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aewhore · 3 years

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Sour candy kisses~ Nick Jackson x reader (NSFW)

You and Hangman are childhood best friends and you talk/text every day and your boyfriend Nick thought he was okay with it but his jealous side does come out to play slightly however you put his mind to rest and assure him nothing is going on in the only way you know how. (Sexy time ensues)

Hanging out backstage at AEW dynamite was always the highlight of your weeks, seeing your coworkers who became friends and your friends who became family made your Wednesdays just a little brighter. You were sitting in the EVP dressing room, joking and chatting with Matt and your boyfriend of 3 years, Nick. You loved having some downtime with Matt and Nick when you all weren’t running around booking the shows. You sat on the large comfy couch in the dressing room when your phone went off. Your brows furrow slightly at the unexpected interference.

Hangy:

Hey Y/N! You free?

You can’t help but smile at your phone when you see a text from your favourite lone cowboy Adam Page. You and Adam had been best friends for what felt like your entire life, You had met on the first day back in preschool and You were both the only wrestling fans in your school so you stuck to each other like glue. Your fingers raced across your phone screen as you replied.

Y/N:

Oh hell yeah I am! Meet ya in the café in 5!

You locked your phone and slipped it into your hoodie pocket before beginning to stand from the couch, shimmying out of Nick’s arms. “Hey, where ya going?” Nick pips up, You rolled your eyes at Nick’s protest at the loss of your body heat. “I’m going to meet up with Adam in the cafeteria, do you want me to bring you back anything?” You turn towards Nick in time to catch his face sour slightly. “Oh ok, nope I’m good” The bitterness towards Adam seeped into Nick’s voice. You shoot him a glare before you shake your head and leave. Not even wanting to justify his harshness towards the lone cowboy. “tell him we say hi” You hear Matt yell as the door closes behind you. As you walk from the EVP dressing room to the cafeteria you can’t help but grin at seeing your best friend. You don’t make it to the cafeteria when you hear Adam call out your name. You twist around to see Adam jogging towards you with a fast-food bag and two drink cups which you can only assume are milkshakes. “Took you long enough, come on let’s go find a table, I got something real funny to show you”

Fast forward an hour and you and Adam are still in the cafeteria, empty food containers stuffed back in the fast-food bag as you and Adam huddle around his phone to watch what felt like the 200th funny dog video he showed you today. “Look, look the dog is in the driver’s seat of the truck, why is he there? He can’t drive!” Adam could barely get a sentence out because you were both wheezing so hard. “Man, where do you find this stuff? This is the greatest thing ever!” Ever since Adam was kicked out of the elite, you were thankful whenever you got to see him be carefree and laugh like he used to. You pulled your phone out and nearly gasped at the time, Dynamite would be over at any moment so you had been in the cafeteria for nearly an hour. You see a text notification pop up from Nick.

Pretty Nicki:

Me and Matt gonna go with good brothers to grab a bite to eat, I’ll meet you back at the hotel. xx

Your brows furrow slightly at the bluntness of Nick’s message. Normally if he goes for food after dynamite, he brings you but you dismiss those thoughts and reassure yourself that it isn’t that deep. You reply to him, telling him you’ll get a ride with Adam and that you’ll see him back at the hotel later on. “Is everything okay?” You hadn’t noticed Adam stopped laughing and was looking very concerned at the suddenly sad look in your eyes. “Oh nothing, Nick is just going to get food with Matt and the good brothers.” You explained as you tucked your phone back into your jeans. “Without you?” Adam inquires, You’re slightly confused at Adam’s question. “I mean yeah, we don’t have to do everything together.” You turn to look him in the eye. “Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it, just a question. Do you need a ride back to the hotel then?” Adam was quick to change the subject away from Nick. “Oh yeah, do you mind? I hate to spring this on you” You felt guilty but Adam’s quick response helped put you to rest. “Y/N don’t be like that, you know you ain’t a bother to me. Go grab your stuff and I’ll meet you by the truck out front” You smile at Adam before grabbing the rubbish in front of you and standing to go throw it away on your way to get your things from the locker room.

There was a comfortable silence between you and Adam as he drove you both back to the hotel. One of Adam’s many country music playlists was softly playing in the background. As you rounded the corner into the Hotel car park you take your phone out to check if Nick text you back and he had read the message. You’re pulled from your thoughts by Adam cutting off the engine and hopping out of the truck. You follow suit and round the back to the bed of the truck to grab your bags when you see Adam handing them to you. “Oh thanks, hangy” you take the bags from him and he leads the way towards the hotel lobby. “Anytime darling, do you need to check-in?” He asks when you fall into step with him. “Oh No, Nick checked in earlier so I already have the key.” You pull your key card out of your purse and wave it towards him. “I see, I ain’t that organised so I gotta check-in, Talk to ya later then.” You and Adam stop in the centre of the lobby to bid your goodnight’s. “Alright, Adam I’ll text ya tomorrow morning.” You pull him into a hug and you give him a tight squeeze before releasing him so you could start walking towards the elevator towards the back of the lobby.

Slotting your key into the key card reader, you were happy to see that tiny green light flash allowing you into the room. You see the lights in the room are already on indicating that Nick has returned to the room before you. “Hey, baby I’m back” You give out a soft shout as you dump your bags and jacket on the floor beside Nick's luggage. You enter the room to see Nick sitting on the bed on his phone with his back towards you. Before you can say anything he stands and swiftly walks into the bathroom nearly slamming the door after him. “Jeez someone has an attitude all of a sudden.” You roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s attitude before you walk back to open your luggage to grab your nighties to get ready for bed. After you’ve changed Nick exits the bathroom, in his usual bed attire a pair of old basketball shorts and a black tank top. He stops to plug in his phone as you walk around him to enter the bathroom, leaving the door open behind you. “How was the dinner with the good bro’s?” You ask before beginning to brush your teeth. “Oh, you know the usual, Doc messing around, Anderson hyping him up and Matt being an idiot. Normal stuff.” You laugh at the understatements in Nick’s recollection of the night out. You spit out and rinse your mouth out before leaving the bathroom and walking to your side of the bed to plug in your phone and prepare for sleep.

“So how was your dinner date with Adam?” Nick pipes up as he sits with his back against the bed’s headboard lazily flicking through the channels on the TV. You eye him up before responding “Nick we’ve been over this, Adam is my best friend and that’s it.” He turns his full attention towards you before speaking again. “Oh really, is that why you were cuddling in the middle of the cafeteria?” You could tell he was getting irritated but so were you. “We were not cuddling in the cafeteria, Jesus Christ It’s like you don’t trust me at all sometimes.” You were tired and annoyed at having to defend your friendship to Nick. “I do trust you Y/N, I just don’t trust him” You roll your eyes at his lame excuse. “What’re you rolling your eyes for? It's the truth, I don’t trust him!” It took everything in you not to laugh at that. “Come on Nick it shouldn’t matter if you trust Adam or not if you trust me! You’re just being mean to him because you’re jealous!”

Nick let out a shocked breath before smiling. “I am not jealous of that idiot” You ignored his petty attempts to get you to defend Adam. you saw through his mind games. “I think you are” You’re getting giddy now, you’re under the younger Jackson brother’s skin. “Am not” He childishly quips back. “Oh you’re so jealous of my big strong cowboy” You stoked the flames in Nick’s eyes as you sat facing him on your knees. “Why would I be jealous of that bumbling drunk?” You were still smiling at Nick as he glared daggers back at you. “Hmm, that’s a good question why would you be jealous of that tall, muscular southern boy who was one half still the longest-reigning tag champs in AEW history, with golden hair and-” You’re inputted from your mocking when Nick grabs your knees to pull you towards him before you fall back so you’re now on your back with Nick towering over you. Your hips trapped under his with your legs spread to either side of his waist. He’s replying most of his body weight on his forearms which frame your head. His face mere inches from your own. “Are you done?” He leans down to growl into your ear.

You grin to yourself knowing you’ve won. You let out a small shaky breath before nodding into his shoulder. “Good, now as I was saying, I could never and will never be jealous of that dumbass cowboy because he could never make you feel the things I do.” He has your hips locked against the mattress and you can’t help but try to grind up against him. He smirks at your attempt at more friction. “I know what you want baby girl, but I ain’t gonna give it to you” You whine at this unfair denial of your pleasure. “Why not?” you demanded to know. “I need to hear you say it” You were confused at Nick’s request. “Hear me say what?” Nick raises himself so that he’s looming over you, his icy Atlantic ocean blue eyes staring into your own. “I need to hear you say that I am far better than that idiot in every single way, I have a better body than him, I’m a better tag wrestler than he could ever dream of being, I got the greatest damn hot tag in the business and I have far superior hair than him.” Seeing Nick’s arrogant in bed was intoxicating, he had never gotten like this with you before but now you knew you would be pushing his buttons more often. “Baby Do I have to? I mean I bet I could call up Adam and he’d give me whatever I wanted” You were being bratty but you loved it. “Oh baby girl don’t lie to yourself like that, he could never give you what I give you, he could never make you feel as good as I do.”

The passion in Nick’s eyes took your breath away. Nick shifted his weight onto one forearm as he moved his other hand down to roam the side of your ribs and to ghost your breast, arching your back towards his hand did nothing as he’d move before you could get the touch you carved “Nick I need you, I need you to make me feel good” You wanted Nick so bad at this point. “Hmm, I think I need some more convincing. Beg me for it.” Nick’s arrogant smirk was driving you crazy. “Please Nick, please you know you’re the only one that can make me feel this good” Nick was trailing kisses along your jawline as you pleaded with him. “How could I possibly turn away my needy little slut? I’m gonna make you feel so good you forget how to say your own name.” small moans and whimpers were escaping your lips as Nick nipped and sucked your neck slowly making his way down your body. “You’re wearing too many clothes, off, now” Nick demands as he stands up to tower over you as he strips himself. You rush to strip as quick as you can, throwing your clothes aimlessly off the bed.

You lay back on the bed on your bed as Nick stands naked between your spread legs. Nick’s hands roam your thighs before bends down to lay open mouth kisses along your inner thigh travelling from your left knee up to your crotch purposefully skipping your pussy as he travels back up your right leg leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. Your attempt to buck your hips towards Nick is stopped by one of Nick’s muscular arms resting on your pelvis keeping you pressed against the mattress. Nick’s teasing streak continues as he delivers a long swipe of his tongue to your pussy just stopping before your clit. Before You can whine at his negligence of your clit he pulls back slightly only to spit on you before he begins to give gentle kitten licks to your clit, causing your moans to slowly build in volume. He gives more general attention to your pussy before he suddenly latches onto your clit causing you to scream his name. The onslaught of a rhythm he builds, long swipes of his tongue on your pussy before teasing your hole that was clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled before he focused his attention onto you pulsing clit, has the coil in your pelvis tightening by the second. You didn’t care if the entire hotel knew you were screaming Nick’s name at this point. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as the coil in your pelvis snaps and you cum onto Nick’s face. You don’t get rest as Nick continues to tongue fuck you through your orgasm. Once you’ve slightly caught your breath you look down to Nick still kneeling between your thighs with a sly smile on his face, before you can ask his plans you feel one of his calloused, long fingers tease your quivering hole. Your head falls back against the mattress as you feel his finger plunge onto you. He shallowly thrusts his finger in and out of you. You can feel him brush against your G spot and you are begging him for more before you even think about it. He grants your wish by sliding a second finger into you. You feel him resume his pace, thrusting his two fingers into you, the pressure against your g spot building and building. You felt him slip a third finger into you and your hand moves down to grab onto his head as the feeling of fullness makes your head spin. With the pace of Nick’s fingers being thrust into you, You can feel your second orgasm approaching. Suddenly he leans down and begins to suck on your clit and your vision goes completely white as your second orgasm of the night hits you.

He continues to thrust into you through your orgasm before he slides his fingers out of you. You whine at the loss. He climbs back up your body before he settles above you. He raises the fingers that were in you to his lips before they disappear into his mouth as he licks off your cum from his fingers. You moan at the sight of him licking your essence off his fingers before he takes them out and he lowers himself onto you to capture your mouth in a breathtakingly passionate kiss. Feeling his body weight pressing you into the mattress with his arms around you and his lips locked onto your own provided you with a level of comfort that only he could give you. Your hands rise from your sides to tangle in his long luxurious hair. You feel his hard erection against your inner thigh and you raise your hips slightly off the bed to grind against it. You hear a groan from Nick as his hand settles on your neck, holding your face in place as he moves back slightly to stare into your eyes. You feel Nick move his other hand down to his dick as he holds the shaft of it to tease you by sliding through your folds before he begins to slowly slip the tip into your hole. You can feel yourself trying to tighten around Nick, you feel the need to have Nick inside of you build and build.

Before you can beg, Nick grants your wish by thrusting into you. From the get-go, he sets a mind-numbing pace. Fucking you so hard and deeply that you feel like he’s fucking the breath out of your lungs. Nick moves both of his hands underneath your thighs to pin your knees up to your chest in an agonisingly good position. The coil in your pelvis was tightening with every thrust Nick delivers to you. Your moans were mixing with Nicks and you can feel his thrusts start to stutter as his own orgasm was fast approaching. You feel one of Nick’s hands move around your thigh so he could rub tight quick circles onto your clit. The sudden spike of pleasure causing your third orgasm of the night to hit you out of nowhere. Your pelvic muscles tighten and pulse around Nick causing his thrusts to stutter, he thrusts into you a few more times before he paints your walls with his cum. He releases your thighs before he collapses on top of you causing your break out into a smile. You raise your hands to rub his back and comb through his hair. He raises his head slightly to gaze into your eyes. “Did I make you feel good princess?” Nick smiles as you both break into giggles. “Oh yeah Nick, You made me feel real good” You lay gentle kisses on Nick’s face. You loved having Nick in your arms like this, his head nuzzled into your neck. You can feel the gentle smile on his face as he gives your neck lazy kisses. “I love you Nicki” You mumble “I love you too baby.” You hear Nick grumble into your neck as you feel yourself lull into sleep.

#Nick Jackson #nick jackson imagine #nick jackson fanfiction #nick jackson smut #AEW #aew imagines #aew fanficiton #aew smut #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut #the young bucks #pls be kind #wrestling #being the elite

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marmosa · 4 years

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oi, is it hot in here?

Fred x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: none

A/N: my best friend came over yesterday and showed me a snippet of one of her george fics and then immediately hyped me up to write this one. girls and gays i present the aquamenti spell, enjoy ;) (this is so out of pocket, could you tell i was going thru it). also if anyone wants more george content please let me know, i’m a fred girl through and through, but i have no shame in showing some love to george <3

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“Fred, just because we’re allowed to legally use magic now, doesn’t mean we’re legally obliged to,” [y/n] mumbled, flat out glaring at him as he pouted at her from across the library table, trying once again to convince her to duel with him.

“Just because we’re not required to, doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be tons of fun. Come on [y/n], you know just as well as I do that you’re dying to try out some new spells,” Fred pleaded, reaching across the table and pushing the book she was using to shield her face from his relentless puppy dog eyes down.

“Even so Weasley, you’re going to get yourself in a spot of trouble you’re not going to know how to get out of. Just because I play coy doesn’t mean I wouldn’t absolutely smoke your arse if we did duel,” she hummed surely, straightening her posture to emphasize her sudden breath of confidence.

“Win? I doubt that,” Fred shrugged, leaning back in his chair, a mischievous idea bubbling to the surface of his mind, “No, you’re not bold enough to win.”

“I- me? Not bold enough?” [y/n] sputtered, incredibly offended at his insinuation but still trying her best to stand her ground, “I know what you’re trying to do y’know and I know you’re also full of shit. You wouldn’t last a second against me.”

Fred glanced over at her, a smartass look on his face, “I think I could last at least two seconds, maybe five, maybe six, maybe a million, but you’re too much of a stick in the mud to find out.”

“I’m not a stick in the mud, I’m just smart enough to not let myself get dragged into your chaos- as fun as it is sometimes,” [y/n] mumbled the last bit, trying not to inflate his ego anymore than he needed, despite feeling no shame in admitting that his antics were usually paired with an inescapable rush of adrenaline.

“Yeah, whatever you say sweetheart,” Fred rolled his eyes, missing the quick crack in [y/n]’s composure at the pet name that practically rolled off his tongue with ease, “just don’t come crying to me when you get bored one afternoon and need someone to duel.”

[y/n] furrowed her brows and felt her competitive need finally snap, “Listen here you dim-wit, if you want a duel so bad you’ll get a duel, but don't you come crying to me when I hand you your arse on a silver-lined platter.”

Fred sat up excitedly, tapping his fingers against the table, “See, there’s that competitive [y/n] I was hoping for. I appreciate the threat, but you might want to save that fire for the duel, you’re gonna need it.”

“You’re a twat, you know that?” [y/n] grumbled, crossing her arms and sinking back into her chair.

“Only for you,” Fred winked, a shit-eating grin plaster on his face, “see you at the dueling grounds.”

“Yeah, yeah, get out of here,” [y/n] waved him off, biting back a smile.

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“Aha! So you showed up in the end,” Fred cheered, dashing over and scooping [y/n] up in his arms, swinging her from side to side as she hung on for dear life.

As soon as he set her down she glared up at him like he’d just forced her to ride the worlds most dangerous roller coaster, “just because I was reluctant, doesn’t mean I’m a downer. I’m always true to my word Freddie.”

“Ahh,” He hummed low, crossing his arms and shrugging, tapping his chin inquisitively, “I suppose so. But what about that one time when you promised me that we’d go up to the tower and then you bailed-,”

“I had a potions exam to study for and my brain felt like it was melting, don’t you dare turn one on me. Last time I checked you were the one who bailed on me when we planned to go rob Filch of his-,” [y/n] started but was cut off when Fred pressed one of his hands against her mouth, shushing her with the other.

“You don’t want anyone to hear do you? That could get us in an enormous amount of trOUBLE- EW!” Fred hacked and jumped backwards, wiping his hand furiously against his jeans, “you’re a sick, sick woman.”

[y/n] grinned triumphantly, wiggling her eyebrows at his disgusted expression, “don’t lie, you loved it. Now come on, we came to duel, didn’t we?”

“You’re really testing my patience, [y/l/n],” Fred chuckled lowly, “but you’re right, get into position so I can completely ruin you.”

“I’d like to see you try,” [y/n] hummed, winking at Fred as she shuffled into her spot, drawing her wand and bobbing it in her hand.

The duel began and the two made no waste of time jumping at each other, throwing charm after hex at one another, testing out every single spell in their arsenal (well the one’s that wouldn’t painfully injure or kill either of them anyway). It was electric, the wild passion for their craft buzzing excitedly behind their eyes, present in the way they danced around each other, avoiding spells and quickly returning them.

[y/n] felt a laugh bubble out of her chest when Fred disarmed her, dashing off to retrieve her tool, ducking as he fired another spell right over the top of her head. Fred couldn’t help but follow suit in laughter as she turned around and flung a disarming spell of her own, managing to hit him and send his wand flying farther away than he probably would’ve liked.

“Come on now, [y/n], you wouldn’t harm a totally helpless boy,” Fred pleaded teasingly, inching to the side while trying to maintain eye-contact with her, mostly for his own safety than showmanship.

“I told you when we started this Weasley, I wasn’t going to go easy on you,” [y/n] called out, jerking out her arm, “Aquamenti!”

Water sprung forth from her wand, shooting directly at Fred and knocking him clean to the floor, positively soaking him from head to toe. He sat up immediately, his mouth hanging open in shock, still processing what entirely had just happened.

“I won,” [y/n] muttered, cheer surging through her in unexpected waves, “I won!”

“Shut up!” Fred groaned from his spot on the floor, pushing himself up off the floor, the cold slowly but surely seeping into his bones, “I don’t wanna hear it.”

[y/n] bit back a smug grin, crossing her arms across her chest and tipping her head back as if she had just won a crown far too heavy for her head, “Sorry, what was that about me losing?”

Fred glared back at her, his narrowed eyes nearly on the brink of being completely shut, “Shut. Up,” he repeated, enunciating his pauses.

“Aww, is someone sad with the outcome,” [y/n] cooed, spinning around to face him as soon as she had retrieved his wand, her triumphant spirit being shoved aside as a more uncomfortable emotion took hold.

“Shut up and hand me my wand ya git,” Fred mumbled, snatching his wand back from her, “we get it, you won.”

[y/n] couldn’t help the heat that was crawling up her neck, suddenly hyperaware of the situation she was currently in. Why’d she chose that spell? Why’d she chose that spell in this random room, away from others, when he was wearing a crisp white dress shirt that was now clinging to him like a second skin- god she could see so much.

Fred glanced over at her with creased brows, confused at the sudden spot of silence, wondering what had gotten little miss triumphant to go so quiet. When he saw her shuffling through her book bag, an amused little smile wormed its way onto his face- oh he was going to have fun with this.

“Why so quiet all of a sudden, sweetheart?” Fred drawled, biting back a grin at the way she tensed her shoulders.

“No particular reason, just felt bad about rubbing in my victory s’all,” [y/n] replied, still shuffling through her bag for a, uh, pack of gum she could have sworn she had had earlier.

“You? Feel bad? About a dueling victory against me? Sounds like a lot of rubbish to me,” He shook his head, grabbing her shoulder and tugging her to her feet, “There’s something else.”

[y/n]’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, straining to avoid glancing down at his toned chest, “There is absolutely nothing else. Scout’s honor.”

Fred sported a smug grin as he leaned down to be eye level with her, his eyes raking over her face, noting her balled up fists shaking at her sides and her abnormally wide eyes, “Are you sure, you look awfully tense.”

“I’m not tense,” she waved him off, feeling near the verge of combustion trying to control herself. It didn’t particularly help that he was staring at her like that while her mind raced through the hundreds of ways this interaction could go, her heart hammering in her chest at the suggestiveness of her thoughts.

“Come on, you can tell me, I won’t say anything out of line,” he bargained, trying his best to coax her out of whatever dumb act she was playing at.

“Again, I am completely fine,” she reassured him, rocking on the balls of her feet, trying to subtly put some space between them.

“I’m not so sure that’s true,” Fred lilted, titling his head to the side slightly, “what, is something about me bothering you?”

[y/n] felt her stomach drop, so he did know, of course he knew, she wasn’t particularly inconspicuous about her dilemma, but she refused to let up now, “There is nothing about you that’s bothering me, Freddie.”

“Oh, so what I’m hearing is that you like what you see?” he teased, darting his tongue out to wet his lips.

“I-wait, now hold a minute-,” she began only to lose her voice as he backed her into one of the many pillars in that room, her palms pressing flat against the cool stone.

“See, I still don’t quite believe you,” he whispered, pressing his forearm over her head, placing the other on his hip as the water he’d been drenched in had practically sealed his pockets shut.

“And why not?” [y/n] struggled to maintain her composure, her resolve diminishing by the second.

“Because someone who’d didn’t like the view wouldn’t be staring at it so plainly,” He concluded, shamelessly eyeing her up and down.

[y/n] didn’t know if she wanted to curl up into a ball and die or yank him down by his collar and let him absolutely ravish her then and there, her mind was too clouded to pick one. Luckily, Fred seemed to be significantly more level-headed than she currently, which meant he made no waste of time taking the reigns of the situation.

“So, what if I did agree with you what then,” [y/n] muttered, looking down at her shoes, trying her best to avoid his piercing gaze.

“I’d say that you’re in luck because,” he placed his hand under her chin and tipped it back upwards, forcing her to look at him, “I’m enjoying my view just as much.”

“Well then, what’re you gonna do about it?” she quipped, shamelessly darting her eyes between his eyes and lips.

“I’d say kiss you, but only if you want it,” he replied, moving his hand up to cup her cheek.

“I do. I do want it, please Fred,” she pleaded, not even caring if she sounded desperate anymore, throwing her pride to the wind.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Fred leaned down and captured her lips in a heated kiss, his hand finding its way to the small of her back, pressing her off the pillar and into him. It quickly became something desperate, longing, all their pent up tension finally spilling out of their overfilled cup. [y/n] felt up his chest, smiling to herself as she concluded that it did feel as nice as it looked.

He made quick work of hoisting her up, linking his arms under her thighs and pressing her back against the wall, relishing in finally being able to touch her the way he so desperately wanted to for all those years. She did the same, tangling her fingers into the wet hairs at the nape of his neck, basking in the warmth coming from him despite his soaking wet clothing.

“Do you want to stop?” Fred asked softly, pressing a few soft kisses to her jaw and neck, “we don’t have to go any further.”

“As lovely as continuing sounds,” she breathed, smoothing his hair out of his face, “I don’t think we’re geared for that right now. And you need to get changed of those clothes before you catch a cold.”

“Good lord you sound like my mother,” Fred groaned, knocking his forehead on her shoulder.

“Did you really just bring up your mother right now,” [y/n] asked incredulously, wiggling her way out of his grip and back onto her own two feet, “that’s weird man.”

“I wouldn’t have if you didn’t bring up my need of a change of clothes!” Fred exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air to emphasize his point, “Besides, who’s fault is that?”

“Someone stupid probably,” [y/n] shrugged, picking up her robes and tossing them square at him, “wear those so you don’t get colder, if someone asks, you took a dip in the lake.”

“That’s even more unbelievable than just telling someone straight up what we were doing,” Fred replied, flat out, pulling on the robes that we’re obviously too short for him.

“Well too bad, loser of the duel has to follow the winner’s rules,” [y/n] shrugged, offering him a smug smile.

“Can we go back to a couple minutes ago when I’d managed to shut you up?” Fred quipped, crossing his arms as he pouted at her.

“Nope, no can do, you kissed me Weasley which means I have nothing more to be embarrassed about,” [y/n] sang, taking his hands and swinging them along with hers.

“Well I take it back!”

“Please no,” she frowned, sinking her shoulders.

Fred sighed and pulled her into a hug, his words muffled against her hair as he mumbled softly, “I could never say no to that face.”

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x [y/n]#fred weasley imagines #harry potter #[y/n]#hogwarts #mar writes

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be11atrixthestrange · 3 years

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Snogging

Ron and Harry have a talk after catching Ginny and Dean snogging. From Completely Mental

"Just because he's never snogged anyone in his life, just because the best kiss he's ever had is from our Auntie Muriel -"

"Shut your mouth!" bellowed Ron, bypassing red and turning maroon.

"No, I will not!" yelled Ginny, beside herself. "I've seen you with Phlegm, hoping she'll kiss you on the cheek every time you see her, it's pathetic! If you went out and got a bit of snogging done yourself, you wouldn't mind so much that everyone else does it!"

Ron had pulled out his wand too; Harry stepped swiftly between them.

"You don't know what you're talking about!" Ron roared, trying to get a clear shot at Ginny around Harry, who was now standing in front of her with his arms outstretched. "Just because I don't do it in public - !"

Ginny screamed with derisive laughter, trying to push Harry out of the way.

"Been kissing Pigwidgeon, have you? Or have you got a picture of AuntieMuriel stashed under your pillow?" You -

A streak of orange light flew under Harry's left arm and missed Ginny by inches; Harry pushed Ron up against the wall.

"Don't be stupid -"

"Harry's snogged Cho Chang!" shouted Ginny, who sounded close to tears now. "And Hermione snogged Viktor Krum, it's only you who acts like it's something disgusting, Ron, and that's because you've got about as much experience as a twelve-year-old!"

And with that, she stormed away. Harry quickly let go of Ron; the look on his face was murderous. -Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

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Ron was quiet for most of their walk back to the Gryffindor common room, and Harry didn't have much desire to talk either. He was wrestling with his own feelings of jealousy and confusion following Ron and Ginny's argument.

Seeing Ginny snog Dean had ignited something for Harry, and as much as he wanted to believe that it was brotherly protectiveness, he knew it wasn't.

"Do you think she really did snog Krum?" asked Ron.

Harry didn't want to talk about this, as his mind was occupied by his jealousy. Unfortunately, he couldn't tell Ron that, so he played along. "Well, they did hang around quite a bit in fourth year, so I suppose it's possible. It was two years ago, so it doesn't really matter, does it?"

Ron scowled at Harry. "If it's true, Hermione lied to me."

"What?"

Ron continued in a stiff voice. "I asked her about Krum last year, and she said nothing ever happened between them."

Harry shook his head. It didn't seem like Hermione to lie about that. "Maybe Ginny doesn't really know what she's talking about."

Ron shrugged. "She's right about me, though. Never snogged anyone."

"It's really not much to write home about," said Harry awkwardly. "Not sure what all the hype is for." It was a lie- there's little he wouldn't do to be in Dean's place, snogging Ginny, but mentioning that particular detail wouldn't exactly be helpful at the moment.

"You don't get it, do you?" Ron said angrily.

Harry shrugged, defeated. He thought he understood. He felt similarly, maybe even worse, having witnessed Dean and Ginny snogging, after all. Ron couldn't say the same about Hermione. "You're upset about Hermione snogging Krum."

"No! Well, yes," sighed Ron. "You know it's more complicated than that."

Harry did, but hearing Ron eloquently voice what's upsetting him was beyond his expectations. "I suppose so." At that very moment, Ron suddenly detoured off down a deserted corridor, into an empty classroom. "Where are you going?"

"I don't want to go back to the common room," he said quietly. "You can go without me."

"We'll just go straight to the dorms. We won't see Hermione, if that's what you're concerned about."

"I just need a minute," Ron said with a little more force.

"Ok," said Harry. "I'll stay with you."

Ron sat down at a desk, buried his face in his hands, and groaned. "I just don't want to see Dean either. Or Seamus. Or anyone who now knows I haven't snogged anyone."

Harry sat down across from him. "Sure. But if it makes you feel any better, they probably don't care."

The pair sat there in silence for a few moments before Harry spoke up, asking the question he knew he shouldn't ask.

"Why does it upset you so much? That Hermione snogged Krum. It was two whole years ago, and if she didn't tell you, it probably didn't mean anything."

Ron sighed, looking as if he was holding back tears. When he answered, it sounded like a lot of effort was required to hold his voice steady.

"Well, partly because out of us three, I'm the only one who hasn't snogged anyone. But that's not all of it."

"Figured as much," said Harry with a nod.

"Also because it's Viktor Krum," he said with an air of malignance. "He probably showed her a good time. I can't imagine he's bad at snogging."

Harry couldn't argue with Ron there. Something like that would take a hit out of his confidence too. "But she chose not to be with him. She was the one who only wanted to be friends-"

"That's exactly it, though. She rejected him. Those are some high standards if you ask me."

Harry thought Viktor Krum was a great guy, but he wasn't Ron. As far as Harry knew, that was the only reason Hermione didn't want him. Unfortunately, there was no way to tell Ron that without it sounding like placation.

Ron continued. "I'm mostly angry that she lied about it. She told me nothing happened, and I don't know why she would lie." Ron leaned his face back into his hands and groaned. "I thought we were closer than that. I thought she respected me more."

There was a part of Harry that wanted to believe that Hermione lied because she had feelings for Ron, and she knew how insecure he'd feel if he knew the true scope of her relationship with Krum. Another part of Harry just wanted to believe she never lied in the first place. He badly wanted to believe it for Ron's sake.

"Maybe it's Ginny who lied," said Harry hopefully. "It really could be. She must have known that would bother you."

Ron shook his head. "I doubt it. She has even less reason to lie. And she knows nothing about how I feel about Hermione. If she did, Hermione would know too."

Fair enough, thought Harry.

Ron went quiet, and scowled as though trying to figure out how to explain his feelings better. "I tell Hermione everything." He looked at Harry. "Except… well you know."

Harry nodded.

Ron smiled in appreciation of the fact that he didn't need to be more articulate with Harry. "I just trusted that I knew as much about her as she did about me." He looked sheepishly at Harry. "Does that make any sense?"

Harry shrugged. "I think so."

"I don't think it justifies being this upset though."

Harry laughed. "I'm not one to talk," he said, which earned him a grin from Ron. "On the bright side, you're going to Slughorn's party with Hermione, so soon enough this whole conversation might be forgotten-"

"Fuck," interrupted Ron. "I forgot about Slughorn's party." He groaned again, rubbing his temples. "I can't go with her now."

"Wait, what?"

"She definitely asked me just as a friend. There's no doubt."

"Ron, I really don't think she did."

"The girl who snogged, then rejected Viktor Krum? I was stupid to think she meant it as more."

"Ron-"

"I'll have to make up an excuse or something."

Harry signed. Slughorn's party would be the perfect opportunity for them to take their relationship to another level. "Ron, there will be butterbeer, firewhiskey, and mistletoe. Why would she ask you as a friend? It isn't the kind of party you ask just a friend to, and Hermione knows that."

For a moment, Ron looked hopeful. But then his face reddened again. "It's a bloody awful idea, what was I thinking?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let's see. I'll be so nervous that I'll get drunk, then lose control and snog her under the mistletoe, and she'll think I'm a disgusting pig because the only person she has ever snogged- that I know of," he added disdainfully, "is Viktor Fucking Krum."

Harry opened his mouth to retort, but Ron cut him off.

"I'm such an idiot! She invited me because she feels bad for me, didn't she?"

"No, she didn't-"

"I shouldn't have spent so much time talking about how I never get invited anywhere. I shouldn't have told her that I've never snogged anyone. I really told her that, by the way, when we talked about Krum. How stupid was I? I shouldn't have said that I thought I was rubbish at Quidditch. or told her anything personal about me at all."

"Ron-"

"All this time I thought she was relating to me, she was really just pitying me."

"That's not true," interjected Harry helplessly.

"And how do you fucking know? You know less about her than I do, which is saying a lot, because apparently I know nothing."

Harry had no response.

"We don't know her at all, mate. But Ginny knows her. Viktor Krum knows her." Ron's voice shook on the last few words.

"Let's go to bed." Harry took a chance and stood up, walking toward the door. Luckily Ron followed. "Why don't you take it up with her tomorrow. Sleep on it? You'll feel better."

Ron shook his head. "I'm so angry with her."

Of all the emotions that Ron expressed today, this was the first one that felt unreasonable.

"Mad at her? Why?" asked Harry, a little too forcefully.

Ron scowled at him. "I just told you!" he answered dumbfoundedly. "For pitying me."

"She's not pitying you."

In all honesty, he wasn't thrilled about his friends dating, but he would accept it if it happened. It was a long time coming, and he was mentally prepared for it.

What he wouldn't accept was another row between them. That better not happen.

"Just… sleep on it before talking to her, will you?"

Ron merely shrugged as the boys ventured back toward the common room.

Well, fuck, thought Harry.

#ROMIONE #hp fanfic #hpromione #hp ficlet #ronweasley #harry potter #ron and harry brotp #ron and hermione #ron x hermione #Hermione Granger #these two are so frustrating #romione angst

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Settle in Lasses I have a new ship that makes me wildly uncomfortable and I need to vent about.

TW for incest + swearing and Spoilers for the anime of „my next life as a villainess: all routes lead to doom“ up to the second-to-last episode and for the manga up to volume three (b/c that’s how far I’ve read yet)

So I came across this anime at maybe February of last year when the trailer was first launched. I didn‘t read the manga up to that point and honestly I was hyped. I liked the artstyle, I like Harem anime’s that don‘t take themselves too seriously etc. And when it first launched I binged all the episodes up to the summer episode (which is five i think), because that was all that was available back then. I really liked it. Keith was my faveourite and what really stood out to me was the scene where Catarina breaks down the door to get to him. It was a charming mix of humour (little children innocently using axes are just funny to me) and wholesomness. And i really liked the sibling dynamic these two had. Keith beeing the shy, clingy doting brother and Catarina beeing a wellmeaning idiot was so pure and adorable. Were there scenes that could be seen as something between them? I mean?? If you see a big sister shaking her shy brother rapidly and asking if he is in love, to which he replies that he doesn’t feel sick but his mind is shaken up. And it made sense that he was so clingy/ saw the others as rivals because she was the first one to be nice to him. (Also because Geordo is shady as all hell, I wouldn’t trust him with anything that breathes) I decided to buy the manga (I prefer to read honestly) and i was really happy with all that I’ve read. I kind of forgot about the series for a while after that.

Fast forward to today where I was talking with a friend and the series came up, I commented how pure and wholesome the series was and decided spontaneously to go check it out now that all the episodes should be available.

So I get to episode 5 and alarm bells are kinda in the back of my mind because that wasn’t in the manga, what does this even mean. But you know, I did not want to be an annoying manga fan and said „fine okay filler dungeon!“ and turned a blind eye to the difference in writing and tried not to think about how they should probably use this time for plot related things, less it later because too cramped.

Episode 7 is why I am venting here. The whole episode has questionable writing, some weird inflation scene and just...completely casts Maria aside, but that’s not the problem rn. So Catarina and the boys + Sophia get transported into a book that amplifies their desires and displays them (it’s hard to explain). Basically: you see what the others want their relationship with Catarina to be like, but its like amplified because of the book. And Catarina is stuck in their fantasies for a scene and it’s already super uncomfortable by the first fantasy. Because Geordo is beeing incredibly pushy and shit, that’s just framed uncomfortably. But then, then we get to the shitshow. In an obviously sexual-coded scene we see Keith feed his sister cookies and she is like „why does he have this sexy Aura around him?“. And we have a focus on her tongue and lips and I just about have it. Thankfully, Mary closes that book at this point and it cuts away. At this point I was already nauseated. (And yeah they are step-siblings but that is generally a rubbish argument.) This was obviously some kind of fanservice episode and it just makes it this more disgusting. But you know what? I exhaled shakily, went to take a breather and then tried to rationalise this tomfuckery. „Mary Said the Book drives them mad, maybe that was just a result of that and we will never see anything like that ever again in the „real“ world.“. The sane thing to do would be just to throw the whole anime away, but you know, I’m stupid.

So next episode, I am trying to pretend like I haven‘t seen a brother wanting to be in a romantic relationship with his sister (who he calls by „sister“ btw.) and then deadass 10 minutes into the episode the maid who has been by Catharinas side since childhood and is very much spewing (reliable) exposition goes „Master Keith has romantic feelings for Miss Catarina.“ and the viewer is treated to a scene of him beeing near tears because he wants her to find him hot.

I just Mcfricking Loose it.

Listen I have the stance that nothing should be taboo in media, BUT with themes such as incest, it has to be treated with weight and a critical frame. It’s NOT something you just casually sprinkle in your light-hearted media franchise. I absolutely do not want to see this „ship“ getting the same treatment all the other ships get! And maybe this is is just me, but it adds insult to injury because it just drives home that apparently in such anime there are no platonic relationships like...ever!

And it makes me so angry because I HAVE a (as far as I know) perfectly incest-free version of the Story at my disposal: The manga! But now I everytime I just look at the book cover it fills me with absolute dread. I can‘t read my faveourite scene (or any involving Keith) without beeing on this paranoia-hyper-alert state, in fear that something was implied or without thinking „wow the anime took this as a reason to make the brother want to have a romantic relationship with his sister“ .

I just can‘t get that bitter taste out of my mouth.

#my next life as a villainess #my next life as a villianess all routes lead to doom #idk what to tag this #vent #rant

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rwmhunt · 3 years

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Leviticus, Chapter 23

1. Substitute day, and a return unto A sender of something, as to another place, That hasn't the wherewithal to get there either; I will open it again and learn That which is already known to be such As isn't so much.

2. And it's not mine, but a, And is the right way round. For as I set the seasons, I reprise, reply, replay; It's substitution day.

3. And Sabbath is the seventh, Whence the lord, in all thy dwellings, Is up for doing nothing; Or Sabbath is the sixth; I don't care.

4. And welcome to my channel, It's great to have each of you still with me- A man who speaks of people By their purpose, Himself as his own singer, With- such are the seasons, Even, holy convocations, For want to be sure of a constant, It's Senhal, An obscure term For an old friend.

5. Love, love, lo, this is not Of a cloven love, Leviticus, I will speak of it Unto sundry strangers and neighbours, As just one more month's dusk Then it'll be passover, Not once. Not twice, Not once. Love. So we can still imagine a time When all of this will go again;

6. But a day will approach When, if there is something That can look back, Could think that 'here' and 'then' Are really very close;- And I wonder if they saw The strings of direct attachment, Lining their behaviours; Just flour and water, But I don't think so; Still, anytime was closer to history than this one, So what do I know?

7. If I were to put the onus On to the impossible, Then what was light-hearted and playful, Would be wont to become ridden and surly; Lord, being an influencer is a serious endeavour, For how many unsuccessful oblations are there That are out there? Lo, state your appreciation; Don’t just wing it. Plan it out in kalends, Of which are reckon'd to be backwards; so, To start, do nothing.

8. After a week, Let's go- Gift your influencers' grift, For, when you so do this, It strokes the ego of the flames, Who then add unto the savour of sacrifice, Thus, get me it up; Make it smolder, Then, use its fatal nature To activate the future.

9. And simple: These are nacks, To muster control Over gods; Are junk and have been; That we all have interest vested- Let ignorance of it control Hereafter, same, so anon and amen.

10. Crowdsplain- First fruit the priest Hard and long, Find the tunnels, Writing what's impossible For the brain to conceive, That it may then be read back of, To supplant and supersede; So become possible.

11. And thither, the Wheatchief Will wave the sheaf Tomorrow- See how it goes? Ol' Cathode Ray, and Non-mathmatical aesthetic identities, The spirit of the radio take her.

12. That once the sheaf And all the while Be specific unto thy niche- Nativize unto thy platform, For, the experience shall follow The rhyzome's swerve and function, So that the user-expectation be wrought From whence the contents be placed- In this case, Add in a lamb shank ponzi scheme to my platform; Smells wonderful.

13. So unto the titular character, Exerting such low level leverage as Begetteth me of an ephah cake, And a quarter hin of wine; I don't need the free stuff, I am a successful influencer, But shouldst you want me to advertise for suckers On my platform that I have built myself for free; Well, we're all getting along so good.

14. Then it's me first, And simple: see- That our boldest endeavours, And most exciting adventures- They have not yet even begun; That, in spite of all the detritus, In the teeth of all that we've done, my boys, I tell you: The best Is yet To come.

15. Then, 49 days later, Seek whence Thought might come in sequence, And I'm really so blessed and thankful to you all for being here; So, as thought comes in sequence And thus, it wasn't known where We are going here as we begun. O tensions, retensions- I use to used to run.

16. Know, influencers, I am the hype; So on-brand that I can give unto you, And through you, the trick- Pyramid that still stands For the thousands- Round it up; So nice.

17. And, super relevant- Optimize continuously, also, Compensate me handsomely; while Sacrifice may seem like a quick-success marketing strategy, It isn’t so. Such are the things that keep not happening; More food please.

18. Lots more, This is why the burden of proof for rhetorical claim Shall falleth shortly As among the Open Wounde who should maketh of such a claim; It is not upon the world to provide him a fallacy, But he, who's to prove the world its truth; which, Across all channels, He, rerewise, hath been completely unable to do.

19. So suffer him his own precarity; And then some; Think back to when, Twirrup twipip,-pwiwip, Suwee, psu, swoo swsoo, So sweepeth they in song, As we, quiet, Through our blossom comedown, That hideth our tiny singers, And the bulgence behind the wiltage, In the verges, Be of burgeoning seed.

20. And everyone wave; All this- so good as is it to be; And though under a hail Of black tormentors, Our torment, And through its over-drone, With no one remembering it happening, But, who'll remember the photograph?

21. Sit back; You've lost everything, So lo, olah, you remember how mother died- Bringing cow parsley into the tent of meaning; For she went by the umbels as we'd walked on the plain, And they had reminded her of those lace cushions That her ladies-in-waiting had carried, And so gave them the name.

22. Embassadors, Leave thy corners to disillusion; A true influencer ideally keeps doing What they genuinely gain of a passion for. They know their value and their need is not to shew it, So spend a lot of time reading news and sharing opinions with others online. By buying-up dozens of potential plots, They help to plot the exodus to less, And stake an astronaut over the shape of a woman. But politics isn’t about the weird worship of one dude, So his words became their actions.

23. Is it worth your time To try and ignore that, if, What you are listening to Is the most effective form of advertising- A babbling of a technique That hath impostulated language, Then, should things go well, We may even be able to rend a cross-paracleation With phantom trust-collaborators, Interested in guest-posting for backlinks and exposure, Thus, marrying into micro-influencers, And so tap into our y.

24. But be consistent: For my favourite casts come out the same- Here, crowdplain how a seventh month is a Sound the trumpet month; See how it goes? Lo, but half of me struggles with the whimsy Of the other side that's yet so entranced; No, I'm not sure why, it's just the way I feel.

25. Down tools, more please. Gnaw your own head off. All things positivity- and It is always negotiation; Not: You bring it to the tabernacle, I sing- There is no shortness of spirit In opinion To be cut down. Equal positives, so unto Those things that keep not happening.

26. There are voices you hear of, As quoted as begetters of insightful opinion, Who art themselves never made extant, Being only reported hereto as sources, And lo, that they are the influencers. And I'm super curious as to know what you guys think; Please be sure to leave your comments amid the margins.

27. Thence, afflict thy souls, For, tis atonement day- We're ten into the seventh, And the snap's back when I was An offensive lineman, And the pass sent over- The big lie, long, long to the long deceiver, Ah, burnt offerings- How original, Best look unto the analytics, And if they give you not access there unto , Verily, you are going to have to fight, Fight as peaceful as Sheol, Down, deep down and dirty- I'm not going to call it off.

28. Down tools; Atone to the dial tone, No one calls; Let Ladder Capital Createth of the sponsored post- Like many on the medium, To use an ode- I used to play the role; To laugh and laugh; Laugh til I despised all there was to laugh at, And then I stopped, And in the silence, saw what I had done.

29. But laughing is not so bad.

We've been a good wee band. Yes we have. No one is coming after us. And if you're alright, mack, You'll get cut off.

30. So workers got destroyed That day, And Aaron was frustrated, And livid. Reach round; Feel thy spine. The way people stop you From being helpful When you are helpful, So that you cannot be helpful, So that they can cut you From your people.

31. Tardiness in perpetuity, Aye, today, it is Yplangenday- Well, I'll have to put myself Through some more adamantine Paces than god allows, else I'll never get enough done.

32. And be bold, For, you'll need to deracinate; Chancers are toxic vocations Within the tent of meaning; It's content; it's all content- Divide and game, so- Focus and grow. I mean to make sure That you are a consistent- Start of the ninth evening , End of the next.

33. God doesn't eat though, That I can see- For all that we give him, God doesn't eat.

34. Crowd, 15/7, and tabernacle feast week; Still his words became their actions, Shrill, until the doctrine of laches, When the searched-after Faithless elector went libertarian, Like many on the medium, Clade unto such bolled and novel obstacles What stretched where chance was slim, And slim was still in quarantine.

35. To start again, down tools, For, lo, if you want to be in a prison camp, You needst allow yourself the luxury Of being stupid enough to get captured.

36. Sacrifice? Spluttereth the LORD: But I'm fed up with so much burnt rubbish, I wish for forced fresh rhubarb, So shunt and jive; I've Optimized, and optimize continuously.

37. Drinks break; take life indicting, Gratify all at a local craven hire scheme, Go abroad singing, so merrylike, To slough off the whole As one enormous rhyzome. Deus Hic! God is drunk! I heard that, Brian Leg-Coverall.

38. O well done Jehus, And good to be with you, Yes you, Who are good in a crisis; A reminder- I'm working with mischief.

39. Wait, rest again, To live is to live through An embarrassment of times, Damarkated as meaningful riches, That will not be well remembered. Really, I am so blessed.

40. But try to ask of a question; So that thy congregation Might make communion in answer, See how it goes? Say, But why, isn't it A bit like palm sunday? The stream changeth its name As it passeth through each neighbourhood. I knew it as; Well it doesn't matter- You're not reposting, nor liking my banal repartee, So, unfollow.

41. And it goes; for I have giv'n unto them a scapegoat, But they cast it not out; So shall there be a reaving that will follow, and Themselves, they shall be cut off from.

42. Then all ye home-born booth dwellers In dwelling booths, Shall dwell in booths seven days and know That you are living in the rhyzome..

43. And everyone will know that I made you do this- The old booth dwellers, needing my rescue out of Egypt, So weakened, the Open Wounde stayeth open; And remember to tell us what you think, Way down, deep down, down in the margins.

44. And Mose went about with the crowdsplaining Old loud-haler; A simple fellow out of storybook glen, From the tent of meaning, From the twilight men, He ran and told- And the thing is, They were too clever To not know what they were doing- So the target becomes bios; Is the common psychle, The answer- How would you like it? Is - 'I didn't'. And that therein has a hold and salience, As before tends to be the best time to regret- It is a kind of nonsense. I'm so merry

I'm so merry and sad.

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honeymoonjin · 4 years

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im interested in starting a writing blog, but kind of nervous about the possibility of negative interactions etc or that my writing wont be good enough :// ik u prob get asks abt advice all the time, but what was it like when u first started ur acct? is there anything u'd want past-sora to know abt starting a blog?

when i first started, i honestly had a pretty unhealthy perspective on notes and such. i kept changing the content i put out, trying to see what would get me the most notes, and it felt like a really lonely venture. i actually wasn’t very happy until i joined got into a net (btssmutclub, which is no longer active) and signed up for a collab. my group of 7 was all about summer workers - it’s where i wrote upstream colour - and that was a huge turning point for me. i saw how amazing it was to be in a group where we hyped each other up, where i could make friends and discuss things with people and it honestly inspired me to start writing works that kinda had some sort of meaning or impact, things i cared about.

i also want to be VERY clear that a huge misconception in the fanfic world is that you’re either good, really good, or bad. i was a rubbish writer when i started probably a year and a half ago. i had no clue what i was doing, i struggled to make anything longer than like 1.2k words, and my ideas were super poorly executed. but i still got support and love from the readers i did have, and it encouraged me to try harder. i know it really doesn’t seem like it, but writing is a sport that you need to practice. you just have to keep playing over and over until you get the hang of it and develop a personal style and focus. so don’t stress about not being good enough. every fic you write will be a little better than the one you wrote before, so don’t forget that it’s not a black and white thing, it’s a scale that just keeps going up and up.

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atalienart · 4 years

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I know there's art on my blog once in a blue moon and there's like words, words, words but hear me out. Season 2 of The Magnus Archieves was good and there were a few of really cool episodes, and that killing scene was super distressing to listen to, idk what's about just hearing stuff but it's more shocking than watching the same thing in a movie. I was like omg, my jaw dropped and stayed like that until the end. And the first episode of season 3 was also great. (The only thing that I wish was different is that I sometimes switch off and then don't know who is who :/) But I love Jonathan Simms, idk how he does that but he sounds different every time he reads each statement which is so cool! Love his voice. (Also, apart from podcasts, I feel so anxious and it doesn't let me sleep, I go to bed late but it doesn't matter, whenever I go to bed I lay there until like 6 or 7am. I can't listen to music because if I do I start to sing one song on repeat in my head and it's so annoying. I'm tired but jumpy and hype. I want to talk to someone but conversations scare me and everything annoys me. Wish there was someone I'd trust to be myself around but oh well, someone with good emotions because I'm an emotional sponge these days. And I hate to feel anxious, I hate it. It's such a horrible feeling. I'm trying to finish the last 3 pages of the comic but I'm not sure I'll manage to do that to post it this week. Drawing random faces and staying in my comfort zone helped me overcome the art block eventually but I'm still a bit itchy and I there's this feeling that I don't draw enough. Social media are honestly damaging when it's about self-esteem. I need to wake up early tomorrow and I'm still awake. Wonder if I manage to get some sleep tonight...) Don't reblog this rubbish, thanks :) Hope you have a good night.

#jabbernaty

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diyunho · 5 years

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The Joker x Reader - “The One That Got Away” Part 2

The terrorist attack targeting Wayne National Bank nearly three years ago left only one survivor behind: Y/N almost died from the injuries, but she was lucky enough to wake up at the hospital days later. It was so hard to cope with the news: on top of losing her eyesight, the young woman lost her co-workers also and strangely enough the one responsible for the entire tragedy wasn’t The Clown Prince of Crime.

Four weeks later

“Now we’re going up five steps,” Bruce announces and you carefully walk holding on to his arm. “Almost there. Do you want more champagne or a cocktail?”

“Actually Mister Wayne, I would like a shot of whiskey,” you reply and he signals the bartender.

“I wouldn’t mind one either,” he adds and orders: “Two shots of whiskey please!”

“How long do we have to be here?” you exhale, enjoying the ambiance nevertheless. You wish this could be one of the instances when you are able to see; it must be a really fancy venue. Unfortunately, your vision didn’t return at all after the incident leading up to The Joker saving you from the Triple Star gang.

“Maybe another hour or so, unless you don’t feel well and then I can drive you back to your apartment.”

“I’m ok, no worries. It’s just a bit weird: I’m not used to this kind of stuff,” a nervous Y/N confesses.

“Charity balls can be overwhelming,” Bruce nods in agreement. “Everyone talks and talks, eats, drinks and talks some more. The purpose is to make these rich people give up on their money for good causes so it’s worth it.”

You laugh at his honesty, making sure to underline you’re grateful for the opportunity:

“Thank you for including my charity; I really appreciate it and it means a lot. I will be able to help more people.”

“It’s the least I can do,” Bruce sighs, grabbing the drinks from the bartender. “Here you go,” the glass is given to you. “Since this year it was my turn to organize the event, might as well use the hype from what happened to the Angel of Gotham and get you more funding. Sorry, I don’t want to sound insensitive,” he apologizes when he notices the change in your mood. “That was stupid to say,” Bruce admonishes himself and you try to stir the conversation towards another topic.

“It’s fine; I understand what you mean, Mister Wayne,” you taste a sip of alcohol and continue. “If you want to ask any questions about what happened… you can.”

The billionaire puckers his lips, debating on the unexpected chance to dig out some information that could shed some light on your abduction and surprising intervention from The Clown Prince of Crime. He did read the police report with your statement courtesy of Commissar Gordon, yet off the record discussion is more than welcomed.

“Let’s go on the terrace then for more privacy,” he suggests and you take Bruce’s arm again, following his guidance.

You pass by people engaged in several chats, hoping nobody will stop you for trivial interrogations you’re not comfortable answering.

“Did they… did they…e-hem… do… anything…ummm…to you?” Bruce stutters because he has no idea how to convey the inquiry without sounding like a total jerk invading your personal life.

“I said it to the cops also: no, I wasn’t sexually assaulted,” you reaffirm and he grumbles, relieved.

“Thank goodness,” the 35 year old taps your fingers. “I don’t even know why my mouth even uttered such rubbish…I know it’s none of my business,” and he immediately corrects the sentence. “As in of course I would care about something like that, but I shouldn’t force you to share.”

“You’re digging your own grave, Mister Wayne,” you interrupt his tirade since he doesn’t know how to handle the situation.

“Uh, I know. I’m sorry Y/N,” and you laughter makes him chuckle too. “Bad luck,“ Bruce concludes as soon as you are both on the patio. “There are lots of people outside; do you mind using the small conference room? It’s empty,” he gazes through the opened glass doors and you follow him, compliant.

“Of course, no problem.”

“Let’s take a sit on this purple couch,” he urges and you oblige, smiling:

“So many purple items around here,” Y/N has to emphasize because Bruce kept on describing the environment to her and that stood out. “A splash of color never hurts; it must be really nice.”

“I like purple; it’s my favorite color,” he stares at you, searching for a reaction when the tip of the knife he’s holding almost touches your cornea. But there’s no reflex and the man smirks, returning the blade to his pocket. He drinks some more, restarting the debriefing:

“Do you know where you were taken? I mean, I know you are not able to see, still did anything catch your attention? Any noises? Particular smells?”

“No, nothing” you pout. “I assume it was outside town: it was quiet and Gotham is never silent. They transported me in a van, a larger vehicle. I’m sure of that since there were several individuals with me. A few moments after being kidnapped I was hit in the head and passed out.”

And when you woke up you were blind again, not that Bruce needs to know.

“I think I was locked in a basement, very tiny space…I was given some food and water. I lost track of time and at one point I heard someone yelling that The Joker arrived, then a lot of turmoil and a harsh argument. It worsened and almost lost my mind when the shooting started: I was so scared and had no clue about what the hell was happening.”

You pause and gulp, the memory of the frightful circumstances making you shrug.

“My apologies,” Bruce remorsefully hums. “I shouldn’t make you recall such an unpleasant experience… I will get us some grape juice on ice.”

“Grape juice?...” you take advantage of the welcomed change in topic. Great way to divert your attention from the anxiety you feel while saying out loud what you already disclosed to the cops.

“It’s such a refreshing beverage; I can’t live without it,” he admits and tries to stand up but you stop him.

“Please don’t go; if someone stumbles upon this room in your absence it will be awkward for me; you’re the only person I know at this reception.”

“Of course,” Bruce agrees right away. “I’m definitely not in my best shape today; we can go and get the drinks together.”

“That’s better,” you smile yet don’t show any signs you want to move so he patiently waits; the philanthropist assumes there’s more you wish to say and he doesn’t push for a continuation of your story.

Y/N finishes the drink and glares at the man veiled in darkness just like everything else surrounding her.

“Do you know what the scariest part was, Mister Wayne?”

Complete stillness and you whisper:

“When I heard somebody screamed: Grenade! It was such a powerful explosion, it reminded me of what happened that day at the bank…”

Bruce doesn’t respond and a tearful Y/N wraps up her story in a way that makes her date impatient for the grand finale:

“The air was so thick I couldn’t even breathe and I fainted. I remember hands digging me out from under the rubble, words and sentences I couldn’t comprehend since I was drifting in and out of consciousness. And then I woke up at the hospital…”

“Mmm…” Bruce pouts. “Do you have any idea why The Joker saved you?”

“I was told about the incident at my Soup Kitchen…and I was shocked. I have no idea why he did that…” you reveal not mentioning you spent countless hours debating about it.

“Possibly because he’s sick and tired of The Triple Star gang meddling with his plans? What kind of stupid name is that anyway? Triple Star!!” he hisses. “Do you know they all have three star tattooed on their backs?! Who does that anymore?! What are they?! Kindergarten brats?!”

Why is Bruce getting so mad?!

“The Joker owns Gotham! Nobody else!!!”

You’re a bit uncomfortable with his rant and it shows.

“Mister Wayne…”

He has no more patience and you get cut off:

“You know why The Joker rescued you? Because he needs you for something, otherwise he wouldn’t have bothered. And to prove he’s in charge and not the competition!”

“Mister Wayne, please calm down. You’re making me nervous…” a concerned Y/N pleads.

The man scoffs, straining to regain control over himself.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he chuckles and takes your hand into his, amused by what he’s about to divulge. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Y-yes, of course,” you stammer and want to continue when he reaches over and kisses you, biting your lower lip seconds afterwards.

You wince in pain, freezing when the tone changes to one you hoped you won’t hear again:

“Oh my; am I too rough, sugar?”

You yank your hands away but he won’t let go.

“What is this?!” you pant, struggling to distance yourself from The Joker without success.

He laughs with all his heart, enjoying your stunned attitude.

“It’s your old pal J with the best voice synthesizer money can buy. It’s not that hard to copy someone’s voice with these things, especially since you can find interviews online with the pretty boy.”

You stop fighting his clasp and carefully listen to the wireless mike hidden in your ear:

“Remain calm, Y/N! No matter what you do, don’t set him off!”

The Clown Prince of Crime though has to brag about his achievement and makes sure to bring you up to speed:

“I picked you up in my limo before he did; the rich boy probably wondered where you were when he showed up at your apartment. Congratulations, sugar: you just stood up a billionaire,” the green haired madman snickers. “I have plenty of resources to recreate a party and people that work for me to pose as guests. You’re not at a charity ball, sugar; I simply took you to one of my humble abodes.”

You feel so exposed, yet your current situation demands a strong determination to help maintain the appearances. The Joker’s fingers suddenly go around your neck, the immediate threat resonating in the room:

“You will do money laundering for me! You will do as I say or I’ll make your life a living hell to the point of you now knowing what’s real and what’s not! Do I make myself clear?!!” he snaps and you nod a yes, obedient to his request.

“Good girl,” he sniffs your scent. “Now I should take you back, I’m tired with the charade; it was fun but exhausting,” he grins and can’t shut up: “The pretty boy must be wondering where you are.”

You want to hold in the defiant remark but can’t:

“What makes you think Mister Wayne doesn’t know where I am?”

“Oh shit!” you hear in your ear. “We’re moving in!”

The Joker frowns, intrigued: the red dots focusing on his chest are an affirmation of snipers ready to take him out.

“What did you do, sugar?” he barks and takes the knife out of his pocket, stabbing your abdomen: the resistance he encounters gives another clue he got played. Y/N is wearing a customized bullet proof vest under her cocktail dress but it’s not enough to stop the blade.

“T-thank you…” you have time to tell him before they barge in.

“For what?” he resentfully snarls, removing the knife from your body.

“For proving you don’t deserve to be saved,” you admit with such serenity he’s thrown off for once.

The noise of broken glass and shattered objects makes you jump as you moan in pain.

“On your knees!!!” the squad barges in, aiming their rifles at The Joker. “Drop the weapon! NOW!”

The gun shots echoing throughout the house are a logical testimony that the SWAT team is swiping out the premises, taking out those from The Joker’s crew daring to fight back.

“Hands above your head!” the team leader shouts and the kneeled King of Gotham obeys with a demented smirk as the knife he dropped is being kicked away from him.

“Civilian hurt, requiring medical assistance!” another team member requests, pressing on your wound. “Don’t worry Miss, you’ll be fine. OK?” the guy reassures. “You were very brave,” he praises your skills. You lay down on the couch, shaking from the throbbing ache.

“I don’t feel very brave…”

**************

5 Months Later, Arkham Asylum

The buzz lets you know the 6th gate for Level 1 Clarence is opened and you can pass towards you final destination: the highest security area inside the Arkham Asylum reserved for the most dangerous criminally insane.

“Here she is,” the guard points at the one of the screens depicting Y/N searching the space in front of her with the cane. “Punctual as always,” he tries to joke with Bruce Wayne.

“I know,” he flatly responds. “I’m the one that brings her here.”

The head of security gives the guard a disapproving gaze and the subaltern shuts it down, pretending not to notice the sour expression on his boss’s face.

The four men present watch the monitors in silence while a geared up staff helps you enter the interrogation room where The Joker already awaits, tight up in his straightjacket and chained up to the floor. You take a sit across from his chair, the white table separating the two people being the only object standing out in the padded room.

The Clown intensely stares at the table and you blankly glare at him; that’s how every visit goes: 10 minutes every week on Wednesdays, perfect quietness since he didn’t articulate a single word after he was captured 5 months ago.

The Arkham Asylum patients are not allowed to have visitors, yet Bruce Wayne and his lawyers found a loophole that allows Y/N to briefly visit The King of Gotham once every seven days. That’s all they were able to obtain without going to court and it was fine with you: it’s better than nothing so you didn’t argue.

The Joker has the right to refuse the visit but he never does: he shows up for the short meetings, not talking nor looking your way. Who knows what’s going on in his brain besides the obvious insanity?...

“I admire her courage,” the head of security addresses Commissar Gordon since he’s the fourth person there. “Even if I don’t get it: why would she want to be around a crazy psychopath? He tried to murder her!”

Jim scratches his chin, sharing a theory him and Bruce talked about:

“He didn’t aim to kill, otherwise he would have cut her throat or stabbed her in the head. I suppose that in his twisted mind he sees Y/N as a worthy adversary because I’m sure he didn’t expect a blind woman to give him so much trouble. We’ve been trying to catch him for a long time and we finally succeeded thanks to her agreeing to be the bait. When we approached Y/N with the idea, we knew he might target her after he saved her from the kidnappers. There’s no way The Joker would do something like that without a purpose. We discretely guarded her 24/7 and made sure to stay out of sight in order not to arise any suspicions since he was watching for sure. He’s not stupid: he planned his scheme carefully and maybe we had sheer luck with the whole operation. Who knows?”

“Sorry to interrupt,” the guard gestures at the screen. “I think he said something!”

“Holy crap!” Gordon blurs out. “Rewind and turn up the volume!”

The camera feed is replayed for the small group watching the short conversation that just took place.

“Can I help you?” The Joker’s husky tone is discerned.

“No,” the indifferent Y/N instantly replies.

“I’ll be damned!” the guard opens his mouth in amazement. “He talked to her!”

The monitor reverts to live broadcast and everyone holds their breath when you get up from your chair and J protests:

“Your 10 minutes aren’t up yet!”

You’re still standing and he wiggles in his straightjacket, uncomfortable.

“I have this strand of hair tickling my cheek; drives me nuts. Would you fix my locks? I can’t do it myself since I’m in a little bit of predicament for the moment.”

They watch you walk around the table and searching around with your hands while the madman grins, actually guiding you.

“Two more steps to your left. Now one more straight forwards. Another one. Jackpot!” he purrs when your fingers search for the strand of green hair you cannot see, but it’s not that hard to find.

“Alert the wards to intervene!” the head of security orders but Gordon has a different opinion:

“No, let her do it if she wants to.”

You caress his hair a few times, turning around to go back to your chair.

“Thank you sugar,” J sarcastically offers fake gratitude. “I truly don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Yes, you’re fortunate The Angel of Gotham took pity on you and got rid of that horrible itch.”

The Joker can’t hold in a disturbing laugh since he finds your statement entertaining by his quirky standards.

“I’m honored. Hey... hey, come back here: I have another itch you can scratch!”

You get ready to criticize his remark and he’s aware.

“It’s my collar bone, sugar! I’m not a perv, don’t get worked up for nothing!” The Clown pretends to get angry at your assumption.

You return by his side and bury your fingers in his jacket, gently scratching the soft skin.

“That’s moooore like it,” he purrs louder, the satisfying groan making you retract your arm. “Ahhh, so nice of you to help a friend in need,” the entitled silver smile dies out on his lips once you interrupt:

“We’re not friends!”

“Of course we are,” he sneers. “I stabbed you: that’s how I seal the deal.”

Gordon furrows his eyebrows, totally captivated by the chat.

“What is she doing?...” he asks as a rhetorical question and Bruce enlightens everyone anyway:

“Playing his game…”

Back in the padded room you stump back to your spot and grab your cane, preparing to bail.

“Are you gonna come see me again?” The Joker curiously demands to know.

“No.”

“Why not?”

You huff and he cackles, entertained:

“That’s fine, I’ll survive: just like you survived the Wayne Bank terrorist attack and the basement I dug you out of.”

It’s so hard not to fight his venomous barking.

But you keep it together and the custodian opens the door, a weary Y/N emerging from her weekly visit with The Joker yelling and squirming behind her, enraged he cannot escape confinement:

“Who dug you out, huh? Who dug you out? Was it The Batman? The police? Or me?”

He’s becoming more and more agitated, the chief of security pressing a button that opens a sealed exit to The Joker’s left.

“Sedate him,” he commands the six caretakers rushing in while The Clown keeps screaming:

“Get back here!! That’s an order!!” and your disobedience prompts another tantrum as they inject him with the sleep medicine: “Who do you think you are, hm?” he shouts so loud it finally triggers a reaction from your part; you slowly spin towards him, making sure to articulate the perfect words:

“I’m the one that got away.”

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sternerstufftoys · 4 years

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[Jaws pun]

Chaps, we ought to talk about the forgotten. The ones left behind. Those Transformers who made their name not as part of one of the kerzillions of G1 permutations, but from other lines. Those that can stand their ground as part of a CHUG collection, but have no significant presence within G1. Yesterday’s Barricade had started from the Bayverse and been officially imported via Siege. This week we'll look at a few more Decepticons with varying amounts of canonicity.

I mean, I absolutely hate the idea of using canon as a rigidly defined gospel anyway (ugh, mixing my theological metaphors). Do what you like, you don't need the word of a Hasbro employee to make your collection choices more or less legitimate. Case in point: Sky-Byte. Sure, he was brought into the IDW universe partway through, which technically makes him canon, but come on. His comic appearances mostly coincided with his Thrilling 30 toy's presence on shop shelves, and the moment they vanished, so did he, outside of a few scant cameos.

Far more importantly, Sky-Byte was pretty much the most memorable of the 2001 Robots in Disguise cartoon, mostly by virtue of being one of only a few genuinely original characters in the whole thing. Sideburn was Cheetor, X-Brawn was Ironhide, you know the drill. But an insecure warrior poet on the villain team was something new, so older fans who were finding the show otherwise snoozeworthy in how utterly bland and familiar it all was could perk up whenever Sky-Byte came on screen.

Let's be honest, RID was not a good show. Most of the criticisms of the following year's Armada cartoon could be laid at RID's feet as well. It's usually more fondly remembered though, which is probably due to the way that Armada's huge launch (a massive reboot of the franchise as a whole) was heavily hyped, and the resulting dreary mess of an anime was a huge letdown. Conversely, RID had relatively little hype, and with expectations still low after the poor reception of Beast Machines, RID could just sail through on a cloud of indifference.

Still, Sky-Byte just about earns his place as breakout character, being a huge pileup of weirdness wrapped in a suspiciously fishy shell. His original toy was a redeco of the Beast Wars Transmetal 2 character Cybershark, and by all accounts it's a toy which still more or less stands up these days. But simply rereleasing an old toy would look suspiciously lazy, so a new T30 toy was designed. All well and good, and all they had to do was find a way to improve on that 15 year-old design. And...

...and that's the problem. While T30 Sky-Byte is a decent enough toy, it needed to blow its predecessor clean out of the water to make it's own mark, but it really struggles in that regard. There's just too many ways to criticise it, most notably the utterly lacklustre robot limbs. It's easy to see the problem, and how the design tried to solve it. Like with a number of Prime toys, Sky-Byte tries to minimise his shellformer nature by folding kibble up into the limbs... but it never really works. The right bicep and both shins reveal an absolute lack of substance within, the kibble forming armour plating on top of nothing whatsoever. The right hand is particularly poor, unable to properly hold any 5mm accessories and showing up the fact that the elbow is orientated wrong, curving inward rather than upward. Great for shaking your fist at the sky or calling Scourge a wanker, but rubbish for everything else.

He makes much more sense in shark mode, but best of luck getting him there. The transformation is a right faff, not quite to the level of Straxus, but not far off. Unsurprisingly it essentially involves wrapping the shark bits around the remaining shards of robot skeleton, but the finished effect is something of a looker. But the problem here is that Sky-Byte's permanently fused into an arcing pose, as if leaping out of the water to grab some poor sod out of the air or something. Put him flat on a surface then, and it looses all that dynamism, and just looks a bit naff. What you need is a 3mm figure stand to plug up the tiny shark bumhole and show off his mighty leap. So I did, only to have the end of the stand break off inside said bumhole and become permanently lodged in there. With no way of pushing it out from the other side it got stuck in a vaccuum, which is a problem I know the designers are aware of because every other joint on every other toy since 1995 has had slits and holes to let air through when disconnecting them.

So to recap: the one and only Transformer to specifically require a flight stand does not come with one, and is in serious danger of breaking such a stand if you try and use it. That really isn't okay.

Again, this is not an upgrade from the 2001 toy. It is at best a side-step, replacing one fun but flawed toy with an entirely different fun and flawed toy. But at least the old one didn't have a bumhole that ate everything it came into contact with.

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darkdevasofdestruction · 5 years

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Chapter 2 - The Rogue and The Bard

“Okay, so…You really go play board games with 12 year olds?” Billy asked, raising an eyebrow, not believing what I was saying. “Yes. Dungeons and Dragons, it’s called.” I tried to explain to him. “And you’re…Uh…Part of their ‘Party’ ?” he continued, looking at me in disbelief. “Yes. Mike is the Paladin, Will is the Cleric, Lucas is the Ranger, Dustin is the Bard and El is the Mage.” I smiled, looking at him as he drove us to school. “And what are you, babe? The charmer of the group? The Fox?” he chuckled, looking at me. “There’s no Foxes in DnD, you, idiot.” Max grumbled from the backseat. “I’m the Rogue…A Tiefling Rogue. That’s why they called me Fox. Rogues are sneaky and sly.” I grinned at him and continued.“I think you’d make a fine Bard. You have charisma, dexterity and strength.” I try to hype him up, but he only smirked at me with a confused look. “Uhm…You can go around and smack people in the head with a lute.” I grin at him, making him slowly start smiling at how weird it sounded, then chuckled. “I’ll buy a lute just for that.” he let out an amused breath before looking back at the road. “Why did they let you in the Party and not me?” the poor redhead pouted. “Would you want me to talk to them? You see, some of them may have some…Issues, but it’s nothing personal. El, our Mage…She disappeared just a few ago and we kinda miss her. I guess they may be reluctant to have anyone else join us because they miss her.” I told her in a soft voice. “Why couldn’t they tell me that in the first place?!” she leaned frontwards, between mine and Billy’s seats, looking at me. “Well…To put it simple, Max…It’s a problem among all ages. We lack one fundamental skill that could solve more than 80% of our problems and that is, drum roll…Communication.” I say dramatically, making her giggle confused. “What do you mean by that? We all talk so much, don’t we?” she asked again, very curious. “Yes, but that’s different. When you talk, you can either hear, just like you do with any noise, or listen, which you only do when you actually use your brain. Thing is, Max…Most of us don’t know how to Communicate. Your problem with the Idiot Party could have been solved very easily if only they were up for communication, but they’re a bunch of silly nerds. Really. Many people pretend to listen, but they don’t and you realise that only when they get busted.” turning to look at her, I smile and pat her head. “I’d say don’t take it personally, they’re just boys, they’re stupid…But I can talk to them. Believe me or not, I know how to make them listen.” “Whoa, really? You can do that?” she gleamed and practically radiated joy. “That’s why they call me Fox, remember~?” I wink at her with a chuckle, before realising we’ve already arrived. “I say, the way things are, my sister’s gonna charm you before I do.” he scoffed, seeing Max skateboard to her classes. “Awww, come on, Billy, don’t be like that. She’s a real sweetheart. I like her around me, just like I like you.” I nudge him slightly, despite not even budging him. “Besides, it’s nice to finally have proper conversations, y'know?” I shrug a bit, looking away. “Say, babe, wanna see me at practice today? You can cheer for me as I beat the shit out of that Pussy Harrington.” he boasted, putting an arm around my shoulder. “I…Hope not literally, but at the game.” I chuckled nervously, looking up at him slightly. “Fine, fine, whatever you want.” Billy raised his arms in defeat in a joking manner. “Billy! That was mean!” I grinned, trying to stifle my laugh. “Now, there, toots, is where you are wrong and you don’t even believe yourself. I heard your sweet giggle.” he poked my cheek, making me blush slightly and look down. “What time?” I asked, sighing, hoping that nothing will interfere. “First class after lunch.” he flashed a charming smile my way. “I guess that can work. Sure, I’ll be there. But, uhm…Apart from the fact that you gotta score…I know literally nothing about Basketball.” I confessed awkwardly. “Well, you got the gist of it. Leave the rest to me.” he winked, putting his shades on his head. “Project, after?” “If you want to, sure!” I smiled

With that, I went on with my daily at classes, and gotta say, time flew by pretty fast, and before I knew it, lunch began and I went outside to eat, just as I always do, listening to music on my cassette iPod. An hour went by fast and I had to go see Billy’s practice match, his team against Steve’s, and for once, I was a tiiiiny bit intrigued by sports. I enter the P.E. room shyly, seeing how everyone was busy doing the warming up, and I sit on the bleachers, opening my book and reading “The Lord Of The Rings”, my absolute favourite fantasy book, before the match began.

“Hey, Black, this place is for sweating, not reading! Give that here!” a voice yelled in my ear, making me yelp, before they took the book from my hands. “Give me my book back, please!” I stand up quietly, trying not to draw attention to myself. “Why are you here? This is hardly a proper place for you.” Steve scoffed, looking at the book. “Psh, what’s this rubbish? You’re really reading this? Nerd.” he rolled his eyes, holding the book above his head, barely out of my reach. “If you want it back that badly, reach up!” he continued, laughing. “Come on, please, give it back! I didn’t come here for trouble, I just wanted to cheer for a friend!” I tried to say, trying to reach my book. “Friend? You? Of all people? Don’t be kidding.” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Hey, lookie here, King Harrington! Too afraid to face me and you prefer harassing a girl? You’re such a pussy.” Billy’s voice echoed from behind Steve, as he easily got the book from his hand. “Why don’t cha come on the field and fight someone your size?” he smirked, getting in his face. “I won’t let you win, Hargrove.” Steve sneered, annoyed, before bumping his shoulder into Billy’s and going to field to his team. “So, you came to cheer on me. Guess now I can’t lose, huh?” he smirked, flexing a bit as he took off his shirt. “Be careful out there. If you flex and show off too much, you might forget you’re playing and not trying to find your next hook up.” I smirked slightly, gingerly taking my book from his hand. “Thank you. I appreciate you standing up for me…Again.” I smiled softly, rubbing his arm a bit, as a way to both say Good Luck and Thank you. “Who needs a hook up when I have to charm the pants off of ya?” he got closer to my face, in a teasing manner. “Go fuck them up…Babe.” I whisper lowly in his ear, as the smirk never left my face, and yet, I back down and looked away slightly. “Great, now I’m turned on and it’s entirely your fault.” he shook his head, biting his lip as he jogged to court, ready to start the game.

The game soon started, and while I have to admit I had no idea what was going on, I would cheer every time Billy would score. I think that’s what I’m supposed to do, right?

The whistle blew and Harrington had the ball, dribbling left and right, until Billy came in front of him, looking intimidating as ever, and they seemed to be…Talking? Do people talk during games? They would bump into each other a lot, before Billy somehow threw him to the ground and got the ball, showing off again as he marked yet another point for his team, then turning to wink my way as he saw I was clapping.

What a jerk.

The whistle blew again, one of the shirtless guys was dribbling the ball and Steve was blocking him, but, of course, since he’s the best player in our year, Billy managed to easily secure the ball and dribbled it away from Steve, but then stopped and started taunting Harrington.

“King Steve! King Steve, everyone! I like it, play it tough today.” he got closer to his face, annoying Steve. “Jesus! Do you ever stop talking?! Come on!” Steve tried to make Billy shut up, but to no avail. “What? Afraid the coach is gonna bench you now that I am here? Huh?” Billy laughed as easy going as usual, then dribbled and pushed past Steve and stop ANOTHER point.

This time, instead of looking at me, he went to Steve, offered to help him get up, but told him something in a very intimidating voice and let him fall to the ground again, before coming in front of me, putting his arms on his hips, smirking cockily and panting.

“Liked the show, babe?” he asked, his chin up. “I have no idea what I watched, but hey, I think you won, right? Congrats! It looked like you did all the job, so I guess I know why the teacher likes you.” I clapped my hands in front of my chest, praising him. “Look at her being so cute. Didn’t I tell ya you were melting my heart? Come 'ere, gimme a hug!” he approached me, but I yelped, giggled a bit before stepping back. “No, no, no. Go take a shower first, then I’ll hug you, okay?” I put my hands up to signal him to stop moving, but he only chuckled. “One of these days, I won’t be the only one sweating, babe.” he teased in a low voice, making me blink and tilt my head in confusion. “I…I don’t do sports, Billy, what do you mean?” I smile at him. “You…You didn’t get that, did you?” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “Uh…No, sorry.” I grin awkwardly. “Never mind. Wait for me by the car, will ya? Unless you wanna join me in the shower.” he winked, giving me a charming look. “Okay, I’ll wait you outside. See ya!” I said cheerfully, walking to his Camaro.

However, before I reached the car, I saw Max and Lucas arguing and I ran to them, putting my hands on her shoulders.

“Hey, guys! What brings you here?” I asked, trying to calm down the waters a bit. “Lucas, here, and the rest of his stupid party, don’t understand anything! They act like they want me to be their friend, but then they treat me like garbage!” she yells at him, annoyed. “That’s not true!” Lucas tried to defend himself, but Max refuted with a simple “Yes it is!” “Is this about the AV club meetings?” I went between them, looking left and right. “Yes! They can’t stop keeping secrets from me and it’s so annoying! We’re not in 2nd grade anymore!” she shouted, very angry, making me sigh. “Okay, kids, calm down. First of all, Lucas, I really need to talk to you guys about this. Max deserves to be in the party too, okay? She’d be a great addition. Secondly…Is this about…About Will?” I ask the second question a bit quieter. “Yes, yes it is! Don’t get me wrong, I want Max in our party, but we’re 6 in our party, not only me, and I can’t decide by myself! You, me and Dustin want her, but Will is barely around anymore and Mike declines every time, because of El!” he raised his voice at me, making me smile in annoyance and sign for him to calm down. “Okay, kids, okay, I understand your problems and while I do think Max should be in our party, I think we should talk, the 6 of us…Like, have a REAL talk, because things have gone out of control these days and I wasn’t able to stay in contact with you too much because of school stuff, as you know. Now…Uhm…You should have told me Will wasn’t okay. El is not the only one like that, if you remember. I will tell Max everything that happened to us so none of you will be able to complain again.” I said sternly, looking at Lucas, who widened his eyes. “Wait, why would you do that?! We’re supposed to keep it a secret from everyone! We’re already 6 people and Will’s mum who know these things! You know how words spread! It’s a small town!” he tried to protest, worried, but I only shook my head. “I trust Max with my life and I vouch for her. She won’t spread our secrets, I’m sure of that. She just wants to be your friend, morons. Oh, Max, your brother is here. Let’s go home, shall we?” I asked her softly, leading her to the car. “Sure. Oh, and, you still stink!” she shouted past he shoulder, letting him panic there all alone. “Boys can be real jerks, huh?” I shrugged, rolling my eyes. “Don’t worry, I will show you something you’ll never forget.” “Yes, please~!” she grinned up at me until we got in front of Billy, who looked pretty annoyed. “Hey, King Billy, how are you feeling after such a glorious win? I mean, I think it was glorious, considering how relaxed you were every time you showed off so shamelessly.” I teased him, motioning to Max to get in the car. “With you cheering for me oh so pretty, what was I supposed to do?” he asked, flexing a bit. “Mind if I come over? Or are your parents home? Max asked me to chat and do some girl stuff. Is that okay with you? If not, she can come over at mine?” I smiled at him sweetly. “Awe, come on, toots, stop smiling at me like that, y'know I can’t refuse you. They ain’t home yet, you can come over. But don’t think the little twerp can have you all for herself all day.” he winked in approval, which made me hug him tightly. “Thanks, Billy! You’re the best!” I say, kissing his knuckles before rushing to the passenger’s seat. “Whoa, babe, what was that? Shouldn’t I have been the one to do that?” he asked slowly as he got in his seat, looking at me a bit weirdly. “Does it matter? I think it’s sweet no matter who does it. It was my way of thanking you.” I give him a soft smile as I lean back on my seat, closing my eyes. “Hmm…Hey, toots, can ya hold somethin’ for me?” he asked as he started the car and left the parking lot. “Of course.” I replied absent-minded.

Without realising, something warm softly lifted my hand a bit, and as I opened my eyes, I see Billy’s hand pressed to mine, his fingers intertwined with mine. He wasn’t looking at me, instead, his eyes were fixed on the road, an almost invisible blush gracing his sun-kissed cheeks, making me smile at him. I was debating whether or not I should say something or not, but I settled for just squeezing his hand a bit and turning the music volume a tad higher, which made him grin.

We sang the lyrics to the songs, which made the ride home pretty fast, like usual. When we got out of the car, Max went to my side and dragged me inside, making me chuckle at her eagerness. We both sat on her bed and she looked at me with such curious eyes that she made me want to hug her constantly.

“So, uhm…This is all gonna sound very crazy. It’s gonna be SO crazy that you will think I’m lying, but honestly, out of all those idiots, I’m the person you’ll believe and I’ll show you why, at the end.” I began, smirking a bit at her reactions. “The secret the guys hide is…Like a real life DnD campaign. With the Demogorgon and all that. I know, I know, bullshit, huh? Well, I can’t show you one YET, but by the time I grind some sense into those idiots…Well, I mean, hopefully you WON’T get to see any monster, they are super scary, but like…Basically, there’s this monster that kidnapped Will and got him in other world and uh…We found his body, but this one is the real one, and uhm…Well, we managed to get rid of the monster…I and El, more like, and the way I saw Lucas today, I think something’s happened to Will. Bad enough that maybe the monster managed to find another way here.” I took a deep breath after ranting all that out, making the girl look at me like I just said the Earth was flat. “Okay, okay…So then…Let’s say I believe you. You have no reason to lie, unless you’re schizophrenic or something. First of all, who is this El? And secondly, how did you stop the monsters?” she asked skeptically, but wanting to be proven wrong. “Well…El…El is short for Eleven. She was an experiment who managed to escape and we found her.” I explained to her with a big smile. “You expect me to believe that?” her incredulous look only made me chuckle at her. “Do you know what my real name is…Well, was, actually?” my smile turned into a smirk as soon as she shook her head. “My name was Three. Do you wanna know why?” again, her vigorous nod made me continue my story, as I pulled up my Tshirt sleeve, revealing the “3” tattoo. “Because I, too, was an experiment who managed to escape…That was 5 years ago.” I explained with a chuckle, seeing her mouth agape as she gingerly touched the tattoo. “Whoaa…And what did they do to you?” she asked again, looking as she was going to jump up and down from excitement. “What they did to me…Well, a lot of things. But that’s not the right question, Max. Y'know what the right question is~?” I teased her, before continuing. “What resulted after what they did to me~!” I smirked at her. “What happened? Did you get super powers or something?!” she screamed before I shushed her. “Do you see that notebook on the desk? Well…” I chuckled lowly before I made the notebook come into my hand. “It’s not there anymore, now, is it?” I winked at her when she started cheering and jumping on me. “OH MY GOD, THAT WAS SO COOL! DO THAT AGAIN! DO THAT AGAIN!!” she yelled excitedly, making me open her wardrobe’s door, before slamming it back and then opening the window, making her literally jump and clap at me. “THAT’S SO COOL!! WHO NEEDS WONDER WOMAN, WHEN WE HAVE YOU?! Imagine that! America’s Hero, Katrina Black, otherwise known as The Fox! Oh, look at her, she’s saving the day again! Whoooo!” she made a superhero pose, but I told her to stop in her tracks for a second. “I haven’t really used my powers in a very long time because…Well…It’s not really something you’d want to go out in the open with some people. But…Uhmm…Let me try to make you fly, or, uhm, well, float. Want that?” I asked shifting in a better position so I won’t screw up or anything. “You. Can. Do. That?!” she jaw-dropped, making me blush a bit. “Well…Kinda? Like…Just like how I managed to get the notebook, I can move you in the air. But it’s more difficult so it takes a bit of a strain, so if my eye or nose start to bleed, don’t worry, it’s normal, okay?” I assured her.

Taking a deep breath, I extend my arm towards her and focus, making her slowly raise into the air, moving her left and right as she giggled and pretended to be a superhero or that she was swimming. I couldn’t help but laugh with her, but I had to put her down before a headache would hit me and I could lose focus and drop her.

“Sorry I got you down, I was afraid I might drop you. I can do that again a bit later, if you want.” I cleared my throat, before ruffling her hair. “Is there anything else you want to hear? I should go to your brother and ask him if he’s up for some tutoring. I mean…I was supposed to give him a test yesterday, but I couldn’t come over yesterday, so I told him tomorrow…But I said that not realising tomorrow is Friday and he has a Basketball match, so that’s out of the question.” I scratch awkwardly at my neck. “Say…Do you like my brother? He’s more tolerable to be around since you appeared and…When you’re with us, he’s weirdly nice. Like…I would have never expected him to hold a girl’s hand like that. He’s such a man whore and he’s so violent! …But I guess I kinda get him, in a way. His dad is really…Really…A huge asshole.” she murmurs the last part before flinging herself down on her bad. “Do you…Want to talk about it?” I lean on my arm, petting her hair softly. “If you want to listen…Yeah. Maybe this way you’ll understand Billy better. Who knows, maybe you can tame him or something, I dunno.” she sighed, burying her face in her pillow. “You know…Billy has saved me from bullying twice since you came. And he’s been very sweet with me so far. I…I know he whores around a lot and he’s very violent…And gosh darn it, he flirts with me more than he breathes, I think…But I really appreciated that he didn’t beat up a guy when I asked him to. He had him by the throat, and I begged him not to punch him…And he didn’t.” I confess, putting my head on the pillow next to her. “Woaw…Sure that was my brother?” she chuckled, turning on her side. “Haha, yeah, I promise, it was him.” I grinned softly. “So…So, I don’t really know everything, okay? But…But Billy is afraid of Neil. He’s always screaming very aggressively at Billy and it can’t be a recent thing. And I think he sometimes hits him too. He can’t accept my mum as his mum, which I can understand, but he hasn’t had someone in his life who has been as nice as you are since his mother left him.” she explained, smiling sadly. “Well…To be fair, I was expecting something like that. Childhood trauma usually manifests in two ways…Either like me, or like him. But…But I think…Maybe I can somehow handle this.” I brought her into a hug, which she reciprocated. “He’s been a part of my life all this time and I don’t know him as something more than a violent guy…But can you help him? I know it’s a lot to ask, but…” she trailed off, not knowing what to say. “Don’t worry, Maxi, I will see what I can do. I’m kinda stuck with him the whole year whether I like it or not, so I won’t let him get worse than he is.” I giggled at her, but before she could say anything, the door opened, revealing Billy, his shirt halfway unbuttoned. “There’s so much love in only one room, but what 'bout lil’ ol’ me~?” he slurred in a supposedly sexy way, leaning on the door. “Billy! Remember how yesterday I was supposed to give you that test, but I couldn’t come over? Like, I said I would give it to you tomorrow, but I didn’t realise tomorrow is your match and…And like, you have to celebrate your victory, so I won’t stress you with a test, clearly. But like, you want to take it today, or do you want on Sunday?” I ranted on as I got on the edge of the bed, but before soon, he just chuckled and picked me up bridal style. “Let’s take that test. I’ve been staring at your lips all day, Kitten, and today I’m even more motivated to find out their taste.” he laughed, getting me to his room and gently pulling me on the bed. “Are you sure, Billy? There’s no rushing…I mean, you can have a few days more to revise…And this chapter is not the easiest one, so I won’t blame you.” I smiled nervously, looking away. “Nahhh, s'okay. I was prepared for the one yesterday, so bring it on.” he told me with the most confident smirk in the world, as he sit down on his desk chair. “Okay, so uhm…Yesterday I stood after class with Mrs. Green to create the test for you in a way that it would be structured the same as the final exam is, which is why I couldn’t come over. But…Here you go. You can write in your notebook and I will correct it afterwards, I have the point-grading right here. I’m asking again, Billy - Are you absolutely sure you’re up for it?” I asked him for the millionth time, putting the test in front of him. “Yes, babe, I am. I’m a man of my word. Responsibility and Respect.” he muttered, scanning the test paper. “That sounded a bit robotic…But I won’t ask you about it now. Good luck and focus. You have 2 hours from…Now.” I told him, getting on the bed and doing some improvements to the project.

Two hours passed by faster than the blink of an eye, making me get up and go to Billy, patting him on the shoulder and telling him that time was up. He looked at me since we were about the same height with him sitting down, and in his eyes I could see a certain…Restlessness. Like a fight of emotions was going on, but he didn’t know what to do. I blinked at him twice before cupping his face and frowning.

“Are you okay, sweety? You look upset. Did something happen?” I said in the most gentle voice I could managed. “It’s nothin’, babe, don’t worry for nothin’. Go check my test and tell me if I’m worthy of you or not.” he grumbled, puling away from me. “Billy…If you want, I won’t look and you can retake is on Sunday. It’s okay if you fail from time to time, it’s not the end of the world, you can always try again later.” I try to reach out to him, raking my fingers through his soft hair. “Nah, babe, failing isn’t manly, it’s for pussies. I can’t afford that.” he sneered, gripping his hands into tight fists. “That’s not true, who told you that? To fail is human and it can happen to everyone. It’s not a masculinity meter!…Billy, look at me, please…Billy. Please.” I pleaded again, putting my arms around his neck, but he only got up and went away. “That’s what he always said, okay? So what the hell else am I supposed to fucking DO?! If I don’t listen, I’m fucked! That’s how it’s ALWAYS fucking been! But you wouldn’t get it, would you?! Your parents probably bought you that house so you could stay alone and study at your leisure, their pretty little treasure, and you could fuck everyone you wanted there and nobody would say anything! Why the hell are you even here?! Huh?! It’s only 'cause of that teacher, ain’t it?! And 'cause I’ve always been the idiot to save your weak and pathetic ass! Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if you DID boast that you fucked me!” he raged around the room like an angry tiger in his cage, trapped. “Wh-What do you even know about my life…?” I managed to usher softly, as tears welled up in my eyes and I backed towards to wall opposite of him. “Well, fuck, Katrina, I don’t know, it seems like after today, I know absolutely NOTHING! Care to fucking enlighten me? Care to tell me why are you the high school’s fucking whore?!” he yelled, stomping towards me, which only made me glue myself to the wall, sobbing. “I-I’m not…I’m…Not…I…I…” I choke out, but since I couldn’t say anything coherent, Billy slammed his hands on either side of my face, trapping me, screaming “WHORE” in my face, which made cower and shield my face with my arms. “Don’t hurt me! Please, please, please, don’t hurt me! I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me! I promise I’ll be good, please, don’t hurt me!” I barely managed to squeak out between my sobs, my legs shaking like mad and I could barely breathe.

My ears were ringing from the silence in the room, save for my pitiful sobs, flashbacks flooding my head so much that my throat and lungs were burning like a wild fire. After what felt like hours, he slowly guided me the bed, making me sit down, and by instinct, I let myself fall down and started unbuttoning my shirt, with trembling hands. I didn’t even dare look up to meet his face, but his hands gripped my wrists all of a sudden, which made me meekly raise my gaze a bit and see he was frowning, but somehow, confused.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a low, somehow dead-pan voice. “It’s what you want, isn’t it? Rather than doing it by force, just do it with no violence. I told you I won’t bother struggling, it’s meaningless anyways.” I whispered softly, biting my lip. “Did I say I wanted to fuck you right now?” he sat down on the bed as I cringed at his question, only shaking my head slightly. “Then why did you do this?” he asked, but since he saw I wasn’t answering, he continued. “I’m not mad, I’m not going to hurt you, ever, so just answer.” “I’m sorry I upset you…I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to.” I whispered as he lifted me into a sitting position. “You’re the only one who puts up with me, and if you got angry at me, I deserve it. I’m sorry, so please, don’t get angry at me and leave.” I continued, closing my eyes. “Kat, come here.” he patted his thighs, motioning me to sit on his lap, which I did, but I still wouldn’t look at him. “Kat, look at me.” he said softly, putting his hands on my face, as I previously did to him. “Who hurt you so much, Kat? Tell me. I’m not angry at you and I won’t leave you, either.” he uttered, trying to calm me down. “I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you or said those things to you. I know they were lies, but I got frustrated. I should apologise, not you.” he confessed, making me look at him with glistening eyes, shaking my head briefly. “Kat, tell me. Please.” he whispered in my ear, making me start to cry again and throw my arms around his torso, crying in his chest, still trembling slightly. “I don’t know, Billy, I don’t know! It’s always been this way! I don’t get it, what did I do wrong? Why does everyone hate me? Do I look that weird? Is my personality that garbage? I-I don’t understand!” I began, feeling him rub soothing circles on my back. “I never had a family, Billy! I’m a runaway freak! I ran from an experimental base 5 years ago! I didn’t even have a name, I was just a number for them! And…And I ran here, and a policeman found me and put me in an orphanage under a name that I made up! Katrina Black, not Three anymore! And…And when I got with my new family, it was no difference than in the orphanage! Always the same thing! Nobody wanted me, I was just a waste of time and I did nothing good to contribute to my family!” I managed to say, clutching his shirt tightly. “Shhh, it’s okay now, Kitten, I’m here.” he whispered in my ear kissing my head. “Don’t be afraid.” “I worked a lot for 4 years, and with the policeman’s help, I managed to get my own little house and a motorbike. Not the perfect family anymore, huh?” I tried to laugh, but it came out more as a choke. “And…And…I…I just…I just wanted my Happily Ever After, Billy…I…I didn’t want to be alone anymore…They faked it…They faked everything just to fool around with me…They pretended to love and care about me…They pretended that they were good and protective boyfriends…But by the time I realised that what was happening wasn’t normal, it was too late and the damage had already been done. And I can’t erase it no matter how hard I try…” I put my hands in my hair, pulling at it in desperation. “I just want to forget all the disgusting things that happened, all the lies I heard, all those hands on my skin…I told you so many times before, no matter how much you struggle, it doesn’t do any good. Well, now you know the story behind it.” as I said that, he gently pulled away my hands and made me raise my head up again, and I could see anger and sadness in his eyes…He, too, seemed to want to cry, but tried very hard to stop it. “Tell me who did this to you and I’ll kill them. I’ll get revenge on them for you. If you couldn’t get out, neither will they.” he growled, looking me in the eyes, but I only shook my head and hugged his neck. “Don’t…Don’t go…Don’t leave…Don’t bother…What’s done is done. Yeah, of course, he only fucked me once, did other super gross things, whatever and now I’m somehow the biggest whore of the high school, whatever. Hey, really, I somehow magically fucked you in your sleep, or something, hell if I know. And if that wasn’t enough, after that first guy, two more came by. 'Know what happened?” I looked at him with a self-deprecating laugh, making him motion for me to continue talking. “The first one made me realise what happened wasn’t okay. Thing is, I told him I wasn’t interested in any fucks. What he did? The next day he started asking me about what positions I liked and stuff. And the next thing I know, he realised that I’m not a virgin, but he is, and says something along the lines of…How did he say it, now…Ah, yes. 'Why do the bad guys always get the good stuff?’. Yeah, like, thanks mate, very smart.” I rolled my eyes, every word completely dripping with sarcasm. “I kinda like it when you finally talk from your heart and you’re not scared of everything around you.” Billy said with a small smirk. “Well, then maybe you should love me by now. The third guy was very sympathetic with me and supposedly very protective of me. Turned out he was high-key flirting with my then-friend, making out/fucking her, all whilst continuing to insult me, but never letting me break up with him. He was a notorious liar. The biggest liar in the world, I kid you not.” I snorted bitterly. “Did they beat you?” he asked in a very low voice. “No…But…They would get overly possessive and jealous and would argue with me big time. It’s not like I have many friends, y'know? Just the kids. And Jonathan Byers, kinda. They would yell at me a lot and get super moody and mean. Hell, even on my birthday. Really…Fuck off.” I scoffed slightly, pouting as I leaned back a bit. “Did you calm down, Kitten? Feeling any better after letting your feelings out?” he caressed my cheek softly, which made me look down and snort a bit, trying to stifle my giggle. “What’s goin’ on, Kitten? Why you laughing?” he asked with a soft smile. “I…Well…It might sound super weird, okay, but…But I can’t stop laughing thinking about it. Just…He…He always boasts around how much of a mess I was because of him, but, like…I literally didn’t even realise when he got inside me and when he finished, like, what the hell!” I started laughing loudly, wiping my tears with my wrists, which made Billy start laughing as well, not having expected me to say something like that. “So my little Kitten can have a sense of humour when she wants to, huh? I never expected you to say any of the words you said the whole day, I swear, you’re surprising me with each day.” he put his arms around me, hugging me tight as I put my arms around his neck and calmed down. “I know I’m a mess, and as I said a million times, I’m sorry that you have to put up with me. But, Billy, if it were after me, I’d have already given you a chance by now, but really, I’m just scared that the whole chaos is going to happen again. And I’m just so tired of everything that I don’t think I could handle another betrayal.” I confessed softly, putting my forehead to his. “I said I was gonna prove you that you’re not wasting your time, and I’m not backing up from that promise. If it’s time you need, we have all the time in the world. I won’t be a shithead again like today. I lost control and it was my fault, I’m sorry.” he promised, looking me in the eyes as he put a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s okay, Billy. I know you have it rough too. I don’t know the details, but I can sense what’s going on. You don’t have to tell me, but I know your father is a…A douchebag. I’m sorry for using that word. But, really, it’s one more year and you’ll be free of him! You’ll have a scholarship and you’ll be studying at a cool University whatever you wish to study and…And…I…Well…Maybe…Maybe we can…Y'know…We may be able to study in a place close to each other. Maybe even the same city. Hawkins Scholarships are usually more or less addressed to certain Unis in certain states.” I said with a shy smile, which in return, made his features soften up like never before. “Sounds good to me, babe.” he said, before burying his face in my neck, holding me tight as I played with his hair, calming him. “Billy.” I called out after a few minutes, when I felt his heartbeat calm down a bit. “Would it be okay with you if I corrected your test now? Don’t worry about the result, it just means that I will have to explain some stuff better, so it’s no problem. It’s as you said, we have enough time for everything. I don’t want to hold you off for too long since tomorrow’s your match and you should sleep well.” I say gently, making him sigh and nod.

I told him to stay in bed and lean on the bed post before I got up, took the test and a red pen from my bag before hopping next to him, cuddling to his side. We corrected the test together, explaining to him each mistake he made and why it was wrong, how to address the question tasked and so on, and it seemed like he understood and he was aware of his mistakes and how to solve them. It’s true, he didn’t make it to 75%, but it wasn’t too far away from that mark. He was frustrated, but I managed to calm him down and tell him that he will definitely do better next time and that first tests are always so bad. By the time we were done, outside was pitch black and we realised it was already past 10pm, which made me bite my lip.

“It’s okay, I can walk home, it’s no big deal. Just stay here and sleep well, okay?” I smiled at him reassuringly, but he only shook his head. “Just sleep over, I’ll sleep on the floor no big deal.” he proposed, shrugging, making me gasp. “Are you insane?! You, sleep on the floor? It’s YOUR house! Damn it, Billy! I should take the floor! Well…I could sleep in Max’s room, actually.” I realised, but he shook his head. “No, no, no, I’d rather sleep outside than seeing you do either of those two. I said it before, didn’t I? She won’t have you all for herself.” he said, making me chuckle. “You could just say you wanted to sleep cuddled with me, y'know? You liked that hug more than you’d admit in your life.” I teased him with a soft smirk. “Fine, babe, y'got me. So, what band do ya want?” he asked, going to his wardrobe to look for a Tshirt for me to sleep in. “Woaw, always ready to give a girl your band Tees, huh?” I chuckled, hiding my mouth slightly. “Nah, not 'a’ girl. You. Anyone touching my band tees will get burnt.” he smirked, leaning on the door. “Flattering, Billy. D'you have AC/DC?” I asked softly. “Do I breathe air?” he asked very dramatically, throwing the Tshirt at my head, making me laugh. “Thank you. I love the design…Oh, Jesus, how much cologne and cigarettes did you have while wearing this?” I laughed, hugging it too my chest. “Too much, maybe.” he shrugged. “I’ll turn around so you can change. Don’t worry, I won’t peep. Yes, you can kill me if I do.” he chuckled as he turned around, stretching a bit, giving me enough time to change and remain into his Tshirt and lady boxers only, thanking every deity existing that he was much larger than me and the Tshirt went mid-thigh. “Okay, I’m ready. Thank you…And, uhm…This is really weird and embarrassing.” I sighed as I put my clothes neatly folded on the chair. “Ah, fuck, you’re so hot, I knew it.” he smirked, raking his fingers through his hair. “Okay, fine, my turn. But I don’t mind if you watch.” he winked at me, making me hmpf a bit as I got in bed, putting the blanket over my head. “All clear, I can’t see a thing!” I chuckled, giving him a thumbs up with my arm out of the blanket, making him sigh.

It took less than two minutes for him to snatch the blanket from my head and snatch me into his arms tightly to his chest, playing with my hair loosely. I smiled softly and snuggled to his side, feeling warm and safe in his arms and I completely ignored the fact that he was only wearing a pair of boxers. Godamn it, Billy.

With a kiss on my forehead, he muttered in a low, guttural voice a simple “Good night, Princess” before closing his eyes and going to sleep. In return, I could only smile and kiss his neck, being closest to me, and wished him “Good night, Billy” before I let sleep take over my senses.

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Character cheat sheet

Alright so today I decided to rewatch bungou stray dogs cuz my writing is really lacking when it comes the all the characters. It feels like they’re more often than not out of character. So I wrote down notes on how they behave (and a lot of stray comments) and thought I’d share them in hopes that it might help someone else. Getting all these characters right is really hard after all. So, enjoy! And feel free to add/comment if you want to change something!

Here goes! Part 1/2 The Agency

Atsushi

- very loud

- Lots of exclamation marks!

- Always looks worried, probably is as well

- Assume a lot

- There’s just so much panic in that small body

- Stutters

- Says stupid things to get out of something

- Not confident enough in his abilities

- Puts others above himself

- He needs to actually want to hurt someone or he doesn’t know how to fight

- Good instincts when it comes to fighting as well

- If this boy couldn’t regenerate he’d be dead by now

- Fighting spirit is much fueled by rage

- This naive little thing, stop believing everything people say

- Easily scared

- Jesus he’s gullible, stop listening to Dazai

- His will to protect others is admirable

- He can transform fully he just rarely does it

- Always sees good in people

- He is so done with everyone

- Uses San for almost everyone (as he should)

Dazai

- Usually answer questions with questions

- Doesn’t correct assumptions

- Doesn’t make them himself

- Neutral/bored facial expression unless he’s teasing someone

- He actually is serious sometimes, actually pretty often

- Watashi

- Does go for some pretty long monologues when he explains things

- Actually listens to kunikidas orders

- Pain does in fact not bother him

- Watch him punch someone with a cheesy line

- He likes to tell the criminal how he figured it out or where they made a mistake

- Hands in pockets, always

- He shows surprise in his eyes

- Very mean when he has to, Akutagawa for example (see: my new subordinate is much better than you)

- Says Chuuya a lot, well people’s names in general

- All this pickpocketing

- I mean he can actually fight

- Also this jumping up from a laying position

- We already know he’s smart but Jesus, how do you write a character that’s smarter than yourself?

- He just sitting against the wall in a 90 degree angle so Chuuya can reach him, cute

- Does in fact not know everything, he does research to find what he needs

- He tells Oda about missions at lupin, lupin really must be mafia owned?

- “The biggest misfortune of Dazai’s enemies is that they are Dazai’s enemy”

- He did still joke a lot in the mafia, same lightheartedness as now.

- Does Dazai know it’s gonna end badly with oda? He wanted to take a picture to remember

- Uses a lot of fancy words even when young

- Carries a lock pick

- He guesses a lot and says he knew

- Dont feed him spicy food

- Fuzz up? I mean I know he curses in the manga but really?

- Basically never uses San (did he with Mori? Yes he does) Ane-San doesn’t count

- I’m happy that the mafia members are still scared of him, they know how ruthless he can be

- Does he have feelings?

- He really doesn’t predict everything, he’s just good at adapting

- He likes slapping people, you backhand that bitch, go dazai!

- Very flippant when he does something to help

- Red eeeeyeeees

- There’s no exceptions to his ability

- I wonder if he dislikes celebrations

Kunikida

- gets angry easily

- Trusts Dazai when there’s need

- Much smarter than I give him credit for

- Super strong

- Acts on his feelings all the time

- Just.. ideals. I hadn’t realized how often he mentions them

- Very straightforward, he doesn’t say things in the nicest ways

- Shows his feelings on his face

- Calculating

- He’s proud of the younger ones but don’t show it

- Likes calling people idiots

- Can be really dense when it comes to normal things, as in not detective related shit

- Please stop listening to Dazai’s bullshit

Kyouka

- serious

- So small and innocently cute

- Looks very cut off from reality, at least in the beginning

- She’s an assassin

- Seems like she just wants to try normal child things all the time, crepes for example.

- Maybe she missed out on growing up (like most others did)

- She’s killed 35 people

- The mafia scares her

- Is she scared of her ability? At least in the beginning

- She basically does anything others tell her

- So scared

- Doesn’t understand how normal people behave, just does as she’s learnt

- Strong independent woman (or 14 y/o)

Yosano

- sadist

- Always ask if someone’s hurt and gets disappointed when they’re not

- Very nicely threatens people with dismemberment if they’re being a bitch

- Give them hell

- Doesn’t take anyone’s bullshit, if they’re wrong they’ll know

- Yes use that motor saw hon

- She relies on her ability a lot when she fights, though I’m sure she’s a good fighter nevertheless

- Threatens random people who are being unreasonable

Ranpo

- very bored, always

- Does question the president when something is wrong

- He talks more than I actually thought, and it’s not always smart things, usually just rubbish

- Candy

- Very hyped when he gets to have fun

- And teaching Kyouka about candy yes

- “War is so boring” I agree Ranpo-San

- Doesn’t actually figure everything out at first glance, sometimes he asks or need clues

- Seems like he can figure people out in one glance though

- He does stupid things when he isn’t wearing his glasses, it’s a trap dear Ranpo

- Really he’s an idiot without them

- He believes in the glasses thing

- The president is the one who made his ability, sort of

- So he isn’t actually stupid without.. more like he believes he is

- The agency was created because of him

- “I’d look stupid if I turned out to be normal now” so he basically does know

The Tanizakis

- she follows him everywhere

- His ability is so useful why don’t I ever write him?

- This sisterly love is... special

- He cares for her as much as she for him

- She shows everything on her face

- But she is very brave

- He is as well

- The brother is as old as Atsushi

- He worries most when she’s in danger

- “For Naomi I’d gladly burn the world”

- Well he can fly a plane

President

- cares about everyone in the agency

- Appears out of nowhere

- My dude’s got a boat, probably have more than one safe house as well. Oh and a car. Imagine them owning a plane/helicopter. Note: they do in fact own a fighter plane

- Always knows what’s going on somehow

- Very fair in giving everyone a chance

- Looks pretty cold hearted

- Bet he’s got a thing for saving children as well (Odasaku would do great in the agency with him)

- Takes no bs

- How did Natsume get the permit for them?

- Op fighter, better than kunikida

- Puts it on others to explain plans

Kenji

- he says such horrible things in such a nice way. (The person would be tied up and thrown off a cliff~)

- Really not aware how the world works

- Happy go lucky

- Doesn’t look at death with any feelings unlike Atsushi

- Knows everyone

- Doesn’t judge anyone based on looks or so

- How are people scared of him

- These people would do anything for him what

- Let’s smile and wave around a pole, it’ll only scare the living shit out of everyone

- Straight forward

- Takes everything at face value

- “If you are sincere you can communicate with people”

- He could take a few hits yes

- Many cows as well

- Lots of mentions of “back home things work this way”

- He actually goes to sleep after eating, thought he only lost his strength

- City folk really are amazing

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Caramel Skin Under A Red and Green Cloud prt 7 full draft

For the next two days after the storm, Keith was roped away to help with the clean up in town with his team, Marco and Jorge, while Lance spent the morning with his siblings and his own team cleaning up and doing chores around the farm, before getting into the Christmas spirit. All things considered it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Keith had gotten pretty jumpy when the weather had turned worse around the middle of the night, unable to settle down properly due to each loud crash of thunder. After how badly his husband's instincts had been affected, Lance hadn't wanted to seperate from him. He wanted to keep Keith close, show him there was nothing to fear, that no Galra ships were about to destroy everything his family held dear. Instead, he was on the team helping prepare for the Christmas party in town now that it was Christmas Eve. Being the biggest of them Luis would dress up as Santa and hand out presents to the kids from town. The rest of them would dress up as elves, and help to keep the peace. Dozens of children hyped up on sugar was bound to get rowdy. It wasn't helped by the copious amounts of Christmas cookies they were baking. With his home town trying to return to normal, they'd picked the tradition up again, now including aliens that had chosen to make Earth their home. Lance was somewhat ashamed to admit he'd spent the day drinking himself stupid as he'd stupidly mentally planned all these Christmases and holidays with Allura. All his stupid plans had wound up meaning nothing, Christmas even spent throwing up all over the bathroom. At the time he didn't want help... or want to admit he'd needed help. This year, he was going to be the best goddamn elf in the world. He'd already slipped a small present to Luis to hand out to Keith, and Marco had found a pair of reindeer ears for Kosmo to wear. Everything was going perfect. He just needed an excuse to slip off and change before Keith came back.

Pulling out the tray of gingerbread... they were supposed to be gingerbread men, but "men" would be a very loose interpretation. They were more like gingerbread blobs. With little blobby legs and hands. He'd told Rachel she was adding too much self raising flour, especially when there was no self raising flour in the recipe. Maybe if they got creative with the icing sugar, they could pass them off as gingerbread aliens. Glancing up at the clock, it was nearing three o'clock. This Christmas thing would start at 5, run until about 8. Then they'd head clean up, head to the town house before midnight mass. His mami had assured him that he didn't need to come to Christmas morning mass, or midnight mass, but Keith had never done the church thing before, so he really wanted to share it with his husband at least once. He also wanted his team to experience what it was like in their church. The aunties wouldn't be at midnight mass, no, they'd be coming for lunch with their dreary expressions and judgmental gazes, which only served to make night mass more appealing.

"Lance, stop looking at the clock. Keith will be back when he comes back"

Rolling his eyes at Rachel, it wasn't as if he didn't know that

"Leave him alone. He's a married man now"

Poking his tongue at Daehra, Daehra was attempting to teach Lucteal how to work a piping bag with no clue what she was doing either

"And whose fault is that? No, I want to go take a shower and change before Keith comes back"

"Don't you usually shower with him?"

Rachel choked as she went to laugh at Daehra, Marco looking up from the gingerbread house he was making to roll his eyes

"We don't need to know about what our little brother does with his husband. But Lance is right, we need to start getting changed. Why don't you go ahead, it'll give us time to question your team about what else you get up to"

"Like you didn't do that the other night over monopoly. I don't know if I'm ok with you all conspiring against me"

Daehra looked alarmed

"We are not conspiring"

"It's a joke, Dae. Rachel, you murdered this batch. You can ice them, I'm going to shower and change"

"Your costumes in the..."

"The living room. I know. I'll shower and come right back"

"Why don't you just shower here?"

Lance felt his cheeks dust red. There was a very good reason he wasn't showering and changing in the house

"Because they'll want hot water when they get back. Try not to destroy the house while I'm gone. And don't let Rachel near the dough mix..."

Throwing the comment back over his shoulder, Lance rushed from the kitchen to grab the shirt and hat from the living room. It wasn't really a costume. Just a green shirt and pointed hat with ears... but Lance had more than that planned. He and Keith would have tonight after mass all the way through until roughly 10am the following day. So, he was a man with a plan that he knew might very well backfire... He didn't know what his husband would think, though he was hoping he wouldn't laugh at him. Not when it'd taken all the courage he'd been able to muster at the time to put his plan into motion. All he could do was roll the dice and the play the hand he was given... and if things went to quiznak, he'd be taking the first available wormhole off Earth, changing his name again, then going into hiding for the rest of his life which wouldn't be all that long given he'd be dead from embarrassment. He'd already left all his presents under the tree for the following day. They'd all have something to remember him by... if this all went horribly wrong.

Manual labour felt good. The simple process of moving something from point A to B. It was easy and repetitive, yet he and his team were making a difference. The storm had hit the town harder than the farm. Houses had lost fences, gates, trees... but thankfully no one had been harmed. With four healthy part Galra chipping in, the work flew by. Streets cleared and rubbish taken out of town to be dumped. The way everyone came together warmed Keith's heart. Lance came from a strong and loving community... if not a slightly nosy one. Intergalactic media had shown up at the rumour of the former Black Paladin of Voltron was helping a small Cuban community after a storm... the very same community that the former Red Paladin came from. Whispers grew from mouth to mouth, before Keith knew what was happening, he was being asked to confirm rumours that he and Lance were dating. Without Lance there, all Keith could do was dodge the questions as his team hung him out to dry.

When the cleanup work was done, Keith found himself somehow assisting in setting up for a Christmas party he'd never expected to be attending. He'd never heard of a town where someone dressed up as Santa and handed gifts to the children. Some were provided by the parents of the children, and others stores donated for poorer families. With all the love in the air, all Keith wanted to do was get home to Lance. They'd left the farm before nine, and now it was nearing 4. They'd worked all day. Every tick he'd thought he have the chance to check in with Lance, he was being summoned off to do something else. He'd probably annoyed his husband to his wits end as it was. The storm had really messed with his head, he hadn't been able to leave Lance's side that night... the night when he'd almost confessed the horrors of all those bad foster homes. Lance had held him tightly, both of them sleeping through dinner only to creep down in the middle of the night in a mess of soft laughter. That hadn't lasted long when the thunder had started up again, Keith dragging Lance back up to Rachel's old room to lock down the situation and make sure no one could get close to his husband.

It was half past four by the time they finished up. Instead of returning to the farm, Lance and the others drove in to meet them all at the town house where Luis and Lisa lived. His husband looked both ridiculous and kind of cute as he marched around in an elf outfit giving orders. Tag teaming with them, they barely saw each other for longer than a few minutes before Lance was off to the party and he was sent to shower and change, relieved to find that he wasn't going to be wearing the same outfit as his husband. He most certainly wasn't an elf...

Dressed in black jeans and a white button-up shirt, Keith felt over dressed until they arrived at the party. Most of the children were dressed up, with the girls in all sorts of pretty dresses, and boys with their hair slicked back by fussing parents of all different kinds of races. He didn't think aliens would be so into Christmas... Lance was already standing by a dressed up Luis who was posing for photos with children, by the looks of it his husband was taking details of everyone getting a photo. This was all something he had no experience with. He didn't know what he was supposed to do, or how he could help. He'd been working all day, stopping now seemed kind of a let down... besides, if Lance's family was running all of this, didn't that mean he got a job too?

Jumping at the feeling of a wet nose brushing against his hand, Keith sighed as he looked down to see a sad looking Kosmo with reindeer ears on. His wolf looked confused and scared by all the kids around. Most of them would never have seen a wolf in their lives, let alone a space wolf

"Keith? What's wrong mijo?"

For the second time in as many ticks, Keith jumped. This time as Lance's mother carried over a beer to him

"Oh, hey Miriam... mami. Sorry, did it look like something was wrong?"

"You have been standing in the same spot for some time now. Doesn't Lance look cute?"

Lance looked like a lanky idiot as he waved his arms, talking to one of the parents of the kid on Luis's lap

"Yeah. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, no honey. You relax tonight. Lance is sending the photos Marco is taking to the families, and Rachel has the gift bags organised"

"Oh..."

What did he do then?

"You don't do well with relaxing, do you? Here, you take your beer and go sit yourself down with your team. They're not used to Earth Christmases are they?"

He wasn't either.

"Um... Mami, I don't know what to say. The only recent Christmases I've had was with Shiro and his ex-fiancé... and his brother. I've never done all of this"

He'd been too old for all this "Christmas magic" business. With Shiro being sick, Adam would let them take their hoverbikes out for a few hours then it was home, Chinese takeaway and bad movies. Adam usually had work to catch up on, so did Shiro... so it was a weird kind of Christmas, without Santa... and cookies. It'd been everything to him at the time... but not what he'd call a true family Christmas like Lance would... but maybe it was? And this was just another type of family Christmas?

"In that case, why don't you go stand with Lance if that makes you more comfortable. Once the photos are over, Marco will hand Lance presents to be handed out, he'll mark them off his list and hand them to Lu-Santa. All the kids will sit in a semi-circle in front of Santa, waiting for their names to be called out. The packs of cookies are for the children while us adults sit and eat, over where your teams are now. You did a wonderful job helping with the clean up. Jorge was bragging about you to his friends"

Lance's father bragged about him?

"He... he did?"

"Of course, mijo. He is very proud of you and we're both... so grateful that you have been there for our Lance. You've given us back our son"

Now his awkwardness level had gone up a step...

"Lance did all the hard work"

"We all need a little help, heavens knows Lance is quite stubborn over all the wrong things. He's so used to placing everyone ahead of himself. It's nice to see him finally pursuing something for himself"

"I think I was the one who did that was me"

"I'm certainly glad you did. Oooh, he's looking at us. I better let you go. I'm supposed to be over there... somewhere. I don't remember now. Dear me..."

Rushing off, Miriam really did seem confused as to what she was going to do before coming to see him. With nothing else to do, and a staring husband, Keith patted his leg to tell Kosmo to follow as he walked over to join his husband... where he once again stood awkwardly. Lance was busy and he didn't want to interrupt... But quiznak... his husband looked hot as hell in work mode... and cute as hell when helped kids out of Luis's lap. Lance was amazing with children, his smile not wavering as he sent them off back to their parents with a smile. Would it be weird if he and Lance had kids some day? That was the whole reason Allura has changed Lance's biology for him... And quiznak, the beer he was drinking must have more alcohol than he realised in it because he definitely wasn't surrounded by kids while thinking about having kids with his husband. Nope. He wasn't doing that... Not about how adorable Lance was as a child, with those wide blue eyes... and that perpetually sun kissed skin... Nope. Nooo... now he was blushing... Stupid beer. This was all his husband's fault...

As Lance turned to him, their eyes met. A cheeky smile as Lance waved his hand in front of his face

"Hello? Earth to Keith? You ok there?"

Catching Lance's hand, Keith couldn't help himself as he moved to capture the Cuban's lips in a loving kiss. Laughing as it broke, Lance's eyes seemed to sparkle

"There's kids watching"

"Sorry... I couldn't help myself"

"It's better than you standing there looking lost. If you want to sit down, I'll be up here for a while longer"

"No. I'm good. Plus, someone has to protect the reindeer"

"Ahhh. Kosmo didn't look too happy with his headband"

"It's probably all the kids. You saw how he reacted to Annla"

"I didn't think about that... my poor puppa"

"Oi! Lovebirds, get back to work!"

Lance gave a snorted laugh, turning to poke his tongue out at Marco before turning back to him

"You heard the boss. If you want to go sit with everyone, that's fine. I'll be right here"

Again... Again he had nothing to do. He wasn't sure if Lance was being polite and attempting so send him away, or if he didn't mind either way

"No. No brow scrunching. I just don't want you being bored"

"I'm not bored. You... make a cute elf"

"I know... hmm, now that I think about it, you should definitely go sit down... We've got church tonight, and I might have something planned for after that"

"You have something planned?"

Lance shifted, looking a little flustered as he looked down at his holopad

"Yeah, so... go rest. Plus, you're really hot and it's starting to distract me"

"Fine. But I don't like doing nothing. If you need help, you'll call me over, won't you?"

"Yeah, babe. Now shoo. Marco is still glaring at us for interrupting his system"

Kissing Lance's cheek, Keith then forced himself away. A flustered Lance was simply too alluring

"I can't wait to find out what you have planned"

Sitting with the remainder of their combined teams, Ezor had so far made a kid cry by popping her gum too loudly. Acxa wound up holding Lisa and Luis youngest, a pouty toddler by the name of Juana who kept grabbing for her ears. Zethrid seemed to be embracing her unknown maternal side as she repeatedly commented on the kids receiving their presents. Her words were gruff when comparing Galra gifts of weaponry to the toys from Earth. Lucteal growing bored of her and calling her out on the feelings he was picking up from her. It's promptly brought Ezor gum popping to the end. Zak was typing away on his laptop ignoring the stares from the children who'd never seen an alien like him, thought, to be fair, Keith hadn't seen anyone else like Zak out there. Missing from the group were Daehra and Tobias who'd been roped into playing with some kids and a soccer ball. Tobias so huge that he could easily block the ball from being stolen, leaving him confused as to how he was playing the game wrong. Everything was going well, until Keith heard his name called out... by Luis. Sitting in his Santa's throne, both Luis and a chorus of kids were all staring at him

"Former Black Paladin Keith! Keith my boy, where are you?! Santa has a present for you"

Taking his beer from him, Lisa appeared out of nowhere

"Up you go"

"Me? What?"

"Santa called your name silly"

"I'm an adult"

"And everyone is staring at you... go on"

But... He was an adult. What the quiznak was happening here? And why was his heart doing all kinds of weird things as he nervously walked towards Luis. In the corner of his eye, he saw his husband shoot him the thumbs up. That little shit. He wanted to strangle him. God. Why was he so nervous? He was literally getting a present from Lance's brother... Stumbling over his own feet, "Santa" laughed as he approached

"Keith, my boy! Santa has heard all about your hard work. Come sit in Santa's lap"

What now? What... just because most of the kids had to pose for photos, didn't mean he had to... yet, when he reached Luis, he found himself pulled into his lap with one hand and a pressed pushed against him with another, then Marco popped up to take the photo

"How about it kids, Black Paladin Keith! Now Keith, what is it you want for Christmas?"

Whispering so only Luis could hear, he was blushing hard at all the attention

"To murder your brother"

Luis snorted with laughter, nearly breaking character in front of the staring children. Coughing and clearing his throat, the man waved his free hand

"Hear that boys and girls! Keith says he wants us all to be happy! Now off you go Keith!"

Sent back to his seat, Keith was in a daze. Laughing happily at him, Ezor went to swipe his present only for Lucteal to stop her

"Lance picked his gifts for Keith carefully. Leave him alone"

Lucteal sticking up for him was some kind of Christmas miracle in it's self

"Keith, are you alright?"

Placing his beer back in front of him, Lisa placed her hand on his shoulder. Looking up at the woman, he didn't know what to say

"What the quiznak just happened?"

"Lance has as in with Santa. I heard him telling the big man you've been good this year"

It still wasn't quite registering. Something in his brain was mad at Lance. Something in his brain felt embarrassed over being called up. And something in the back of his brain was also irrationally saying "Holy quiznak, Santa knows my name". These three tiny thoughts went a long way to explaining why his eyes were wet. Dropping his gaze back to the present in front of him, he stared at the sparkly red paper, nearly tied with a green ribbon

"Go ahead and open it. Your elf has a few more duties to do. Merry Christmas, Keith"

"I... thank you. Merry Christmas Lisa"

It wasn't a huge present. No bigger than a shoe box. Keith's hands shaking slightly as his tugged the ribbon undone, well aware that more than a few eyes were on him. Kids. Team members. A confused Kosmo. Adults he didn't know. Probably Lance if had the bravery to turn around. Pushing the paper back, he laughed at the vintage hand held game console. He could remember being a kid, when these were as popular as hell. Of course, all the other kids at school had them. He'd called them stupid, and babies for playing with them to hide his own jealousy...

"What is it?"

Peering over his shoulder, Lisa laughed

"I remember those! Luis was bitter for years that he had to share one between the five of them. I wonder how he got his hands on it"

"I have no idea. I thought most things like that were destroyed?"

Keith may have been ever so very awe struck as he pulled the game console box out of the box Lance had wrapped it in. Undoing the end, his awe only grew as he slid the plastic packaging out to reveal the red console. This was better than good. It was... He had no words

"Wow. It looks in amazing condition..."

As Acxa leaned in to suss out his present, Keith pushed it back in to the box, snatching it up to his chest

"Nope. It's mine. I'm not sharing"

"It's just a game console"

"It's not just anything. Do you have any idea how popular these were? You were like the coolest kid ever if you had one"

"Keith is right. Even I remember them. It must have... what? 10-15 years ago?"

Nodding, Keith stared down at his precious present. How could Lance possibly know? He didn't even know he was still holding a grudge over never one, not until he finally got one for himself... He needed Lance. He was about to cry... Shiro had loved him. They were brothers until the very end of time... but Lance... Lance truly understood and loved him... As far as he could remember, he'd never sat on "Santa's" knee... or been to party like this... or... No. He needed to find his husband

"Keith, are you alright?"

"He's fine. He's really happy right now. It's kind of annoying"

Lucteal sounded bored, Keith not giving two shits if he was being rude. Pushing his chair back, he kept his present close to him as rose and slipped past Lisa.

Standing near the throne still, Lance wasn't expecting the near crash tackle as Keith hit him with enough force to knock him back into the decorated tree behind the throne. Sniffling, he held his gift to his chest with one hand and looped his free arm around his husband's shoulders, fingers gripping Lance's hair as he buried his face against his shoulder. Slowly, his husband wrapped his arms around him

"Babe, what's wrong? You're crying"

"Thank you... I... thank you. I love you so fucking much... I..."

Nuzzling into his hair, Lance pressed kisses just above his ear

"I love you too, Keith. I love you, and you are more than welcome. I was a little scared when you came charging over here"

"I... all the kids..."

Lance laughed softly

"I wanted to give you good Christmas memories..."

"No... yes... but... I never had this as a kid. I really wanted one, but if I asked... there was no point"

"Oh, babe. Hey. I had to share one with my siblings. When I saw them in an Earth store, I nearly couldn't believe it. I found myself buying red things, but I was always thinking of you and that red jacket. I'm happy you like it. I hope you don't mind I kind of opened it to make sure it worked"

Keith hadn't even considered the fact that it might not, but knowing it did opened a whole new world of opportunities

"I... thank you. It's perfect"

"You're perfect. You're also squashing an elf in front of children"

"Oh!"

Keith's face was a mess when he stepped back so Lance was no longer squashed against the tree. With his hand still on the back of Lance's neck he was forced to step forward. Keith sniffling loudly as he tried to calm down

"You're a mess babe"

"Sorry"

Letting his hold go, Lance moved his hands to his face, wiping the tear tracks down his cheeks with a smile

"No. I'm happy you're so happy. I wasn't sure... I thought it might be too dorky"

"It is the perfect amount of dorky. You're the perfect amount of dorky"

"Merry Christmas, Keith"

"Thank you... I got you something too. But you'll have to wait until tomorrow now"

Lance raised an eyebrow

"You think this is your only Christmas gift?"

It wasn't? Moving his head slightly, it was Keith's turn to be confused

"You mean..."

"Oh babe. You literally married into the wrong family. 5 of us. 6 with Lisa. Mami and papi. Your team. My team. My grandparents... oooh, you haven't met pop-pop. He's going to try give you tequila, and my abuela. She's likely to stab me with her knitting needle for not introducing you sooner... They always give us 10 peso notes, with a cheeky smile and a wink. So I don't know if you count that as a gift... but babe, you need to prepare for tomorrow"

Presents. Actual presents from multiple people. His mind couldn't comprehend. Sure, not all homes had been awful, but those memories faded faster than the bad ones

"I didn't... I mean..."

"I know you got gifts for Mami and papi. I was there. And when we got the gifts for the others. I promise you, they know it's from both of us and that you went to the effort of asking me. Seriously, Marco is so easy you could give him a sock and he'd be happy"

"Marco also takes large donations of unmarked bills. Lance, can I have the holopad? So I can start sending out those photos?"

Marco's voice came out of nowhere, Lance sighing as he turned his head to look at his brother

"An elf's work is never done. It's by the throne. I set up the facial recognition program, so all they should all be sorted into who is who for those who got second photos taken"

"I hope I didn't get any of your ugly mug in there. It'd break the whole system"

Keith growled as Marco insulted his husband. Laughing, Lance just shook his head

"I'm too beautiful for this. Come on, babe. Let's go join the others?"

Keith didn't want to join the others. He wanted to rush back to the Telula and play his game... buuut... he had to at least pretend to be an adult until they got home

"Yeah... yeah..."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to take your game away. I've been watching you all night and I had to wait all day to hold you again. Right now, I want to get off my feet and wrap my arms around you"

It wasn't Marco's fault he was so forgettable. All it took was Lance's big blue eyes and warm hold

"You guys are gross! I'm telling Mami I saw Keith kissing an elf in the bushes if you don't get out the way already"

"You want to see something extra gross?"

Marco didn't stand a chance. Lance was in a shit stirring mood. Without warning, his husband jumped up and wrapped his legs around his waist, holding himself there as Keith was left to scramble to slip his free arm under his husband's arse to hold him. With both hands on his cheeks, the kiss was deep but over too fast. Probably so as not to scare the children. Keeping himself stable, Lance didn't move once it broke and Keith was confused all over again

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No. I jumped without thinking. I was worried if I moved I'd damage your present"

Lance had tried to curve around the box, even if he'd jumped up without thinking. Pulling it up to sit higher against his chest, he smiled knowing that it wasn't damaged

"I think we're good"

"I think we should sit. I've broken Marco"

"That I can do"

"Oooh. My big strong husband..."

"Damn straight"

"Actually, you're gay..."

Giggling his head off, Keith could only roll his eyes at Lance as he started back to where he'd been sitting with everyone else before.

This new family Christmas thing was weird. It was scary... daunting and left him kind of nauseous with anxiety when he stopped to think about it too much, but somehow Lance was pulling down walls he didn't know still existed and easing his soul in only a way his dorky arse husband could.

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