“Reggie, you better not cockblock me or-”
“Help me,” he sobs out with no shame.
He tries to breathe in and out to stop the cries but they are too strong.
“What?!” Sirius shouts and his voice becomes clearer. “Reggie, where are you?”
“I don’t know. This- the creep. He kidnapped me,” he gasps. “He is insane– there is-”
His brother screams and swears but the phone doesn’t catch everything with the ruckus going on behind him.
“This bloody pervert! Are you okay? Is he there?”
Regulus sniffs and leans away from the phone to try to hear something. “I don’t know. I’m– it’s a small church I think.”
“Okay, okay, Reggie keep breathing, alright?” He says but he is the one sounding more panicked and breathless. “I will come get you. I can find you. Is it a cellphone?”
“No,” he croaks out and manages to take a proper breath at the promise that he is coming for him. “I can try to get out by one of the windows.”
“You get out of there,” Sirius orders. “I will come get you, just run and I will fi-”
A shot echoes through the church. Regulus cries in pain and falls when his leg slumps once the bullet pierces through it. His ears ring and he barely finds the strength to open his eyes before his face is grabbed. He looks up at the wide smile.
“I should have known you’re smart,” the man purrs.
The phone is dead silent, swaying from its cord. He fights the grip the best he can but his leg ache and tugs at his nerves. His fingers scratch what it can but he only seems to get more pleasure out of his struggle.
“Let go of me!” Regulus barks out and gags when a hand grabs him by his throat.
“Shush, I don’t want to hurt you,” he mourns with a tender look clashing with the crazy shake of his eyes. “I’m sorry for your leg but I will take good care of you. You surprised me that’s all.”
He hauls him up but with the lack of air and the pain, Regulus can’t find his footing. His hands scramble to find some support. The grip lessens a bit but the pressure is still killing him.
“No worries, doll. I can replace your leg if we can’t save it.”
The man isn't taller or larger but he is easily in control despite the trashing Regulus tries as he is dragged out of the room. A hand digs into his hip and a nose dips into his hair to take a loud sniff. Regulus makes the mistake to use his bleeding leg to fight and the pain subdues him rather quickly. His head is starting to spin but he tries to ground himself by grinding his teeth together.
“Have you called your brother?” He asks and shuffles through the church where a bag sits on a seat. “I would have brought him here too but he was with this man— a nobody, impure and stupid.”
“What do you want?” Regulus hisses.
The pit is right beside them and Regulus fears that he is going to be thrown in there - with his wound, he won’t manage to get out. A knife isn’t far, next to the bag, and the man had slipped his gun back in his pants’ pocket. He doesn’t have the time to try to get it. His hands are pulled together within one, and he tries to kick but nothing slows him down as the psychopath ties his hands together with a plastic handcuff. It digs into his skin more than necessary and the man frowns at it.
“Does it hurt?”
“This bullet bloody hurts,” he snaps.
The man doesn’t get mad but squints at Regulus’ face. He purses his lips to not spit in his face. With how clearly unstable he is, Regulus can’t afford to make him mad. Sirius will save him without any doubt so he needs to stay alive until he gets there. His leg is bleeding and he doubts he has enough strength to run and even less outrun him.
“You shouldn’t speak like that. It’s bad manners, probably because of your brother,” he complains with a distressed look as he grabs his face. Regulus tries to shake it off. “Your brother has a big mouth, full of sins and depravity, but I will cure him. As long as he gets to eat in another way, he won’t need his mouth again. I will sew it shut until he behaves.”
Regulus’ eyes widen as the panic smothers him at his words. The man must have taken his steeliness as a good sign because he coes.
“But you’re my favourite Regulus. You have always been. I will love you now and forever. We can be a big family too. I know you’ve been missing your parents but we can bring them back. I have everything ready for it.” He tilts Regulus’ face, roughly stroking his cheeks before frowning. “You have lost your smile.”
Regulus tries to count his breathing to not completely lose it. Maybe he shouldn’t have contacted Sirius - his call doesn’t seem to worry the mad man. He has a gun. Sirius doesn’t. His brother is brazen and probably won’t think twice before coming here once he tracks the phone. He could do that blind, fingers flying over any laptop, but he will get caught and even he isn’t stupid enough to go against a gun. If he is ready to do some weird ritual to bring back their parents then he probably won’t hesitate to kill Sirius with the stupid hope to bring him back after.
Two fingers probe at him and he needs a second before realising that his lips are painted on. One of the man’s palms is cut open, bleeding, and he dips his fingers back in there before spreading it over Regulus’ face.
“Even as a child you never smiled,” he whispers, staring at him with half-lidded eyes. “I kept wondering— how would you look with one? You’re just so pretty, doll.”
It’s a kick in the gut and Regulus opts to return the favour as hard as he can. The adrenaline crams within him but he doesn’t care anymore. Breathing is not important when this psychopath has dressed him up like some kind of virgin and calls him doll. He doesn’t know where he is going with that but he immediately reaches out for the knife while the man wheezes and coughs with his hands around his throat. Regulus’ leg tugs at his nerves and he misses his chance at grabbing the knife by the sudden stumble.
He stops thinking and shouts when he is grabbed by his hair. With his thrashing and kicking, smashing with his tied hands, he manages to make the man fall along with him but he is still more clear-minded and quickly crushes Regulus to the ground.
“Why are you fighting back?! I’m giving you everything!” He screams and starts crying to Regulus’ despair. “I’m taking care of you! Didn’t you like my gifts?!”
“Let me go,” he seethes and tries to push him away. He is flipped on his back and the man sits on him, right in a spot that makes his leg bleed out worse. “Get off of me!”
“If you could look at you, you would understand,” he declares. “You must be hungry.”
Regulus’s eyes widen at the bleeding palm hovering over his mouth. He painfully purses his lips at the drops and punches him with his tangled hands, trying to hold him back. The pervert fights back, managing to stick his palm against his mouth but Regulus keeps his lips shut despite the pressure and the smell of the blood.
“We are made for each other love, you will get better if y-”
He throws his head forward as hard as he can. “Shit,” he groans out in pain as he feels the pain ricocheting through his skull.
By the moans and how the man fell, he definitely broke his nose, stumbling off Regulus to cradle his face. His leg aches too much and his stomach is ready to hurl but he pushes himself to stay focused. He notices how one hand full of blood drifts toward his gun. Putting all his strength into his good leg, he rams into the mad man as hard as he can to make him let go of it.
It’s enough to make the man tip over the edge of the pit but he grabs onto Regulus’ shirt, bringing him down too. He tries to save himself but his hands are tied with nothing to hold on and his wounded leg has finally given out.
They land on the numerous corpses, grunting in pain at the bones as the blood gushes out. The gun flew out of his hand but Regulus can’t spot where it is in his haste and his focus quickly comes back to the man rising and reaching out for him with a cry of fury.
Regulus is pushed down on his back, crying in pain at the bones digging into him, and hands fall on his throat. He wheezes at the pain as his hand scrambles for something, anything, that could get him out of this. His grip lands on something, stuck, and Regulus jerks it as hard as he can into the madman’s head.
The rain reaches out like an odd balm. This time it’s not blood like the one that fell from the psychopath when the loose rib stabbed through his throat. Some got into his eyes and ever since then he kept them closed.
The fresh water trickling down his face doesn’t soothe. Regulus considers that he is dead as he can’t feel anything outside from the crushing pressure on him. He is close to drowning and his ears are gasping around the icy liquid.
His eyes open to find the hole in the roof when he hears the regular bangs. He tries to get rid of the dead weight on him when a louder smash rattle throughout the church. His body shakes at the effort but can’t manage to get off the fresh death of him. It feels like he is floating and the blood fills him. The wound in his leg is definitely getting infected.
The familiar rumble of a motorcycle breaks him of his daze and Regulus takes a deep breath. It can only be one person.
“Sirius!” He shouts as loud as he can.
“Regulus!”
Regulus blinks up, surprised, before finally noticing James standing above him.
“James?”
“Oh God,” he blurts out, eyes wide and still on Regulus while the rest of him is completely dishevelled. “Reg’!” He doesn’t seem to realise what is in the pit because he jumps in it. Regulus watches him rush to him with no care for everything else. “Shit, are you alright?!”
His eyes burn but he tries to not cry. “I’m fine,” he croaks out.
James pushes the dead body off of him and falls to his knees to have a closer look at him. He cautiously cradles his face with his hands, eyes looking ready to cry.
“Are you hurt anywhere? Bloody hell, did he do something?”
There are more noises rising around them, one voice screams sounding awfully like Sirius, and Regulus catches some lights travelling above them. He is definitely losing consciousness.
“He shot me in the leg,” he articulates and James immediately looks at it but it’s probably drenched in blood and offers no view. “Just get me out of here please.”
“Of course, Reggie,” he stutters with a forced smile. “Just stay with me, alright? Please.” James shakes but hugs him firmly against his chest as he tries to adjust his grip on him.
It’s comforting and despite hearing him loud and clear, Regulus can’t help but let himself go. He hisses in pain and James immediately tries to move him another way. They barely move before something else falls down in the pit.
“Stop him!”
“Hey!”
Regulus jerks at Sirius’ voice and the ruckus above them. James holds Regulus up until Sirius punches him, leaving him with no support.
“Sirius!” He shouts the best he can as Sirius and James start to wrestle. “Sirius, stop! It’s not him!”
Sirius swirls to take a look at Regulus, fist tight and raised, with one of James’ hands almost in his eye. Regulus gestures at the man James pushed off of him and he finally relaxes his stance.
“Holy shit Reggie,” he gasps out, letting go of James who is relieved and quickly sits up with a hand touching his left eye, as he jumps on him to crush him in a hug.
“You’re hurting me, you moron,” he groans out but lets his head fall on his shoulder, feeling the leather jacket.
“We’re fine!” James exclaims, hastily retrieving his glasses to clean them up, to the several people around the pit. One flashlight drifts over all of them and Regulus is shocked to see his left eye red and starting to swell.
“Are you alright?” Sirius asks, close to crying by how wobbly his tone is and it starts to get to Regulus. “What did this creep do? What’s that on your face?”
“Probably his blood that he painted on me— shit Sirius,” he hisses when he starts to rub at it. “Just get me out of here before my leg gets more infected.”
“Holy shit, what the bloody hell is this?!” He shrieks when he finally takes in where they are.
James hurries to them when Sirius tries to stand up and carry Regulus, swooping in to also 
take a hold of him. He tries to not blush because it’s almost a bridal carry if Sirius ever lets go of him. The three of them are drenched in blood, which Sirius has yet to realise because he will surely scream about the state of his clothes and his precious leather jacket the second his brain wears off the adrenaline. Regulus finds himself coming down from his ups and downs rather quickly, head falling against a shoulder.
“Sorry about your eye, by the way,” Sirius says, “thought you were the pervert.”
James laughs, chest rumbling against Regulus, even if his left eye stays mostly closed after each blink. “It’s fine. To be fair, I wouldn’t have asked either.”
“Get me out,” Regulus mutters, eyes closed, as all his effort is put in his snapping tone.
“You should have told him that the whole dressing up as a virgin is too late for you Reggie,” Sirius teases.
“This psychopath actually told me you’re a bad influence on me,” he snipes back.
“Careful down here! We are bringing the ladder!”
He is a bit jostled and someone walks through the pit because of the noise. With a last burst of strength, Regulus opens his eyes to realise James is carrying him by himself and is watching Sirius walk toward the psychopath with the bone sticking out of his neck. His brother does what Regulus can’t, kicking him right in the head before turning him on his back with his foot and stepping with all his weight on his dick. It clearly doesn’t satisfy him and Regulus hopes that he doesn’t see the altar dedicated to them. Sirius’ attention is quickly moved away from his vengeance to the sight of the two skeletons dressed in white.
“Alright there?” James whispers, nose brushing against Regulus’ temple as a clumsy hand tries to keep his hold and reaches out to softly wipe his cheek.
He can’t swallow down the tears at the relief and the warmth. His leg feels dead but he ignores it to let his head snuggle against James’ wide chest.
“I’m fine… How did you find me?”
“Er, well I dropped by your place. And you weren’t there but your car was still in the parking lot. Your phone, keys and everything were still in there, but I only came in after calling Pandora who told me where you hid your spare key” he hastily explains and clears his throat. “I figured something happened to you so I tried all your friends. Your brother’s, er, boyfriend? I think. He called the police to tell them that you were kidnapped and that your brother apparently had an idea of where you were.”
“I called him,” he slurs as he feels his eyes dropping. “Why… did you stop by mine?”
James snorts and cautiously tightens his grip. “Couldn’t figure out if you were really mad at me. I wanted to drop by some chocolate since you mentioned- ”
“Forget about that.” Regulus really wishes he had the strength to hug back. “Ja-”
“Reggie,” Sirius cuts, his voice odd enough for him to actually pay attention. “Is this really what I think it is?”
James turns a bit for them to have a better view of his brother staring down at the dressed up skeletons. Regulus clears his throat and feels James’ fingers brushing over his neck.
“Dressed like our parents, yes,” he manages to say. “Talked about being a family, bringing them back.”
Sirius gags, hurrying back to them. “Where is this fucking ladder?!” He screams and tries to retrieve Regulus in his arms.
“Hey careful-”
“Get us out of here!” Sirius barks over James’ complain. “Who the fuck are you anyway?”
“Shut up,” Regulus hisses before he can’t reply.
His brother is definitely going to stick to his side for weeks. One of them is definitely going to die because Regulus won’t survive his pampering and over-protectiveness.
“Sirius. Calm down for God’s sake.”
James thankfully still has a hold on Regulus because Sirius spins on his spot to look above them at the disapproving face, slightly sick though, but the sight around him clearly makes him sick.
“Remus?! What are-”
“Did you really think I would just forget you telling me that a psycho got your brother as you tried to put back your pants on?” Remus scoffs, side-stepping when two people rush to the edge with a step-ladder. “I called the cops but I figured you might do something crazy.”
“He punched me.”
“Shut up,” Sirius hisses at James.
“I saw. You’re the second one he punched,” Remus dryly comments.
“Just get me out of here please.”
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when I used to do arnis (filipino stick fighting/martial arts, which has a handful of different names, but that’s what the group I practiced with called it) we practiced chokeholds and I, understandably, was kind of freaked out about the idea of being choked even though I understood it wasn’t real.
we were doing triangle chokes. to clarify how that works, you’d be facing someone (we’d usually run through some brief drill before this to simulate a “fight” that someone would “lose” and end up positioned for the chokehold) with their throat pressed to your bicep and your stick against the left side of their neck, resting against your own shoulder, to keep them in place. your stick and arm together would make a triangle shape with someone’s head in the center---that’s where the name comes from---and you’d press in against the side of their neck, not directly on the front of the throat but to one of the soft, fleshy sides on either side of the neck to restrict blood flow. (and, fun fact, not all chokeholds work by targeting the airway! some, like triangle chokes, affect circulation)
so we pair off to practice and I’m with this dude I’ll call andrew, a mild-mannered older man, and he walks me through it. I tell him I’m nervous, and he explains that I can tap out, (which is common practice for martial arts, and means exactly what it sounds like--you tap your partner to signal that they stop. I had done this before for exercises related to joint locks and takedowns, so I was already familiar with the concept, though I was never nervous for those) whenever I feel like.
anyway, I’m still skittish, but I’ve known andrew for like a year at this point and know he’s a responsible guy to partner with for drills, so whatever. we’re doing this. we get into position. he’s got me in the crook of his arm, and he starts to press down very, very slowly. now, if you’ve never been put in a triangle choke, I’ll tell you that it feels like there’s pressure building up in your face, inside your head---or at least that’s how I remember it feeling now, years after last doing it, so take that with a grain of salt if you want. anyway, I let that feeling of pressure build a little, and then tap his arm twice, solidly. and he lets me go on the spot. 
we do that a few more times. he catches me, gradually increases the pressure on my neck, and whenever I feel like I’ve hit this natural threshold of discomfort I tap out and he releases me instantly. at some point, I think, oh, he’ll stop whenever I tell him to, and it was oddly empowering.
like, I know it sounds weird to say, but I was what, sixteen at the time? and like most kids I had never gotten much of a say in what happened to me or my body---you can’t dress too boyish, it’s rude and improper, (even if I just wanted to wear what cis boys would in that same situation), you can’t refuse physical affection in polite company, even if it’s from people you despise---it was novel to me to be able to give my no and have it respected instantly and without question.
andrew’s turn to practice ends, and mine starts. I put him in the chokehold and he corrects my stance so I do it properly, and I start to actually choke the guy. now, if letting someone practice their chokehold on you is nerve-wracking so is being the one to do the choke, in an equal and opposite way---I did martial arts for years, and I never got entirely comfortable with hitting another person with force, even though they always consented to it! fuck, I do taekwondo now (sort of, I’m bad about actually showing up), and I’m still hesitant to strike up until my partner pretty much up and tells me to go for it already. 
anyway, I’m a bit shy about this whole choking business, so I go in slow as a snail (to be fair, you’re always supposed to go slow for safety reasons during any chokeholds or joint locks or takedowns, but I’m going extra slow), pressing into the side of andrew’s throat with my stick, and after several moments he taps my shoulder once, firmly, and I break the triangle to let him out. 
we do this until my turn to practice the chokehold is over, and then the guy who runs the class stops everybody to tell us to break up and find new partners to practice with, and I make a beeline for one of my favorite partners, one of the few other women in the class, and one of only two female black belts, which left her as one of my only options for a role model. I’ll call her edith! edith was blunt, funny, a no-nonsense teacher, and I thought she was the coolest. 
edith had been practicing there for fifteen years and, unlike andrew, who was a straightforward, no-surprises kind of guy, would mess with you. she’d sometimes break out of the routine of the drill we were supposed to be doing to try something else she knew---because she’d been practicing arnis for about as long as I’d been alive at the time, and blindside me. I remember once we were doing this drill, a fast-paced one, swaying around the room, our sticks clashing loudly, and she snaked her stick around my arm to catch my elbow and pull me in, twist my arm behind my back, and tease me. she said I was stiff and predictable, which was embarrassing advice to get, but also hard to be upset about when the whole situation was fun for me. 
anyway. I went over to her immediately so she could choke me next
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The new Taskmaster episode aired last night, but I’m glad I saved it until now. I coached a practice last night, which was nerve-wracking because I’ve only just gotten back into that after not being used to it anymore, and then this morning I had a co-op interview for which I did a lot of studying that turned out to be almost all useless for answering the questions I actually got. Then I spent all day today at my parents’ place helping them sort stuff out in their house and it turned into a big family dinner with people whom I love but it ended up being far more social interaction than I’d bargained for today. When I was stressed about those things, I told myself that once I got through it I could get back to my nice comfortable house, settle in, and have have the shiny new Taskmaster episode! It makes for an excellent treat.
I’m really looking forward to this episode. The previous episode made me want to apologize to everyone involved in this season for having somewhat lower expectations of it, due to not knowing the contestants as well as I did going into season 12. It was one of the best season premieres I’ve ever seen, coming right out of the gate with strong personalities and good chemistry and a mix of approaches to the tasks and just everything. I can’t wait to get into this season.
Thoughts on Taskmaster s13e02, written as I watch it:
- I immediately have an issue with Bridget Christie’s prize, and it’s that the prize is supposed to be the object. A digital movie isn’t an object, the physical DVD is. I don’t think an alien would be interested in a rectangle that says “ET” on it. But maybe I’m just pedantic.
- Did Sophie intentionally wear her hair like that for this episode so it would match her picture in the prize task? Because if so, I approve. I was just thinking it’s too bad she’s decided to forgo her usual flamboyant earrings, but doing your hair to match your prize is an impressive bit of extra effort.
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- Sophie’s portrait has a fairly tenuous connection to the requirements of this prize task, and I’m pretty sure she just wanted to show that off and this was the prize for which she could best justify doing so. Again, I approve. It’s a very cool picture that deserves to be shown.
- Honest question: Is Judi Love calling a Rubik's Cube a “ruby-cube-y” a British thing, or just a Judi Love thing? Because she did defensively say “that’s what I call it”, suggesting it’s not a common term, but it also wasn’t treated as that out of the ordinary. After hearing that Britain has a lot of grown adults who say “keepie-uppies” like it’s a completely normal sports term, I no longer know what is and isn’t an expected part of British dialects.
- Jesus. I’m really glad that after Chris Ramsey said that incomprehensible rambling to Alex (I think his primary point was that Alex wasn’t impressed by the lawnmower to begin with and therefore shouldn’t get an opinion on his prize), Greg said “he’s gone too Geordie for me”. Because normally, I take a small (really very small, I realize this isn’t actual impressive) amount of pride whenever I read or hear someone claim that a particular British or Irish accent is hard to understand. I’ve never had that problem. When I was young my dad used to play Billy Connolly CDs in the car and my brother would complain that he didn’t understand the words, but I understood them no problem. I keep subtitles on when I watch Derry Girls just because I always have them on if they’re available, but my mom once saw me watching that show with subtitles and said of course I had those on, they’re so hard to understand otherwise. I never had that issue. I sometimes have problems differentiating among different types of accents, a lot of accents that sound distinct to people who know them well sound very similar to me, and it takes time for me to hear the difference. But that works in my favour, in terms of understanding the words that are said. If I understand one British accent, and have trouble hearing that other accents are unlike that one, then they all sound equally understandable to me.
Having said that. Having said all that. I did not understand a word when Chris Ramsey starting talking fast and going off on Alex. I was pleased to hear Greg also express confusion, so I know that’s not just me being an ignorant North American who can’t understand a Geordie accent, it’s Chris Ramsey speaking too fast to make any sense.
- I enjoy the different conceptualizations of what the aliens are in the approaches to this task. Bridget seems to see them as potential friends, so she brings a movie that will make them laugh. Sophie assumes they’ll be a threat to humanity, so she brings something to confuse and distract them. Judi goes the opposite way to Sophie, seeing them as her subordinates rather as someone who could subjugate us if we’re not careful; she wants them to do tricks as a way to prove their intelligence to her and then serve her as their queen. Chris sees their potential to advance humanity’s technology, as if they’re more advanced than us they can help us, so he wants to give them a lawnmower and see if they’ll improve him. Ardal wants to see if we as humans can advance their condition, by sharing with them the wisdom that can come with self-awareness.
I feel like there’s probably some way to psychologically analyze all the contestants based on the way they imagine they’d relate to aliens, but I’m not sure what it means.
- I finished the prize task but it was bothering me that I still could not tell what Chris Ramsey had said when he went “too Geordie” so I cut out the clip so I could play it again more easily. I’m going with: “Well we don’t know, it’s all hypothetical, I mean, I, I’m looking at you, Alex. You didn’t even like the bit at the beginning. [a couple of incomprehensible words] We don’t know anything about these aliens.” Can anyone else fill this in?
- So is the first pre-recorded task an homage to Joe Wilkinson the same way the “sit on a cake” task in season 12 was an homage to Liza Tarbuck? It seems to me that the point of this task is to accomplish something pretty simple (it’s even something similar to the simple goal of the famous Wilkinson task, throwing something at something else), while trying not to pull a Wilkinson despite being unable to see the line.
I feel like the obvious loophole is to move the rope, but probably an easier loophole to exploit would be that the task says they can’t “step” beyond the rope. That doesn’t preclude crawling or anything else. I’d probably do that, rather than try to pick up the rope and risk stepping over some other part of it while blindfolded. This could bring in an homage to another early-season task; they could get Paul Chowdhry to come in and adjudicate on what is or isn’t a step.
- I’d tell Alex to fuck off about spinning around ten times. It doesn’t say it on the task, it’s not a requirement. I will take this to the International Taskmaster Board of Appeal if he tries to enforce expectations that are not explicitly laid out in the rules. I guess technically the rules say Alex starts the task with a thumbs up and don’t stop him from adding stipulations to that. But also, the rules don’t say I can’t grab him and physically put his thumb up for being so annoying about it. Social distancing is over, we can do what we like now.
- They’re starting this task, which is a fairly classic Taskmaster task (do one of two pointless but specific physical things with silly obstacles to hamper you - I’m  not sure if that’s classic in the sense of “the sort of thing that happened in the first few seasons”, but it is classic in the sense of “standard, by now”), and has several potential loopholes in its rules, with Bridget, Ardal, and Judi. Leaving the two people whom Ed Gamble has told us are very competitive and determined to win Taskmaster, Sophie and Chris, for last. I hope this means we get them getting really into it and trying to play with the rules to win.
- I think my favourite thing about Bridget is how she interacts with Alex. There’s something a bit Aisling Bea about it, but harsher and maybe less sure of herself. A bit Morgana? Just getting annoyed with him for everything that happens.
- I do not understand how Bridget managed to wander so far away, but it’s very funny.
- Ardal deciding to shut up and listen for the flapping is pretty smart. Last week I kept saying I think he’s like a combination of Alan Davies and David Baddiel, but I’ve thought about it a bit more, and based on his performances in the first episode and so far in the second episode, I think I wasn’t going back far enough to find a comparison for him. Pragmatic, old and well established enough to not be desperate to win but still tries to do well, vaguely pessimistic but not over the top about it, surprisingly catty at the other contestants in the studio, confident in his own abilities when it’s warranted but also willing to dryly acknowledge when he doesn’t have an answer for a task, mostly unfazed by the weird things that get thrown at him - he’s not any of the recent old white guy contestants. He’s the original old white guy contestant. He’s Frank Skinner.
- Judi fumbling for a rope before she remembers the ping-pong ball in her hand is also very funny. This is such a mentally and physically disorientating task that she forgot what was in her hand.
- Oh shit! Those two didn’t get left for last because they cleverly subverted the rules! They just both got it right away without needing loopholes. I thought this task would create a new Joe Wilkinson moment, but instead it created a new Russell Howard moment, from the time he hit the cricket thing on his first try with a little ball and then walked away like he was the coolest fucking person in the world.
Is “Do not pan down. I might have an erection,” the new “Call me when I’m needed”? Because it should be.
- That real-time comparison between Chris and Sophie is one of the most exciting things I’ve seen on Taskmaster. I need them to do that more often. I would pay money to watch other full tasks, even ones that take 10 or 20 or 30 minutes, in real time, with a split screen between two people who are doing them.
I was just thinking it’s a pity that Sophie’s excellent job of getting it in two attempts will be overshadowed by Chris getting it in one attempt, but apparently not. I think Chris got in his head a bit and became concerned that he’d forgotten some reason why he had to hesitate, while Sophie just started throwing things. And it paid off.
That was so much fun to watch. That is what I’m here for. Why do they even edit this show? They should just give the people what they want: raw footage. Don’t even worry about switching among camera angles, just release the video from every camera and we’ll watch them all.
- Is that picture of Greg going to be in the caravan for every task? Because that will, as the contestants have said, be weird. I don’t know why it’s so much weirder than the giant picture of Greg in the big room in the house where they do other tasks, probably just because I’m not used to this one. But still, it’s weird.
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- Right, first question: are they allowed to take a new photo and reveal that one? I know they’d be limited to five minutes on the Taskmaster grounds, but it would be five minutes of them intentionally putting together something cool rather than just living a life that may or may not be cool, while not expecting to do this task.
- I wrote the previous point after only hearing the first part of that task, and now that I’ve heard the second part, I can say they really should have taken my advice. That would have made it much easier to recreate. Just go out and take another picture of the same thing.
- Chris’ creation:
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Adorable, I am impressed that Chris Ramsey managed to find a very similar fabric to the one that was on that baby. Also, we have now learned that they do not keep beer in the Taskmaster house. So what do they drink in whatever tiny corner they use as a green room? I’d need a beer after filming that show.
- Bridget’s creation:
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I mean. For fifteen minutes, it’s not bad. Would be better if she’d found a black shirt to put on, surely she could have borrowed that off someone. But there’s some nice attention to detail in there.
- Sophie’s creation:
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There are definitely more accurate ways in which she could have depicted a dog in her image. However, this is much funnier than any of her other options, so good for her.
- Judi’s creation:
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I laughed out loud. Love that in her recreation you can’t tell it’s a theatre so she just looks like Jesus doing a sermon to the masses.
- Ardal’s creation:
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I gasped out loud and then said “Oh, Ardal” several times when the original picture was revealed. Because now I really, really understand what he meant when he said the sockets it the wardrobe would have been easier. Poor Ardal O’Hanlon got so screwed over by the fact that he really did pick the coolest picture! Landscape show of sheep playing football in Ireland, that initial image is cool as hell. He should have been rewarded for completing the first part of the task so successfully. But then it turned into this. Taskmaster is a cruel mistress sometimes.
- I said a few days ago that I hope they went boys versus girls in the team tasks, because Chris Ramsey and Ardal O’Hanlon would be fun Gamble and Baddiel energy. I haven’t seen the teams yet, I’ve just seen Alex announce the first team task, and then the contestants react to his announcement. But based on the way they’ve reacted, who’s looked at who... I think I may get my way.
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- Heyyyyy! Guess who called the teams right! This is great. I’d said I wanted the Gamble and Baddiel energy of Ramsey and O’Hanlon, but those three women make for a a great setup too. Three strong personalities together. I like this.
- “Could the instructions be any clearer?” - Judi Love, when Bridget Christie expressed confusion about the task
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a contestant call their teammates morons that soon into a task. This is fun.
- Chris Ramsey: Is part of the task to find the buggy?
Alex Horne: Well we didn’t think it was, but apparently it is.
That’s one of my favourite small things that can happen on Taskmaster, when contestants create their own aspects to the task by not being able to do normal things. In this pairing, it appears that the proverbial Baddiel is dragging the proverbial Gamble down to his level by  his very presence. Or Chris Ramsey just isn’t very observant.
- “I’m weirdly confident with these.” - Chris Ramsey
Another one of my favourite small parts of Taskmaster is when a contestant says something like that. It never ends well.
- Okay... having watched Chris score his first goal, I have to admit he was in fact pretty good in that machine. How did he get “weirdly confident” with those? “Weirdly” implies he doesn’t have much experience with them, because if he’d used them a lot and done well then it would be normal to be confident about it. Was it just a coincidence that he guessed he’d be good and then he was?
- Well we’re already getting a much more encouraging attitude from Chris Ramsey than we did from Ed Gamble. To be fair, Ardal O’Hanlon is much more competent than David Baddiel. Maybe that’s just not a great comparison.
Two goals in, and I do find it very entertaining watching those two be each other’s cheerleaders. Well, watching Chris Ramsey be a very excitable cheerleader, and Ardal run around after the ball trying to waft it toward the net like a curling player with their broom.
- There was no really good reason for the cameras on the heads in this task, except to get amusing close-ups of the contestants making weird faces. But that is more than reason enough.
- Greg just told me to go out into the street and egg the windows of anyone not watching Taskmaster, which is amusing to me since they’re not putting this one up on YouTube (yet) so there isn’t any fully government-approved way to watch it over here. If I got out onto my Canadian street and anyone is watching Taskmastser, then they, like me, are doing something that is not technically allowed. But Greg would like me to egg the windows of all those rule-abiding people who didn’t do that.
- “Last night, I genuinely pointed the remote control at the oven, so I’m not going first.” - Bridget Christie
While I’m comparing these teams to previous combinations, I feel like there may not be a lot of Acaster-style “I wanted to be on the girls’ team!” this season. I’m not sure the girls’ team will be the one with people who are terribly focused. I’m sure they’ll be a huge amount of fun, but not so sure about the focus.
- Sophie groaning in fear the entire time she’s operating the buggy is very funny. As is her sailing right past the ball.
- Wow, Judi knows what she’s doing. Didn’t even declare weird confidence beforehand, just went right in there and was good at it.
- ...Okay, I guess I wrote that too soon, before Judi spun all the way around the ball. But still, better control over the buggy than Sophie had, and good control over the ball once she got there.
- Were they all allowed to put the ball on their knees and their feet on the ground like Bridget is doing? Becasue that seems significantly easier. I can’t think of anything in the rules that said they couldn’t do that, except that the rule is to score a soccer goal and soccer says no hand ball. But soccer also says no buggies, so I’m not sure those rules apply.
- Oh, stare at the Taskmaster while you do your live task is always a fun trope of this show. This is a tough live task.
- Little thing, but I so appreciate pointless competitiveness, and really liked Chris Ramsey trying to give himself a half-second advantage by starting with his writing implement already in his hand, and Alex having to tell him to put it down.
- The task says they have to look at Greg the whole time, but it doesn’t say they couldn’t take their object and hold it up in front of their eyes, while keeping those eyes fixed on Greg. I’m disappointed that no one tried that.
- I love that Ardal just assumed his horse was green. He made that up out of nowhere, had no reason to believe it was green. It wasn’t green. It was a camel, and those aren’t green. He thought it was a horse, and those aren’t green. I think he just grabbed a green marker first, and decided that must mean it’s green, so he made “green” one of his words to descrie it.
- Ooh, late-in-the-episode title drop from Bridget Christie. Good one, though. And a reasonable way to describe her object.
- This needs to be on all the posters that advertise Taskmaster.
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- Two in a row for Christopher. He is running away with this initially, though lots of people do well off the start and then it ends up closer by the middle of the season. Also, I can’t resent him for doing so well because he does deserve it.
Hell of an episode, this was. Not a great finish overall for my girl Sophie, but she’ll always have that brilliant ping-pong throw and how she did so well that it ruined Chris Ramsey’s “call me when I’m needed” moment, so that’s cool. Only two episodes in and I quite like all five of the people, even the ones I wasn’t that into before. No one is phoning it in this season.
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hob gadling vs the wraith for the meme, because this sounds potentially very funny or very angsty
that’s the WIP i was talking about in this post (… with, you know, the concession that apparently i am indeed actively writing it now). i’m guessing you know SGA, anon, given the phrasing of the question, but in case you don’t: the wraith are one of the main villains of stargate atlantis. they’re uh. pretty much just … space vampires, honestly. they feed through a slit in the palm of their right hand, and unless they’re actively trying not to, the people they feed on die. painfully.
the general setup here is that hob has known daniel jackson since the late 80s/early 90s, and they’ve been friends ever since. but they don’t get to catch up too often, because daniel’s job (whatever it is) keeps him traveling. so it’s nice whenever they can grab dinner, or whatever.
… except for this time, because this time, as they’re leaving the restaurant, they both get attacked and wake up in a spaceship, because the bad guys a) wanted daniel and b) didn’t want to leave any witnesses. which, fair enough. they end up in pegasus, on a hive, because … something something wraith demands bargaining chip mumble mumble. but the wraith don’t give a shit about this other guy, so someone tries to feed on him, and he both fails to visibly age and fails to die. but the wraith fed! it’s very confusing.
at which point we hit the “lots of mad scientist wraith” point, because there are a lot of mad scientist wraith, let’s be honest. and hob gets to add “experienced vivisection” to his list of things he’s done in his life.
snippet! from daniel’s POV (thank you @arialerendeair for the inspiration to switch POVs):
“I’m just trying to decide how likely you are to tell me I’m nuts.”
“Hey,” says Rob; Daniel can hear the scowl in his voice. A second later he feels Rob’s elbow none-too-gently nudging his side. “I never once called you crazy, mate.” 
And that is true, to be fair. Daniel had caught him, once or twice, with a strange look on his face, but when he got caught the expression always changed to what Daniel usually thinks of as the aw-shucks smile. But he’d never used the word crazy, or the word nuts, or loony or out of his mind or any of the thousand other options out there. They’d actually barely discussed the presentation at all, now he’s thinking about it – Rob had said did you mean what you said up there? that the pyramids were landing pads for alien spaceships? and Daniel had said yes I meant it, if I hadn’t meant it do you think I would’ve gotten up there and done that to myself? and then immediately regretted snapping, because he knew Rob hadn’t been asking with any malicious intent; he’d just been trying to get the facts straight. Such as they were, anyway. 
And Rob had just said okay then. And that had been that.
(ask me about any of my WIPs, if you’d like!)
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dylanalexiswrites · 1 year
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I Was Body Shamed
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PHOTO SOURCE: helpguide.org
Trigger Warning: Depression, Anxiety, Eating Disorders, and Body Shaming 
I’ve been battling depression and anxiety for as long as I can remember and I was really afraid to admit it. I have not even told anyone from my family about it because most of them are pretty closed-minded when it comes to mental health…most likely because of the culture here in the Philippines and the way they were brought up.
The most triggering for me is when an aunt or a cousin will say: “Uy, tumaba ka yata” (Hey, you’ve gotten fat.) every time there is a family gathering. This comment always makes me want to just crawl under a rock and be in a fetal position for all eternity.
 I once tried calling an aunt out when she told everyone that I’d gained weight but I ended up getting scolded and called disrespectful. From that moment on, I vowed to never come to a family event ever again because it made me feel so bad even if it was not my fault. 
The constant body shaming made me feel so awful and put me into depression and anxiety. It made me question everything that I do to lose weight. Running, crash dieting, and just eating vegetables. I would never recommend crash dieting to anyone because it is not a healthy thing to do. 
Even as I did all that I can to lose weight, nothing seemed to work and I was losing all hope. That’s when I started binge eating…especially when I get stressed from work. This binge eating became more evident when the global pandemic hit. 
I gained weight and just got so depressed and always got anxiety attacks. The aunt that I was talking about would continue to point out my weight gain and would always say: “Order kasi ng Order sa Grab kaya tumataba”. (You always order food that’s why you’ve gotten fat.)
I remember just crying myself to sleep that night, wishing that tomorrow, I will be a different person in a different body but as morning came, I looked at my puffy eyes and saw someone I barely even recognized. It was just a shell of a person who is tired of getting called fat and being shamed for gaining weight. 
That’s when I knew I had to do something. And I will share these things with you.
YOGA
I have been doing Yoga since 2016 (I stopped in 2020 for reasons I’ll keep to myself.) When I started doing it again last year, I felt like a beginner again. I could not even do a proper downward-facing dog but I pushed through it and day by day, I started regaining the control that I had once lost. It made me feel comfortable and just overall changed the way I viewed life once more. 
It just improved my body, my mind, and my soul.
It doesn’t matter if you do Yoga for only twenty minutes a day because your body and mind will still thank you for taking the time for yourself.
WALKING
These days, I set myself to walk at least six thousand steps a day just to burn some calories. It also just helps me get through the da. I always do this every 4:40 AM because it just feels nice a cold outside. 
MUSIC
I’ve always used music as a form of escape. It just helps me forget about my troubles and my problems. For an instant serotonin boost, I recommend you to listen to Kylie Minogue, her albums have always picked my mood up whenever I’m down. Her latest release. DISCO just made my life a breeze. She has infectiously poptastic songs that will make you get up and join her on the dancefloor. 
Those are just three of the things that I did to feel better. I’m happy to say that I’ve lost a few pounds today. It’s not something to brag about but it is something to celebrate. 
One last piece of advice: Please, try to ignore the noise that comes from other people. Be true to who you are to be true to what you believe in. Block the negativity and invite happiness into your life. 
Here's a little serotonin booster:
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slayer-of-titans · 2 years
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Why I Left Sarasota Memorial Hospital
I have decided to post in length my story about my experience at Sarasota Memorial Hospital and why I left my job there. I know it may seem somewhat personal, but I want to spread awareness of the corruption among management there. One might be able to see what I'm doing as "whistleblowing" because it involves retaliation (which is against company policy) and making my job so bad in order for me to quit (pretty sure that's against OSHA guidelines or something).
There was one incident on June 1 when a nurse snapped at me and I approached her afterward and told her that she could have been less condescending. I was willing to let it go after I got that off my chest, but then she grabbed the executive director to mediate. Granted, I did not even know who she was. Her name tag said that she had an LMSW so I assumed that she was one of the social workers but it turned out that she was actually the executive director. Anyway, she talked down on me, told me that I was being inappropriate and that nurses are above me and that they do not need to explain themselves. Whenever I tried to explain my side of the story, she kept interrupting. She also kept asking me if this was my first job like this, and I explained multiple times that it is not as I have worked at a behavioral health center for a year (and was continuing to work there PRN). I also have a bachelor's in psychology which IS indicated on my name tag so I don't place myself that far beneath the nurses since I have education relevant to my job as well. I did cry a little afterward because of the way that I was treated but not in front of patients or anything.
Everything still seemed fine after that until one day when I was called upstairs at the start of my shift. The DON told me that in two weeks I was being moved to the overnight shift, stating that they needed more females on that shift and that since I was in my first 90 days, they were allowed to do this. I asked to see the policy that allows her to do this and she said that she would show it to me later but she never did. They claimed that the move was only temporary but that they could not give me a time frame. They also implied that I had the opportunity to move back to second shift after but it sounded like they could keep me there permanently if that is where they wanted me. Keep in mind that I was interviewed and hired for the 3-11 shift.
I used to work overnight at my last job so I know that I can't handle being nocturnal. It had a negative impact on my physical and mental health. I told the DON this, and still offered to help out by picking up some overnight shifts, but she would not let up and said that I needed to be flexible. She did also admit that this was partially in retaliation for my run in with that nurse but told me that this would have happened anyway. She also did not understand why I had gotten upset, thinking I was upset with a patient who was acting out. Everybody who works with me at Palm Shores knows that this is nowhere near enough to bother me. When I explained the real reason why I was upset, she explained to me that nurses just get short sometimes due to the stress of their jobs and that I just have to put up with it.
I was obviously upset after that and my co-workers at Bayside (the building at the hospital that I worked at) who had worked there for years told me that they had never heard of someone being forced to change shifts before. They encouraged me to tell the DON that if she wanted me to work there, that I would be on the shift I was hired for. When I said this, she smiled and said "Then I have no choice but to accept your two-weeks notice." I also pointed out that if she lost me, she would be short someone for second shift and still need someone to work third as well. She did not care. So she would have rather lost me completely than allow me to continue working second shift full time.
I called my manager at my old job and offered to come back full time on first or second shift and then also contacted HR at Sarasota Memorial about my situation. HR responded with multiple behavioral concerns filed against me, most of which happened AFTER they informed me I was being switched to overnights.One of the behavioral concerns was against me crying after they told me I was being moved to overnight shifts. But of course I cried about that. They railroaded me with that at the start of my shift and they weren't just making me change my shift but my entire lifestyle. They also alleged that I had walked away from a 1:1 even though I had another tech step in for me. The HR person also did not even know what a 1:1 is. Go figure.
HR said they would get back to me and immediately after the call my manager at Palm Shores offered me a full time first shift. This seemed like a clear sign from the universe so I accepted. I called back and had to leave a message saying that I no longer wished to work there but still offered to work my shift that day so that the ratio would not be short. When I arrived, the DON left me a message saying that she did not even want me to work that day so I just turned in my keys. My old job, on the other hand, welcomed me back warmly with open arms.
Could I have at least put in my two weeks? Yes, but that would have given the DON two more weeks to sabotage me and try to make my time there miserable. Sometimes, it is actually better to quit without notice, especially when you are in such a toxic environment.
Edit: forgot to mention that I've looked at other reviews on Indeed and found the following:
"Management focused on being punitive rather than encouraging and morale driven. New upper management at Bayside Behavioral Health is deceitful, threatening and retaliatory. HR does not intervene until flooded with complaints. Then they do the bare minimum. In any other state the environment would be consistent with bulling and a hostile work environment. Constantly being told by the DON that she has free will to fire anyone. No process or protocol followed, she just says your fired. New facility director has no clue and is being hand fed by the DON negative and derogatory lies about staff in which she has now lost all credibility with staff and lacks any leadership connection."
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doll-in-the-walls · 2 years
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Strangely Charming - Chapter 5
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(This gif just cause it’s the gym scene)
Chapter Sum: Calcifer suffers through another day of high school torture, including gym class with Billy.  After school, Calcifer and Max bond over skateboard stuff.
A/N: is it bad I’m already writing scenes for the end of season 3 when we’ve barely gotten into 2?   So occasionally (as in whenever I can make it work) we’re gonna switch back and forth POV wise between the two though there is a big section of season 2 with just Cal.
Warnings: None
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(Previous Chapter)
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Outfits for this chapter/day: (For the most part Mae always has the same necklaces and Calcifer always has his ring and wrist things -and board when needed- but I’m going to include them in the photos anyways. I’m also probably always going to post outfit photos whenever it’s a new day because 1 it’s fun and 2 to help readers get an idea of their looks for the times when I don’t post outfits.)
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When the other boys in Calcifer’s gym class decided to put him on the skins team it had been in an attempt to humiliate the boy. What they weren’t expecting was that - despite being skinny, six feet tall, and almost unhealthily pale - under the baggy sweater he had worn that day was a surprisingly toned body. The girls in the class - that didn’t go out to run track - had been staring and giggling amongst themselves on the bleachers ever since he had to take off his gym shirt. 
Without meaning to Calcifer had been sending out what equated to a distress signal to Maeve ever since and she ended up leaving her Math class to head down to the gym. She knew he wasn’t in real danger, but she knew whatever was happening was distressing enough for him to not even realize she could feel it. When she thought out to him to ask what was wrong she got no response which tended to happen when Calcifer was too anxious. His thoughts were too quick and jumbled, his mind too distracted, for her words to reach him even if she was trying to calm him down.
“Emerson! Participation is part of your grade!” She heard the P.E. teacher shout from the other end of the gym as she walked in. Calcifer was on the court but off to the side around the halfway point with his arms crossed over his chest, shoulders slightly slouched, his back to the bleachers, glaring at the ground.
Hey, she thought to him and, being that they were closer, her words were strong enough to break through. He turned his head to see her.
Help, he thought back. I’m begging you, get me out of here.
One of the other boys on his team - one of the ones hoping to embarrass him - suddenly threw the ball at him and without looking Calcifer caught it right before it hit him in the head. He turned his head back as he lowered the ball and glared at the boy. Billy, also on his team, looked in the direction he had been looking and saw Maeve standing beside the bleachers. 
“Emerson!” he called out, holding up a hand for Calcifer to throw him the ball, glancing her way to see if he had gotten her attention as well. He had and he gave her a smirk before he looked back to Calcifer, ready to catch the ball. Instead, Calcifer looked at Billy and without looking away tossed the ball towards the basket where it swooshed through the net. He ignored the blond’s frown - as well as the stunned looks and the gasps coming from the bleachers - and turned to the teacher.
“I threw the ball in the thing. That counts as participation. Now, if you’ll excuse me, it seems my sister needs me.” He grabbed his gym shirt off the bleacher behind him and tugged it on as he headed over to Maeve who was trying not to smile. “Thank you,” he said as the two of them left the gymnasium and stepped outside.
“Well, you were making it pretty hard to concentrate. If we weren’t in a high school I would’ve thought you were in actual danger.”
“I was in danger,” he muttered. “Wanted to throw that ball at someone. Namely the pricks who decided to put me on the skins team.”
“Hey, I’m sure it was nice to see their plan backfired, right?”
“Hard to enjoy their shock when the girls behind me won’t shut up about it. I was this close to snapping at them that I could hear them,” Calcifer said as he held up two fingers.
“Well, I’m glad you controlled yourself.”
“Yeah… well… I’m glad I got lucky and that shot actually went in,” he muttered. “Worth seeing the faces then even though I was just hoping the other team might catch it.”
“You’re welcome,” she said with a smirk and a small curtsey. Calcifer grinned. 
“Well, blondie obviously wanted a chance to impress you so, thank you.”
“Like I’d be impressed by sports, ugh,” she said with a scoff as she made a face.
“Do me a favor and pass along that mentality to the rest of the girls in my class, would you?”
“Well, then I do have to apologize too,” she said with a wince.
“Why?” he asked slowly with a frown.
“Well, you didn’t see their faces, but I definitely helped you gain some more admirers.”
“Oh, Mae, why?” he groaned, letting his head hang down.
“I didn’t mean to. Apparently those girls are impressed by sports.” She gave a shrug.
“I know. I could hear every bloody word.” He rubbed a hand over his face before he looked up thoughtfully at the sky. “How hard would it be to fake my death?” he mused. 
“Stop being dramatic.” She pushed his arm. 
“Might even be able to pin it on him,” he muttered and grinned when Maeve rolled her eyes. “Ah well, I’m going to go hide in the locker room until the bell. Thanks again.”
“No problem. See you at lunch.”
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“Ah, we meet again,” Calcifer said as he rode his board to Maeve’s car and saw the girl standing by the blue Camaro after school let out. “Get here pretty early, huh?” He stopped and kicked up his board to hold it under his arm.
“If I’m late I have to skate home,” she said with a half shrug.
“Ah, yet another reason for me to dislike your step-brother. Wonderful,” he deadpanned. “I’m sure Mae wouldn’t mind giving you a ride if you ever need one. She looks scary, but she’s not.”
“I don’t think she looks scary.” The girl gave a shrug as she shook her head.
“Honestly, I’m not sure whether or not she would consider that a compliment,” he said with a chuckle. “She likes the whole… dark and mysterious vibe she’s got going on.”
“I think it’s cool.”
“Well, I’ll be sure to tell her you think so.”
“Why do you get here so early?”
“Honestly, I just can’t stand most humans- Other humans- People.” He frowned at himself. “I meant people.” She nodded slowly, giving him a look. “I’m really doing a good job selling the whole ‘I’m weird’ thing, ain’t I?”
“Yeah,” she said bluntly and smiled slightly when he laughed.
“Hey, you put anything on your board?” She tilted her head. “Mae got me a bunch of stickers as an apology for making me go to high school and having to interact with people on a daily basis. You’re the only other person I’ve seen with a board; I don’t want’em just collecting dust.”
“Sure?” She blinked.
“Alright, I’ll bring ‘em with me tomorrow.”
“Thanks.”
“Shame there’s no skatepark around,” he mumbled to himself. 
“Do you know how to do a kickflip?” she asked after a moment. Calcifer raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah. Why?” He tilted his head and she hesitated. 
“Can you teach me? I mean while we’re both here just waiting. Nothing else to do.” She shrugged.
“You- uh sure. Yeah, don’t see why not.” He put down his board. “Well, come on then,” he said as he motioned to her. She mimicked his movements, one foot on the board. “Probably a stupid question, but can you do a jump?”
“Of course.”
“Let’s see.” He motioned towards her and she backed up to give herself some room before doing a small jump on the board.
“Gonna have to work on getting a little higher.”
“I can go higher,” she insisted.
"Okay, then do this," he said before doing a jump and moving his front foot under then back over the board but without touching it. 
"You didn't do a kickflip." She frowned in confusion at him.
"I know. This way you get the motion down without falling on a sideways board or worse off it. One step at a time, kiddo."
"It's Max."
"Ah finally! Introductions.” He clapped his hands together. “Well, feel free to laugh since every class I've walked into this week has,” he said as he gave a slight bow. “My name is Calcifer. Cal for short." He stood up and saw her raising an eyebrow.
"Cal…cifer?"
"Yup."
"That's your real name?"
"Well, it wouldn’t do me any good to give you a fake name, now would it?"
"No- that's not what I- nevermind.” She shook her head. “Cal. Got it."
"Alright, Max, let’s try again." He performed the jump again, moving his front foot under and back without touching the board. Max took a breath before attempting it herself. She stumbled a bit when she landed but managed to stay standing, waving her arms to balance herself, one foot on the ground and one on her board. “Little faster. You gotta be confident you’ll be able to get your foot back on the board after it flips.” Calcifer motioned for her to try again. She nodded and took a breath, looking down at the board. She tried again, but her foot caught on a wheel making the board turn slightly. As she landed she kicked the board and it shot out towards Calcifer and Max caught herself with both hands slamming down against the camaro at just the wrong time.
“Hey!” The two looked over to see their siblings approaching, the darker blond glaring while the other rolled her eyes. Calcifer stopped the board with his foot and stepped on the end to grab it.
"Sorry, mate, my bad. Just trying to help her with a skate trick." Calcifer handed the board back to her with a smile before he turned so he was between her and Billy. "Next time we'll move so she falls on Mae's car."
"Hey," Maeve muttered. Billy glared at Max as she moved around to the passenger side door.
“Lighten up,” Calcifer said as he motioned to where Max had fallen, “look, your car is fine.” Billy, even being slightly shorter than Calcifer, got in his face before growling,
“Move.” 
“Yes, of course, right away your royal prattyness,” Calcifer said as he stepped back and gave a deep dramatic bow. Billy moved past him, bumping him as he did, to yank open the driver’s door and Calcifer only chuckled as he stood up. Calcifer saw Max holding back a smile as she climbed into the car and winked before his grin matched hers. 
“Cal,” Maeve scolded. He winced and he turned a sheepish look from Max - who looked even more amused - to Maeve who was giving him a look. “Get in the car.” He got into the passenger seat and as he reached for his seatbelt he saw Max getting yelled at as Billy started the car. “Was that really necessary?” Maeve asked.
“Guy’s a jerk,” Calcifer muttered. 
“Doesn’t mean you have to be.”
“Bet if you weren’t there he might’ve punched me,” he grumbled as he looked out the window.
“Probably, so maybe you should try to not anger him?” she suggested. He hummed but didn’t respond.
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A/N: I know next to nothing about skateboarding so the way he was teaching was probably wrong.
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