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Harley D. Dixon 9

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If I had to guess, I'd say a week has passed.

Our days are spent driving, siphoning gas, and sleeping. We wake up in whatever overgrown pocket of forest we spent the night in, buckle up for an entire day of winding up and down side-roads blocked by trucks or dead bodies or fallen trees, and then we spend the night in another pocket of overgrown forest, feeling just a little more exhausted than we were the day before; dirtier, bloodier, and hungrier.

At least nothing more has happened between Shane and my Dad, yet. We've all been too busy trying not to starve for that.

Tonight, as the thicket hoots and rustles around me, I close my eyes.

It's nice to pretend that time has stopped.

I listen as the river flows past my bare shoulders, undisturbed, like I'm just another steady rock amongst its gentle ripples. I let the water skim across my fingers and wash over my hair. I can feel the satisfying smoothness of riverbed stones on the pearly soles of my feet, and I wiggle my toes against the current, breathing in the freshness of night air. It's not as luxurious as a shower, 'cause showers don't quite got leaves and twigs and dirt in 'em, but I pretend it's luxurious, anyway. I feel the day being lifted from my skin and carried away down-stream.

Fwip.

A flock of birds takes off from the trees.

I snap my eyes open.

On the muddy bank of the river, a dead woman drops to her knees. Blood oozes like thick, brown pudding from a crossbow bolt pierced through one of her eyes. I gasp, paddling backwards, as she slumps head-first into the water. The rest of her mossy body slides in after her.

Splash.

The river carries her away, too.

I watch as the fuzzy hump of her back slowly floats away until it disappears around the bend.

Whew. That was close.

"Harley!"

I turn around.

On the opposite bank, from where he's been supervising the whole time, my Dad swings his crossbow over his shoulder.

"Time to get out, now. Ya clean enough?"

Oh, right. I'm supposed to be bathing. I got a little distracted.

"Yeah!" I call back. "I'm clean!"

I squeeze the last of the suds outta my hair.

"Come on, then."

He holds out his hand.

Quick to obey, I wade through the water and onto the pebbly shore. He grabs my arm and helps me step up over the shelf of dirt, onto dry land, where he wraps me up in the big towel that he bought with us. A gust of hot breeze sails through the forest as I hastily dry myself off, wanting to get back to camp as soon as possible. It's never good news when we find walkers. They've been following us for days, travelling tirelessly through the night while we sleep. Besides, dinner is probably being served by now, since I'm the last one to bathe tonight.

As usual, I'm not looking forward to it.

Once I'm dry, I step into my underwear and my purple pyjama pants, and then pull on my frog shirt and my lady-bug boots.

My Dad packs the bottle of hand-soap that I used to wash myself with and my old, dirty clothes into his pack.

He nods me forward. "Let's go."

We start the short hike back to camp. We step over mushroom-infested logs and shallow ditches filled with noisy crickets; our path lit by a flashlight. At one point, we have to duck under a glittering spider-web, which is pretty cool. I like spiders, especially fat and colorful ones.

Soon enough, we can hear a fire crackling in the distance, and we step through the trees.

We made it back.

All the vehicles are parked in a bumper-to-bumper ring around a tiny campfire, where the group is silently sitting together in the grass. Rick rations the cooked food into a bunch of bowls, mugs, and plates as Glenn passes bottles of boiled water around. We take our spots next to Carol. She takes four bowls from Rick, and hands one to Sophia, and then another two to me and my Dad. Dale hands us some spoons. We don't bother thanking them. There's a grim look on both their faces. They don't wanna be doin' this, but they don't got a choice, and neither do we.

Everyone settles down, reluctant to begin eating.

I look over at Carl, who's hair is also wet from his river-bath. He peers into his bowl. He looks like he's gonna puke.

I peer down at mine. I feel the same way.

"Dig in, everyone." Rick mutters.

T-Dog echoes him unenthusiastically.

Oh, well.

I can't survive without food. I should just get it over with.

I start with the intestines.

There are disgusting crunching and chewing and slurping noises all around me as I inch the brown tube into my mouth.

It's chewy like a frozen squid ring, and slippery like sausage-skin.

Tastes like chicken, I tell myself, even though I know it came from a skunk.

I think about what's inside a skunk. It's got a little heart, much smaller than ours, which I think is what Rick is eating, 'cause I can see little pipe-like things hanging off the chunk of meat in his hand. The fire flutters ominously over his face, his stare locked onto a burning branch as it turns to ash. Then there's the liver, which is now diced up on Carl's spoon. He swallows it one go, like cough medicine. There are the kidneys. Glenn got those, but he's not really eating 'em. He's knocking 'em back like big, rubbery pills instead, so he don't gotta taste 'em. There's also its stomach and its spaghetti-intestines, and then the breast and the ribs, which is the good part, which I'm saving for last.

Then, the most shameful parts are the paws and the tongue and, ugh, the nose and the tail and the eyeballs.

Those parts aren't meant for eating. I never even saw 'em in the freezer section at the supermarket.

But we're eating 'em.

We'll starve if we don't.

With oily fingers and scrunched up noses, we bite and chew and swallow every last morsel of the poor skunk, including the feet and the snout, until it's just a bad memory — Just protein and fat to keep us alive, and not animal-guts. I remember back at the quarry, I used to think surviving meant using a single square of toilet paper instead of four or five, but now I know it's this. It's gnashing on skunk organs.

"Saw a walker out there." Dad mumbles, as he nibbles on the tail bone. "S'just the one, but..."

"Where there's one, there's a hundred." Glenn muses.

Walkers are like ants. There used to be a big ant-hill in our yard, and sometimes I'd just watch 'em crawl over each other, mindless.

"We'll pack up at first light." Rick frowns. "One walker ain't gonna slow us down."

"You okay?" Jacqui asks us.

I nod, staring down at my shiny lumps of skunk-gut.

"What happened?"

"It was just some loaner." Dad explains. "Came up to the river while Harley was washin'. Shot it quick."

"More and more seem to be poppin' up." Shane tells everybody. "Keep your eyes peeled tonight, alright? Who's on watch?"

Glenn and Andrea lift their hands.

Then Morales points between himself and Rick. "We take over, afterwards."

Shane nods. "Y'all know the drill. No noisy weapons; no gunfire. Try to keep everyone alive 'till sunrise."

"How close even is Fort Benning by now?" Carl suddenly asks. "We've been driving for ages."

"Carl..." Rick rubs his forehead.

"Listen, we drove down Lone Oak today. We're nearin' Hogansville." Shane says. "So, we're just shy three days away, I reckon."

Carl sighs heavily, picking at his food.

Three more days means three more nights, which means three more dinners like this one. My Dad skinned it the best he could, and it's cooked all the way through, but it's still a little nasty considering we've only been eating granola bars and tinned fruit up until now. Even the squirrel burgers Uncle Merle used to make tasted better than this, 'cause at least he threw some salt and pepper on those.

"It's not forever, baby." Lori comforts Carl. "We just need to stick it out until then."

"Yeah, I guess." He grouches.

As I suck the meat off the skunk's leg bone, I think to myself, Just three more days.

After a while, T-Dog stands.

"Thanks for the experience, man," He sighs, "But I think I'm gonna turn in."

Rick nods. "I think it's best we all do. We got more travelling ahead of us; Need the rest."

"I know I do." Dale scoffs, stretching.

Glenn and Andrea walk off to start patrolling the area for the night, and the rest of us drop our dishes into a bucket of water to be washed tomorrow morning. I say goodnight to everyone and follow my Dad into the truck. He hands me one of the pillows and the blanket to snuggle into. He clicks off the ceiling light, and 'cause he don't sing for me tonight, I count the fish on my blanket until I drift off to sleep instead.

I swear I hear Shane and Dale arguing sometime during the night.

Grrr...

The next morning, I wake up to the sound of a car engine humming lowly. Groggily, I turn over, covering my ears with my blanket. The noise persists. I turn over again, trying to fall back asleep, but again, the noise persists. And it keeps persisting, almost for a full minute, until I begin to think, That doesn't actually sound much like a car engine. Confused, I slowly lift my head, peeking out the wind—

Smack!

A pale hand, grabbing at the glass.

Grrrr...

It's not an engine.

It's a walker.

It's nose bone makes a tick, tick, tick sound as it knocks into the window, its purple gums and black teeth kissing at me, tongue licking.

I scream.

My Dad jumps awake beside me.

Smack!

He's confronted with the sight of the walker mouthing and groping the glass, and he quickly puts his arm in front of me.

He huffs, "What the Hell?"

Smack!

"You okay?"

"Uh-huh." I answer, "But... aren't Morales and Rick supposed to be on watch?"

They wouldn't have let a walker get this close if they could help it.

He peers outside. "Yeah, they are."

Smack!

Behind us, there's another one. With two bloated, gummy hands, a second walker palms at Dad's window, leaving behind sticky hand-prints and gooey blood. He unsheathes his knife, angrily winds the window down about an inch, and stabs it through the forehead. It crumples to the ground, only to be replaced by another one. Then another, and another, all rushing to pile on top of each other, sniffing the air and clicking their rotten teeth at us. I count them — Three, four, five — Five walkers crowding against Dad's side of the truck.

He scoffs, "Found us, did ya?"

Where there's one, there's a hundred.

He winds the window back up, but the walkers wiggle their fingers through the gap like little worms.

"Damn it."

They start tugging it down with combined strength, shoving their knobbly elbows and shoulders and hands inside. Dad tries to ram it closed, but it gives in, sliding all the way open once more. The dead immediately start climbing inside. I scream again. Dad scoots back until we're pressed up against the opposite window, with the original walker licking at the back of our necks through the glass. I can hear it going, Tick, tick, tick.

Dad picks his crossbow up off the floor and loads it, aims it, and—

Fwip!

The closest walker face-plants onto the driver's seat.

"Where are they?" I worry. "Morales and Rick. What if they're in trouble?"

Fwip!

"Just stay behind me."

The next walker slumps on top of the last one.

He yanks the bolt out its nose and stabs the next one in the eye with it, and then the one after that, too.

He grunts as he pulls it out. Grey blood splatters the ceiling.

"Rick!" He calls out. "Morales! Glenn! Where are ya?"

"Dad, they're not answering!"

Dad drives the bolt into the last walker's ear canal, slamming its head into the side mirror. Both the walker-skull and the mirror crack in half, tumbling into the grass below. He lets the bolt fall with 'em, and winds up the window just in time for three more walkers to run into it, their peeling mouths held agape, and their eyeballs rolling up into their lids. I watch them slobber and moan.

One of them has a hatchet in its neck.

Dad drops back down, panting.

I recognise the yellow tape wound around the handle.

Dad must, too, 'cause he says, "That's Rick's hatchet."

The walkers continue slapping the truck and moaning incoherently as we peer out the windows. Over their shoulders, I can see one, two, three, five, eight, ten walkers stumbling through camp, all tripping over the chairs and the logs from the fire. One by one, they latch onto their choice of vehicle with dead hands, like the RV, which is totally surrounded. I've never seen this many walkers, not even back at the quarry. In the back window, we can see Sophia peeking past the curtains. In the front, we see Dale and Glenn trying to get our attention.

My Dad waves to 'em once he notices.

"Where's Rick and Morales?" He yells.

They get the gist of what he's tryna ask, and they both shrug, which makes us even more worried.

"They gotta still be out there." Dad grumbles.

I scan the sea of greasy heads wandering by. They're all half-beaten, blood-soaked, stringy, and mishappen, but oh, not that one — That one's regular, and it's moving way faster than the others. Another one trails behind it, I realize, slightly taller. It must be them.

"Dad!" I point. "I think that's them!"

"Yeah? Where?"

"There!"

One, two, three walkers are slashed to the ground, revealing — Yes! — Rick and Morales.

"There they are!"

Dad leans over me, opening the door. "Hey! Over here!"

"Get ready to go!" Rick yells at us.

The original walker falls onto its back, and both Rick and Morales make a bee-line for the truck, shouldering their way past walker after walker after walker, until they reach the door. They step over the flailing walker and climb inside. We make room for them as fast as we can. I climb onto my Dad's lap behind the wheel as Morales slams the door closed, panting, covered head to toe in blood of all different colors.

"Go!" Rick pats the dash. "Drive! We gotta go!"

"What about all the stuff out there?" I ask.

The dishes, the bucket, the chairs.

"We have to leave it." Rick shakes his head. "We can't stay here a second longer."

"Everyone good?" My Dad asks him, turning the keys.

"Yeah." He pants. "Got— Got caught off guard, that's all. Everyone else was still inside the cars. They're safe."

The truck sputters to life. Dad stomps on the gas. The tyres squeal all at once, and we tear off into the forest, between clusters of thin trees. The walkers try to cling on, but they're too weak to keep up and they topple over into the dirt. We leave them in the distance — shrinking, shrinking, shrinking, until they look like little stick figures, and then like nothing. The truck bumps and wobbles along the dirt road, following after the RV.

Behind us, the rest of the vehicles catch up.

Rick counts them through the back window. He sighs. Everyone's here.

As branches hit the sides of the truck, he speaks up. "You two okay? Harley, you okay?"

"Yeah," I nod. "Just... There were so many of 'em."

He puts his hand on my shoulder, leaning his head back, closing his eyes. "Tell me about it."

We enjoy the silence — the calm — as we make our way through the woods. I can tell Dad wants to ask what happened, but he keeps his mouth shut for now. Caught off guard? What does that mean? After some time, we reach a break in the trees. We tail the RV as it pulls back onto the highway that we started on, feeling just a little more exhausted than we were the day before; dirtier, bloodier, and hungrier.

At least we're alive.

It's not until we've been driving for at least twenty minutes that I spot the bite mark on Morales' wrist.

Oh.

Rick catches me looking, but he doesn't look surprised.

He just looks defeated.

The next time we stop, it's not to siphon gas or to sleep.

It's to kill Morales.

We all wait together on the highway as Shane and Rick march him into the trees. It'll be quick and painless, were the words they used. Apparently, Morales chose to be shot in the head instead of bein' left to turn, and they're gonna honour that choice by killing him. Louis and Eliza weren't comforted by any of this, though. Neither was Miranda. I feel so awful for them. They cling to each other, a family made up of pain and hurt waiting for the worst to come, which will be in the form of an echoing Bang a few minutes from now.

Jacqui gives Miranda's tear-coated cheek a kiss, and Lori rubs her back gently.

It's the best anyone can do.

My Dad sits next to me on the bed of the truck, watching the trio disappear between the shrubs.

Rick's revolver glints in the afternoon sun.

"It's gonna be like Tank again, ain't it?" I ask numbly, ready.

It's quick and painless, the vet-lady had said, before she poked him with a needle that sent him into a permanent sleep.

"Yeah." He mutters.

He rubs my back now, as well.

It's a bit like Jenner, too, I accidently think, And a bit like Momma.

Sadly, I muse, "I liked Morales."

He grips my shoulder and pulls me into his side.

Together we watch summer clouds pan overhead.

Bang!

Kinda sounds like a firework.

Miranda starts weeping.

Quick and painless.

Maybe for Morales.

But not for us.

It's two days later now, and we still haven't reached Fort Benning.

Miranda, Louis and Eliza are no longer part of the group. After Morales died, they wanted to leave, and so they left. After some convincing, Rick and Shane set them up with a box of bullets, a pistol, and a map, and then we all exchanged hugs. Eliza gave me and Sophia each of her two beaded bracelets. We were real sad to be saying goodbye the other kids like this. Their little station wagon drove off into the horizon, and then that was it — We were suddenly down four people; one dead, and three gone, all overnight. I never realized how small our group was until then.

I think everybody's takin' it pretty hard — Especially Rick, who hasn't spoke in days. I think he was the one that shot Morales.

Problems, I can handle. Full-scale disasters, not so much.

Nobody from our group has died until now, so I'd say this classifies as a full-scale disaster.

I think what we've learnt from all this is that whether you're scavenging or travelling, you can't cheat yourself out of danger.

Still, we've been pushing on. It's what we do best.

Sitting in the passenger seat of the RV, I try re-reading Hairy Maclary again while Dale drives beside me, but it's hard to concentrate. I give up after a while and switch to gazing outside at the rolling landscape. Every now and then, we pass a walker, and I'm reminded of everything all over again.

I'm staring at a bird soaring alongside the highway when the RV comes to a stop.

"Ah, jeez." Dale mutters.

I frown, "What's goin' on?"

When I look out the window, the answer is immediately obvious.

"Oh."

"Jammed to Hell." He sighs.

"We gotta be cursed or somethin'." I mumble. "So much is goin' wrong."

He chuckles a little. "I think you might be right about that."

Glenn walks up behind us and grabs both our chairs, peering outside at the littering of cars.

"Wow..." He sighs.

Dale gestures vaguely at it all. "Just our luck, isn't it?"

"Maybe we can circle back?" Glenn suggests. "There was an interstate bypass back there."

Dale shakes his head. "We can't spare the fuel."

I glance at the fuel meter. I don't know how it works, but I'm pretty sure the E is for empty, and the needle is way too close to it right now.

My Dad brings the truck up besides the RV.

"You see a way through?" Dale calls out to him.

Dad nods us forward, driving ahead to guide us through the wreckage. Dale follows. He steers the huge RV along the narrow path, and we crawl along like this for a couple minutes. We watch in unison as a group of birds casually peck at an empty baby seat strewn across the tarmac. They stare at us with their beady little eyes as we pass. There are car crashes mangled in with the guardrail, and walker-bodies smeared into the gravel. I remember bein' on a highway exactly like this one with my Dad and my Uncle Merle, in the beginning, when people still thought they could drive away from it all. We chose to leave after a while, but many stayed. I guess this is pretty much what happened to them all.

All of a sudden, as we're turning a slight corner, the RV gives out a clunk, clunk, clunk noise.

That's not good.

"What was that?" Glenn frowns.

Clunk!

As if to answer, smoke starts trickling out from underneath the hood.

We roll along for a couple more feet before creaking to a definite stop.

That's not good either.

"Ugh, it's that darn radiator hose." Dale slaps his knee, frustrated. "I knew it wouldn't survive the trip. I just knew it."

He gets up, and me and Glenn follow him outside into the hot sun.

Both ahead of us and behind us, the others hop out their cars, confused.

"I said it, didn't I?" Dale complains, watching hopelessly as his precious RV billows smoke. "A thousand times... Dead in the water."

I try smiling. "Don't worry. We'll fix it."

He tries smiling back, but he doesn't look too convinced.

Shane approaches. "Problem, Dale?"

"Oh, I don't know." He sighs. "Just the small matter of being stranded in the middle of nowhere, with a herd breathing down our necks and no hope of ever finding a new—" He cuts himself off, remembering where it is we're standing exactly. "Okay," He mutters, "That was dumb."

We're surrounded by radiator hoses.

"If you can't find a radiator hose here..." Shane scoffs.

My Dad jogs up to us, frowning at the broken engine. "What's goin' on? That the hose again?"

Dale nods. "Broken, just like I predicted."

Dad shrugs. "I can have a go fixin' it up. You got tools?"

"A few. Nothing fancy."

"I can siphon more fuel." T-Dog offers.

Carol suggests, "Maybe find some water?"

"And some food." Glenn adds, cringing already at the thought of eating another dinner of skunk-kidneys. "We could definitely use some food."

Everyone looks like they agree with that sentiment.

Rick considers all this.

It wasn't his plan to scavenge any more, but we need to, and we're not gonna get a more perfect opportunity than this.

"Okay," He eventually decides, clearing his throat. "We'll split into pairs; conquer this one car at a time, together. T-Dog, Glenn. See if you can't find us some more fuel. Shane, Daryl. You're with me. We'll circle the area for walkers, make sure it's safe for now. Dale, you're on watch. We don't need that herd sneaking up on us today. Rest of you, don't wander too far. And keep an eye out for any food and water laying around, okay? We'll be back on track in about half an hour, I reckon."

"Are you sure about this?" Lori asks, clutching her necklace. "This place is a graveyard."

"It—" Rick shakes his head. "It'll have to do."

"C'mon, y'all." Shane says. "Let's just take a look around. Doesn't have to take long."

With that, Rick's new plan is put into motion.

I look down at the pink and green bracelet on my wrist, next to Amy's hair lackey, and I pretend I don't feel sad at all.

I been doin' that a lot lately.

Author's Note.

Okay, admittedly, this one is a little filler-y... I just needed to set up the whole herd situation, and I also wanted to spend a little more time on the road before we reach the farm. I still hope you enjoyed. I've been feeling a little insecure recently about how often I've been deviating from canon, but I'm trying to ignore it, haha.

RIP Morales. Season two just wasn't in the cards for him.

Also the Shane vs Daryl thing didn't really come up in this chapter... Oops. Next time! It's about to get crazy for those two, ahaha. I have some interesting things planned for them and Harley.

Thank you everyone for reading!

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Part 1: Red. ❤️ Have you ever....

ran a red light?

worn a red dress?

shopped at Kmart?

driven a red car?

shopped at Target?

ridden a mechanical bull?

played Red Rover at recess?

been in love with someone that you had no chance with?

believed in Santa?

drank Coca Cola out of a glass bottle?

watched Clifford: The Big Red Dog?

ate at Red Robin?

listened to the song "Red" by Taylor Swift?

worn red high heels?

worn bright red lipstick?

gone on a blind date?

watched Miranda Sings on YouTube?

tried red wine?

had a kiss that felt magical?

stolen a stop sign?

ran a stop sign?

been given a rose?

had your heart broken?

been pulled over by the cops?

owned a Raggedy Ann doll?

dyed your hair red?

gone strawberry picking?

been called a redneck?

drank Red Bull?

Part 2: Orange. 🧡 Have you ever....

drank orange juice?

worn an orange shirt?

drank orange soda?

watched Kenan and Kel?

watched the movie Good Burger?

been to Orange County, California?

been to Florida?

lived in Florida?

watched The OC?

eaten an orange?

eaten carrot cake?

carved a pumpkin?

worked in construction?

worn an orange dress?

worn a life vest?

watched a sunset on the beach?

had orange as one of your school's colors?

built a snowman and used a carrot for a nose?

eaten a carrot?

celebrated Halloween?

been to a pumpkin patch?

drank an Orange Julius?

drank an Orange Cream Shake from Arbys'?

felt awkward while dancing?

fallen flat on your face in public?

owned a Cabbage Patch doll?

hit an orange traffic cone with your car?

painted your bedroom walls orange?

seen a monarch butterfly?

Part 3: Yellow. 💛 Have you ever...

ridden a school bus to school?

worn a yellow dress?

worn yellow eyeshadow?

drank fresh-squeezed lemonade from a lemonade stand?

ran a lemonade stand?

been stung by a bee?

stepped on a bee?

had a bad reaction to a bee sting?

ridden in a taxi?

stolen a street sign?

wished upon a star?

felt a sense of calm when you looked up at the moon?

worn a crescent-moon necklace?

walked through a field of sunflowers?

watched Bananas and Pajamas?

slipped on a banana peel?

played Mario Kart?

used a banana phone?

stole a piece of caution tape?

sat inside the wheel of a tractor?

ate a piece of lemon meringue pie?

set a mousetrap?

had a dog that loved tennis balls?

played tennis on a team?

thrown a tennis ball to a dog?

owned a tennis ball?

had yellow as one of your school's colors?

ate banana pudding?

used a banana to make a smoothie?

Part 4: Green. 💚 Have you ever...

watched Gumby?

felt jealous of someone?

planted a garden?

been jealous of a friend?

had a friend that was jealous of you?

made a salad that was really good?

mowed a lawn?

tried avocado toast?

cut cucumbers?

thought olive green was an ugly color?

been told you have a "green thumb"?

had green as one of your school's colors?

been called an alien?

owned an alien figurine?

found a four-leaf clover?

kissed a frog?

owned a notebook or journal that was made out of recycled paper?

been to a Palm Sunday church service where they used real palm leaves?

planted a tree?

been in a 4H club?

made a clover with your tongue?

known someone named Cloe whose nickname was Clover?

been to Ireland?

smoked marijuana?

been to Greenland?

dyed your hair green?

spilled pickle juice all over yourself?

ate a whole pickle?

drank green tea?

Part 5: Blue. 💙 Have you ever....

swam in the ocean?

lived in a blue house?

lived in a blue apartment building?

watched Blue's Clues?

had a blue raspberry snow cone?

had a blue raspberry slushee?

went to a blues music festival?

listend to bluegrass music?

dyed your hair blue?

had blueberry pancakes?

had blueberry waffles?

cried yourself to sleep?

cried in a movie theater?

had blue as one of your school's colors?

had to wear a navy blue skirt as part of a school uniform?

had to wear something navy blue as part of a work uniform?

painted your bedroom walls blue?

drove a blue car?

dated someone with blue eyes?

decorated a pair of blue jeans?

had a best friend who's favorite color was blue?

used a bluetooth device?

watched the Smurfs?

used the phrase "once in a blue moon"?

fed blueberries to a baby?

thought Robin's egg blue was a lovely color?

had a shade of blue that you didn't like?

known someone who couldn't tell the difference between blue and green?

gotten annoyed when someone called teal "blue"?

Part 6: Purple. 💜 Have you ever...

worn a purple dress?

dyed your hair purple?

worn purple eyeglasses?

had a purple phone?

painted your bedroom walls purple?

had a best friend who's favorite color was purple?

worn purple lipstick?

found out you were allergic to lavender?

eaten grapes?

used the demon emoji?

had purple as one of your favorite colors?

argued with someone over whether magenta was more pink or more purple?

argued with someone over whether periwinkle was more purple or more blue?

owned a purple Christmas tree?

watched Barney and Friends?

worn purple eyeshadow?

worn a purple sweater?

worn purple nail polish?

owned a purple umbrella?

thought orchid was a beautiful color?

worn a purple shirt?

drank grape juice?

owned a crystal ball?

watched That's So Raven?

thought purple was the best color for bridesmaid's dresses?

worn purple high heels?

worn a purple suit?

used the purple heart emoji?

known someone named Crystal?

Part 7: Pink. 💖 Have you ever....

watched Pink Panther?

worn pink lipstick?

worn pink dress?

worn a pink shirt?

had a friend who's favorite color was pink?

dyed your hair pink?

taken ballet lessons?

taken a pointe class?

been to a live Nutcracker performance?

auditioned for the Nutcracker?

had pink as one of your favorite colors?

played with Barbie dolls?

owned a Barbie doll?

cut a Barbie's hair?

hated the color pink?

chewed bubblegum?

been to Minnie Mouse's house?

planted tulips?

worn pink pants?

wished pink were one of your school colors?

painted your bedroom walls pink?

thought of yourself as a girly-girl?

had a pink laptop?

had a pink phone?

sold Mary Kay?

seen a real live flamingo in person?

thought pigs were cute?

had a pig for a pet?

wanted a pig for a pet?

Part 8: Black. 🖤 Have you ever....

dyed your hair black?

worn black lipstick?

worn black nail polish? had an almost entirely black wardrobe?

had black as one of your school's colors?

known someone with the last name Black?

been a blackbelt in karate?

drank black tea?

owned a pirate flag?

had a black cat?

been superstitious?

had to set up an ant trap in your house?

had black as your favorite color?

shopped at Hot Topic?

owned a Blackberry?

owned a blackboard?

worn black pants as part of a work uniform?

worn a black dance leotard?

worn a black bow tie?

played blackjack at a casino?

watched the movie Men in Black?

listened to the song "Black Velvet"?

driven a black car?

wondered what the difference was between a raven and a crow?

eaten a pizza with black olives on it?

took the black olives off of a pizza before you ate it?

worn a ninja costume?

worn black yoga pants?

seen a black squirrel?

Part 9: White. ⚪️ Have you ever....

went wedding dress shopping?

seen snow in person?

built a snowman?

went sledding?

had to wear a white shirt as part of a school uniform?

had to wear a white shirt as part of a work uniform?

had white as one of your school's colors?

caught a snowflake on your tongue?

worn white pants?

had a white dog?

had a white cat?

lived in a white house?

driven a white car?

worn white tights?

drawn on a whiteboard?

owned a mini whiteboard?

been snowboarding?

been skiing?

been ice skating?

owned a pair of ice skates?

known someone with the last name White?

been to the White House?

eaten soft-serve ice cream?

played ice hockey?

watched the movie Snow White and the Seven Dwarves?

worn a Snow White costume?

used white-out?

thought you didn't look good in white?

been given a white rose?

Part 10: Brown. 🐻 Have you ever....

bought a box of chocolates for yourself?

had a friend with the last name Brown?

had brown hair?

dated someone with brown eyes?

felt sick from eating too many chocolates?

sat under a tree and read a book?

built a treehouse?

lived in a log cabin?

slept in a log cabin at camp?

been to a bonfire?

chopped wood for a bonfire?

played house in a big brown box when you were younger?

worn a brown dress?

used the poop emoji?

felt like 💩?

been treated like 💩?

ridden a horse?

ate too many brownies?

been to a high school football game?

played the violin?

climbed a ladder?

walked under a ladder?

built something out of wood?

taken a woodworking class?

lived in a house with a wooden staircase?

painted a wooden chair?

painted a wooden door?

eaten at Auntie Anne's?

baked a batch of cookies?

Part 11: Gray. ☑️ Have you ever....

ridden an elephant?

found a mouse in your house?

painted rocks and hid them in your town?

thrown a rock at someone's window?

had someone throw a rock at your window? 🪨

known someone with the last name Gray?

seen a tornado in person?

set a table? used a microphone?

been to Mount Rushmore?

owned a gray laptop?

flipped a coin?

used a hammer?

used a saw?

had a satellite dish in front of your house?

had a coin collection?

witnessed a sword fight?

walked through a cemetery?

pushed a shopping cart all the way home?

looked for a paper clip and couldn't find one?

dyed your hair gray?

found a gray hair on your head?

known someone named Greyson?

worn a gray dress?

lived in a gray house?

worn a gray shirt?

watched 50 Shades of Gray?

worked in an old folks' home?

written your name in wet cement?

Part 12: Rainbow! 🌈 Have you ever...

seen a double rainbow?

ate Twix cereal?

ate Fruity Pebbles?

played Twister?

been to a Gay Pride event?

dressed up as a clown?

looked through a kaleidoscope?

ate Skittles?

questioned your sexuality?

taken a picture of a rainbow in the sky?

thought it would be fun to slide down a rainbow?

worn rainbow eyeshadow?

dressed up as a unicorn?

painted each of your fingernails a different color?

seen a rainbow out your bedroom window?

ate Fruit Loops?

been given a rainbow rose?

worn a rainbow rose corsage?

watched Rainbow Brite?

snacked on conversation hearts?

tie-dyed a shirt?

tie-dyed a pair of shorts?

made crayon melt art?

played a xylophone?

worn rainbow suspenders?

used a Lisa Frank folder for school?

drew a picture of a rainbow?

tried to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?

ate Gushers?

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Have you ever (Colors!) ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

by joybucket

Part 1: Red. ❤️ Have you ever....

ran a red light? 🚦

worn a red dress? 💃

shopped at Kmart? 🛒

driven a red car? 🚗

shopped at Target? 🎯

ridden a mechanical bull?

played Red Rover at recess? 🛝

been in love with someone that you had no chance with?

believed in Santa? 🎅

drank Coca Cola out of a glass bottle?

watched Clifford: The Big Red Dog?

ate at Red Robin?

listened to the song "Red" by Taylor Swift?

worn red high heels? 👠

worn bright red lipstick? 💄

gone on a blind date?

watched Miranda Sings on YouTube? 💄

tried red wine? 🍷

had a kiss that felt magical? 💋

stolen a stop sign? 🛑

ran a stop sign? 🛑

been given a rose? 🌹

had your heart broken? 💔

been pulled over by the cops? 🚨

owned a Raggedy Ann doll?

dyed your hair red? 👩‍🦰

gone strawberry picking? 🍓

been called a redneck?

drank Red Bull?

Part 2: Orange. 🧡 Have you ever....

drank orange juice?

worn an orange shirt?

drank orange soda?

watched Kenan and Kel?

watched the movie Good Burger? 🍔

been to Orange County, California?

been to Florida? 🍊

lived in Florida?

watched The OC?

eaten an orange? 🍊

eaten carrot cake? 🥕

carved a pumpkin? 🎃

worked in construction? 👷‍♀️

worn an orange dress?

worn a life vest?

watched a sunset on the beach? 🏝

had orange as one of your school's colors?

built a snowman and used a carrot for a nose? 🥕

eaten a carrot? 🥕

celebrated Halloween? 🎃

been to a pumpkin patch?

drank an Orange Julius?

drank an Orange Cream Shake from Arbys'? 🥤

felt awkward while dancing? 💃

fallen flat on your face in public?

owned a Cabbage Patch doll? 🥬

hit an orange traffic cone with your car?

painted your bedroom walls orange?

seen a monarch butterfly?

Part 3: Yellow. 💛 Have you ever...

ridden a school bus to school?

worn a yellow dress?

worn yellow eyeshadow?

drank fresh-squeezed lemonade from a lemonade stand? 🍋

ran a lemonade stand? 🍋

been stung by a bee? 🐝

stepped on a bee? 🐝

had a bad reaction to a bee sting? 🐝

ridden in a taxi? 🚕

stolen a street sign? 🚸

wished upon a star? ⭐️

felt a sense of calm when you looked up at the moon? 🌙

worn a crescent-moon necklace? 🌙

walked through a field of sunflowers? 🌻

watched Bananas and Pajamas? 🍌

slipped on a banana peel? 🍌

played Mario Kart? 🍌

used a banana phone? 🍌

stole a piece of caution tape?

sat inside the wheel of a tractor? 🚜

ate a piece of lemon meringue pie? 🍋

set a mousetrap? 🧀

had a dog that loved tennis balls? 🎾

played tennis on a team? 🎾

thrown a tennis ball to a dog? 🎾

owned a tennis ball? 🎾

had yellow as one of your school's colors?

ate banana pudding?

used a banana to make a smoothie? 🍌

Part 4: Green. 💚 Have you ever...

watched Gumby?

felt jealous of someone?

planted a garden? 🌸

been jealous of a friend?

had a friend that was jealous of you?

made a salad that was really good? 🥗

mowed a lawn?

tried avocado toast? 🥑

cut cucumbers? 🥒

thought olive green was an ugly color? 🫒

been told you have a "green thumb"?

had green as one of your school's colors?

been called an alien? 👽

owned an alien figurine? 👽

found a four-leaf clover? 🍀

kissed a frog? 🐸

owned a notebook or journal that was made out of recycled paper? ♻️

been to a Palm Sunday church service where they used real palm leaves? 🌿

planted a tree? 🌳

been in a 4H club? 🍀

made a clover with your tongue? ☘️

known someone named Cloe whose nickname was Clover?

been to Ireland? 🇮🇪

smoked marijuana?

been to Greenland? 🇬🇱

dyed your hair green?

spilled pickle juice all over yourself?

ate a whole pickle?

drank green tea? 🍵

Part 5: Blue. 💙 Have you ever....

swam in the ocean? 🌊

lived in a blue house?

lived in a blue apartment building?

watched Blue's Clues?

had a blue raspberry snow cone?

had a blue raspberry slushee

went to a blues music festival?

listend to bluegrass music? 🪕

dyed your hair blue?

had blueberry pancakes? 🫐🥞

had blueberry waffles? 🫐🧇

cried yourself to sleep?

cried in a movie theater? 🍿

had blue as one of your school's colors?

had to wear a navy blue skirt as part of a school uniform?

had to wear something navy blue as part of a work uniform?

painted your bedroom walls blue?

drove a blue car? 🚙

dated someone with blue eyes?

decorated a pair of blue jeans? 👖

had a best friend who's favorite color was blue?

used a bluetooth device?

watched the Smurfs?

used the phrase "once in a blue moon"?

fed blueberries to a baby? 🫐 👶

thought Robin's egg blue was a lovely color? 🪺

had a shade of blue that you didn't like?

known someone who couldn't tell the difference between blue and green?

gotten annoyed when someone called teal "blue"?

Part 6: Purple. 💜 Have you ever...

worn a purple dress?

dyed your hair purple?

worn purple eyeglasses?

had a purple phone?

painted your bedroom walls purple?

had a best friend who's favorite color was purple?

worn purple lipstick?

found out you were allergic to lavender?

eaten grapes? 🍇

used the demon emoji? 👿

had purple as one of your favorite colors?

argued with someone over whether magenta was more pink or more purple?

argued with someone over whether periwinkle was more purple or more blue?

owned a purple Christmas tree?

watched Barney and Friends?

worn purple eyeshadow?

worn a purple sweater?

worn purple nail polish? 💅

owned a purple umbrella? ☂️

thought orchid was a beautiful color?

worn a purple shirt?

drank grape juice?

owned a crystal ball? 🔮

watched That's So Raven?

thought purple was the best color for bridesmaid's dresses?

worn purple high heels?

worn a purple suit? 🕺

used the purple heart emoji? 💜

known someone named Crystal? 🔮

Part 7: Pink. 💖 Have you ever....

watched Pink Panther?

worn pink lipstick?

worn pink dress?

worn a pink shirt? 👚

had a friend who's favorite color was pink?

dyed your hair pink?

taken ballet lessons? 🩰

taken a pointe class? 🩰

been to a live Nutcracker performance?

auditioned for the Nutcracker?

had pink as one of your favorite colors?

played with Barbie dolls?

owned a Barbie doll?

cut a Barbie's hair? 💇‍♀️

hated the color pink?

chewed bubblegum?

been to Minnie Mouse's house?

planted tulips? 🌷

worn pink pants?

wished pink were one of your school colors?

painted your bedroom walls pink?

thought of yourself as a girly-girl? 👗

had a pink laptop?

had a pink phone?

sold Mary Kay?

seen a real live flamingo in person? 🦩

thought pigs were cute? 🐷

had a pig for a pet?

wanted a pig for a pet?

Part 8: Black. 🖤 Have you ever....

dyed your hair black?

worn black lipstick?

worn black nail polish?

had an almost entirely black wardrobe?

had black as one of your school's colors?

known someone with the last name Black?

been a blackbelt in karate? 🥋

drank black tea? ☕️

owned a pirate flag? 🏴‍☠️

had a black cat?

been superstitious?

had to set up an ant trap in your house? 🐜

had black as your favorite color?

shopped at Hot Topic?

owned a Blackberry?

owned a blackboard?

worn black pants as part of a work uniform?

worn a black dance leotard? 👯‍♀️

worn a black bow tie?

played blackjack at a casino?

watched the movie Men in Black?

listened to the song "Black Velvet"?

driven a black car?

wondered what the difference was between a raven and a crow?

eaten a pizza with black olives on it?

took the black olives off of a pizza before you ate it? 🍕

worn a ninja costume? 🥷

worn black yoga pants?

seen a black squirrel?

Part 9: White. ⚪️ Have you ever....

went wedding dress shopping?

seen snow in person? ❄️

built a snowman? ☃️

went sledding? 🛷

had to wear a white shirt as part of a school uniform?

had to wear a white shirt as part of a work uniform?

had white as one of your school's colors?

caught a snowflake on your tongue? ❄️

worn white pants?

had a white dog?

had a white cat?

lived in a white house?

driven a white car?

worn white tights?

drawn on a whiteboard?

owned a mini whiteboard?

been snowboarding? 🏂

been skiing? ⛷

been ice skating? ⛸

owned a pair of ice skates? ⛸

known someone with the last name White?

been to the White House?

eaten soft-serve ice cream? 🍦

played ice hockey? 🏒

watched the movie Snow White and the Seven Dwarves?

worn a Snow White costume?

used white-out?

thought you didn't look good in white?

been given a white rose?

Part 10: Brown. 🤎 Have you ever....

bought a box of chocolates for yourself? 💝

had a friend with the last name Brown?

had brown hair?

dated someone with brown eyes?

felt sick from eating too many chocolates?🤎

sat under a tree and read a book? 🌳

built a treehouse?

lived in a log cabin?

slept in a log cabin at camp?

been to a bonfire? 🪵

chopped wood for a bonfire? 🪵

played house in a big brown box when you were younger? 📦

worn a brown dress?

used the poop emoji? 💩

felt like 💩?

been treated like 💩?

ridden a horse? 🐎

ate too many brownies?

been to a high school football game? 🏈

played the violin? 🎻

climbed a ladder? 🪜

walked under a ladder? 🪜

built something out of wood? 🔧

taken a woodworking class? 🪚

lived in a house with a wooden staircase?

painted a wooden chair? 🪑

painted a wooden door? 🚪

eaten at Auntie Anne's? ��

baked a batch of cookies? 🍪

Part 11: Gray. ☑️ Have you ever....

ridden an elephant? 🐘

found a mouse in your house? 🐀

painted rocks and hid them in your town? 🪨

thrown a rock at someone's window? 🪨

had someone throw a rock at your window? 🪨

known someone with the last name Gray?

seen a tornado in person? 🌪

set a table? 🍽

used a microphone? 🎤

been to Mount Rushmore? 🗿

owned a gray laptop? 💻

flipped a coin? 🪙

used a hammer? 🔨

used a saw? 🪚

had a satellite dish in front of your house? 📡

had a coin collection? 🪙

witnessed a sword fight? ⚔️

walked through a cemetery? 🪦

pushed a shopping cart all the way home? 🛒

looked for a paper clip and couldn't find one? 📎

dyed your hair gray? 👩🏼‍🦳

found a gray hair on your head?

known someone named Greyson?

worn a gray dress?

lived in a gray house?

worn a gray shirt?

watched 50 Shades of Gray?

worked in an old folks' home?

written your name in wet cement?

Part 12: Rainbow! 🌈 Have you ever...

seen a double rainbow? 🌈

ate Trix cereal? 🥣

ate Fruity Pebbles? 🥣

played Twister? 🔴🟠🟡🟢🔵🟣

been to a Gay Pride event? 🏳️‍🌈

dressed up as a clown? 🤡

looked through a kaleidoscope?

ate Skittles? 🟣🔵🟢🟡🟠🔴

questioned your sexuality? 🏳️‍🌈

taken a picture of a rainbow in the sky? 🌈

thought it would be fun to slide down a rainbow? 🌈

worn rainbow eyeshadow?

dressed up as a unicorn? 🦄

painted each of your fingernails a different color? 💅

seen a rainbow out your bedroom window? 🌈

ate Fruit Loops?

been given a rainbow rose?

worn a rainbow rose corsage?

watched Rainbow Brite?

snacked on conversation hearts? ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

tie-dyed a shirt?

tie-dyed a pair of shorts?

made crayon melt art? 🖍

played a xylophone?

worn rainbow suspenders?

used a Lisa Frank folder for school? 🦄🌈

drew a picture of a rainbow? 🌈

tried to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?

ate Gushers?

Final Questions!

What's your favorite color?

Pink or Green?

What are your top three favorite colors?

Pink, green, teal

Do you like bright colors?

Yeah

What color is your hair?

Brown

...and is that your natural hair color?

Yeah

What color are your eyes?

Brown

What color was your first car?

Blue-green

What color was the home you grew up in?

Moms was Salmon, then blue-gray, and dads was yellow

What color was your high school graduation cap and gown? 🎓

Black

Did you like this survey?

Yeah

I hope you have a colorful day! 🌈

#survey

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a little cheer for @the-pudding-is-a-lie who’s a powerhouse! making so much great work right now!!! YOU GO, PUDDING!!!! WOO~!!!! 💛🍮

#pidgy doodles #pudding's so cool #they're super sweet!!!!#just like their name implies!!!!!#MAXIMUM SWEETNESS~!!!!#watch out!#hehehe!#and yes #that IS a pudding frog shirt #i designed it just for Pudding #<3

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applepi-1 · 3 years

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They comfort you after a break up

Sugawara x you

Kenma x you

Suna x you

(Picking names was hard, I used a random picker wheel and apparently, my computer loves Tsukishima, Akaashi, and Bokuto a lot.)

Also Kenma's is longer... :)

Suga- 820 words

You were at his house in front of his door, sighing lightly before knocking. You could hear his footsteps, you felt stupid and guilty for waking him up at 11. He looked at you softly, only to turn into worry as he noticed your clothes were a bit messy, your cheeks were puffy, and your hair looks like a rat's nest. "Uh, Y/n?"

"Can I stay here tonight...?" Suga opened his door letting you walk in, immediately closing it behind you, grabbing your arms so he could look at you better.

"What's going on?" He quickly stepped to you, "Oh no no no, N/n, don't cry, it'll be okay, I'm here now." He sat you on the couch before sitting next to you, taking you into his arms. He cradled you, as you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him as you cried into his chest. He silently held me for a moment before he spoke again. "Y/n, do you want to talk about it? Tell me what happened."

You pulled yourself out of his chest enough to look him in the eyes, "B/n broke it off." Ugh. You don't need him to see you like this. You know that he wouldn't react very well to the breakup. When you had first said yes to B/n when he'd asked you out, Suga had gone to him and told him to take good care of you, and to talk things out if they got rough. Well, B/n left you crying and Suga is not happy to see you like this. You're sure he's thinking about stabbing him multiple times.

His expression went from concerned to shocked to angry to comforting in less than two seconds. "Oh Y/n," he hugged you, holding you tighter. "Did he say why?"

"He just wasn't feeling it anymore, his feelings had gone flat and run out." You cried into his chest, your salty tears staining his Polo shirt. "He wasn't interested in me anymore."

He rubbed your back, comforting you, "Y/n, it's going to be okay, I've got you. I won't let anyone hurt you anymore." He pulled you into his lap as he leaned against the back of the couch. "I know that it hurts, but I promise you I will never let anyone hurt you like this ever again." He kissed the top of your head and you cried harder.

"Sh...Sh...n/n... We should watch a movie." He whispered once you calmed down.

He reached across the couch and grabbing the remote. He typed in a movie title quickly so that you couldn't see. Then it was loading in front of you.

You admired how he was so focused on making you happy. You liked that he paid attention.

But of course, you paid attention to him too. You noticed how his hair is a mess, and how he was wearing a t-shirt, he knew he could always be comfortable around you. You loved the way he carried himself confidently when he walked. You loved when he called you, 'Love', it made you feel a different kind of special than other names. You picked him as your best friend for a reason.

However that may be, you also couldn't help but admire that when he reached for the remote, his arm was very close to you and his lean muscle was hard not to attend brain cells too. He held you tight and you could feel his strong chest, and his toned abdomen embracing you. When you looked into his eyes, you could feel yourself falling in love with their shade and color. When he spoke, his deep voice entranced your thoughts. You couldn't deny that he was attractive.

"Love," he said. "Are you watching the movie?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair, twisting the ends between his first finger and thumb.

You looked up at him, "Sugawara,"

"Yes?" he asked.

"I just wanted to say your name," you said. "I like to say your name."

"I like saying your name too." he smiled.

You looked into his eyes, and he looked right back at yours, he very slowly, leaned in slightly, his eyes starting to close. He lightly pressed his lips to yours, in a very tender kiss. He pulled away, slightly. A blush rising on your cheeks. Your heart fluttered. He smiled and you did too.

You rested your head on his chest once again and thought about what just happened. He kissed you. On the lips. With his lips. They were soft, and they pressed on yours ever so lightly and you wanted that amazing feeling again. The soft gentleness of his love pressed to your skin, your lips. You loved him, he was your best friend.

You looked up at him again, making him look at you. "Suga, what just happened?" You asked.

"I kissed you," he said. Then he thought for a moment, "Yeah, I kissed you."

Kenma- 1705 words

"Kenma?" You asked on your phone, your voice wavering. You could just feel the lump/frog in your throat creeping up because, first of all, even though Kenma was your friend, you always got a little bit nervous when you talked to him, once you had developed a crush on him. And second of all, you were on the verge of tears.

"Hey, Y/n. Are you alright? Do you need me to come by your house? Is there anything wrong? Or am I just overreacting?" he said. You could tell that he was obviously worried, just by hearing his tone and his many questions.

"I'm fine. But can you please come over? I need a friend." You stated simply, not revealing too much.

"I'll leave my place in a minute and I'll be over there as soon as possible. Okay?" You nodded in response, forgetting that he couldn't see me at the moment.

"Thank you." Your voice was barely above a whisper now. Kenma wouldn't get off the phone because he kept wanting to make sure that you were alright. "Dude I'm okay. I'm just not sure that you'll be if you keep this call on while running. I need you, though, so please just hang up and come as soon as you can." You had to be the one to hang up, even though it pained you to do so. At the moment, though, it had seemed like it pained him more.

~ Time Skip ~

There was a knock on your door and you knew who it must have been.

You knew that it was too early for your family to be back. You were home alone while everyone else was out at dinner. Somehow, you had convinced your parents to let you stay home, alone. They said that as long as you didn't party and no one, that you didn't trust, came into the house, they'd be fine with it and they'd probably let you do it again.

You got off of your bed, which you had ended up crying in, and started walking down the stairs.

Sweeping your hair out of your face and trying to smooth it out, you went over to the door. You took a deep breath, pulled down both of your sleeves, and put on the best fake smile that you could muster.

As soon as you saw him, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. You didn't even offer to let him in at first. All you did was take in his handsomeness. blond hair with black roots and his golden eyes; wearing his usual, laid-back outfit that you always enjoyed. It was weird to you how one person could help alter your mood, by even just the tiniest bit.

"Aren't you gonna let me in?" he asked, smiling at you, with a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. He looked down at his phone hoping you didn't see it.

"Oh, sorry!" You apologized, gesturing for him to come into the house and shut the door behind him.

"Hey, I hate to do this to you, but do you mind if I take a look at what's in the kitchen?" he asked. "I had practice and I changed, walked over to my house and that's when you called. Now I'm starving."

"Sure!" You replied with fake cheeriness, going toward the living room. He walked into the kitchen, which had a pretty nice view of the room you were going in. "And I'm sorry. I should have let you stay over at your house." You faked a laugh, which screamed the word 'fake', and that gave your whole charade away. He walked into the living room, where you were about to sit down on the couch. Taking a seat next to you, he turned toward you.

"Y/n, what's with all of the apologizing?" Before you could respond, he added, "If you really wanna apologize, don't feel bad about things like those. Apologize for lying to me."

You knew that he wasn't going to let you lie to him anymore, who were you kidding to be lying to him, so you quit your act and put down your guard. You looked into his eyes and he could see that you were on the verge of breaking so he put his arms up as you crashed into him and wrapped your arms around him, starting to let out your sobs. You cried into his t-shirt and, strangely, he didn't actually seem to mind. He wrapped his arms around you and brought you in even closer to him.

When he started to rub circles with his hands on your back, you started to relax. Nobody had ever made you feel that comfortable before when you were as distraught as you are at the time.

You started to control your breathing and he just kept you enveloped in his arms. He put his chin on top of your head and mumbled, more to himself than to you, "It's okay pudding."

Once you had stabilized your tears and breathing, you looked up and took a quick glance into his eyes. You looked away quickly, though. You were fearing that he was going to judge you or use this moment against you. It's not like he was that type of person, because he really wasn't, but nobody had actually seen you so vulnerable before and you weren't sure how he, nor anyone for that matter, would respond.

"It's okay," he promised. "You can tell me anything and I swear I won't tell anyone unless I think it could help. And I'd tell you first. You do not have to feel embarrassed around me."

You looked back into his eyes and saw how sincere he was being. Just by looking into his eyes, you could see loyalty, sincerity, honesty, and care. You were super grateful to have him as a friend. He's not used to this, Kenma's not used to comforting anyone, or good with his words, so it shocked you a little.

"I, uh, you really wanna know?" You asked. When he nodded, You decided that it was now or never. "B/n broke up with me..." You whispered making Kenma sad. "And you want to know the reason why?" You asked dramatically, but before he could ask you gave him an answer, "It's because I've been dealing with depression and anxiety for a long time now. You know that. And it's been so hard and nobody understands. Every time people find out, they judge me. Or they just tell me to get help. But whenever I try to get help, nobody cares. Even if they do care, they don't understand, though. I hate sounding selfish and bitchy, but I just wish that there was someone who cared and understood, y'know? It's hard enough going through your teenage years, trying to figure out who you are, but then having depression and anxiety on top of it really sucks. And it's a really crappy thing to go through." He just sat there, stunned, so you continued. "I mean, having to deal with me has, probably, always been tough, but it's probably gonna be harder now. Plus, it's like what if I end up using this as my excuse for all my irrational decisions? I would be abusing this disorder, almost as much as it's abusing me. And it's just really hard to deal with. Because even the people who care a lot, and who try to understand what I'm going through, can never really help. I'm not sure if they just don't get it or if they just, honestly, don't actually give a crap. As much as I want them to understand, though, I really couldn't wish any of this upon them because nobody, even the worst of the worst, deserves to go through depression and anxiety. And I just don't really know what to do with all of these pent-up emotions."

By this point, you had let out all of your emotions and tears; that was enough explaining, at least for the time being.

"Y/n, don't ever feel like you have to keep secrets like those from me, okay? I care about you, more than you could ever imagine, and I want you to know that and to be able to open up to me."

"I know you care, Ken." You mumbled, leaning away from him.

You just sat there, gazing into each other's eyes, and he let out a sigh. "Of course I care. You're my best friend, and you have been for a while now. Hell, you're more than that! All I want is for you to feel comfortable around me. I mean, I don't really understand what you're going through and I also don't understand why you're going through it, but I do know that you're such an amazing, gorgeous girl that doesn't deserve any of this bull. I can't even begin to pretend to understand any of this so I'm not going to. I'll try to understand, sure; but I'm not going to act like I do because that'd be a lie. But I really like you and I don't wanna see anyone go through this pain, especially not you."

You had no idea how to respond to that so you just sat there, staring up into his eyes. How do you respond to that...? Kenma- a boy who never said much since you've been friends- just full-on rambled to you. "But what about all my flaws? Do you really want to have to deal with this?"

"You have a hell of a lot more to deal with than I do so I'm not gonna be the one to complain. And I don't care about your flaws. I mean, I do care about them, but I don't hate them. Your flaws are what make you the person you are and the person you are is imperfectly perfect and perfectly imperfect. As cheesy as that sounds, it's true. Because I have the power to see beyond your flaws and to see who you truly are, and I am going to use that power like I already have. Your flaws just make you even better, in my opinion."

Again, you were speechless.

Suna- 662 words

You ran to the gym quickly once you ran all eyes were on you. But all you could do was run to your best friend. Miya Osamu was confused as you immediately wrapped your arms around him. "Y/n?" He didn't have the time to look at you, they were practicing against Karasuno, and any other time you would've cared, Suna walked in with the other Miya twin looking at you in shock, but Suna ran over to you before Atsumu could open his mouth.

"Y/n?" He pulled you away and took in your appearance, you were supposed to be on a date with that guy, B/n. But now looking at you, your shirt was a mess and unbuttoned a little, your cheeks were red and puffy, your lip was busted a little, and your hair... god you were a wreck, he immediately wrapped his arms around you letting you cry into him. "Atsumu, get my jacket." The boy did as told handing it to him, before he wrapped it around you, letting you put the jacket on as he zipped it before pulling you back into his chest. "What happened, N/n?" You held onto him tighter, he sighed and looked at the other members. "Would you tell me if we were alone?" You sighed leaning up to whisper it into his ear.

"It... it was a bet..." He furred his brows at the answer, everyone looked confused as well.

"What do you mean...?" You sighed again tugging his shirt, he got the message and bent down a little.

"It was... a-all a b-bet... to g-get into m-my pa-pants..." You admitted embarrassingly. Suna's eyes widen looking down at you before his blood boiled.

"It was what?!" His voice was low and cold, it literally made you shiver. He didn't want you to repeat yourself, eventually, Sugawara came over rubbing your arm softly.

"What happened, dear?" Sugawara always gave off this mom vibe making you smile a little, but that mom vibe was immediately replaced with scary after you told him the story.

"Where're my knives Daichi?!" Daichi jumped looking at his boyfriend {;) I'm kidding, maybe..}

"Uh... it's that bad?" He looked at you making you nod, saying it was okay to tell him.

"Oh, it's that bad. It was all a bet." Everyone looked at you in shock. Tsukishima even gave you a small smile. You just nuzzled your way into Suna trying to make yourself disappear.

"I'm sorry... S-Suna..." he looked down at you before gently rubbing your arms kissing your head lightly.

"I knew you still had a thing for him, you lying bitch!" You immediately tensed up, Suna looked at the boy over his shoulder. He stopped short in his track as he noticed all the death glares he was receiving.

"What did you just call our manager?" The twins said together looking at the boy with murderous glares.

"Daichi, I need my knives!" That was what made him run, but all the boys followed, all except you two.

"You okay...?" You looked up at him and shook your head.

"Not really..."

"Hm, want to come over and watch a movie...?" He was ignoring what your ex said, making you sigh.

"You don't have to beat around the bush, I get it, you don't like me... so..."

"I-I didn't think much of what he said." You don't really ever see a blushing Suna, so it was a first. "I-I thought he was lying... but, w-who said I didn't like you back?" Your eyes widen a little as he looked away.

"Do you... like me back...?" All the boys stopped at the door hearing your conversation and like Suna would do if this was one of the twins, they filmed it.

"I... I do..." You felt a smile appear on your messed-up face. Suna looked down at you and smiled back. "I-I'll kiss you when your lip isn't busted." You both laughed before hugging your best friend, well now boyfriend.

#Haikyuu #sugawara x y/n #kenma x y/n #suna x y/n #break up #couch companions #cute couple #best friend #fluff #angst #confessions #haikyuu x y/n

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i-imade-a-thing · 3 years

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Amphibia: Fight at the Museum & Temple Frogs Details

Ok, THIS BATCH IS AWESOME! Holy froggggg I love everything about this, the characters, their interactions, the thai references, the music....ahhhh its all so good~. And of course they put tons of details in the episodes, here's some that I manage to notice! (Spoiler Below!)

Fight at the Museum

Anne's book include "String Theory. The Beginner's Guide" and "Wizards & Wormholes"

"WooHoo queries" website is reference to Yahoo!

Anne's WooHoo's account name is bananner811 (8/11 is matt's birthday)

The wiki page on multiverse is 100% accurate (as of writing this), the only difference is the picture

Toob video include "Amy-Chan apology video", "Top 10 Anime Opening", and a video that look like lofi hip hop video

Monday cat returned as a mug

The cereal they're eating have stars in them (cough cough this season going cosmic cough cough)

During Primthisle Manor's credit scene "Next video will play....you have no choice"

"It only took 3 seasons!" amphibia fan be like

Anne's school work textbook include "Science it is what it is", "History & such", and "ew its math"

The velociraptor(?) statue have feathers :D

Music box leitmotif played when they look at the vase

PINK FROG PINK FROG PINK FROG

Anne being paranoid after being betrayed by like 3 different person

Anne's plan according to her drawing: "1) Break in, 2) Steal Pot, 3) ???, 4) Get back to Amphibia"

Anne pulling out a yellow sweater, possible callback on Anne liking yellow as a kid?

Heist Anne design look similar to one of her beta design

Wanted poster of penguin from wallace and gromit can be seen

Polly using her tongue for the first time!

Cloak-bot drill arm is identical to the one the goggle guy have as his right arm we've seen in season 3A trailer

When Anne challange Cloak-bot to a fight, her theme played

Anne signalling by saying "Ca-caw!" is a callback to New Normal

ANNE LEARNING TO TRUST PEOPLE AGAIN

Music Box's theme played again when Dr. Jan saw the codes

Temple Frogs

Anne's roof is full of tennis balls

The stall include "Pandan (Pardan?) Pudding", Valley Beverage, Nam Kang Sai (Shaved Ice), and fried banana

There's a sign that read: "Today's events Khon dance workshop , Food market court , "Thai for tots" class , intramural sepak takraw"

Anne's stall menu include pad thai, shrimp balls, pad kee mao, eggplant with basil & tofu, rolls, and kao tom mad

One of the peeps in the crowd called Anne "Nong(น้อง) Anne", Nong is roughly translate to younger sibling

Anne calling them "Ba(ป้า)", which translate to aunt

A poster for a club is seen in background "TAKRAW WARRIORS JOIN TODAY!! Call Greg K."

Elephant song lyrics, a thai children song, is seen in whiteboard (If I had a nickel for every time elephant song appeared in DTVA, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice. (other show being molly mcgee))

Poster of KhanKluay (ก้านกล้วย) movie can be seen

Poster in background (พยัญชนะไทย) is translate to "Thai Alphabet"

POLLY'S THAI DUB VA CAMEO

One of the kid is wearing mickey mouse shirt

Continuity of HP being interest in drama/theater

Snack that Sprig is eating is translate to "insect"

The artist lady(owner of snake) from Hop til you drop and Adventure in Catsitting return

Cloak-bot code deciphered to "Wat Thai 34.2206 W 118 4147 N", which is where in real life Wat Thai of Los Angeles is located

Another one of cloak-bot code is deciphered to "target located"

Sound effect played when Anne hide her mom is similar to when Frobo show what he is capable of to HP in Friend or Frobo

Anne realizing she sound like a jerk after realizing how the community took care of her parent's, payoff to her character development

You can see the exact moment where Plantar lose their disguise during the fight scene

The thai word in background is an onomatopoeia equivalent of "Bang!"

When the community accepted the Plantar, Anne's theme is played

One of the peeps compliment in Thai that Anne and Plantar that they have good manner

Music box leitmotif is played when Dr. Jan showed the vase

Annnnddd that's Fight at the Museum & Temple Frogs! Both of these episodes are really interesting! We finally got a first clue on how Anne going to return to Amphibia! "Seek the mother olms"? I wonder who or what is it.....

#amphibia #amphibia details #fight at the museum #temple frogs

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milkiegolds · 3 years

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GIORNO HEADCANONS PART 1

No NSFW, just general or fluff tingz.

He will give you an entire cherry blossom tree for valentines. I mean a literal, fully sized, cherry blossom tree.

If he finds out you started a walmart parking lot fight, he wouldn’t stop you. He would join you.

Sometimes he asks you for help when he’s doing his hair in the morning, you braid his hair while he does his hair donuts.

You probably gave him a shirt that says “phrog moment” but instead of a frog, has an image of a cat in the middle of the shirt, He loves it.

He still has a few black strands, but his hair turns fully blonde by the time he turns 18.

Did he eat someone else’s chocolate pudding in an airport cafe when they weren’t looking? Maybe.

Do not bring him to a pet shop when you’re on a date with him unless you want to open a zoo.

If you tell him a corny joke, he would either just chuckle or say “ok” but in the inside he is trying HARD NOT TO CACKLE.

He gives a nice gift for christmas, but when both of you are alone, he gives a joke gift. Example: in front of the gang he gives you jewelry and fresh flowers but when you guys are alone, he gives you a white shirt that says “shirt”.

HE LOVES MOCHA AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE.

#giornogiovanna #giorno #jojo #jojopart5 #giornoxreader #giornogiovannaheadcanons #jojoheadcanons #giornogiovannaxreader #jjba #goldenwind #giogio #jjba headcanons #jjbapart5

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lighthouse-mlm · 4 years

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17 Questions

thanks for tagging me @wilde-seas !!

nickname: my name is really short so i don’t really have any lol, though i suppose mio or pudding counts

zodiac: pisces

height: 1.60m

hogwarts house: gryffindor

last thing i googled: marxism philosophy

song stuck in my head: moral of the story by ashe

number of followers: i don’t quite remember, but i know i passed the 1k mark recently!

amount of sleep: 6-7 hours

lucky number: 8

dream job: teacher, aging academic, lighthouse keeper, trophy husband, and mysterious regency bachelor

wearing: a dark orange sweater over a white collared shirt and black pants, also black dress shoes and a burgundy cardigan with elbow patches

favorite song: aw geez im bad at picking favourites, hmm lately its been; I Wanna Boi by PWR BTTM, The Scorpion and the Frog by Marc Senter, and Leave Her Johnny by Sean Dagher

favorite instrument: ive always been fond of violins and harmonicas

aesthetic: dark academia, regency, cottagecore, lighthousecore, Gatsby-esque 20s, muted colours or bright lively colours, whatever aesthetic howls moving castle has

favorite author: ah another hard one, i dont even know, i do enjoy Oscar Wilde, and Diana Wynne Jones, and Jonathan Howard, but those are just what ive recently read.

favorite animal noises: cats purr :’)

random: Im supposed to be writing an essay rn lol, im finding it a tad hard to focus because i have plans to watch over the garden wall this evening with some friends

Im not quite sure who to tag, hmm how about @themyscrian , @reshiiii , and @fishing-mlm

#not lighthousecore #txt.me #this was fun!

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plagueofchaos · 4 years

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Lester Sinclair - Low Lights

There isn’t enough Lester Sinclair love in my opinion so I’m dishing out something from my private collection of fics. It’s soft. It’s sweet. Just some SFW fluff that’s actually one of three parts, but they’re nsfw and IDK how this one is going to go over. I hope you enjoy <3

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“Lessy, I’m home!” You chirped struggling with the paper bags full of groceries. “They had that banana pudding ice cream you like!” When he didn’t answer you a pang of concern struck your gut. It was weird for him not to want to go to the store with you, weirder that he wasn’t waiting outside to help you with the bags, and now things were disturbing he didn’t seem to be home at all. You’d driven his truck, it’s not like he could have gone anywhere.

You jumped when the radio in the bedroom suddenly blared to life, the sound of a guitar raked against your eardrums “Ah, shit!” You saw Lester’s hands fumble with the volume nob turning it up before he managed to turn it down. “Les?” “Baby, lock the door and turn the lights down low. Put some music on that’s soft and slow,” He appeared in the doorway giving his best rendition of Bo’s signature lean. “‘Ey there,” He paused for a second trying to scramble up a nickname for you since he normally just called you by your name. “Punkin’!”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Hey? I got your ice cream.” His eyes lit up. “You did?!” For a second he forgot about his plan and went to help you, but stopped himself. “That’s real kind of ya…” He glanced down. “Sweetpea.” “Mhmm.” You gave him an incredulous look. What was the little man up to? He bit his lip starting to sway to the music while clearly trying to not grin like the goober he was. “I best be payin’ back that sugar.”

He began unbuttoning his shirt slowly. “Dagnabbit…” He accidentally popped a button but he got them all and let his shirt fall down to his elbows before starting to dance again. “There’s no hurry. Don’t you worry. We can take our time.” Lester gave you a wink then gave you a toothy grin. He’d brushed his teeth. You looked him over and realized he was clean, his hair was still damp. Oh. Suddenly his actions seemed yards less silly and more titillating. Usually he was too shy to even initiate a kiss. What was going on?

He bit his bottom lip shimming his shirt off and tossing it aside. He’d put on suspenders instead of opting for his usual alligator skin belt. Les wiggled his eyebrows at you giving them a pop against his chest. You felt the bag slip from your grip slightly. “Les, I-” You found yourself unable to finish your sentence because he’d began gyrating his hips. Your face starts burning as your eyes lock on his pelvis. “Ain't nobody ever love nobody the way that I love you. We're alone now you don't know how long I've wanted to lock the door and turn the lights down low.”

Lester ran his hands up his thighs to the hem of his stained undershirt slowly gathering it up revealing inch by inch his usually hidden pale skin. You’d never seen him shirtless before. All you two had ever done was kiss before Les would clam up and shut down. He pulled the ratty sleeveless thing off and toss it with the other. He was actually impressively well toned, but then again his job had him heavy lifting most of the day. You were staring at his pale stomach when you saw his hands snaking down to slip his thumbs behind the suspenders, running them up and down a few times while swaying his hips back and forth.

You were in such a state of shock that your shy little Sinclair was being so risque you barely noticed him inching closer to you with every movement of those ungodly hips.

The moment he flicked one those suspenders loose like it wasn’t a thing the groceries hit the floor. Something broke, you didn’t care what. “Lester.” You gasped your hands coming up to your mouth. He was hot. Why was he so hot? Gosh, he was...wow. Your brain wasn’t working quite right at this point.

“Easy there, honey bun,” He cooed beaming with pride he’d gotten you so flustered. He popped the clasp open on the other suspender and wiggled his tanned shoulders so both of them would fall to his sides. “We ain’t even in the thick of it yet.” You weren’t one hundred on if you could even walk at the moment. “I've been thinking about this all day long, never felt a feeling that was quite this strong. I can't believe how much it turns me on just to be your man. I can't believe how much it turns me on just to be your man.” His pants hit the floor the moment he let go of them revealing his new boxer briefs, they were a soft green with little smiling frogs and tiny pink water lilies on them. . He’d not really meant for that to happen, but he covered it up like a champion not letting his insecurity get the best of him in order to make this night real special for some reason while kicking his legs free. “I-I got another surprise waitin’ on ya. Right on back here, I-” He took a deep breath looking back to you from the bedroom. “Oh, ain’t no rush. Come ‘ere.”

You didn’t react right away so he brought his hands up and beckoned you to him. “‘Mere, punkin.” You did as he bade after your brain clicked into gear. “There they are.” Lester purred as you stumbled into his arms. “You sure feel nice.” He smelled so good, some special soap he must have bought. Your eyes rolled back a little as he pressed sweet wet kisses into your chest and neck. “What’s gotten into you?” You couldn’t help, but ask feeling his arms wrap around your hips.

“Don’t like it?” Les asked pulling back with a hint of fear in his voice. “No, no! I love it.” You assured getting that sweet smile back nice and quick. “You’ve just never...been like this.” “Well, tonight’s special.” “I-It is?” Lester tsk’ed then grinned taking your hand in his. “Come on now,” He led you back to the bedroom where to your shock and awe he’d cleaned. All his little projects were hidden away somewhere and at least thirty candles all burned at once and the few scented ones gave the room that usually reaked of death and bile the sweet scent of apple pie.

He’d even gone out to the crab apple tree and collected hundreds of little blooms to litter the room and bed with. “Happy one month anniversary.” Lester whispered excitedly bouncing on his toes. “I know it’s a bit silly since it’s only been one cottonpickin’ month, but I ain’t never had someone stay with me this long and I...well ya mean the world to me. I just wanted to show ya how special ya are to me…”

Sweet happy tears bit at your eyes while you took it in. “This is beautiful, Les.” He pulled you in close. “I think I might love you.” was all he said before pressing his lips to yours for a soft deep kiss.

#lester sinclair #house of wax #slashers #bo sinclair #Damon Herriman #lester sinclair x reader

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it-is-bugs · 4 years

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Blake Secret Santa Fic: I’ll be Home for Christmas

I can feel @blakesecretsanta2019 sweating in her latest post, but posting with plenty of time. (two whole hours)

For @thetucc: prompt is 'Jean/Lucien or Matthew/Alice (your choice) with settled Christmas traditions (so not first Christmas together)'

Thank you to thetucc and all the fans that are keeping this fandom strong, and here’s to 2020 giving us even more to enjoy. And thank you so much to @aussiegirl41 for Ausifying.

Lucien and Jean build a new tradition, while Matthew and Alice enact their own annual celebration

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"You put the angel on top, and it's finished."

The woman directs your tentative actions...the woman is Jean. Jean is your wife. Your wife is explaining this process, where in the colourful and shiny objects in the box are transferred to the conifer. This is done for every Christmas...it is Christmas, a holiday to celebrate friends, family, and faith. Nod and smile. Show your appreciation. Try not to react to the distress in her expression.

"Missed a spot," from behind them.

The man...the man is your friend...the man is Matthew. Not Matt, not Matty. Move the string of lights to the left, and he nods in satisfaction. Release a breath of relief.

"Lucien?" All her fear in that name.

Lucien...yes, your name is Lucien. Not Louie, not Lucky, not these names other people have been calling you since the darkness lifted. You didn't question the darkness; didn't everyone's life start in the dark?

"Yes, darling?" You find it easier than saying a name that means nothing, and there's always a glimmer of hope in her eyes when you say it.

"Why don't you help me start dinner?" she says, forcing cheerfulness.

An instinct tells you to hold out your hand to help Jean stand, which she takes and her slim finger slips along your bare ring finger. She'd asked if you'd lost your wedding ring, but she's really asking another question. You lie, and say you don't remember where you lost it.

The gold band had been the first thing you sold for food, an easy act in the moment of gnawing hunger. It had meant nothing, and the act gave you no pause to question 'where's this wife?' The only force more powerful than the hunger and pain in your skull was this need to hide, to stay in the shadows, a sense that a pursuer wanted to take your life. Surely no woman waited at home as this Jean said she had. No hearth was warm, no supper ready, no bed soft. Only the dark cold cobblestones of the back alleys felt comfortable.

The first night in this house, Jean took you to a large bed under a flickering golden ceiling. Her pale arms wrapped around you, her breasts heaved against your chest from her rapid breathing. "You're home now, my love. I never lost faith."

It would have been easy to complete this act. You were urgent and hot between your bodies, her scent was intoxicating. Her touch seemed as familiar as that of a longtime lover, but she was a stranger. For all these months you'd been another man, not her Lucien, women had reached for you, offered you this but something had stopped you. Had it been her holding your urges in check?

You'd left the bed, her embrace, and slept on the floor wedged between a dresser and a corner. This felt right and familiar. Later you moved to a bedroom by the front door; easier to leave when this all becomes too much. It is nearly too much; you vibrate like a plucked violin string all the time.

The other woman breaks your paralysis as she rises from the lounge chair where she's been reading a psychology book. "I shall help with the preparation as well." She is Alice, and she tells you that she worked with you in your role as police surgeon. An odd thing for a lady to do, but her steady, competent gaze shows she could dissect a corpse with ease.

You see dead bodies when you close your eyes, and you didn't know why. Or why you were a doctor if these thoughts fill you with dread. Shaking your head, you trail the others to the kitchen.

"Lucien, why don't you peel the potatoes for us?" The one called Alice remains cool and controlled, even as your wife bunches her shoulders at the sink and scrubs the carrots much too hard.

"Ever since I came to work at the hospital, you've made me welcome in your home at Christmas time," Alice explains as she takes down the china from the cupboards. "I'm an awful cook, so I try to help by setting the table, and bringing the wine."

You smile encouragingly. She cocks an eyebrow. No, you don't remember.

Matthew limps to the table where a bowl of potatoes waits. "I'm a much better help." Waving the paring knife at Alice, he notes, "You should be able to slice and dice a spud if you can butcher a man like a suckling pig."

"That's simply a matter of anatomy," she counters, "from years of study. I've not had the time to apply myself to cookery."

"Leave her be," Jean says sharply. "She doesn't need to cook."

You don't like to see her upset. "What's going to be on for dinner beside potatoes?" What do people eat at Christmas Eve? "Goose?" Once, there was a goose...but not here. Not in this bright light. Dim evenings, lamplight casting into dark rooms from the streets outside. A roaring fire, not these warm Australian summer nights.

Although she's not happy that you don't know, she's relieved that you're trying. "Goodness no. Too greasy. We do a nice pork roast, with roasted potatoes, pumpkin, honeyed carrots, buttered brussel sprouts and my Nanna's plum pudding for afterwards."

You can smell the pork even though you know it's still sitting raw on a plate in the fridge. "It's delicious," and she gives a genuine smile.

"Yes, yes it is, if I may say so myself."

Matthew clears his throat and you look down at the unpeeled potatoes. Picking up the knife with one hand and a spud with the other, you are uncertain what's next. Matthew still watches, and slows his motion so you can observe. Carefully, mustn't cut a finger, the curl of peeling gives satisfaction. You're surprised to find your forehead moist with sweat when you finish.

The meal is equally torturous, with many more prompts: as host, you pour the wine, slice the meat, pass the dishes.

Finally Alice lifts her glass and offers a toast that makes no one feel better: "To old friends, together again."

All through the meal, there is a tension beyond your missing past. It has form and shape. You've watched the lurking figure in the shadow out of the corner of your eye. Jean doesn't see it, Matthew seems to ignore it, Alice keeps her back to it. But you see it. You want to trust these people, but can't from the way Matthew and Alice meet gazes, then their eyes dart away. They whisper near those shadows, then part, watching Jean to assure she hasn't seen. They watch you too, checking if your attention is caught. Months on the streets of Melbourne have taught you how to keep your attention one place, while the hunter's heart watches another.

"I suppose I should be getting home," Alice says, beginning the process of giving her farwells, gathering her handbag, and moving to the door. You stay back at the table, observing the scene, alert for that deception that weighs heavily on your shoulders.

"Lucien, aren't you going to thank our guest for coming?" Jean is losing patience with you, but it doesn't matter. You will bring light to the shadows.

Matthew is equally nonchalant, tossing a "Seeya then," to Alice, then wandering back to the lounge and his newspaper.

You face Alice and don't like how her level gaze probes. Give a smile, a kiss on the cheek, and she pulls back, containing a shudder. Sometimes moving closer will push someone away.

The door shuts. "It's been a long evening. I think I'd better go to bed," you announce. Jean steps into your kiss, holding her close until you can feel her fingers' grip through your shirt. Retreating through the bedroom doorway, the heavy walnut door closes off her pained expression.

When the darkness covers the entire house, and the only sound is the low buzz of frogs, you leave the house and wait in the deep shadows by the garage. Patience is rewarded. The front door cracks open and a figure stumbles through. In the time it takes Matthew to lock the door, you dart to the auto, slide into the backseat, holding the door closed but not latched. Matthew comes to the driver's door and gets behind the wheel. As he slams his door, you can secure yours.

The auto moves slowly down the drive then picks up speed after turning onto the street. Minutes pass until Matthew stops and turns off the engine. You press down on the floorboards, holding your breath so he won't notice you.

His dragging steps fade away. Sliding from the auto, you crouch in the carpark, spotting Matthew as he goes through a side door of a large building. It's the hospital, quiet and still this late on Christmas Eve.

You follow, silent on light feet. The hunt feels good after weeks confined in that house. Matthew's distinct footfall is easy to track through the tiled corridors. You seem to know where you're going, and it's not necessary to trail him closely. Downstairs, as he travels from spot to spot of light, you remain in the shadows. At the end of a corridor, he pauses, glancing behind him and you melt back into an alcove. He goes through a swinging door. You wait, but he doesn't come out, minute after minute passing. Finally, you move forward. At the door, you listen. Low voices, speak, long pauses, speak again with urgency but you cannot make out the words.

You dare to push open the door the slightest of cracks. Easing closer, you peer through.

There's a small Christmas tree on a stainless steel topped gurney. Two glasses of champagne sit beside it, untouched. Your gaze refocuses at the sound of movement....and Matthew Lawson and Alice Harvey are engaged in an act of intimacy across the room.

Stepping back, you carefully ease the door shut and reflect. You dare to murmur, "Bloody hell." If they are involved in any conspiracy, it is none of your business. Retracing your steps, you find your way outside and look up and down the street. On Christmas Eve, there are no cars or taxis. It's a warm summer night, the sky full of stars. A walk will do no harm. You know you were once a larger man because your clothes now hang on your frame. Jean tries to fatten you up, but if you had an interest in extra pudding, it's fled. Sturdier limbs would be welcome.

A mile along a dark street, headlights catch you. The urge to flee is strong, and when the vehicle is revealed to be a blue police car, it's nearly overwhelming. It stops beside you.

A blockish face peers out. "What's up, Doc," says the policeman, a sneer on his lips.

You are a doctor. You are Doctor Lucien Blake. "I'm out for a stroll."

"Pretty far from home."

"The time escaped me."

"Get in and I'll give you a ride." It was not a suggestion, but an order.

You take the passenger seat after pausing at the back door, wondering if you should sit in the criminal's place.

"Out drinking." Again, not a question. The policeman drives swiftly but not recklessly.

"No." You realise that you haven't had a drink in days, weeks, when was the last time you drank? But you tasted whisky on your tongue the moment he said drink.

"Jean will wonder where you got to."

You don't like the way this man says your wife's name. You have no reply.

He's turned down your street--how do you know your street?--but as relief washes over you, he speaks again. "It would have been better for everyone if you'd stayed dead." He pulls into the drive.

You don't reply until you're out of the car. "But I am back and I'm not going anywhere." Every day you want to leave, but saying it aloud means it's true.

You don't thank him for the ride.

Inside the front door that you open as quietly as you can, Jean is standing, her sheer dressing gown flowing around her slender legs, her face white, her knuckles tight on her clenched fists. "Where have you been?"

"I went for a walk."

"You've been gone for hours."

She's the watcher, not Matthew and Alice.

"I lost track of time." It's a foolish thing to say.

Her fingers lace with yours. "You're freezing."

"It's a warm night."

"You're freezing," she repeats, and tugs you past the first bedroom door and down the hall to the magnificent room that she calls your bedroom. It's made you ache to enter it. It speaks to a special sort of marriage, where there's the intimacy of two people spending time alone before a fire, one reading aloud from the many volumes lining the room while another listens; her knitting while you warm your socked feet; of time spent in the large bed set at the middle of the room like a throne.

She pulls you down to the bed, and slips her dressing gown from her shoulders before holding you close. "We don't--please just let me hold you. Warm you up." Her skin is heated and smells welcoming. Your head drops to her shoulder as you're suddenly exhausted.

"Tired, my love?"

"Always."

The two of you stretch out atop the bedspread, and stare at the dead fire, suddenly muted. Finally she asks again, "Where did you go?"

After considering lying, you keep it short. "I followed Matthew. I wanted to know where he was going so late."

She goes bolt upright. "Oh, Lucien!"

"What?"

She flops back down. "Did you see anything?"

You don't want to shock Jean--

"You did. I hope you didn't embarrass them."

"I'm sure they didn't see me." You clear your throat. "They were occupied."

Her arms around you, her legs twining with yours. "Just don't tell anyone. It's their secret."

"But you know."

"Silly," she calls you.

"Do you want me to go?"

"Please don't." Her arms tighten.

Forcing yourself to relax, you listen for your memory in her soft limbs and steady breathing. She remains a stranger but you still close your eyes, and allow sleep to come.

Christmas day dawn filters around the heavy curtains, waking you before Jean. In the night, she's rolled over, her back to you. Sunbeams illuminate her spine--you see pearls down her back, she's turning to hand her bouquet to a young woman--

Your fingertips trace this sharply focused picture along her vertebrae, causing her to murmur and roll to face you. Sleepily, her eyes open then widen at your intense gaze. "Do you remember something?"

You need to respond to her pain-filled hope. "I've never forgotten I love you. Never."

Even as she collapses against your chest, you know that's not enough. If you loved her, why didn't you come back? Why did you stay away all these long months?

She kisses you anyway, tentative at first, then soft and warm, her chilled fingers plucking at your shirt buttons. Her spine arches and presses her writhing body to yours, and memories don't matter. Just this feeling of belonging to someone--this someone who seems to fit with your limbs like puzzle pieces.

A ringing from across the room; the phone is ringing.

"Jean--"

She wriggles free. "It's probably Christopher calling to wish us Happy Christmas. I don't want to miss the call." She does lean over for a quick kiss, and promises, "I'll keep it short though."

But when she picks up the receiver, her expression becomes worried. "Danny?" She half-turns away.

Danny...sandy-haired lad in a blue uniform. You in court again, more charges for petty larceny. None of it matters. A night in jail is a night with a bed and supper assured. But this time, one of the coppers in the seats waiting for his case called out: "Doc!" He was calling to you, recalling another life that you could not remember.

"Are there more charges?" Jean murmurs, winding the phone cord around her nervous fingers.

His fines had been paid, the shop owner repaid handsomely for his troubles. He'd been carried away from Melbourne in a large auto, this woman, this wife, his Jean beside him, her hand clinging to his arm tightly enough to hurt.

"Yes, yes, you can come by--" She glances to you, and you rise, straightening your clothes. "Charlie's with you too? What's wrong?" Frustrated, she says, "Alright, we'll be ready for you." She rings off.

"They'll be here in about twenty minutes." She moves to the wardrobe. "You've met Danny, but Charlie is an old friend as well." She's become used to introducing everyone to you before we met again.

She hands you a set of fresh clothing, and you take them slowly. It feels as though you're dressing for a tribunal.

Two young men arrive, the one called Danny in a uniform, and a stranger in a dark suit with a portfolio under his arm. They are not dressed for a Christmas Day visit, and their faces are grave.

Jean, her hands shaking as she grips the tray with teapot and cups, leads them to the lounge. After she pours, she sinks down beside you on the settee to face them.

"This is Charlie Davis," says Danny, "he's a detective with the Melbourne police."

"A detective," you repeat.

The two men lock eyes, as though gathering their courage.

Charlie removes a photograph from his portfolio and puts it on the table before you. "Do you know this man?"

It's an older man, about your age, with blank sullen eyes and a scar along his jaw. You touch your beard that covers your scars. You know they're there even if you can't see them.

"Who is he?" Jean asks.

You keep staring at the picture. "He's dead." You know this because his very image crushes your chest, makes your eyes burn, causes blood to rush in your ears.

Jean grips your hand tightly but you don't acknowledge her.

"His badly decomposed body was found three weeks ago, downstream from the bridge where you were last seen."

"You don't believe--" Jean gasps.

"A suicide note was found inside his pocket," Charlie quickly explains, meeting gazes with Danny again.

"At the same time that you disappeared, Doc," says Danny, "A woman named Vera Griffith was found murdered in her home. Her husband was missing." He nods to Charlie, as though they were passing a football back and forth.

"When I did my initial investigation of the murder scene," Charlie says, "Lucien's fingerprints were found on the doorknob."

This time, Jean can't even protest. She sags against you, but your body is frozen with terror.

Danny doesn't look at his aunt when he admits, "We kept this from you, Auntie Jean. We weren't sure what had happened--"

She spits out, "That's why you shut down any inquiries I made--"

"We were protecting you, Jean," Charlie offers but she only huffs louder.

Your question stops the argument: "Did I kill this poor woman?"

Shaking his head, Charlie taps the photo. "This is Michael Griffith, her husband. The suicide note was saturated with water, but our forensic scientists were recently able to decipher it. He confessed to the crime and that he was killing himself as well."

Jean sputters angrily, but your heartbeat thumping erratically between relief and anxiety.

"With the discovery of Griffith's body," Charlie says, "I searched their house again; tore it apart." He removes a thick folder from the portfolio. "I found a number of letters from Doctor Blake."

Jean turns to you. "Did you know him well?"

A flash of irritation. Of course you did. The blood in your ears has become pounding waves, and bury your head in your hands. It was cold and dark on the bridge. Shouting voices--you wanted him to come to you, to stop talking madness, why was he covered in blood? Why so much blood?

Jean takes the letters. "What's in them?"

"We need you to give us that answer," Charlie says to you, not Jean. "They're one side of the correspondence and don't tell us much. We're hoping his letters are here." Now he asks Jean, "Did you find any letters from Griffith?"

She shifts away on the settee, blushing. You're confused at her embarrassment. Of course she would go through your things when you disappeared, trying to find an answer.

"Just a bit," she admits, "But I know one place I didn't look." She hops from the settee and hurries from the room. You remain staring at the picture until she returns with a large metal box.

"Let me get that for you, Auntie Jean," Danny says, but she holds it away, giving it to you instead.

"It's Lucien's."

The box is heavy. You open the lid slowly and are confronted by a charcoal drawing of an unspeakable act being done by a Japanese soldier to a child. Jean watches you turn the drawings, one after the other. These are horrible images, but you cannot look away. Each one must be carefully examined. When the final one is seen, there's a bundle of letters underneath. You say, "Mike did the drawings. He didn't want to keep them after the war, but I couldn't see them destroyed. He thought if he burned them, those memories would go away. They never go away."

Jean stands. "Why don't you boys go down to the station. Matthew's on shift for the holidays." She's ordering them out of the house, and they know it. After looking yearningly at the letters, they leave.

When she returns from shutting the door behind them, she says, "Drink your tea."

"I've got to go through these letters."

"Drink your tea," she orders more forcibly. "I'll organise them."

As you down your tea thirstily, she puts the letters together, yours and Michael's, by postal mark date.

"Do you want to read them, or shall I?" she asks.

You touch the stack carefully, as one would lift a hot kettle. "I'll read the ones I wrote. Can you read Michael's?"

She hesitates, then nods. The first letter is from Michael. He had reached out to Lucien Blake after years of silence, reminding him that they had been in the same prisoner of war camp but had gone separate ways after returning to Australia. Now he wrote in distress.

"Sorry to be a bother, mate, but I saw your wedding announcement in the paper and thought I'd drop a line. How are you getting on? ...I can't stop the nightmares, haven't slept in days. " Jean puts down the page and looks expectantly at you.

"I am so very sorry to hear things are getting you low, Mike, and that I hadn't replied sooner. I've been on my honeymoon. If you need to talk, I'm up in Melbourne now and then."

The letters went on in the same tone, Lucien trying to help Mike, until the week before your disappearance.

Griffith had written: "No matter what I do, I can't keep the dark thoughts away. I'm just so bloody angry. Vera does nothing to help, always yapping at me to try harder. I do try, and find myself right back in this hell. How do you keep the wife off your back?"

You look down at the page before you. "Vera only wants what's best for you. Just as Jean knows the man I can be, so I work every day to be that man. You were a great artist at the darkest time and you can be great again. I'm coming to Melbourne to follow up on a case next week. Let's get together, and see if we can get you through this."

Jean taps the empty table. "That's the last of them. Why didn't you tell me about meeting up with Mike?" She's the most hurt that you've seen her.

"Our life was going so well. My troubles were behind us. If you saw this...afraid that you'd come to fear me as Vera rightly feared Mike." These are less certain memories of Lucien Blake, more words that just appear on your tongue.

She starts to protest, but then stops. Carefully, she says, "I can never know what you feel, but I do want to help."

Lifting her hand to your lips, you press a kiss to it.

She turns her hand to cradle your cheek. She whispers, "Do you remember what happened? Were you there when he did it?"

You cling to her hand as the room goes dark. You whimper, "I don't want to go back."

"If you go back to that day, perhaps you can go back to the day before and the day before that, and find yourself," she says urgently. "And I'll be there. I'll always be there to catch you when you fall."

You're shaking. "It's cold. I'm cold."

Her mouth is close to your ear. "Is Mike there?"

"Yes."

"What's happening?" She pulls you into her arms and holds you with fierce strength.

"I went to their house. Vera was already dead. I told Mike we had to go to the police. He laughed. Said I would do the same some day. I'd snap." You're babbling. "I tried to force him to his car and he knocked me down. When I got up, he'd run...run to the river....the bridge."

"You tried to stop him."

"Yes."

"But he'd already planned to jump."

"S'pose." You're so very tired. Can barely speak.

"He wanted to take you with him," she breathes, clinging to your heaving back.

"Did he?"

"You never would have jumped."

"No. But I had to try to stop him. I had to," you sob.

"Yes, you always need to try."

"Then he was falling...I was falling....we were falling."

"You survived again. He fell, but you lived."

You can't even hold your head up. You accept her embrace, your face in the shelter of the crook of her neck. "But your Lucien is gone."

"For now." Her hand makes soothing circles on your back. Minutes pass. Her hand presses your chest over your heart. "But this Lucien, perhaps he's come home to stay."

"Perhaps," you choke out. The photos have been everywhere, people talk about Lucien Blake--his humour, his compassion, his passion--as though he's not the man whose body you live in. Surely you're not enough for her?

Gently she disentangles herself and goes to the tree. She plucks a small gold box from one of the branches. Sitting beside you again, she cradles the box, seeming nervous.

"You remembered our wedding?"

"I think so. Parts." I feel as dizzy as if dancing. Music playing--

"The Christmas before our wedding, I set the date. Perhaps we should make that our new tradition." She turns my hand over and places the box in it. "Will you marry me again?"

Opening the box, I see a wedding band inside. After staring at it for a long moment, I ask, "Jean...you'd marry this man?"

"You have come back to me, don't you see that?"

I barely nod. The stone as been cleaved, and memories are seeping through.

Her chin goes up. "So, then, will you marry me? On our anniversary?"

March, our anniversary is in March. "Let's do the ceremony in the sunroom. I'll get my kiss this time."

She's breathing as though running. "You haven't answered my question."

I face her, tracing the tears on her cheeks with my thumbs. "I will, Jean. I will marry you."

~ End

#blakesecretsanta2019 #the doctor blake mysteries #lucien x jean #malice

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sohotthateveryonedied · 6 years

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This was so fun to think about, seriously you’re awesome and I love you anon ♥️

Damian:

• *looks in the mirror five seconds after the spell hit. gasps* “I’m HIDEOUS!!!”

• Wayne Enterprises employee, smiling brightly: “Good morning Mr. Drake-Wayne. How are you today?”

Damian: “I don’t know but you’re fired.”

• He gets so fed up with having to push Tim’s bangs from his eyes that he resorts to borrowing Cass’ sparkly butterfly hair clips to keep them up and out of his face.

• “Why am I only an inch taller than I used to be? I still can’t reach Pennyworth’s cookie jar even on my tiptoes. You need to grow more, Drake.”

• He finds out why Tim wears long sleeves so often, but he doesn’t say anything to Tim about it. He does file it away for future conversation, though, and he monitors Tim more closely even after the whole incident is over.

• “Damian, why are you chugging an entire carton of milk?”

“Because Drake is too small for me to tolerate any longer. I’m a beanpole. A toothpick. A runt amidst a litter of bats.”

• *goes outside for an hour* “HOW THE HELL AM I SO SUNBURNED??? WHAT ARE YOU, A VAMPIRE???”

• He’s sad when his pets don’t recognize him and run when he tries to pet them. As a solution, he douses his entire body in catnip. Turns out Tim never told him he was allergic to catnip, so that was an interesting discovery.

• He has to drink at least four cups of coffee a day or else he gets sick because at this point Tim is addicted to coffee.

Same goes for normal food. Eating ramen noodles with goldfish and butterscotch pudding is fine, but he ate one (1) apple and his body tried to reject it.

• Ives: “Hey Timbo, what’s up?”

Damian: “Uh....Hello, associate of mine. Feeling very fleek today. Everything is cool beans. Crackalackin.”

Tim:

• “Why are my pecs so huge.” *cups them* “They feel like rock hard muscle melons. Like a cantaloupe filled with pure power. What strong breasticles.”

• He’s amazed by the amount of muscle on Jason’s body and spends most of his time trying to see what stuff he can crush with his bare hands.

*breaks a stick in half* “I AM ALMIGHTY.”

• He braids Jason’s white streak and pins it back with some pink hair clips Steph gave him.

*poses in the mirror* “I’m a buff zombie princess.”

• *on the phone with Roy* “Hey Roy, so remember that secret I told you once and demanded you never to tell anyone else? Yeah, that one. Would you mind explaining it to me in explicit detail, slowly so I can write it all down.”

• *gentle gasp* “I’m allowed to drink alcoholic beverages in this body.”

*later that night after his fifth shot of appletini* “DO YOU EVER JUST THINK ABOUT THE MUPPETS AND CRY??? KERMIT THE FROG MAN, KERMIT THE FROG.”

• He has to wear sunglasses and a hat whenever he goes out because he has to make sure no one in Gotham recognizes the late Jason Todd.

• The first time he sees what Jason’s body really looks like under all the armor and layers, he’s shocked. Jason doesn’t take his shirt off in front of people much because he’s embarrassed by all the scars. Tim tries not to look at them because he knows Jason doesn’t like sharing this detail with anyone, but occasionally he finds himself absently tracing the autopsy scar under his shirt. He has a new respect for Jason after this whole ordeal.

Jason:

• “I feel like an overcooked noodle.”

• Adjusting to how flexible Dick is turns out to be quite the experience. He does the splits with no problem. He swings from a tree branch and lands on the ground as fluid as a leaf. He does four backflips in a row.

Jason, cartwheeling through the room: “Watch as he flips with the greatest of ease, the rad noodle man on the flying trapeze.”

Dick, in his tiny Damian voice: “That’s not even how the song goes!”

• “Why does my mouth taste like ketchup and ice cream 24/7. What do you eat, Dick.”

• At first he thinks it’ll be nice for once, being able to walk around Gotham without worrying about people recognizing him as being a dead man. Turns out, it’s almost worse when he can’t go to a McDonald’s without a bunch of paparazzi and fan girls following him around and begging to take a picture with the hottest Wayne boy.

• He goes to the police precinct for work and is on edge the whole time because this is the first time in years he’s been surrounded by cops who don’t want to arrest him.

• Catcaller: “Hey, nice ass!”

Jason: “Thanks, I got it from my brother!”

• Dick from the next room: “If you smoke in my body and give me cancer I’ll kill you!”

Jason, with a lit cigarette in his mouth: “It’s a metaphor, you see. I died once and I’ll die again because I’m not a fucking coward.”

• After he’s back in his own body: “Hey, I wonder if I can still do all that flipsy shit.”

Later: “So, Master Jason, tell me again how you shattered your collarbone?”

Dick:

• He eats one (1) cheeseburger, but unfortunately forgot about Damian being vegetarian so he winds up getting violently sick because the body he’s in doesn’t accept meat anymore. So that was a learning experience.

• “Why does it physically hurt to smile. Who hurt you, Damian.”

“A bunch of assassins and a psychopath for a grandfather.”

• Damian may be athletic, but he’s nowhere near as stretchy as Dick is used to. He tries putting his leg behind his head and nearly breaks his pelvis.

One upside is he’s far smaller and lighter in Damian’s body, which makes swinging around on the trapeze a breeze. He’s like an Acrobat Barbie doll.

• He has to call Tim for help when he can’t reach his cereal on the top shelf.

Tim, walking into the kitchen half asleep and confused: “Are you one of Santa’s elves?”

Dick, sobbing on the floor: “I CAN’T REACH MY FRUITY PEBBLES”

• He starts crying again later that afternoon because “THIS WEAK ASS BODY CAN’T EAT SRIRACHA WHAT AM I GOING TO DO NOW???”

• He stands in the middle of the room and watches all the adults bustle around: “I am a bean. A tiny chihuahua. A mere flea in a world of elephants and woosles.”

• “If there is one upside to all of this body-swapping, at least I can finally use the Dora the Explorer baby toothpaste without being ridiculed.”

• Jon: “Hi, Dami! What’s up?”

Dick: *to himself* “Hmmm what would Damian say...Oh, I know!”

To Jon: “Salutations, comrade. Photosynthesis. Lackadaisical. The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.”

#batfamily #robin #batman #batfam #headcanons #richard grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #batbros #batkids #dc comics #lay it on me papa bob

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castleportrpg · 5 years

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[ STYLE ] t-shirts. camisoles. tank tops. muscle shirts. vests. blazers. v-neck shirts. button-up shirts. boxers.briefs. boxer briefs. sport bras. lingerie. sneakers. converses. vans slip-ons. sandals. heels. doc martens. engineer boots. wing-tips. leather lace-up boots. saddle shoes. leggings. trousers. jeans. chinos. shorts. pencil skirts. skinny jeans. earrings. gauges. necklaces. bracelets. rings. trucker hats. snapbacks. tye-dye. band t-shirts. flannel. hawaiian shirts. bandanas. motorcycle helmet. fedora hats. scarf. cloaks. corsets. belt. denim jackets. bomber jackets. letterman jackets. canadian tuxedos. hoodies. sweaters. cardigans. thrift store sweaters. sport jerseys. gloves. corduroy. wool socks. pea jackets. ties. bowties. bolo ties. suspenders. watches. glasses. elbow patches. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. braces. canes. tattoos.

[ MUSIC ] rock. pop. jazz. rap. r&b. hip-hop. funk. alternative. classic rock. classical. trance. dubstep. top 40. edm. hardstyle. blues. latin. k-pop. j-pop. ambient. new age. metal. world fusion. reggae. soca. punk. ska. singer-songwriter. folk. country. bluegrass. americana. swing. opera. show tunes. film score. a capella. minimalist. christian. avant-garde. new wave. disco. baroque. symphonic metal. soundtrack. vaporwave. glitch. house. chillout. psychedelic rock. post-rock. cabaret. trip-hop. easy listening. glam rock. trap. nightcore. indie. garage. grunge. contemporary. shoegaze. surf rock. black metal. metalcore. emo. screamo. rockabilly. parody. industrial. electro pop.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. bubble baths. showers. city skylines. light. dark. lust. gluttony. greed. sloth. wrath.envy. pride. growth. decay. war. peace. work. money. power. clocks. photos. mirrors. lighters. sweat. pets. candles. diary. journal. graffiti. bottlecaps. cigarette butts. postcards. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. realism. happiness. loyalty. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. clan. assistants. co-workers. enemies. corn fields. bonfires. friday nights. road trips. neon lights. county fairs. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. kisses. tears. typewriters. thrift stores. wood cabins. netflix & chill. spring. summer. autumn. winter. farmland. countryside. suburban. small town.

#memewednesday

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annevmoreira · 5 years

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For the OC prompts, all numbers divisible by 4 for Anne? Ahaha 💖

Oh...

4.The look of their quil, notebooks, their notes

It's a mess, she never know if she notes like a normal person, draws some random birds or glue things things that Barnaby found and gave her (like flowers and leafs)

8.Out of uniform what do they wear

social shirt, suspenders and high waist pants

Anne is one of those characters who does not change clothes, just the shirt theme depending on the situation

16.What happens when they get their favourite snack (also what’s that snack)

She loves pudding

I don't need to explain this one...

20.Their owl/pet

Their name:

puffskein: Sneip

Spider: Man

Owl: Snow

Frog: Robinson

Bat: Leonidas

#of course i know the numbers #im not sweating u are #hahahaha jk dear #thanks for asking!#💖💖💖#no53473 #luv ya ❤❤❤#sorry for the delay

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aharrypotternerd · 5 years

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Valentine’s Day Surprise, Part 8

I woke up Thursday morning exhausted; Harry didn’t leave till the early hours of the morning. I went into the bathroom to take a shower; I looked in the mirror and my lips are swollen from earlier. What am I suppose to do? I can’t go out there with swollen lips, people will get suspicious especially if Harry’s is too. I took a shower to see if it would help. When I got out, they aren’t as swollen as before but they aren’t back to normal either; the only way you can tell is if you’re really looking.

I quickly put on my clothes, grabbed my school bag, and headed out the door. I noticed a letter magically taped onto the outside of my door. I took it down and opened it.

Draco,

I’m going to tell you some things that no one or very few people know about me.

1.) My birthday is July 31st.

2.) My parents died when I was a baby and I never met my grandparents because they died before I was born.

3.) Everyone says I have my mothers eyes but i don’t. They are different colors.

4.) When my parents died I had to live with my uncle, aunt, and cousin. I’m on good terms with my cousin but not my aunt and uncle.

5.) I lived in a cubbard under the stairs till I came to Hogwarts. I wasn’t well taken care of. I’m scared of small spaces, it feels like I’m back in the cubbard and i get panic attacks.

6.) I have my own chocolate frog card.

7.) I have a flying motorbike.

8.) I can see thestrals.

9.) My wand is 11- inches made out of phoenix feather and holly.

10.) I want to be an auror; I got a job offer to be one but I’m going to wait till after i graduate Hogwarts. I already done my training over the two years we were out of school.

11.) I have a godson; his parent died in the war.

12.) I used to speak parsletongue.

13.) I died and came back to life the same day.

Love,

Anonymous

Some of this strangely sound like Harry; I think it is Harry. I’m not going to accuse him because i want to be sure it is him first. I don’t want to accuse him and it not be true.

I put the note in my school bag and headed down to breakfast. Harry is sitting by himself at the Slytherin table. I made my way over to him and sat down beside him.

Harry comments, “Since you asked me last night what it would be like to have me as a boyfriend, you got me curious about what it would be like to have you as a boyfriend. So what would it be like?”

“Well, I’d be extremely protective. I would trust you with anything. I don’t want secrets between us. There would be a lot of sarcasm but i figured you already figured that out.”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t be Draco without it.”

I smiled, “There would be sneaking around a lot. There would be late night broom rides. I’d probably give you unexpected gifts too. Studying by the lake.”

“Excellent place for distraction.” Harry smirked. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

I rolled my eyes, “Hugs from behind, neck kisses, always playing with your hair, holding hands in public.” Harry moves his hand on top of mine in my lap, he gives my hand a gentle squeeze. I can feel my face heating up and i swallowed, “I would get extremely jealous of other people talking to you. We would have lazy Sundays, stolen kisses, secret kisses, and cuddles. You would be my lucky charm at quidditch matches and back rubs after long matches and practices.”

“Would there be bickering?”

“Yes, probably.”

“Would there be notes in class?”

“Yes.”

“Good because i like getting those. Would there be name calling? Would that change?”

“No, that will be name calling.”

“Good because I think I’d miss that loads.”

“M-me too.”

“When we cuddle can i sometimes be the big spoon?”

“Yes.” I swallowed, “We could have midnight dates if you’d like.”

“I would.”

“I’d probably ask you to wear my ring.”

“Really?”

“Yes, i mean when we’re together, i mean if we get together....” I can feel my cheeks redden.

“You’re cute when you blush.” If it were possible, i blushed darker. Harry asks, “Would you like to skip class today?”

“We can’t.”

“We can if we don’t get caught.”

“What would we do?”

“Anything you want.”

“I’m already in enough trouble as it is, I really shouldn’t.”

“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

***

By lunch time, I regretted not ditching with Harry. I don’t know why but everybody seems in a foul mood which makes them take it out on me. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if I don’t attend the rest of the day.

I ditched lunch to sit by myself in the library. I had my face buried into my potions book when someone sat down beside me with a sigh. I wish people would leave me alone, they’ve made their point today. I’ve already been laughed at, tripped, trampled, and spells have been thrown at me. I reluctantly looked up from my book and Harry is sitting there looking at me.

I swallowed, “How did you find me?”

“Well, when you didn’t show up for lunch i thought maybe you was in your room but you wasn’t. Then i thought the library; i thought i would find you here reading your potions book for the hundredth time.”

“Why are you here?”

“I wanted to make sure you are alright.” He came to check on me, how sweet.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I blurted, “Does the offer to ditch with you still stand?”

“Yes.” he smiles mischievously, “Would you like to ditch with me?”

I nodded,

He smiles, “I was thinking we could sneak out of the castle to diagon alley.”

“I don’t know, what if someone sees us and tells on us because with my luck that would happen.”

“Alright, what about us sneak up to the roof and hang out there till school is over?”

“Okay.” I agreed.

“We should head that way before lunch is over.”

We managed to get to the roof without anyone spotting us. It feels good out here; the fresh air and cool breeze is exactly what i needed. I looked out into the yard; it seems so peaceful out there but i know better. Although I know I deserve all this ridicule and torment, I wish it’d be over soon. Hopefully, one day it’ll end or at least get better.

I turned around to find part of the roof covered in blankets and pillows. Harry is standing beside the blankets with a picnic basket in his hand. I swallowed, “How...”

“I thought since we both missed lunch we could have a picnic. I put warming charms on the blankets and pillows to keep them warm. And to answer your question, i got Winky to arrange all this.” I couldn’t get my voice to work so i didn’t say anything. He sets down the picnic basket and walked over to me. He takes my hand and leads me over to the pallet. He sets out all the food; he set out meatloaf, mashed potatoes, mac & cheese, and biscuits; it looks delicious. We also have chocolate pudding for dessert.

“When did you plan this?”

“Before I found you in the library.”

“How did you know i would agree to come up here with you?”

“I didn’t. I figured if you didn’t agree than i would’ve probably came up here myself.”

We ate in silence while we look out into the yard and watched people go to class. The bell rang to head back to class a couple minutes after we got onto the roof.

Once we finished our lunch, Harry waved all the dishes away and he lays down to look up at the sky. I lay down beside him. He reaches over intertwining our hands together. He scoots closer resting his head on my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around him. His hand rests on my stomach; his hand goes under my robe and moves south till he gets to the end of my t-shirt, his hand goes under my shirt, and rests on my stomach.

He whispers, “Has anyone ever told you, you have soft skin?”

“No.”

“Well, it is. I like touching it.” he stuttered, “Can I touch you in other places?”

I swallowed, “Where would you like to touch me?”

“Your stomach, chest, shoulders, arms, and back.”

I thought for a moment, “I guess that’ll be alright.”

“Can I take off your robe and shirt?”

I swallowed, “S-sure.” My voice was a little higher than i wanted. I can feel a blush forming on my cheeks.

He unbuttons my robe, pushes it off my shoulders, and places it behind him out of the way. He props up onto his elbow, leans in, and kisses me; this kiss is slow, sweet, and passionate. Is it bad that I wanted this all day? Actually I wanted it since he left this morning.

His hand slowly, gently unbuttons my shirt, untie my tie, and puts them behind him with my robe. He pulls back to look at my chest; his eyes started to look sad. I asked, “Harry?”

“I’m really sorry Draco. I didn’t know what that spell was when I used it. If I had known I wouldn’t’ve.”

I sat up and placed my finger onto his lips, “Shhhh.... it’s alright.”

“No, it’s not. You must hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.”he looks at me in disbelief, “At first i was upset but i’m not anymore.” I paused, “Do you think I would skip class to be up here with you if i hated you?”

“No, i guess not.”

I laid back down and he places his hands on me. He gently moves them up my stomach, abs, chest, to my shoulders, and with every touch he left tingling sensations in it’s wake. I love this feeling i hope he doesn’t stop soon.

He leans in and kisses my lips, he continues along my jawline to my earlobe. He kisses my sweet spot behind my ear and i couldn’t help myself from moaning ; i can feel him smiling against my skin. He kisses down my neck, he kisses my shoulders, chest, my nipples; he gently tugs and nibbles them, another moan escapes my mouth. He continues down my abs and stomach till he reaches my pants. He places his lips in the middle of my hips and rubs his lips up the center of my body until he reaches my lips again. He kisses my lips and my hands go to the back of his neck into his hair while i deepened the kiss.

We stayed like this for hours, i like being here like this with him. I don’t know if i love him. All i know is that I'm going to be sad with this all over. I’m going to miss him till I see him again.

Hello, everyone. I’m sorry it took so long with finishing this part up and posting it. I’ve been very busy with the holidays that passed and school. I don’t know when i will be able to post the next part but i will post it as soon as i can. I hope you enjoy this.

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #harry x draco #draco x harry

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