#the guy broke in to steal shit and my brother wrecked him

[wicked-mind]

Remember Me: Chapter Five

Summary: Y/N and Bucky were the unlikely match when it came to love, but they were inseparable since they met. After a fight, Y/N left to be a trauma surgeon in the military and returns without her memories. How will Bucky remind Y/N how she is the fire in his bones? Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Swearing (I like swearing. Adds character and sounds pretty to me lol), car crash, oh and enter John Walker

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Note: Okay, I know what you are all thinking. Oh no, not Walker! He isn’t a bad guy in this, just a friend so put the pitchforks away. And as always, support is appreciated whether it be a like, reblog, or comment (:

*gifs not mine

Previously

When Bucky finished cleaning the plate and beer from earlier as well as making sure all the doors were locked and lights off, he walks back to the bedroom to see the beautiful figure of Y/N asleep in his bed. He was grinning ear to ear, happy she was back where she belonged. He pulled off his shirt and changed into some dark grey sweats before slowly and quietly crawling into bed with her. He watched her sleep, taking in everything about her. He had missed watching her sleep, pondering what was going on in her brain while she slept. What dreams she was having and whether it was of him or not. He could lay there for hours and watch her sleep, brushing his fingertips along her cheek slowly. As much as Bucky wanted to stay awake and watch her, he eventually fell asleep as well with a small smile on his lips.

Chapter five - We looked at each other a little too long to be “just friends”

Y/N blinked awake as the sun hit her face from the window, her eyes immediately landing on Bucky asleep next to her. She studied his face, he seemed so relaxed and happy when he slept. She lifted her hand to gently brush across his face, watching him twitch a little at the touch before opening those gorgeous blue eyes to stare at her, “Hi..” She said softly towards him, feeling butterflies erupt in her chest at his gaze.

Bucky smiled, Y/N was back where she belonged- next to him. Even is she couldn’t remember much about their relationship, she was there staring at him like she always did in the mornings and Bucky had never been so happy to see those eyes staring across from him, “Mornin’ doll.” He whispers out to her, slowly reaching out and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, “How’d you sleep?”

“Good… I slept really good.” Y/N responds, keeping her voice soft. She as enjoying everything about this moment. The way Bucky looked at her made her feel like she was his sun and she could see the love he felt for her practically dripping off of his features. It was melting her with every touch and every look he gave her, “What time is it?”

Bucky broke his gaze from Y/N’s face to roll over and check his phone on the bedside table, “Almost ten.” He said before rolling back to look at her, smiling instantly at the sight of her sleepy features.

Y/N’s eyes went wide and she jumped out of the bed, “Shit.. Shit shit shit.” She muttered, walking around the room, “I have an interview at the hospital at ten forty-five.” She paused in her spot, “And I forgot to tell Steve where I was last night. He’s probably freaking out.” She put her hands on her face, “Oh god.”

Bucky got up quickly, walking over and placing his hands on her shoulders, “Stop freaking out.” He said with a smile and small chuckle, “I got some pairs of your old scrubs, all washed and everything. Go ahead and shower, all your shampoos and soaps are still there as well as your toothbrush. I’ll give you a ride to the hospital and I’ll talk to Steve.” He told her, rubbing his hands comfortingly down her shoulders until he reached her hands. He brings one of her hands up to his lips, kissing her knuckles as he stared into her eyes, “Sound good?”

Y/N listened to him, entranced by the way he looked at her. A thankful smile creeped across her lips slowly, nodding at him, “Sounds like a good plan.” She said, a small blush appearing on her cheeks as he kissed her knuckles, “Thank you.” She told him.

Bucky proceeded to show Y/N where all her clothes were, passing her some dark navy scrubs. They were always her favorite color and also his. He watched her disappear into his bathroom behind the shut door, a smile glued to his lips. He couldn’t believe she was back in his house, in his bed, and now in his shower. But those thoughts cleared his mind as he dialed up Steve on his cell phone, listening to it ring once before Steve answered.

“Bucky, is she with you? Sam called and said she was at the bar last night and ran into Rumlow.”

“Yeah, she’s alright. She was a little tipsy from tequila and I took care of Rumlow…” Bucky paused as he heard Steve let out a soft chuckle about the tequila, “I showed her the box.” It was silent for a moment before Steve responded.

“And? Is she okay?”

Bucky smiled softly to himself, “She remembered the rose I gave her our first Valentine’s Day and how the neighbor yelled at me for stealing it from one of the rose bushes.” He chuckles a little, “She’s fine though. She stayed the night and I’m taking her to the hospital for her interview. And don’t worry Stevie, I’m taking it slow, being a perfect gentleman.”

Steve sighed a little, “I trust you with her, Buck. You know that I always have. Just don’t be taking up all her time, I missed her too.”

Bucky smiled, “I won’t. I’ll bring her back to your house after her interview.” He said, before exchanging goodbyes and hanging up. The sound of the shower turning off stopped him, he watched the door to the bathroom down the hallway, waiting for her to come out in those dark blue scrubs he loved so much. When she appeared through the bathroom door, his breath got caught in his lungs. There she was, all doctored up. Bucky loved this look of her, as professional as she looked she was also extremely sexy in the way the scrubs hugged her curves.

Y/N bit her lip as she pulled her wet hair back into a pony tail, noting the way Bucky was running his eyes up and down her body. It made her skin feel hot, tingly. She walked over to her backpack she had left, zipping it open and making sure her stethoscope and emergency medical supplies were in there, which they were. She never went anywhere without them just in case someone needed help. She picks it up and slings it over her shoulders before walking over to Bucky, biting her bottom lip again nervously, “Ready whenever you are.”

Bucky smiled at her, reaching out and placing his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him and placing a soft kiss on Y/N’s lips, “You’ve always looked so damn good in scrubs.” He told her, his smile widening as he saw her blush again, “C’mon darlin’. I know you like to be early.”

Bucky dropped Y/N off at the hospital, telling her to give him a call after her interview was over and he would pick her up to take her home. He gave her a soft kiss before watching her go inside, speeding off on his motorcycle with a boyish grin across his features. Within an hour, Y/N called him, “Hey doll, how’d it go?”

Y/N walked out of the hospital and down the street, the phone pressed to her ear, “It.. Uhm.. It didn’t. The chief of surgery remembers me and how amazing of a surgeon I am but he didn’t feel comfortable putting someone with no memories as chief of trauma.” She said with a sigh. She couldn’t lie, the moment the words passed Chief Miller’s lips she felt defeated and hurt. The one thing she actually remembered was surgery and medicine and it felt like that was being taken away from her.

“Oh… I’m so sorry, darlin’. I’ll come pick you up. We can pick up some lunch and go back to your brother’s okay?”

Y/N kept her steady pace down the sidewalk, pursing her lips at his words, “I actually feel like walking home… processing stuff you know?” She looked up when she heard some tires squealing, watching a truck t-bone a parked car and hitting a pedestrian in the process.

“Y/N, what was that? Are you okay?! Y/N!”

Y/N blinked at the sudden wreck, Bucky’s voice pulling her back to reality, “Yeah, I’m fine. I gotta go.” She said before hanging up and running straight over to the man who had been walking across the street when the truck made a sharp left and struck him. She immediately got into the groove of assessing and treating traumas, directing a bystander to call for an ambulance.

Bucky panicked when Y/N hung up on him, immediately jumping on his bike and speeding towards the hospital. He parked his bike and ran into the ER, looking around for Y/N. When he heard his voice, he froze and turned.

Y/N was on top of a man on a gurney, her hand in the man’s chest as he was unloaded from the gurney. She didn’t even notice Bucky standing in the middle of the ER watching her, she was stuck in surgeon mode and covered in the man’s blood, “We got an MVC, two more ambulances behind us, driver and passenger. Triaged in the field. This patient was a pedestrian hit by the truck, I need to get this man to an operating room now!” She told the doctors who were pushing the gurney through the emergency room. Her eyes focused on Chief Miller, “Better give me those privileges, Chief. I got my finger plugging a hole in his right ventricle and if you don’t, he will bleed out before someone else can plug the hole.”

Chief Miller nodded, watching the other two from the car crash come in from ambulances before returning his sight on Y/N who was waiting for him to grant her privileges to operate, “I’ll do you one better, you’re the new Chief of Trauma. I’ll call ahead to OR 2, let them know you’re coming and get cardio to meet you there.”

Y/N smiled and nodded, relief flooding through her at his words. She did it, she had proven herself. As doctors pushed the gurney towards the operating room doors, her eyes fell on Bucky who had heard the whole thing and was giving her a smile and mouthing the words ‘great job’ to her. She smiled and nodded towards him before disappearing behind the doors to the operating room.

Bucky waited for her in the waiting room for about three hours, grinning to himself. Of course Y/N got the job, she was destined for it and he was unbelievably proud of her for proving that she was still the best trauma surgeon around. When he saw her come out of the operating room doors and into the waiting room, she was wearing clean red scrubs and her backpack over her shoulders. He immediately stood and hugged her, “Okay, first of all, next time tell me what happened instead of just saying you have to go because I was worried. And second…” He smiled down at her, brushing his fingers across her face, “I’m so proud of you.”

Y/N smiled at him, “I’m sorry, I just jumped into surgeon mode. I didn’t mean to worry you.” She told him, “And thank you. I did it.” She said with a small giggle of joy. She leaned up and kissed Bucky’s cheek, “Chief Miller said I can finish up the paperwork tomorrow. So… It’s almost dinner time now… how about dinner and a ride? I’m starving.”

Bucky wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “Anything for you, Chief of Trauma.” He said with a smile, walking her towards the exit of the hospital. He helped her to the parking lot and clicked the helmet secured on her head before helping her onto his bike. This ride home was different than others. Y/N didn’t hide her face in the back of Bucky’s leather jacket, instead she tilted her head back and let the wind hit her face and run through her hair. She closed her eyes, smiling and laughing a little at the high. Bucky was right when he told her it was like when she performed surgery. It was exhilarating sitting behind Bucky on his motorcycle. She felt free, everything fading away to this moment and she was stuck in it. It wasn’t until Bucky slowed down in front of a diner that she opened her eyes and looked at him, her mouth hanging open a little as she took deep breaths before she smiled at him.

Bucky slid off the bike, kicking the kick stand down, “I’ll be right back, love.” He told her, smiling as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. He disappeared inside and came back out with a bag of to-go boxes, passing them to Y/N, “Think you can manage holding onto those for the ride home?”

Y/N took the food and nodded towards him, “Yeah, I’ll manage.” She told him, securing the food in one arm with her fingers tightly around the straps of the plastic bag before wrapping her free arm around Bucky’s waist when got back in front of her on the motorcycle. The way home, she kept a firm grasp around Bucky’s waist with her arm that wasn’t holding the food, but a smile still was planted to her lips as the wind rushed against her face. Once they arrived back at Steve’s house, Y/N and Bucky walked in. Y/N immediately hugged her brother and apologized for not calling or coming home last night before telling him the good news that she got the job. It called for victory beers during dinner.

“This is nice, like old times.” Peggy said once they had finished eating, holding Steve’s hand on the table.

Bucky and Steve nodded in agreement with the statement while Y/N bit her lip. She didn’t remember these ‘old times’ they were agreeing about but if this is what they were like she’s glad it existed. She was sitting next to Bucky who had stretched out an arm over her shoulders, stroking her shoulder gently with his finger tips as he watched her carefully. This was genuine happiness painted across her features, she was happy to be home and safe with people she loved. Her train of thought was interrupted when she heard a truck in front of the house, her brow furrowing, “Are we expecting someone?” She asks, her eyes flickering between Steve and Peggy who shook their head.

Steve stood up to go look out the window with Y/N and Bucky behind him while Peggy started cleaning up the dishes. Y/N froze when she saw a tall, muscular blonde haired man get out of a large black truck, “Oh my god..” She said softly as a smile crept onto her lips. She pushed her brother out of the way from the front door, opening it and running down the porch steps and jumped into the man’s arms, “John! What are you doing here?” She asks when he put her back down.

Bucky watched Y/N get excited at the mystery man, feeling a tinge of jealousy at the smile that wasn’t towards him. That bit of jealousy went full blown when he saw Y/N in the man named ‘John’s’ arms, "Who the fuck is John?" He muttered over to Steve who shrugged before he stepped out with Steve, going to wrap his arm around Y/N’s waist as he gave the blonde man a look over, “Who’s this, doll?” He asks curiously, though his voice was stern and his lips were pressed into a grim line. His arm around Y/N’s waist pulled her closer against him in a protective fashion.

Y/N looked at Bucky then back to the man named John, “Steve, Bucky, this is John Walker. We were on deployment at the same time, he was one of the men in charge of protecting our base.” She said with a smile, “He was pretty much my best friend from what I remember.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes as he looked the man up and down again, muttering something under his breath like ‘well you did a good job protecting the base’ sarcastically but low enough nobody heard.

John smiled, placing his hands in the pockets of his jeans, “I heard you were back up and running around, had to come see for myself how you were. Heard you lost a lot of your memories but I’m glad you still remember me.” He said to her before turning his attention to Steve and Bucky, “Nice to meet you guys, heard a lot about both of you.”

That sentence drew more into Bucky’s curiosity. What did this blonde guy named John know about him? What had Y/N told him about the end of their relationship when she deployed? And why in the fuck did Y/N remember John Walker but not him? His jealousy was growing by the minute, wondering what John was to Y/N and vice versa. Bucky’s jealousy faded a little when he felt Y/N place a hand on his hand that rested around her waist, flashing a small smile down towards her before kissing her head.

Steve shook John’s hand and put on his best friendly smile, “Always nice to meet a friend of Y/N’s.” He said, “Appreciate you checking up on her.”

Y/N waited for her brother to stop talking before bringing the attention back to her, “If you came a little earlier I would’ve invited you in for dinner, John.” She said with a smile.

John looked at Y/N, a smile resting on his lips, “That’s alright. I just wanted to come and say hello and let you know if you need any help remembering things,” His eyes flickered to Bucky before returning to her, “I’m here for you. I should head back to the VA now though, got a meeting. I’ll see you later, Y/N.” He told her before smiling towards Steve and Bucky, “Nice to meet you two, I’m sure I’ll see you guys around.” He said before turning and getting back into his truck and driving away.

Bucky watched John drive away before he shifted himself to stand in front of Y/N, taking both her hands in his as Steve started to head back inside, “You didn’t tell me you remembered him?” He said, posing the comment as a question as he put a small smile on towards her.

Y/N shrugged, “Yeah, I didn’t remember until I saw him and it all came rushing back. This memory thing is so weird.” She sighs softly, “Some things come back in bits and pieces and other times it’s like being hit with a tidal wave of memories. He’s great though from what I remember, you’ll like him. We should all go get drinks sometime.”

“Oh, I don’t know, doll.” Bucky said, his smile growing as he leaned down to lay a gentle kiss on Y/N’s forehead, “I don’t know if I can manage to share your attention with anybody else.”

Y/N rolled her eyes a little bit at his comment, giggling softly, “C’mon, Bucky. It’s not like that, don’t get jealous. John’s just a friend and he may be able to fill in some gaps in my memory.” She reminded, knowing that he would know that was important to her.

Bucky sighs and nods reluctantly, “Alright, fine. We can get together for drinks one night.” He said with a smile down to her. He couldn’t say no to her, never could. Except before she left to serve as a trauma surgeon in the military. That was the one time he had tried to tell her no and that backfired pretty horribly, “I got a question for you, darlin.” He stated, “How did you figure out the girl I talked about was you?”

Y/N smiled, lifting her hands to rest on his cheeks as her thumbs brushed across his stubbled cheeks lightly, “Well, I am some sort of genius even without my memories." She teased, "You would always look at me when you talked about her like you were talking to her. You call me those cute pet-names quite a lot. And… well, we looked at each other a little too long to be ‘just friends’ like everybody kept telling me.” Y/N watched his facial features turn into a smile towards her, feeling him grip her waist between his large hands and pulling her closer, “I also just felt safe with you. Like the whole world melted away and it was just you and me and it was familiar feeling.” She finished before standing on her toes and planting a kiss to his lips.

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[northlight14]

Breakup’s, birthdays and drag shows

Description: Roman and Janus broke up and now Roman can't celebrate his birthday with him. Now it's Virgil's job as his best friend to cheer him up.

TW: breakup mention, crying, cursing, Janus isn't intended to be unsympathetic but since Virgil doesn't like him it might come across that way, alcohol mention, brief violence mention, let me know if I need to add anything else

Ships: platonic prinxiety, past roceit

Genre: hurt/comfort

Prompt: alt prompt 4, drag (prompt by @pridewrite2021)

Virgil was browsing the card isle looking for a birthday card for Roman when his phone started to buzz. He pulled it out to see it was Remus calling him.

"Ugh, what is it Remus?" Virgil said, already not interested in whatever Remus had gotten himself into.

"Hey Virgin! Can you come over?" Remus chirped.

"I'll be coming over later to drop off Roman's card. Why, what's up?"

"Well, you know how Roman and Janus broke up last week?" How could Virgil forget? Roman had spent the entire week being an absolute wreck and Patton and Logan had to hold Virgil back in order to stop him beating Janus up.

"Yes." Virgil gritted out through his teeth.

"Well, Roman just realized that he isn't gonna be able to celebrate with him and that this is gonna be his first birthday without him in 3 years and what not. So now he's crying in his room, lookin' like a hot mess. And since he's your best friend and all I was wondering if you could come and cheer him up or whatever."

"What! How the hell am I supposed to do that?!" Virgil yelled, before realizing he's still standing in the middle of the card isle, hiding his face which was now scarlet.

"I don't know man but you'll come up with something! You're like a brother to him, Virgie!"

"You actually are his brother, Rem!"

"Come on Virgil, please!" Remus pleaded through the phone. "I just...I really don't know what to do, here." He said, voice suddenly going quiet.

Virgil sighed. "Ok, I'll be ten minutes."

———

Virgil always forgot how big Roman's house was. The drive way alone seemed to go on for ages, outlined by large trees and red rose bushes. The pathway to the door was a red brick and clearly well taken care of. The house itself was a faded red brick with large windows and balconies. The front door was too tall and painted black, standing in the middle of two white pillars.

Looking at where Roman lived, it was easy to see why Virgil had disliked him at first. When they'd first met, Roman had a much bigger problem with his bratty rich kid attitude and with his life seemingly perfect from an outsiders point of view it was easy to see why they clashed. after all, Virgil had absent parents and had to work several jobs to help pay bills. But as he got to know Remus better it made it much easier to see through Roman as well. Mr and Mrs Prince were nice enough but they had a bad habit of pitting Roman and Remus against each other, both with academics and creative pursuits. It turned out Roman's arrogant attitude was a coping mechanism for his surprisingly low self esteem. It also turned out that Roman wasn't just "lazy" when it came to school work like Virgil had first thought, but he was actually struggling with ADHD. The more Virgil learned about Roman and the more Roman learned about Virgil, the closer they became until they began to see each other as brothers. Brothers that would make fun of each other relentlessly but brothers non the less.

Virgil knocked on the large door and waited for a response. Not too long after, Mrs Prince answered. She was a tall and slender woman with tanned skin. Her dark hair was tied perfectly in a bun. She wore a black dress with a red shall, both of which looked as expensive as Virgil's car.

"Oh, hello Virgil. I assume you're here for Roman? Remus said you were coming." She said.

"Uh, yeah. Can I come in?"

"Of coarse, Roman should be in his room. He hasn't come out since this morning." She said, stepping aside to let Virgil in.

'Oh God.' Virgil thought to himself before heading upstairs and hoping he would finally be able to remember which room is Romans.

In the end Remus came out his room and pointed Virgil in the right direction but hey, no one else needed to know that.

Gently, Virgil knocked on Romans door and waited to be let in.

"Remus, I told you to go away!" Roman yelled from inside, his voice sounding muffled.

"Hey Roman, it's Virgil. Can I come in?"

There was a brief moments pause before Virgil heard a quiet voice he decided to interoperate as Roman inviting him in.

Virgil was very taken aback by the sight before him. The room, which was usually kept as neat as possible, was covered in tissues, chocolate wrappers and a mix of opened and unopened presents. Roman was sat on his bed, eyes puffy and hair messy.

"Um, hey, are you alright?" 'Fuck sake Virgil, obviously he isn't.' Roman sniffled, smiling despite himself. "Yeah, I just...I miss him, ya know?"

"Yeah." Virgil said, sitting beside him. "Oh, um, I got you this..." Virgil awkwardly passed him the card.

Roman smiled, accepting it. "Thanks."

"So...what do you want to do? For your birthday, I mean." Virgil said, trying and failing to hide his discomfort.

"I don't know..." Roman sighed, looking down at his hands. "I was just going to continue to watch Carmen Santiago. But I always watched that with Janus. It was our show, ya know? He'd always make a comment about how she's still stealing and I'd counter it with how she's stealing from thieves so surely that makes it ok! I don't know, it just...it feels wrong to watch it without him..." Roman laughed sadly. "Which sucks because the last episode left on a cliff hanger and I really wanna know what happens next." He laughed a little at his own expense.

Virgil couldn't help but smirk. "Well, why don't we go out somewhere?"

Roman looked down again. "I don't know..."

'Crap. What the heck am I supposed to do here?!'

Virgil looked around awkwardly. He then spied in the corner what looked like a new makeup pallet. Roman must have gotten it for his birthday. 'Bingo.'

"Hey, why don't we do each other's makeup?" Virgil offered.

Romans face immediately lit up. "Really?!" He said, excitedly.

"Yeah, why not?" Virgil said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well last time I asked to do your makeup, you said you'd rather stab yourself in the eye with your eye liner."

"Yeah, well..." Virgil coughed. "Consider it my birthday present to you."

Roman immediately shot up and grabbed the eyeshadow pallet and several brushes. "I promise you won't regret this!" Yeah, Virgil was already regretting this but Roman seemed happy and that's all that mattered.

———

The brushes tickled Virgil's face as Roman layered the purple eye shadow. Virgil almost started to object as Roman began to apply silver jewels at the edges of the eye shadow, before stopping himself. Roman then finished the look by applying a purplish pink lipstick and brushing Virgil's bangs out of his face. He then handed Virgil a mirror. The look was very 80's glam, far from Virgil's usual style but he had to admit, it looked really good. The eyeshadow looked sharp, the upper lid being a lighter shade than the under eye and corners of the eyes.

"It looks great!" Virgil said, admiring it. Roman smiled proudly from the compliment. "Alright." Virgil said, taking the eye shadow pallet. "Your turn."

Roman laughed. "I appreciate the offer, rainy day real estate, but I don't really wanna look like I haven't slept in a hundred years." Roman teased.

"Says the guy who's went entire weeks not sleeping because he was binge watching a new show!" Virgil teased back.

"And I'll have you know I wear that like a badge of honor!"

"Besides," Virgil continued to laugh. "I know how to do other makeup looks."

"Ok..." Roman said. "But if I end up looking like a Tim Burton character, I will kill you with my bare hands." They both couldn't help but laugh.

Virgil decided to go for a similar style that Roman went for, layering different shades of red and mixing in some gold glitter. He also decided to draw a small crown on his right cheek, just below the eye. The look was then finished off with red lipstick to match.

He passed the mirror over to Roman who gasped in delight at his reflection. "It looks so good!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah? I'm glad you like it." Virgil smiled, pulling back on his purple patch hoodie after taking it off to give himself more mobility when applying the makeup.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Roman said, waving his arms in front of his face before jumping up and handing Virgil a black leather jacket that was hung on his chair as well as a pair of purple tinted heart glasses. "Put these on!" He exclaimed.

Virgil once again pulled off his hoodie, replacing it with the leather jacket. It fit him surprisingly well considering Roman was a fair bit taller and more muscular than him. He then put on the glasses and Roman eagerly pulled him off his bed and guided him to his full length mirror.

"Wow...I actually look really good." Virgil said.

"See! I told you!" Roman laughed.

Virgil examined the jacket. "I didn't think you'd own a jacket like this. Did you steal it from Remus or something?" Virgil asked.

Romans smile suddenly dropped. "It, uh, it was Janus'..."

Shit.

"Oh, um, sorry." Virgil said, honestly.

"It's ok." Roman sighed, sitting back on his bed. "I've been meaning to give it back. Especially since it still has his wallet in it. But that means I'll have to see him and I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

'He left his wallet in here?' Virgil put his hands in the pockets and sure enough, Roman was right. Virgil quickly started to feel all too powerful now knowing this.

"Hey, come on, let's go out somewhere. Show off your makeup." Virgil tried again.

"For someone who looks like they belong in a vampire novel, you're awfully eager to go outside." Roman laughed.

"Come on, I just think it'll do you some good to get out for a bit."

Roman averted Virgil's gaze. "I don't know..."

"Come on, man. Do you really want to let that jackass ruin your birthday?"

Roman sighed. "Ok, fine."

Virgil waited outside Romans room as he changed out his pajamas. When he came out, he was sporting a white shirt paired with a black jacket that had a red floral pattern. He was also wearing a pair of glasses, his in the shape of two fairy wings that matched the gold in his eye shadow perfectly.

As the two walked out the house, Roman called "Mom, weren't going out! I should be home soon!"

His mom sounded surprised by this but happy non the less. "Ok sweetie, be back soon!"

"So where are we going?" Roman asked as they walked out the house.

"How the hell should I know? I'm just winging it." Virgil laughed.

———

The two wandered through the town as the sun began to set, the reds and oranges bouncing off Romans glasses and the glitter perfectly. Virgil was all too aware of the judging looks they were being given but when he looked at Roman, he seemed happy. And right now that's all that mattered. Just keeping Romans mind off Janus.

Eventually, Virgil began to hear the sound of music and he subconsciously started to follow it, Roman tailing behind. As he wandered through the town he eventually found the source.

A bar putting on a drag show.

Roman was staring off into space, standing next to him. Virgil tapped his shoulder, pulling him back to reality. "Hey, I know what we're doing."

———

Romans face lit up once more when he saw the stage. It didn't seem like they missed too much, which was good. The drag queen that was stood on the stage currently was singing, her hair done big with makeup that shone and reflected the lights perfectly. Her dress black and covered in sequins and frills. The heels she wore didn't look comfortable in the slightest but she walked in them with ease.

The two sat at the bar. They were each 18 and 19, meaning they wouldn't be able to drink but given the circumstances, it was probably best if Roman didn't get drunk right now.

Instead, Virgil just ordered them some non alcoholic drinks and fries. Roman was about to hand him the money to pay but Virgil immediately declined. "My treat. It's your birthday after all." Virgil then remembered Janus' wallet still in his jacket pocket. 'I mean, if Janus is the reason we're here, it's only right he should be the one to pay for us, right?' Virgil couldn't help his smirk as he handed the money over.

The night continued and Roman and Virgil cheered loudly for each queen on stage, each one quite different from the last. Virgil watched as any sign of grief seemingly dissolved from Romans face.

The final queen for the night came on the stage and they both watched with joy as she performed.

"I know what you're doing, you know." Roman said, not taking his eyes off the stage. Virgil froze instantly, slowly daring to look at his friend. Roman once again had small tears in his eyes but he wore the most genuine smile Virgil hadn't seen on him in ages. "Thank you."

Virgil smiled at his friend. At his brother. "Of coarse."

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Authors note: I’ve been wanting to write something based on the glam looks Thomas posted for Roman and Virgil for a while now and I obviously wanted to write something for Romans birthday. So when I saw the prompt for today was ‘drag’ I immediately thought “well that’s convenient”. So happy birthday Roman! Anyway, hope y’all enjoyed. I’m still practicing my writing and hopefully I’m improving. 

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[sunflowerstalks]

Maybe If Remus Had a Plan in the First Place This Fic Would Have Had a Name, Too

Remus is Remus, Roman is tired, and there’s a cat, too. Expected chaos ensues.

This is my gift for Pigeon, @the-pigeon, for @sanderssidesgiftxchange! I hope you enjoy your gift, and i hope your holidays were and continue to go well! Also, happy new year!! :D

word count: 2125

rating: teen and up (for slight language/innuendo)

content warnings: slight innuendo/language typical of remus, hair pulling as a stim, descriptions of bad things happening to animals (as an intrusive thought, it is dealt with accordingly), slight anxiety attack/sensory overload moment

relationships: platonic sides (all of em) with brotherly roman&remus focus, implied/background romantic roman/virgil and romantic patton/remus but it’s pretty subtle

characters: roman, remus, virgil, patton, logan, janus, c!thomas (meaning both character!thomas and cat!thomas asfhjakfh)

additional tags: high school au, punk au, heist fic, like slight conflict and then mostly fluff and comfort. also, side note, cain and abel are the twins’ cats sdhjgdskfh

“Remus.”

“Roman.”

A beat.

“Any chance you could explain… any of this?” Roman gestures wildly to the pile of metal scraps, receipts, the feral cat, and assorted other trinkets strewn across the sidewalk in front of Remus, before crossing his arms and impatiently awaiting an answer without his usual air of, well, put-together-ness.

“Well, I’d actually gotten around to finally cleaning my wallet, when—”

“The cat, Remus! Whose cat is this? Why do you have it? Why is it surrounded by trash?” Roman’s voice increased in both volume and shrillness as he went on, hands reaching unconsciously to tug at his hair.

“Hey, don’t do that shit,” Remus tugged at the cuffed jean at Roman’s ankle for emphasis, “Anyways, like I was saying, I was cleaning my wallet when I remembered that I was like, eighty assignments behind in anatomy, so I figured I could do some cool art or somethin’ with a cat! For… extra credit or something.” Remus faltered for a moment, “In all honesty, I didn’t think I’d get this far.” He had thought getting the cat would be the hard part, so now he was stuck in the swing of success without a direction to turn. Roman, however, was still stuck on the small details (in Remus’ humble opinion).

Roman took a deep breath, muttering something that sounded a lot like a prayer for forgiveness, before looking down at his brother yet again.

“Remus.”

“Yes, brother dearest?”

“Whose cat is this?”

“Do you want the honest answer?”

Roman looked moments away from manslaughter, yet managed to nod anyways. Remus’ face broke into a shit-eating grin;

“I have no fucking clue.”

---

“Let me get this straight—”

A chorus of ‘good luck with that’s and similar sentiments echoed Logan’s statement, much to his chagrin.

“Okay. Redo.”

“You can’t just say ‘redo’ IRL, Lo,” Virgil chuckled, not even bothering to look up from his phone—he had already checked out from the drama, but stayed for the simple pleasure of experiencing the familiar banter—and in fear of being called to the dean’s office for cutting class. Mostly the latter.

“And I would argue that you cannot say ‘IRL’ in a verbal conversation, yet here we are,” Logan paused for emphasis, adjusted his necklaces for the umpteenth time, and smoothed his hands over the table again before continuing, “Regardless. The situation that you—and I mean you two,” he gestured to the twins, “there is hardly a ‘we’ fault-wise here—have gotten into, is one of... feline larceny, without a known victim? Is that correct?” Remus nodded sheepishly—or as sheepish as his wolfish features could get, all teeth and eyes—while Roman just stewed in rage. Remus’ backpack laid halfway zipped on the lab table, and every once in a while a pink nose and whiskers would find its way into the light before being shoved back by a flurry of hands, aware of what yet another detention would mean for the twins. They couldn’t all just skip, though—they learned that the hard way from the last time one of Roman and Remus’ harebrained schemes had made its way from “a slight nuisance” to “an unignorable thorn in everyone’s side that also somehow ends with arson.” So, they had some past experience in handling the, well, experience that the twins brought along with their company—but they normally had at least a lead to work with.

“How,” Janus started, massaging his temples despite only just then contributing to the wreck of a conversation that their art class had devolved into, “do you steal a cat, and not know who from?” Remus just shrugged.

“It wasn’t intentional. I needed a cat, a guy had a cat, I didn’t ask questions. Was I supposed to?” Remus asked, eyebrows drawn together—normally, he’d be a sarcastic shit that would drive the group insane on (some level of) purpose, but now he just seemed genuinely afraid—of the consequences of his own actions, but, still—progress. Logan opened his mouth to offer his advice, but was silenced by the jarring ring of the bell. He sighed. This was going to be a long day of way more stress than he was qualified for—the twins were going to owe him another stick and poke if he had any say in the matter.

---

Remus must have been a wonderful, wonderful man in his past life. He had to have been. Because, somehow, by some good grace, he managed to make it through another two classes on his own, and to lunch in one piece, with a living cat by his side—well, in his backpack, but the merit stands. Logan could honestly say he was impressed—not that he would tell him that, though. Nevertheless, the six friends reconvened at lunch—still without a direction to turn.

“I could just put him back where I found him,” Remus started, attempting to break the icy silence at the table with a jackhammer as always.

“Do you even know where that is?” Roman scoffed, incredulous.

“Well, no, but I could get close.”

“This isn’t helping,” Logan interjected, “How about you bring it to a shelter? One nearby where you found it?” The table nodded in general agreement, but Remus only frowned.

“But that isn’t where I got it from. What if it has an owner? What if the closest shelter isn’t a no-kill shelter, and we go to all the trouble of saving the cat only for the fucks at the shelter to hurt it?” Remus’ pace picked up with his heart rate—despite only having this cat for maybe six hours, if anything happened to it, Remus had a pretty good idea of what he’d end up doing.

“We can check for that, can’t we, Lo?” Patton chimed in, placing a calming, steady hand on Remus’ shoulder, which sunk, relieved, at the touch.

“Possibly. But, regardless, it isn’t Remus’ cat. Our priority is to get it back to its original owner, if it has one,” Logan pointed out, “If that isn’t possible, then we need to reevaluate our plan, come up with another, and settle for a different goal.”

“Have we at any point today even actually had a plan?” Virgil snickered, ever the pessimist—it wasn’t like he was really helping as he was, once again, staring at his phone.

“Well, it’s not like you’ve done much besides stare at your phone today, edgelord,” Remus snarked, though it came out as more of a mumble—his face was pressed into the table, and his eyes were on the cat in the bag.

“You’re gonna have to get better nicknames, Dukey, we’re all edgelords here,” Janus deadpanned, smudging an unhealthy amount of eyeshadow around his eyes while Virgil and Remus argued over their respective contributions.

“Okay, can you, my brother,” Roman pointed to Remus, whose teeth clacked with how fast he shut up, ”and you, my boyfriend,” he pointed to Virgil, who could only look the smallest bit abashed,  “calm all the way down? Stop arguing, holy shit—” Roman took another breath, relishing the silence that had fallen over the table before pushing on, “—how about we all go, together, and fix this shit? I mean, what could go wrong?”

---

The answer was a lot. A fucking lot could go wrong when six seventeen-year-olds tried to coordinate anything, let alone an amateur heist.

Remus managed to get through the rest of the school day without much incident, but the rest of them were not so lucky, managing to receive a grand total of three detentions and six failed tests from lunch to the end of seventh period between the five of them. The teens recounted the horror stories of sixth period; Patton gesturing wildly from the driver's seat, Remus sat quietly (for maybe the second time in his life) in the passenger seat, and the remaining accomplices squished together in the back seat (which would fit three people at most for any group that wasn’t them). Also in the back seat was the cat, who had been dubbed “Thomas” for the time being—he was sat in Janus’ lap, curled up around an abandoned ball of yarn that had been left under one of the seats. The car ride across town would have been incredibly tense and unbearably long without the feline, and for that, Remus was grateful—even if he still had a sinking feeling of guilt swirling in his stomach.

---

           After a surprisingly uneventful car ride (except for the stop at a drive through for a morale boost (Patton’s words) of coffees and drinks which ended, after a rather nasty pothole, with a massive stain on the roof of the car), the party settled into the waiting room at the—no-kill, Remus triple checked—animal shelter. There weren’t enough chairs, so the group made more of a pile around Thomas, some of them standing, and the others sitting both on chairs and the floor. Juxtaposed with the sterile white of the walls, they stood out like the emo cousins that they basically were. Remus bounced his leg, up, down, up, down, over and over. He kept knocking his knee against Janus’, which jostled Thomas every time he did.

“Sorry,” Remus mumbled, trying to focus on holding still.  But it itched in the back of his brain, guilt and stress and fault and all the wonderful, terrible feelings churning, over and over. The clock behind the desk was too loud, and Remus couldn’t do anything about it because they wouldn’t even have to be here if not for him. So he kept his mouth shut and tried not to cry—for all of two minutes, because that was when Janus decided that he had had enough, and shoved a ball of fur into his arms. For a moment, Remus was terrified he was going to fuck it up, hurting Thomas or himself or causing some other inevitable disaster, but Thomas just pushed his warm face into Remus’ palm, and suddenly, somehow the only thing Remus could feel was loved. He choked out a wet laugh, unable to contain the bubbling build-up of emotions that had been brewing since he first saw Thomas that morning. His friends all looked at him, concerned at first, but all they could do was coo at Remus being the softest they had ever seen him. He sniffed, and gave them all a watery smile.

“Thanks, guys.”

“Sincerity? In my brother? It’s more likely than you think!” Roman teased, poking his brother in the arm. Remus stuck his tongue out at him, and the teens devolved into familiarity, playful taunts and sincere joy, waiting to be called back for Thomas’ check up.

---

While the veterinarian had been momentarily taken aback at the request for all six visitors to be in the room during the appointment, she also hadn’t seen a reason to say no at the time. Thus, once again, like the clowns they were, they piled into the room and crowded around the table, Thomas at the heart of it all—confoundingly calm given the situation, at least to the onlookers.

The veterinarian introduced herself to each of them, and began examining the cat for any injuries, microchips, or anything out of place.

“He seems to be healthy, no broken bones or infections…” The doctor said, reaching for a handheld device, “If he’s microchipped, and I’m able to reach the owner, you boys will be off the hook, okay?” Remus cringed, but nodded—he needed to remember that Thomas wasn’t his before he got hurt. She ran the scanner over Thomas’ back, and hummed.

“I’m… actually not finding anything. You said he was lost?”

“I don’t know for sure,” Remus confessed, “I found him on the street, so he could be a stray.”

“It seems he was a very lucky one, for sure. Most cats his age are incredibly susceptible to outside bacteria—finding you guys likely saved his life.” Remus’ eyes widened, and his hand reached for Thomas almost instinctively.

“You said that he doesn’t have an owner?”

“Not that I can determine, no. Did he have a collar, any sort of identification?”

Remus shook his head.

“Well, there are two options in the meantime; we can hold on to him, and put him up for adoption through our services, or you could adopt him. He needs to be immunized and neutered, first, but where he ends up is up to you guys.” Remus thought to himself for a moment.

“Hey, Roman. How mad do you think Mom would be if we brought Cain and Abel home a new friend?”

---

The answer? Not mad enough to outweigh her happiness at Remus’ smile with Thomas in his arms. And even though he didn’t end up getting the extra credit in anatomy, Remus’ circle of best friends grew by one, so he thinks he did alright in the end.

#sanders sides #creativitwins #intruality #prinxiety #ts roman #ts remus #ts virgil #ts patton #ts janus #ts logan #c!thomas #cat!thomas

[beclynn-herondale]

Inside TMI Gang's diaries part 5 1/2

(long post)

Clary: Dear diary, so the Clave didn't end up punishing me because I didn't technically break any rules when I brought Jace back, but some peeps are staring at me still and like bish you're making me uncomfortable, also I don't know where Jace is and I feel this deep emptiness without him. I decided I am gonna ask the Seelie Queen for help, and no brain you ain't stopping me k, Alec and Izzy will be with me on this and Simon. Also just wait Sebastian just wait, I am gonna show you who to truly be afraid of. But first coffee

*Later*

So shit happened, I went to the Seelie Queen and she asked me to steal these rings, but like I was like no, but I decided to take them for myself, anyway I saw Jace and Sebastian, and Jace looked completely fine, he looked happy, like nothing is even bothering him, and then i said I didn't get the rings, like a lier, and that night Jace broke into my bedroom and we kinda kissed, and I found out he is basically a puppet for Sebastian, and if you hurt or kill Sebastian you hurt or kill Jace, and just whatever life whatever, also Sebastian stabbed Luke and now Luke may die, my mom is taking us to Magnus' and now that we are here he called it saint Magnus' for wayword Shadowhunters, and me and my mom got into a fight, she said stuff about Jace and like that's the thing I am sensitive about, so I decided to tell Simon to meet me and I shall run away and save Jace, I am always gonna be the knight and him the Damsel. Also Simon is the best friend, now I gotta go kill my brother. Need some coffee first.

Possessed Jace: Dear diary, all is well in the day of being evil and running around with Sebastian, he is alright, anyway we are off to cause chaos, I want to try and take Clary with us tho. Also I am not sure but something weird may have happened between me and Sebastian the other night, I can't remember exactly, but it was weird.

*Later*

We broke into Clary's house and I tried to take her with us but Sebastian had to be unpleasant, he may be hungry, he gets hangry when he doesn't eat enough, I plan on coming back for Clary though, oh also Luke got hurt, that one feels bad. Oh and Clary did come back and she is with us now, I love her. Oh also Sebastian and me have gotten up to some stuff, he is a genius, and he is so evil, I love it.

Jace: I am gonna murder him, this bish is so stupid, oh shit wait is this me again? I feel like I am banging on a wall. Who says love that much?

Alec: Dear diary, a lot has happened, Jace is still kidnapped and the Clave didn't end up punishing Clary, thank the angel. I am sneaking behind Magnus' back and I hate it but what else am I supposed to do?, Clary wants to meet with the Seelie Queen and I have a bad feeling about it, she isn't trustworthy, but I guess we have no choice cause the Clave won't help much anymore. Izzy is ready to fight anyone. Magnus is still not sharing much and is avoiding topics, and he doesn't know about Camille. But Camille is the worst, how could Magnus ever have dated her, he's so good and hot, and kind and sexy, he's also giving and attractive, he's beautiful and has a beautiful soul.

*Later*

Still sneaking around, still hate being around Camille. Jace apparently was at the Institute with Sebastian and they were acting like buddies, Jace is my parabatai, Sebastian you little shit. And then Jace and Sebastian went to Clary's house and attacked so now Clary is here at Magnus' and so is Jocelyn. Life keeps getting weirder, and everything is going to hell, if Jace were here, he'd have a way to lighten the mood.

Magnus: Dear diary, breathe Magnus, breathe, thankfully Biscuit is fine, Blondie is still kidnapped. Izzy and Simon have tension between them and I want nothing to do with that drama, I know.i usually like drama but Shadowhunter drama is a mess. Camille is god knows where, probably being evil. Sebastian is still on the loose, probably being evil as well, no definitely being evil. Alec has been distant lately. Chairman Meow is a comfort as always. I am trying to track down blondie, but I have had no luck, Sebastian is good I'll give him that. The Clave is a pain in my ass as usual. And the Seelie Queen is a raging bish, some things never change.

*Later*

So. . . Apparently Sebastian and blondie were at the Institute and after that attacked Clary and Jocelyn in their house, Luke was injured and hopefully will be okay. As always, Saint Magnus' is where Jocelyn and Clary went to, I am like the safe haven for wayword Shadowhunters. Clary and Jocelyn just got into a fight, Mother and Daughter drama is never one you want to get into the middle of but Biscuit isn't necessarily in the wrong here. But I don't want people to explode on me and Jocelyn would so. . . Anyway, I suspect Izzy will be here soon and maybe Simon. Hopefully we'll figure out where Jace is somehow, everyone is miserable and I never noticed how much of a light he actually was until he was gone, and yes I am surprised by those words myself.

Izzy: Dear diary, life is only chaos and a mess as usual, I can't get Simon out of my head and I don't know why, I have never been this way with someone before, ahhhhhhhhh. Anyway the Clave didn't punish Clary so that's good, I would have fought them if they had tried anything. Jace is still missing and we still have no idea where he is, the Clave is deciding he isn't a priority anymore, and if not for me wanting to play it cool I would have thrown some unkind words, but I am also not surprised. But we'll find Jace and save him, I won't accept anything else, there is no way in hell I am losing another brother.

*Later*

Clary saw Jace and Sebastian at the Institute and then apparently they broke in her house, and tried to take her, and Clary says Jace wasn't Jace, that he believed Sebastian was right and I swear whatever Sebastian did to my bro, he is gonna pay for. Still can't stop thinking about Simon and I want to punch a tree, Jace would have said "What did the tree ever do to you" I miss that weirdo, I am heading over the Magnus' cause that's where Clary and Jocelyn are, Luke got hurt bad, hopefully things will be alright. Also Simon wasn't at his and Jordan's apartment, I got a little drunk and may have spilled some stuff to Jordan and I regret it. Anyway I am gonna try to get ahold of Simon and ask him to come, there's something about him that comforts me.

Simon: Dear diary, life as a teenager has been so hard, as usual, being a vampire still kinda sucks, my mom hates me, Jace is still missing, Clary and Izzy are both wrecks, and I just want a chiller times. There's something between Jordan and Maia but I be staying away, I have no idea what me and Izzy are relationship wise, Clary thankfully didn't get in trouble with the Clave. Sebastian is creepy af. I think I am gonna listen to mcr and be angst.

*Later*

Shit got very real again, apparently Jace and Sebastian attacked Clary at her house and Luke was hurt, also apparently you can't hurt or kill Sebastian with hurting or killing Jace, that's just amazing isn't it. Clary and Jocelyn are at Magnus', - although Clary isn't anymore, in fact she is right in front of me telling me her crazy plan to go after Jace, Jocelyn is gonna go mama bear on me, but I can't stop Clary that's never been an option with her, apparently we are gonna keep in contact with the faerie rings Clary secretly stole, it keeps getting worse, this is all gonna be bad. And to top it off I am ignoring Becky and she is gonna come after me if I don't respond soon, but how can I when there's so much. - later, Izzy wants me at Magnus' and I still don't know what we are, but I'll always be there for her, if she lets me.

Sebastian: Dear evil diary, I have to say I have been having a lot of fun, Jace thinks something weird happened between us the others night, and something did but he'll never know what ;), I plan to kidnap my sister and take her with us no matter what it takes, me and Jace have plans, evil plans. We are at the Institute for something, and after that when night comes we plan to find my sister, I know Jace won't do anything without her, she's the only thing that keeps him not fully in my control. Anyway I am to do evil.

*Later*

We broke into Clary's house and she was mad, like I thought you'd be happy to see your boyfriend who has been missing, little sister. But apparently not? And I tried to kill that werewolf but he may survive. Mother will pay. Jace says he's sure Clary will come, honestly his love and trust in her is strange and I do not understand it, father would be disgusted, but I need Jace and I want Clary as well, so I'll do what it takes. Evil is out.

Church: Dear cat diary, I am so fucking done, you have no idea how done I am, Herondale and Fairchild did stuff in the past that led to Herondale getting possessed. Jem you would know what to do, please save me. Herondale is probably gonna have something tragic again *sigh*, Fairchild isn't gonna sit by and do nothing, it isn't in her blood. Lightwood 1 is off and I don't know what it is but he has something, Lightwood 2 may well explode as and I wouldn't want to be in the middle of that, tho I would like to see her go off on the Clave *cat grins*, Sebastian is another evil guy, why do I bother to learn their names? Jem if you were here, Simon is idk, he is doing something, Magnus is Magnus, and I may try and visit Chairman Meow, seeing them may help my cat stress levels. Everything is shit, the world is going to shit, and my Jem isn't here to save me, and I want some frickin tuna.

Tagging @chibi-tsukiko , idk if you want to be tagged in this but I know you said to start tagging you 🙈

#inside tmi gangs diaries #clary fray #clary fairchild #jace herondale #jace lightwood herondale #clace #alec lightwood #alec lightwood bane #magnus bane #magnus lightwood bane #malec #isabelle lightwood #izzy lightwood #simon lewis #simon lovelace #sizzy #sebastian morgenstern #jonathan morgenstern #church the cat #tmi gang #tmi fam #tsc #the shadowhunters chronicles #tmi #the mortal instruments

[justatiredghost]

Living for the Moment Ch9 A series of glimpses at Klaus’ life if he’d met Dave in his mid 20s. His life isn’t magically transformed, love can’t fix either of them when they’re both homeless and in a bad place. They’re not even really ready for a relationship yet. But maybe a supportive friendship can set them on a better path, the two of them inspiring each other to take care of themselves. It’s going to be a long and bumpy ride, and the question is, when will they actually admit to themselves that they have feelings for each other?

-

Kaus shifted, making himself comfortable in the old shopping cart. He felt lucky for finding one abandoned out here in this back alley. He wanted to close his eyes and rest a bit, but there were memories and nightmares waiting for him that he didn’t want to relive, so instead he popped another pill and lit a joint for good measure, watching the smoke curl up into the dark sky. He was just so tired. Why did everything have to be so difficult? 

“What’s been up with you lately?” Ben asked, looking down at him from a fire escape he was sitting on.

“Shhh, Ben, it’s quiet time,” Klaus said, closing his eyes. 

“It’s just,” Ben continued anyway. “You haven’t been going to any of the sketchier bars or clubs like you usually do.” 

“Just haven’t been in the mood,” Klaus said airily. “Why, are you complaining?”

“Of course not, it means you’ve been bored enough to take all my suggestions for things to do.  You even went to that movie I've been wanting to see.”

“What can I say? I was craving popcorn and it’s so easy to steal there,” Klaus said, hoping he’d give up soon. 

“If you’re trying to get sober—”

“Yeah,” Klaus laughed out loud, interrupting him. “No way that’s gonna happen. 

“I’m serious, Klaus,” Ben persisted, a little overeager. “This is really good!”

“Oh my god, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Klaus groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “Just because I haven’t been in the mood to get absolutely wrecked, doesn’t mean I’m gonna ‘change my ways,’ or whatever. Quite the opposite. In fact, I might be feeling a bender coming on now.”

Ben’s expression didn’t look convinced and that alone made Klaus want to go out and take every drug he could get his hands on because, really, Ben should know better by now than to hold out on that kind of hope. Why was he still on his case about this when he saw firsthand what being sober did to him? 

“Does this have anything to do with that Dave guy you got beat up a few days ago?” Ben suddenly asked. 

“No,” Klaus said pointedly, probably too quickly. That was one of the things he was trying so hard not to think about. He still didn’t understand why Dave bothered after he’d seen how he lived his life. But it made it harder to want to indulge in his regular recklessness, especially since there hadn’t been any expectation for him to get clean like there was with anyone else he’d ever had that sort of conversation with. Maybe that could still happen, but Dave did drugs too, so Klaus really had no idea what to think. He just didn’t understand Dave. 

“Whatever,” Ben said. “If it’s brooding hours, I’m gonna go. At least you’ve been more fun lately.”

“You take that back, I’m always fun,” Klaus joked, cracking one eye open to grin at Ben, who shook his head, but was smiling too as he disappeared. 

Klaus leaned back in the grocery cart, breathing a heavy sigh as he closed his eyes again, settling in. He wasn’t sure how much time had gone by when he heard a group passing down the street. He must have been higher than he realized, though, because he thought he heard Dave’s voice among them. 

“You guys go on ahead, I’ll catch up.” 

He hadn’t realized he’d had the guy on his mind so much. He took a long drag of the joint as he heard footsteps approaching, trying to just enjoy the high before he was interrupted, feeling the cool night air on his face. He wondered what it was going to be this time. A cop? A mugging or a hate crime? Did he get a prize if he guessed right?

“Well, you look comfy.”

Klaus opened his eyes and had to do a double take when he saw that it really was Dave standing there, big smile on his face. Thankfully the split lip and black eye were beginning to heal. 

“Sorry about that, didn’t mean to startle you,” Dave chuckled, leaning on the edge of the cart. 

“Hey,” Klaus said, offering him his joint. “What are you up to?”

“Just seeing what parties are out and about,” Dave said, taking a drag before passing it back. 

“Anything good?”

“Nah, not really. What about you?”

“Making my own party,” Klaus said, gesturing to the cart as if it were obvious. 

“Sweet, any chance I can get past the bouncer?” Dave asked and Klaus couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah, I might be able to swing that,” Klaus said. “But you gotta push me.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Dave said, moving to stand on the bar on the back, using one foot to push it along.

“Oh, hell yeah, it’s definitely a party, now,” Klaus said, sitting up to get a better grip, legs still hanging over the front. 

Dave brought them to a sudden stop when they passed a skate park, the two of them turning to each other. 

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Dave asked. 

“You better be ‘cause I need to do this immediately!” Klaus exclaimed. 

“Uh, you’re not talking about needing to pee, are you?”

“No!”

“Okay, good!” Dave broke into a run, speeding towards the nearest ramp. 

It didn’t take long at all for Dave to lose his footing and nearly faceplant on the pavement, leaving Klaus to careen along, cheering at the top of his lungs, wind in his hair, until it reached the peak of the ramp and tipped to the side, spilling Klaus onto the ground. Thankfully, besides some scraped up elbows and knees, he wasn’t hurt. Dave sprinted over and dropped to his knees at his side, but as soon as he realized that he was more or less unhurt, he collapsed to the ground beside him, the two of them giggling. 

“Next time, we should do that sober, we might last longer” Dave said. “And you should push me.”

“Sounds like taking some of the fun out of it,” Klaus said. “But fine. Then we can take turns nearly killing each other.” As if Klaus ever did anything sober.

“Sounds like the perfect evening to me,” Dave said with a heavy sigh as he caught his breath. After a moment, he rummaged around in his coat and pulled out a joint and lit it. He took a drag before bumping Klaus’ arm, offering it up. “So, how’ve you been?” 

“Fantastic,” Klaus said, accepting the joint eagerly.

“That bad, huh?”

“Nah, it’s been great, really.” Klaus said, waving a hand dismissively before passing the joint back. “What about you? Your face looks better. Sorry you're not gonna get a badass scar though.”

“Aw, maybe next time,” Dave laughed. 

“Really?” Klaus asked skeptically. “Do you actually want a scar? Because I can definitely help with that.”

“What? You can respond with deflective humor and I can’t?” Dave asked innocently.

“And here I was trying to be all sincere and apologize,” Klaus said, snatching the joint back, turning his eyes back to the sky above them because it was easier than looking at Dave. “I don’t even know why I went looking for you that night.” He hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but he supposed curiosity got the better of him. 

“I’m glad you did. I already told you, you don’t have to apologize,” Dave said. “I’d rather get into a little fight if it means I can help out a friend.”

“Ugh, were you always this sappy?” Klaus groaned, because he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel about that. He wasn’t supposed to have friends. Acquaintances, sure, people he could party with, but they weren’t meant to stick around. Klaus wasn’t meant to stick around. So why was he still here?

“Yes,” Dave said with a giant shit eating grin that showed no shame whatsoever. “So, are you gonna tell me what’s been bothering you? I guess we can dance around it instead, but I have to warn you, I can be very annoying.” 

“Can be?” Klaus asked, shooting him a look.

“Okay, I am very annoying,” Dave chuckled, but then, like the considerate bastard he was, he hurried to add, “Unless you genuinely don’t want to talk about it. Boundaries, and all that.”

He glanced at Dave again, at his too-blue eyes that were always so sincere and soft, and he had to look away again, turning his gaze up to the harsh streetlights and the millions of stars staring through him. He sighed. Why the fuck not? Why not just jump in and share all the crazy bullshit that was his life? It wasn’t like any of this really mattered. 

And besides, Dave was bound to find out sooner or later. Honestly, he was surprised he hadn’t heard the gossip yet. Or he had but wanted to see him squirm instead. No, that wasn’t like Dave. Klaus just wanted everything to go back to normal so he could stop feeling so much all the time. Why did everything have to be so complicated?

“My sister wrote a book about the fam,” Klaus said, taking another long drag of the joint before passing it back, watching the smoke swirl above him as he exhaled into the night. “I’m impressed, really. Didn’t know she had it in her. And dear old Daddy was a bastard, someone needed to knock him down a peg or two.”

“Do you and your sister get along?” Dave asked.

Klaus couldn’t help but laugh which he supposed was answer enough. 

“Then I’m guessing her portrayal of you wasn’t exactly positive,” Dave said, voice sympathetic and Klaus hated how serious all of this had gotten. 

“Bingo, right on the money. But, I mean, look at me. It’s not like there’s much good to say, either. I’m just mad she told the world I was the one who dyed my brother’s mask pink. That was supposed to be our little secret.”

“That’s not true, you— wait, what do you mean ‘mask?’” Dave asked, distracted as Klaus hoped he would be. 

“Well, yeah. Any good child superhero has to wear a mask.” 

“Child superhero?” Dave exclaimed, choking on smoke as he sat up to stare at him. 

“What, did you seriously not put it together?” Klaus asked, finally turning to grin at him, crossing his arms behind his head, getting comfortable. 

“Put what together? I am so incredibly lost. What are you talking about?”

“Really?” Klaus said, holding up his hands for him to see. “Klaus Hargreeves? Ouija board inspired tattoos on my hands, umbrella tattoo on my wrist; you really have no clue who I am?” 

He’d honestly thought Dave would have at least suspected by now, but it had been too nice pretending someone didn’t know his past, that he could want to get to know him for him and not the fame. Maybe Dave truly didn’t know, though, as surprising as that would be. He regretted losing that, but honestly it was worth it to see Dave’s baffled expression as he tried to piece it all together. 

“I don’t—“ Dave began, but then the realization seemed to hit him. “Wait, you’re-- what was it?-- the Seance!” 

“Now he gets it,” Klaus chuckled, snagging the joint from Dave’s unresisting hand. “I seriously can’t believe you didn’t put it together sooner.”

“I’m sorry, I just haven’t thought about the Umbrella Academy in years,” Dave said, looking as if his world had just changed completely. Klaus didn’t like it. “It didn’t really occur to me how fucked up it must have been until I was older.”

“Nah, it was all sunshine and roses,” Klaus said. “Just read Vanya’s book for proof.”

“Or you could fill me in,” Dave said, and Klaus had to turn to look at him, surprised. “I don’t really like hearing things second-hand, especially from someone you weren’t even that close to.”

“I am not one to share my secrets,” Klaus said. “And I said she got it pretty much right.” 

He wasn’t really sure why he was trying to talk Dave into reading it. Maybe it would just make things easier. Especially because there were some things he didn’t want to share with him directly. It would be easier if Dave just stopped hanging around him so he didn’t have to see the exact moment he stopped being able to look him in the eye.

“I think I’m good,” Dave said. “We all got fucked up one way or another as kids. Some worse than others. We’re all just trying to get through life as best we can. You should be able to keep those secrets.”

“Your loss,” Klaus shrugged, not really sure why his throat was suddenly tight, even though the idea that he should have any privacy made him want to laugh. “It might explain some things.”

It shouldn’t matter what Dave did. He could be lying now and was going to look up the book the moment they went their separate ways. And even if he didn’t, if he was telling the truth, it shouldn’t mean anything to Klaus. He was already used to strangers who knew too much about him, people who only thought of him as Number Four and just wanted the bragging rights of being able to claim they knew him. He wondered how things were going to change now between the two of them. 

“I’m not sure anything could explain you,” Dave laughed, and it was strange, it was almost like he was joking to deflect for Klaus. 

“I’m going to pretend that was a compliment,” Klaus sniffed indignantly, barely managing to hide his grin, all too willing and relieved for the change in subject. 

“I meant it as one, I swear,” Dave said. “I never know what to expect with you, but I’m having a great time trying to figure you out.”

“What’s to figure out?” Klaus asked, striking a pose. “I’m just a fabulous dumpster fire.”

“Pretend all you like, that doesn’t change how great you are.”

Klaus couldn’t help but stare at him, taken aback. He wasn’t really used to genuine compliments. Sure, he’d had people find him attractive and he knew the things he was good at and how to use them to impress or gain the upper hand, but he wasn’t used to this. He wasn’t used to anything even close to this without some sort of ulterior motive. 

He had to put up with all sorts of unsavory types in order to get by, living on the streets. Then again, he’d done his own fair share of lying and stealing, so maybe he deserves to be among them. There wasn’t much he was proud of himself for, but then pride was the first thing to go if you wanted to last out here. Maybe Dave had just forgotten, he had been gone for a month, after all. That didn’t stop Klaus from wanting to be selfish, so he didn’t remind him. 

“Well, that’s enough of that,” Klaus said, jumping to his feet, because as much as he liked being the center of attention, he wasn't sure how he felt about all this. Besides, being fun was what he was good at, so he might as well play to his strengths. Keep Dave from realizing the truth just a little bit longer. “Come on, then. The night is young and we’ve got havoc to cause.” 

He threw his arm across Dave’s shoulders as he stood to join him, tightening his grip briefly as if threatening to put him in a headlock. Dave did the same and suddenly they were in a playful scuffle as they headed off into the night. 

#klaus hargreeves #dave katz #klave #klaus x dave #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #fanfic #living for the moment #klaus: i don't open up to anyone #dave: pleeeaaase? #klaus: fuck #my fic

[basilone]

I don't know which you've already answered out of the HBO War asks, so uhh... Choose two you haven't answered yet and answer those? ✌️😅

Ahahahah you’re precious, ty!! Then I’m gonna go with... hmmmm...

4. Favorite/least favorite Band of Brothers characters? Why?

I’m just gonna use this opportunity to squee about Speirs okay I’m just.. not even sorry. Like this cryptid of a magpie man really thinks he can just walk out on my television screen and have me be okay with it, the audacity of that. (I harbor a totally separate affection for the chaos incarnate that is Matt Settle himself, lol, but that’s somethin’ else.)

I don’t really know what it is about Speirs that had me from the first moment, because let’s be fair we don’t meet him until we’re already in Normandy and he’s one of the weirdest pop-up books from hell you’ll ever see in that respect. Like suddenly there’s this LT from a different company crossing paths with half these guys and kinda-definitely-maybe committing a war crime or twenty while giving vague speeches about a soldier’s relationship to war? And he’s fading out of the series again until we’re smack in the middle of a forest and everyone’s still shit-scared of him and he is gleefully feeding into every single rumor about himself until Dike has a Breakdown Of Epic Proportions that then catapults Speirs into becoming this Known Entity for the company. And then?? Then he is soft and capable and committed and decisive and loyal and more than a little insane but he means so well, he really does, and he never ever walks away from trouble and he wants to steal all of Hitler’s shiny things and take his house and honestly he is such a mood?? 

I’m just such a sucker for aloof-seeming could-kill-you-with-their-bare-hands take-charge softies, what can I say? 

Also I have to name a least favourite and I’m just. I’m eternally flipflopping between Dike and Sobel on this one. They are both lethal in the worst way and get their men killed in combat situations, they’re not fit to be in charge of a paper bag let alone of an entire company, and honestly Dike’s disappearing act is as exhausting as Sobel’s pissing contests.

11. Which The Pacific scene broke your heart the most?

I know people are gonna expect me to name a certain two deaths of one captain and his lieutenant, or are going to expect me to come out with John’s death, or something along those lines.. but there are two scenes that wrecked me, plain and simple, and they are:

Lena visiting the Basilones post-war. The way she kept refusing coffee? Awful, awful, awful. I could cry for days thinking about that. Coffee was her thing with John. The thing they bonded over, the thing that made her see there was something more to the man than what she’d assumed, the thing that made her understand why he went back to war and why she would let him. 

The scene where the civilian woman is holding out her baby for the Marines to take and they don’t understand why until it’s too late? That’s the most harrowing scene in the entirety of the series for me. The utter panic she exudes, the confusion the Marines feel, the devastation after that blast kills both her and the baby.. just, fuck. I just sat there for a bit tbh, like that was the scene that really did a number on me to watch.

#about me #tadaa there we go! I hope I picked some nice ones! #robertleckie

[embcrry]

ok thisss took wayyy longer than i’d expected . like it’s fucking midnight ? like guys im such a mess omfg . anywaysss * tana mongeau vc “ welcome to my trash bin daught or welcome back to my trash bin daughter ... what ? was ? that ? idfk . if you wanna plot with my overly tired ass give this post a like and i’ll love you down i promise !! also i apologize for how long this intro is going to be in advance !

new york’s very own  𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄 " 𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 " 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 was spotted on broadway street in 𝘓𝘖𝘜𝘉𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘐𝘕 𝘌𝘓𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘌 𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘛𝘚  . your resemblance to barbara palvin is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃  birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being guarded , but also dependable  . i guess being a 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be  𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘶𝘱, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘯 + 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴  .  &  ( female & she/her  )  +  ( faith , 21 , she/her , est . )

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

FULL NAME : emilie sierra berry . NICKNAME : emma , em , emma bear ( by her little sister ) . BIRTH DATE : march 1st , 1998 . AGE : 22 . GENDER : female ( cis ) . PRONOUNS : she + her . ORIENTATION :  pansexual ( attractions are equal ) , panromantic ( leans more toward women ) . BIRTH PLACE : brisbane , australia ( see home here ) . the family still owns this house but don’t use it much . HOMETOWN : new york city ( upper west side ) , new york ( see home here ) . her dad + little sister still live here today . CURRENT LOCATION : new york city ( upper east side ) , new york ( see home here ) . moved in one year ago after break up . EDUCATION LEVEL : highschool diploma .   OCCUPATION : olympic swimmer ( emulated after katie ledecky ) , socialite , escort ( no one knows ) . NET WORTH : 32million ( every year up until she’s twenty five she receives a percentage of her trust fund ) . FAMILY NET WORTH : 3.1billion ( father ) , 4.8billion ( mother + step - father ) . PARENTS : adrian berry ( father , 51 , hedge fund manager ) , natasha laffont ( mother , 48 , former super model + philanthropist ) , thomas laffont ( step - father , 50 ,  businessman + art collector ) . SIBLINGS : tatiana berry ( sister , 10 , student + ballet dancer ) , bradley laffont ( step-brother , 24 , new york rangers player ) . PETS : jagger ( ragdoll cat , picture ) , maggie ( pomeranian - husky , picture ) . NATIONALITY : australian - american . ETHNICITY : hungarian . CLOTHING STYLE : expensive yet casual ; alot of black , hoodies , leather is a staple , high end sneakers , boots , colorful suits . JEWELRY : gold ; dangly earring , cartier bracelet , tiffany rings , barbell nipple piercings. DIET : pescitarian , no dairy ( lactose intolerant ) . WORK OUT HABITS : six times a week ( mostly boxing + swimming  ) . PERSONALITY : guarded ; there is nothing emma hates more than talking about her feelings or letting anyone know who she’s feeling , she has trouble trusting people for good reason ( the girls trust issues have trust issues yall ) + dependable ; if you need anything in the world go to emma she will move mountains to get shit down for you , she’s very punctual , and super disciplined probably due to being an olympian + goofy ; she doesn’t take much too seriously tbh , ( similar to joey + phoebe from friends ) she can be a bit of a space cadet and that always ends in her making everyone laugh + stubborn ; one thing is for sure about emma she’s extremely hard headed , loves getting her way , and is incredibly unforgiving . 

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 ( in bullets )

her parents met during college , where they both attended princeton university . natasha , her mom , was in the middle of her modeling career completely blowing up while adrian was already setting the foundation of his investment company . they had a whirlwind romance and were married just a year after adrian graduated from princeton . both coming from old money , emma’s grandparents on both sides are extremely meticulous about the image of their family + so the same mentality was instilled in adrian + natasha .

 emma spent the first nine years of her life in brisbane , australia . her parents had moved out to australia just a couple years before she was born for the sake of making her father’s company an international success . 

with her parents always off doing something , emma was raised by her nanny + butler . when she was six she expressed her desire to get into swimming after watching michael phelps in the 2004 summer olympics . she was in absolute awe by him + wanted to be just like him . so the next day her nanny spoke to her parents and later that day she was enrolled into a local swimming program .

when she was nine her parents broke the news to her that they were moving to new york . at first she wasn’t all too mad about the move , she didn’t have many friends in school , wasn’t a big fan of her teachers , and knew the one thing she loved she could still do in new york . her outlook on the move changed when she found out that her nanny + butler would not be making the move across the equator with them though . how dare her parents steal the only people who’d ever taken care of her away from her ? she thought . she threw an absolute fit in protest ; completely wrecking the home + locking herself away in the bathroom in her room for nearly 20 hours before her nanny talked her into coming out . 

once in new york , emma was miserable . she had tantrums everyday and even stopped swimming for a few months . what inevitably pulled her out of her funk was a trip disneyland paris + her mom bringing her out to buy a whole new wardrobe . yall ever heard of a spoiled brat ?

once she was open to the idea of new york she kind of fell in love with the city , to be honest . she grew close to her new nanny + butler , of course and fell in love with her new swimming coach .

when she was fourteen her parents got a divorce and just six months later her mom was married to a billionaire living in connecticut with a son just two years older than emma . anyone with a brain could put together that her mom had been cheating on her dad , that was except for her dad who’d fallen into denial that his ex - wife would come back . 

[ trigger warning : alcoholism , child abuse , violence ] after months of listening to her father , emma broke , the two got in a huge screaming match about how her mom wasn’t coming back saying things like “this is so pathetic, stop graveling over a women who doesn’t want you” + “she doesn’t want you” + “just move on, she’s never coming back, she’s fucking an art collector in connecticut”. mind you she’s fourteen talking to her dad like this , yikes . he started spiraling after that , drinking heavily , doing coke more than just at events , and when emma copped an attitude he’d hit her . it started with just a rough slap , pushing her into the pool or down the stairs , and then it turned into punching her . it got so bad her coach started noticing during swim practices and inevitably threatened her dad , either he let her move in with him or he’d call the police . so , not wanting a tarnished reputation , her dad sent her off to live with her swim coach .

[ trigger warning : grooming ] life with her swim coach was cool , she got to swim alot more plus he was extremely high profile due to sending swimmers to the olympics as well acting in a few movies so she got to go to alot of events with him all across the world . she enjoyed her time with him more than she’d enjoyed the entirety of her life and then he got her to the 2012 olympics in london + her trust and appreciation for him sky rocketed . in her eyes no one int he world could or did love her more .

coming back from the olympics , her had fully sobered up and was ready to bring emma back home .  her and her coach weren’t completely gun ho for the move but she inevitably moved back home with her father .

[ trigger warning : statutory rape ] just a month after being back home , her coach started being a little too touchy with her . she felt uncomfortable by his advances but figured her was only taking care of her . then he kissed her and she was pretty creeped out so she asked what he was doing , basically the creep told her he was just missing her alot because she wasn’t living with him and reminded her about how he was really the only person who cared about her . she accepted what he said and soon after they started sleeping together regularly . he didn’t even have to tell her not to tell anyone , she innately knew if she ever told anyone he wouldn’t be her coach anymore and emma just wasn’t willing to lose the best coach she’d ever had . this continued for a little over a year until she went to the doctors and her mom went with her , her mom stayed in the room because the check up wasn’t all that invasive + then when her doctor asked her if she was sexually active her mom answered no but emma , not wanting to lie , stayed silent . she inevitably confessed at the appointment that she was sexually active . her mom freaked out and wanted to know who but of course emma didn’t spill that . she inevitably lied and said some guy she went to school with . within a week her mom found out she lied and refused to let emma go anywhere until she confessed who she was sleeping with . knowing her mom wouldn’t let up she told her it was her coach + that it wasn’t a big deal . but emma knew it was . her mom gave her coach an ultimatum he either quit coaching for good or she’d turn him in . she he quit and emma never heard from him again . 

she stopped talking to her more directly after that + stopped going back to connecticut for the weekends like she had been since her parents divorce . she was now sixteen without a swimming coach + completely mad at the world .  she’d had a rough few years , to say the least . she turned to partying , HEAVY , to cope with it all . she slept with anyone who so much as gave her a second look she didn’t care if they were older than her , had a girlfriend / boyfriend , if you were into her you could have her . it took her almost five months before she committed to a swim coach + they really whipped her back into shape . no more partying , emma went from school to practice and then home . it was awfully boring for the new party girl but she had one of the best coaches in the world + they promised to stop coaching her had she not listened to their every word . the only thing she cared more about then letting loose was going to another olympics . 

she attended a private school in manhattan where she completely smashed each and everyone of the school, districts , and state records in swimming . she was never big into her academics but she upheld a b average for the sake of being able to stay on the schools swimming team . if she received anything less than a b she would guilt her dad into giving her school a donation so they’d give her the grade she felt she deserved . 

she graduated from highschool in 2016 and although she was accepted into multiple schools across the nation , with athletic full ride offers from each school  , but she inevitably declined each school because she did want to spend another second behind a desk . knowing her dad would never approve of her not going to college , with his ivy league education ass , she lied to him and said she was attending nyu . 

she went to the 2016 olympics in rio and completely dominated ( 4 gold medals , 1 silver + breaking five world/olympic/american records in the meets ) . 

just months in 2017 her dad started to pick up on her lie about attending college . telling her she needed to enroll immediately or he’d cut her off . calling his bluff she didn’t enroll . she quickly learned that he wasn’t bluffing when he completely cut her off , telling her she had a month to find a place to live and move out .  

thanks to her olympics money + her endorsements with tyr sports + adidas she had enough money to get an apartment but her saving would deplete quick so she knew she needed to do something to make alot of money + quick .

desperate and running out of time emma joined seeking arrangements under an alias as sierra meyers . there were a few success and plenty of total blunders on the site but she got lucky with the first women she met with who offered to get her into escorting . emma didn’t even give it a second thought before she said yes , the only thing she asked is that the clientele not want her to attend highly publicized events with her as she's quickly get caught due to her socialite status   . 

within a year she’d made half of what her entire lifes work had made her , she grew obsessed with escorting and what made it crazy was there were people who would pay her half a million just to have dinner and talk with her . of course , those were the unicorns though because most wanted to sleep with her at the end of the night . 

when she turned twenty one her dad gave in and gave her back her blackcard + even offered to move her back into the house , she took the credit card but decided to continue living outside of his walls . 

she could’ve quit escorting right then and there , but she’d grown an addiction if you will to her work . there was something about the secrecy of it + her ability to make millions so easily that kept her going .

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

former roommate ; these two moved in together after her dad kicked her out + even though she moved in with someone else months after they signed the lease she payed them for her half of the rent for the rest of the lease , ex ; they dated when she was cut off by her dad + they inevitably moved into together they could of had a rocky or really good relationship by broke up around this time last year , the guy she “ lost “ her virginity to ; he didn’t actually take her virginity , in truth these two could very well have never even slept together but he’s the guy she lied to her about sleeping with to cover up sleeping with her coach he found out about her lie when emma’s mom asked his parents if he was sleeping with emma we can decide where things went from there between these two , suspicious friend ; they’re starting to pick up on her random disappearing + secrecy , maybe they start following her at some point and inevitably confront her about escorting or maybe they think she’s doing something else and accuse her of that ? , first girlfriend , more exes , people she’s slept with , someone who she slept with + they had a significant other , fellow olympians , travel buddy , podcast co-host ; these two came up with an idea recently to start a podcast , they haven't released it just yet but it’d be similar to call her daddy / impulsive !

#wealthyhq:intro #* spongebob narrator vc * 200 yrs laterrr #🧜‍♀️ ⋆ ◜you dont own me / 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸 .

[herroyalhighnessqueenmomo]

Jesse’s Girl (Part 1 Maybe) (Inspired by trevor wagner)

I was getting ready for the only party I've been invited to since I started college. I put on a striped dress that I thought looked good on me. I put on some stockings and some little booties. I decided to do my makeup but I went for a nude look. Once I finished I put on a hat over my chopped up hair. I went to go pick up my best friend to be my plus one.

When I got to her house I honked the horn of my car. She walked out wearing a flowy shirt with shorts. She got in the passenger seat then looked me up and down. "Who's man are you trying to steal?" She asked me.

I busted out laughing. "No one's. I just thought I should look cute for the party."

I began driving to the address that I had on my phone. We finally got to the house around 20 minutes later. I parked on the grass beside the house. As we were getting out of my car I noticed people were already coming in and out of the house. As we got closer I saw a guy getting shoved out of the house.

I stared at him with wide eyes. He glanced at me and smirked. His nose was all bloody. The blood was covering his lips. He took his thumb and wiped some of it off. My mouth was open. I wanted to say something, anything to this random guy. He held up his index finger indicating for me to wait.

He turned to face the other guy who had a black eye and busted lip. He sucker-punched the guy on the left side of his face. He kicked him in his chest.

A few people came over and pulled them apart. The guy that had caught my eye spat out blood at the other dude he was fighting.

"Fuck you, Wilson!" The guy yelled.

The other guy smirked. "Should've shoot your shot Jesse."

So Jesse was his name? It suited him. "I was waiting and you know that! You knew how I felt about her but you didn't care. Were you gonna tell me? Or were you just going to let me look like a dumbass while you were fucking her behind my back?"Jesse yelled at Wilson.

Wilson only shrugged seemingly not showing any kind of remorse over his actions. "What can I say? Shit happens."

Jesse broke away from the guys holding him back and tackled Wilson. He started throwing punches at him. I couldn't look away from this train wreck that was happening in front of me. I didn't even start partying yet and this is happening. More guys came in to break up the fight. All of a sudden I saw this really pretty girl come in between both guys.

Her hair was a fiery red. She was wearing an oversized shirt. She was gorgeous. I could get why they were both fighting over her.

"Boys quit it." She turned to Wilson. "Babe, just go. You guys need to separate."

"But-"He began to protest.

She shook her head. "I don't want to hear it. I'll talk to him. Just go."

Wilson nodded and then got close to her so he could kiss her. He walked off and got into a car and drove off. The girl turned to Jesse.

"I'm sorry."She said.

He just shook his head. "Don't be, he was right. I waited too long."

She shrugged. "Even if you did ask me out, I wouldn't have said yes Jesse. I see you as a brother."

He nodded. "Wish I would've known...fuck I need a drink." He walked into the house.

My best friend Letisha and I looked at each other. "Well shit, are all college parties like this?" She asked.

I shrugged. "Hell if I know."

We finally went inside and everything seemed normal. Music was blaring, people were dancing and getting drunk.

Letisha grabbed a hold of my hand. "Come on, you gonna have a drink." She pulled me towards the table where the drinks were.

"Ah, come on. You know I don't like to drink."I whined.

"And you know I don't like you just standing there. Besides. Mr. Punchy is over there."She pointed to Jesse.

I turned my head and took my deep breath. "Fine."

I walked over to the table and grabbed a cup and walked towards the keg. I poured some of the alcoholic drink in my cup. Jesse was standing there taking a sip and watching me while I was pouring. I side-eyed him. "Can I help you?"

He shrugged and took another sip of his drink. "Did you enjoy the show?" He asked me.

I simply cocked my head. "Kinda entertaining but I could've gone without that blood on your face."

"Oh? Do I have blood on my face?"He pointed to his face.

I let out a laugh. "Only a little." All of a sudden my thumb was making its way to his lips and wiping off the blood.

He kind of just stared at me with a look on his face that I couldn't describe. I broke away from his gaze. "Uh, sorry. Boundaries. You should...clean that up."

He gave me a slight smile for some reason. "You can if you want."

I squinted my eyes and searched his. I then grabbed his hand and led him to the nearest bathroom.

"Hey, you seem cool and all but I just met you."Jesse joked.

I rolled my eyes and pulled him into the bathroom and shut the door. "Sit on the toilet."

"Let me buy you dinner first."

I gave him a look. "Do you want me to clean you up or not?"

He laughed. I grabbed a rag and wet it a bit. I squatted in front of him and wiped his mouth and some of his nose. He hissed a bit in pain.

"Sorry."I stopped immediately.

He nodded. "It's okay, just kind of stings. Is it broken?" He asked me.

I took a look at it and shook my head. "No, luckily it's only bruised. It'll take a few days for the bruising to go away."

"How do you know that?" He asked me.

I shrugged. "Got hit in the face once with a basketball in the school gym."

"Yikes."

"Live and learn." I continued to clean him up and threw the rag in a laundry basket that was in the bathroom.

He stood up and towered over me a bit. "What's your name?" He asked me.

"Argentina," I replied.

"Like the country?" He asked.

I nodded and sighed. "Unfortunately."

"So you're Argentinian?" He asked.

"No. Puerto-Rican."

"Huh...I like it."

I smiled. "Thanks. Sooooo what was that fight all about?"

He sighed. "That girl, Polly. I've been in love with her for the longest but I never knew how to ask her out without looking too dumb. I got pissed because I walked in on her and my best friend."

"Yikes, that's rough."

He simply shrugged. "Live and learn."

As he continued to tower over me I felt like it was increasingly getting harder to breathe.

"Why are you helping me? You don't know me." He asked me.

I shrugged. "Fine, maybe I shouldn't have helped you." I began to open the door but then he reached over me to shut the door. I turned around to face him again.

"I didn't mean it like that. You're just...refreshing to be around after the night I had." He said almost shy like.

I studied his face a bit. "I felt bad for you. It seemed pretty fucked up the way the were treating you from what I could see. Plus, you caught my attention." I admitted to him.

He nodded. "Thanks. At this point you're the only person in this party that I actually like right now."

I shrugged. "I'll take that as a compliment then." I turned away from him and grabbed the door knob. "Come on. As fun as it is in this bathroom, the party's not here." I opened the door and walked out.

From beside the door frame came the girl who I learned to be named Polly. "Hey Jesse I-" She cut herself off as she realized he hadn't been alone in the bathroom. "Oh." She looked past me at Jesse. "I didn't realize you were with someone in there."

Jesse kind of had this embarrassed look on his face. "I...uh, its not what it looks like." He replied unsure how to respond.

She put her hands up in defense. "Hey its none of my business. If you decide to get a rebound to move past whatever feelings you thought you had for me-"

"Its not like that. She was just helping me clean my face after what your boyfriend did. We didn't do anything." Jesse scrambled to explain.

I was starting to feel super uncomfortable being dragged into the middle of whatever the hell this was.

She shook her head. "No it's fine. I don't want to know. I just came to talk to you and apologize. I felt like I was being a bitch earlier. I could've said that differently."

"Its fine, we don't have to keep talking about it, I think I've suffered through enough embarrassment for tonight." He was trying to quickly move past it. Almost like he wanted to act like it never happened.

She nodded. "No, of course. Sorry." She faced me. "Hi, I'm Polly. Thanks for taking care of him. I can take it from here." She smiled politely.

I just kinda of stared blankly not knowing what to say. "Argentina." I blurted out.

She looked confused. "Huh?"

I snapped out of it. "Sorry. I'm Argentina. I just...well if you feel the need to take care of h-"

"Argentina can stay." Jesse cut me off.

I turned to him with a surprised look on my face. "I can?"

He looked at me and gave me a slight smile. "Yeah, I trust you."

"You do?" I asked.

He nodded.

Polly gave a weird almost awkward smile. "Alright, if that's what you're comfortable with."

"It is." Jesse stated. "Come on Argentina."

He led me over to the drinks. "Help me drown in this booze." He started pouring his drink.

"I don't think that's entirely healthy." I replied. "Plus I don't like alcoholic drinks."

He raised an eyebrow at me. "No one really does." He sipped his drink.

I rolled my eyes and began to pour myself a drink and I downed it. I made a face. "God that's awful."

He let out a laugh. "Come on its not that bad."

"Yes it is."

Letisha walked over. More like hobbled over. "Whaddup mofos!"

"Do you know her?" Jesse asked me.

I nodded and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Unfortunately, this is my less than sober best friend, Letisha." I replied

He nodded.

"Tish, you're already drunk?" I asked her.

She snorted. "What you think n-"

I covered her mouth. "No no. Come on you should try sobering up." I uncovered her mouth.

"Where's the fun in that?" She asked. "I do what I want." She ran off.

Jesse took a deep breath. "I suddenly changed my mind."

I laughed. I turned to notice a bowl of gummy bears. "Ooo gummy bears!" I grabbed a handful and shoved them into my mouth.

"I don't really think you should be eating those." Jesse stated.

I furrowed my brows as I began eating another handful. "Why not? Are you trying to say something?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "No no, nothing like that. I'm just pretty sure there's alcohol in them." He stated.

As he said that I had shoved another handful in my mouth. "What?! Why didn't you say anything?!"

"I just did!" He exclaimed. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll be fine. They're only gummies."

I nodded and took a sip of my drink. "I hope you're right."

He grabbed my cup. "You probably shouldn't drink that either."

"Shit. I'm gonna go check if there's coffee in the house before anything happens." I started walking off to the kitchen. As I was getting closer to the kitchen that's when the room was starting to spin.

I almost lost my balance until I grabbed a counter top. I slowly made my way to the kitchen but I forgot what I was there for so I walked back to look for Jesse.

"Hey you're back early." He said.

I looked at him and smiled. "Hey, wanna fuck?"

"What?" His face fell in confusion.

I held my head. "Shit, did I just say that?" I asked

He nodded. "Yeah you did. Uh hold on." He looked around for something or someone. "Hey Letisha!"

I shook my head. "God, I feel stupid."

He turned to me. "Yeah you kinda of should." He turned away. "Letisha!"

"Am I slut?"

He shook his head. "No you're not." He looked frantically towards Letisha.  "Yo Letisha, come and get your girl!"

"I don't think I-"Letisha started then made a run to the bathroom.

I fell forward towards him. He caught me. "Dammit. Why is this happening to me?"

I wrapped my arms around him. "You're so warm." I knuzzled my head into his chest.

He rested his chin on top of my head. He took a deep breath "Okaaaaay. You're too drunk. I'm taking you home."

"Anything you say daddy." I tried going for a kiss but he moved away.

"No no. I don't want you to do anything you might regret later." He said trying to get me away from him.

I pouted at him. He then started pulling me out of the house. I grabbed Letisha who was near. He looked back at us and scrunched his brows. "Why is this my life?"

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Afraid

Animal Kingdom Fanfic

(Fair warning! I’m only halfway through season 2. This is set in S1, but I probably still have errors because I don’t know about things referenced in the  later seasons)

The thing was, Adrian had never been afraid of Deran.  He’d known what he did - what his family did - to maintain their lifestyles. No details, of course. No one outside the family had details. People whispered about the possibilities behind their palms. Each guess more outlandish than the next if the drinks and drugs were flowing.  But nobody actually knew anything.  That was pretty much the point.

Adrian had fallen in with Deran and Craig in school and in those days the three of them had gotten into all sorts of trouble. When they were younger Deran used to say that Adrian had one of those smiles that made all the women coo and made the cops say, "Are you lost, son?" instead of, "Clear out, you punks!"

He'd been scared of Pope since they were young.  Pope was always a little off, and he spooked him. "He sees everything, you know." Julia remarked one day. That had him looking over his shoulder for weeks afterwards until Deran finally asked him what was wrong. When he'd finished laughing, he'd told him Julia had been messing with him. These days he wondered if Julia hadn't been right.

Baz he hadn't been scared of when they were kids. Baz had always seemed careful with all of the younger kids. Gentle even. Then puberty had hit and Baz was both less gentle and more attentive to what they were doing. Puberty was a mess for every kid, but Adrian spent his figuring out that his friends slowly hardening physiques were much more attractive to him than any of the skin mags Craig kept shoving at him. He'd asked Deran about the skin mags, and when he'd admitted they didn't do anything for him either it had given him a false sense of security. Hindsight had 20/20 vision.

Craig had shot up like a beanpole - no muscles at first and clumsy in his new height. It made him stick out; drew attention. Made it harder for them to be covert about pulling stunts and shoplifting. Deran didn't gain height as fast but was slowly gaining muscle in a way that Adrian thought was both unfair by comparison and distractingly attractive.

Deran was the one who thought to use Craig's new height to distract the cashier while he himself did the five finger discount.  Adrian had never stolen anything before - he'd always been lookout and distraction. Having his best friend shove his hand down his pants to hide their shoplift goods had made him a nervous wreck in more than one way.

Having to confess to Baz what they'd done didn't help. Baz had started pushing back against Pope's until then unquestioned authority. One of the ways he did it was by grilling them about their mischief and giving them a hard time for it.

Having a sexuality crisis over your best friend in front of said best friend's elder brother? Baz had kept glancing at him, and his cheeks had flared red in shame every time. There was no polite way to explain he'd popped a boner over having Deran put his hand down his pants. He kept saying he'd never actually participated before. Being jeered for being scared was better than what Baz might do to him if he knew the truth.

Baz and Pope's rivalry made him see him in a new light and it wasn't pretty. So, yah, he'd been afraid of Baz before.

Craig made him nervous when he got too high, but the only time he'd probably actually been scared of Craig was in high school. He hadn't come out, but there had been plenty of whispers. Then he'd lost his virginity to a foreign exchange student and Craig had found out.  Craig had grown into his height in high school. No longer clumsy, and with new muscles to match.  Being friends with him and Deran made people think twice about laying into him despite the rumors.  A part of him figured once Craig knew the truth that would change.  That he may even target him the way he picked on some of the other students when he needed to make it clear he wasn't someone to mess with.

When Craig had cornered him on the beach to ask about the rumors he honestly thought he might beat him up, and he'd been scared.  He still looked him in the eye and admitted to fucking the guy.  Craig's response had been so anticlimactic to his fears.

"So you're like gay?"

"Yah."

"Huh."

"That a problem?"

"Well, I don't dig guys so I don't know the guy's number.  I mean, should I be riding you for giving up your V card to a dog or congratulating you for losing it to someone hot?"

If his laugh was slightly hysterical he decided he couldn't be blamed. This was not the conversation he'd expected. "He was hot."

"Well, alright, man, way to go." He'd pulled him into a headlock to noogie his head hard.  He'd given a shout, and struggled despite knowing he was no match for Craig's new muscles.

His throw away comment at the end was, "Hey, see if you can get my baby brother to finally lose his virginity. He's so damn frigid."

He'd thought at the time he meant to encourage him to hook up with one of the girls that were always at Smurf's parties. Years later he wondered if Craig hadn't been suggesting something else entirely.

Deran and he had fought over the foreign exchange student. They were on the outs for over a week about it and he didn't understand how it was his best friend who had the issue with his sexuality and not Craig. Then Deran had cornered him late one night in the showers on the beach and stuck his tongue down his throat. Apparently they'd been having two different fights.

Despite the kiss, they didn't hook up in high school. Deran refused to talk about the kiss and things between them grew tense. Then a group of homophobic assholes had decided to try to corner him at school. Deran had broke in - fists flying and together they'd taken them down. They'd both gotten weeks of detention for fighting, but it was better than suspension and it had resolidified their friendship.

If "just friends" was something he wasn't sure he wanted from Deran now that he'd kissed him, he'd pushed it down. Deran never came out and continued to hit on girls. Given Craig's reaction and Deran's "Fuck Baz. Fuck Pope." attitude he didn't think it was his brothers' opinions holding him back. It was Smurf's.

Smurf terrified him. Not when he was younger - when it came to kids Smurf knew how to make them love her. As he got older, though, and understood things better, that changed. As did the way she looked at him. He wondered if she suspected his feelings for her son. If she secretly knew Deran's orientation and either blamed him or considered him a security risk. Someone Deran might dare to care for more than the family. More than her. He knew what could happen if you made Smurf an enemy. Julia and her falling out made it clear even her own family wasn’t immune to her wrath.

He’d run into Julia one day by chance years later.  High as a kite by the bridge late at night.  “Still staying on Smurf’s good side by not fucking my brother?”  She’d asked him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  He’d replied, because Deran wasn’t out and had made it clear he never intended to be.

“LIke hell you don’t.  Our baby boy Deran always looking at you like he wants to eat you.  Smurf always glaring at you like it’s your fault.”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her words made him nervous.

“You can fuck him, you know.  She doesn’t care about fucking.”  She had waved her hand as if dismissing the idea.  “And you can even love him.  You’re not family, so it’s okay if you love him.”  She’d leaned in close then, as if sharing a secret. “The problem is if he loves you.  Cuz family isn’t allowed to love anyone but Smurf.”

There had been something manic in her eyes that night.  Something that reminded him suddenly that she was Pope’s twin.  “I have to go.”

Julia had stepped in front of him, blocking his way, an unpleasant grin stretching her face.  “Holy shit, he loves you - doesn’t he?  That’s why you aren’t fucking.”

Belize was years in the future, and he had shaken his head at her words.  “You’re wrong.  About everything.”

Julia shook her head.  “Nope.  See it wasn’t the drugs - Craig can be as bad as me.  It wasn’t the stealing - her baby boy - ha! - your baby boy skims the top sometimes. It was the love.  I was supposed to be like her.  They were supposed to love me, but I wasn’t supposed to love them.  I wasn’t supposed to have favorites.  Everyone was supposed to think they were the favorite.  That’s how you keep them in line.  If you can’t do that.”  She shrugged.

“You’re high.  You should sleep it off.”  He’d try to get around her, and she’d grabbed his arm - leaning into his space to whisper in his ear.

“Baby bro always got mad when he saw you with one of your boys.  Glaring like he wanted to fuck you right in front of everyone.  Maybe you’re right to not let him.  Maybe you should be careful. Codys don’t like to share.  If you let him fuck you, that’s it.  You’re his.  Never forget that.”

Julia scared him that night.

But Deran?  Deran didn’t scare him.

Even when he had J help beat him because J had caught them together and Deran was desperate to cover it up.  He wasn’t scared of Deran for that.  He was furious with him.  Then he’d had the gall to ask for the rent?  Fuck that, and he’d told him so. Deran had backed down.  Had covered the rent - must have stolen it from one of Smurf’s hidey holes.  He calmed down, but he knew things couldn’t be the same.

Belize had been a dream, but everyone has to wake up from a dream sooner or later.  He’d been caught in a haze since.  Sneaking around with him.  Weeks between seeing him.  Watching him make out with numerous girls in front of his brothers to maintain his facade.  Somehow the dreamy feeling of Belize hung on his peripherals, blinding him the moment Deran touched him.  But the beating was a wake up call.

They didn’t want the same things.  Deran would never make a life with him, and he wanted that.  So while Deran stayed away as he healed up, he’d run into Dave.  He was far from perfect. Couldn’t surf worth shit.  He was a good guy, though. He was also out.  There was a chance for a life there.  Then Deran had started coming around again.  Not for sex at first - just a check in.  To see if he’d broken their friendship when he’d broken his ribs. He’d cared for Deran too long to stay angry.

Then Deran met Dave and things went south fast.  He’d been scared before he knew it was Deran that night.  The moment he’d seen his face, though, he wasn’t afraid anymore.  Apparently having Deran break into his house in a jealous fit over him seeing another guy was a turn on. Who knew?  He’d been as angry at himself as Deran for the lapse.  He was supposed to be moving on with Dave, not falling back into things with Deran.

And the way Deran spoke pissed him off.  Reminded him of why this couldn’t work.  He wanted someone to have a life with.  Deran didn’t want that.  Was too ashamed - too scared - to try for it.  So he’d lashed out.  Dragged up the spectre of Smurf between them, where it had probably always been but never been spoken of.  He’d thought when Deran left, that would be it. That would be the end.

Then he’d gotten a call from Dave who was at the hospital.  He didn’t even need the whole story to know who was to blame, but he’d listened anyway.  He’d also hated himself a little for thinking - you barely made it two miles?  Because he knew he could go longer.  He reminded himself comparing Dave to himself, or Deran, always Deran, wasn’t fair, but it was there in his head anyway.  ‘Deran and I could have gone twice that length.’  They’d done long distance swimming for training in Belize.  He’d never forgotten, and he was sure Deran hadn’t either.  That was one part of this message - this chump isn’t good enough for you.

One mile most people could have managed with their lives on the line.  Farther than two would have been a death sentence for a lot of people. Two was stretching it, and dangerous for someone without practice.  If Dave had been a poor swimmer he could be dead and not just shaken.  He reminded himself of that. Reminded himself what the other part of the message was. This was Deran saying if Adrian didn’t get Dave out of the picture, he would.  That he could.  It was easy for him.

Still he hadn’t been afraid of Deran.  He’d been angry.  Storming to the beach to face him down with what he’d done.  Angrier with every mile because Deran had no right.  He hadn't even come after him - he’d come after Dave.  He’d known him long enough - knew all his weaknesses - he had known that would be a far more effective message to him.

He’d try to act clueless, but Adrian wasn’t buying that shit.  Furious, he’d dragged up Smurf again.  If he pushed hard enough, he could push him away, right?  Make him lash out.  Just end things once and for all.  Fucking him wasn’t more important than him insulting his family.  Because to the Codys family was everything. Apparently he’d miscalculated somewhere along the line, because instead of lashing out Deran had been smug.  “I’ll see you tonight.”

A part of him was shaken.  What the heck was this?  They’d been friends since childhood.  No matter what sexual tension had threaded that friendship through adulthood, they’d stayed friends until Belize.  Belize had felt like a romance, but since returning to California that feeling had curdled.  Stolen moments of passion.  Nothing more.  Nothing deeper.  He’d thought at the least their old friendship meant more than their fucking if he ended things.  Instead, for the first time, Deran was using his family’s power against him to make him do what he wanted. Making him jump like a puppet on a string.

Julia’s words played in his head on repeat. “Codys don’t like to share.  If you let him fuck you, that’s it.  You’re his.  Never forget that.”

And the crazy thing was, he still wasn’t afraid.  He was confused, and hurt, and angry. He didn’t understand why Deran, who was terrified of discovery, would insist on binding them together this way.  Why it was more important than their old friendship, even.  Deran could find someone else to fuck. To pay off for their silence.  Why twist their friendship, their relationship, this way?  And how could he think there would be no consequences for trying to twist him into his plaything?

Bringing up the notion he’d use Pope against him had been a knife of his own choosing. A part of him knew that he would never actually send Pope after him like he had with Dave.  That hadn’t been the point.  He hadn’t wanted him injured, he’d wanted him punished. He wanted him to… to what?  Stay with him? Be with only him? But not openly with him. How did everything get so messed up?

Deran hadn’t kissed him since Belize.  He hated him for kissing him that night.  For his desperate plea for them to be okay after he’d twisted them into such strange ugly knots.  How could they be okay in that moment? How could anything be okay?

Julia’s words were in his head again.  “You’re not family, so it’s okay if you love him. The problem is if he loves you.”

No, he wasn’t afraid of Deran.  But with Julia’s words in his head, the Codys power more evident than ever to him, and his and Deran’s relationship twisted and rotten between them, he realized he was a little afraid of himself.

Because despite all that he still loved Deran.  Even as he told him he didn't. Even as he finally found the right words to make him walk away.

Fini

If there was something that struck me about the unhealthy twists and turns Adrian and Deran's relationship took in s1, it was at no point was Adrian afraid of him. Not after he'd beaten him to hide their relationship, not after he had Pope dump his boyfriend in the ocean. Each time he confronted him, and he was angry at him. Never afraid.

I rewatched their final S1 scenes, wondering if he was afraid then, especially since he brings up the possibility of him setting Pope on him, but once again his stance isn't one of fear. Frustration, because Deran refuses to even care about what he did. Hurt that Deran would do this to them. Resentment that he was trying to force him to do what he wanted

But once again he doesn't seem afraid to me.  He's not afraid to tell Deran to his face he can order him to do whatever he wants because his family's power, but that power will never make him love him. (Which is essentially what he's saying when he says "you can't make me have feelings I don't.'')

I also think he was lying. He very much had feelings for Deran still. He wouldn't be so hurt if he didn't. I don't blame him for saying he didn't, though.  Not with Deran's actions during s1.

I didn’t need to fall into another show, but here I am.

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The Northside Serpent: Part 16

Request: Yes / No

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Sweet Pea x Keller!Reader

Word count: 2654

Warnings: I think just cursing

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Summary: You’re Kevin Keller’s little sister when you’re mom left to go to war and your dad started cheating (I’m making it so he’s been cheating since season 1) You started rebelling; dying your hair, getting a nose piercing, tattoo, and hanging out on the southside.

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I was on the back of Sweet Pea’s bike, but this time it felt foreign. The was the first time he’s talked to me in weeks, or even looked at me. We were now on the southside and coming close to Sunnyside Trailer Park. I was worried what was going to happen once we go there because Sweet Pea and I still weren’t together but they way he wrapped me in his arms…

We got to their home and the bikes came to a halt. Fangs got off his and Sweet Pea hopped off after then looked at me. I just stared at them and they just looked back at me confused.

“Quinny? You okay?” Fangs asked and I blinked but nodded.

“Um…yeah…” I said and got off Sweet’s bike.

“So that was real?” Sweet Pea asked as we walked into his place.

“Yeah, dude that was fucked.” Fangs said sitting down. Sweet Pea plopped down on the other couch and again they looked at me confused.

“Seriously are you okay?” Fangs asked and I stole a glance at Sweet Pea. Fangs noticed and nodded.

“Right…” He said and then coughed awkwardly. Sweet Pea grabbed my hand and pulled me to sit next to him.

“I thought the Black hood was dead.” He said looked back at Fangs.

“They said he was, maybe it’s some sick fuck trying to be him.” Fangs said. Everything that happened at the play just hit me. Midge was dead… Murdered… I felt tears fall down my face and I let out a whimper. Sweet Pea wrapped his arms around me again and kissed my head. If I wasn’t so upset about my friend being murdered I would have pushed him away, but I leaned into him.

“It’s okay…” He said quietly. I glanced at Fangs and he just gave me a sorrowful smile.

“I think I’m gonna head home. I’ll see you guys later.” He said and then left. Sweet Pea held me to him until I stopped crying. I pulled away and looked up at him. He wiped my face and pushed some hair behind my ear.

“You’re safe.” He said and all I could do was stare at him, those eyes I missed so much.

“Why do you care?” I asked and he looked at me confused.

“You broke up with me and wouldn’t even look at me.” I said with a sniffle.

“I don’t want you to lose your family because of me.” He said with a sigh.

“I’m not losing my family because of you, I told you it’s because of my dad’s stupid decision to cheat on my mom.” I said shaking my head and looking away from him.

“I know but I’m still part of the problem, besides they’re right. You do deserve better. You deserve someone that can give you the world…” He said and I looked at him confused.

“What are you talking about? I don’t want the world, I want you.” I said grabbing his hand and he looked up at me.

“People talk Y/N. And they’re right, you’re a Northsider that could never have the life I’m sure you want with someone like me…” He said and I could see tears glossing over his eyes.

“Sweet Pea…” I said and placed my hand on his face.

“I love you. I don’t give a shit what anyone else says, I want you. I will always want you. I was proud to be with you, you are the most wonderful, badass guy in the world. You are the one and only guy in the world that I could ever want.” I said and he looked at me but couldn’t hide the smile that was on his face.

“I love you.” He said and I leaned up, placing my lips on his. He pushed me down on the couch. He deepened the kiss but I pulled back.

“I-I can’t…” I said thinking about Midge…

“Right… I’m sorry.” He said pulling back and sitting down again. I said and shook my head.

“No, it wasn’t you. Midge is dead…” I said as my eyes started watering again.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He said pulling me to him again.

“I’m also sorry for hurting you the way I did…” He said and I looked up at him.

“I’ll make it up to you.” He said and I just pecked his lips.

“Can we just go back to the way things were? Pretend we never broke up?” I asked and he nodded with a small chuckle.

“Of course babe.” He said kissing my head.

“Can I stay here tonight?” I asked and he nodded.

“Anytime.” He said then picked me up taking me to his room. He dropped me on the bed and went to look in his closet. He pulled out one of his shirts and tossed it at me. I got undressed and put it on and he smiled at me.

“I wish I could see that more often.” He said wrapping his arms around my waist and kissed my neck.

“Maybe one day.” I said with a small smile. I yawned and he kissed my cheek.

“Let’s go to sleep.” He said and I nodded. We crawled into bed and fell asleep in almost no time.

The next few days were hard on Riverdale. Everyone was dealing with Midge’s death, some better than others. My father had interrogated everyone that was part of the play, including me and my brother. It was finally time for the funeral and I was to dress in a black Vixens uniform and stand behind Cheryl as she sang for Midge.

“When you walk through a storm hold your head up high and don’t be afraid of the dark at the end of the storm there’s a golden sky and the sweet silver song of a lark… You’ll never walk alone...” Cheryl sang and we all raised our black pom-poms.

“I also feel it is my duty to say that, like the Furies of Ancient Greece, who ceaselessly pursue blood atonement when a crime’s been committed, the Vixens and I vow that we will not rest until those responsible for the murder or our sister is rightly punished.” She said and looked at my father… After that we all went back to be with everyone else. I was standing next to Sweet Pea and he pulled me into him. We listened to other people speak, then it was over. Sweet Pea, Fangs, Toni, and I were walking to leave when we saw my dad walking up to Cheryl and Mrs. Klump.

“Mrs. Klump? I just want you to know that the Sheriff’s department is working around the clock-” He was cut off by Mrs. Klump smacking him.

“Oh my god…” I said looked at them in shock.

“You’re supposed to be protecting our children! And you should be ashamed of yourself!” Mrs. Klump said and walked off.

“Your days of failing this town over and over again are numbered...Sheriff” Cheryl said and stared at them in shock.

“Great girlfriend you got there Topaz.” Fangs said and Toni smacked him.

“As much as I’m mad at my dad, he’s doing his best…” I said and Sweet Pea wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

“I’m sure everything will be find…” Sweets said and I sighed.

“Come on, let’s go to the Wyrm and try to forget about everything.” Toni said and we all nodded. The four of us went to the Wyrm, the boy were playing pool and Toni and I were at the bar.

“As much as I love Cheryl, my dad really is trying his best. He doesn’t want a killer loose, he’s worried that me or Kevin will be next…” I said with a sigh.

“Hey, I’ll admit you’re dad isn’t my favorite person in the world, but Cheryl may be going a little crazy…” She said placing a hand on my shoulder.

“And Sweet Pea would never let anything happen to you.” She said with a smile and looked over at the boys.

“None of us would.” She added and I smiled. Sweets and Fangs looked over at us then smiled.

“I’m glad you two are back together, He was a wreck without you.” Toni said with a smirk.

“Really?” I asked looking back at her.

“Yeah, the amount of time Fangs, Jughead, and I would annoying him just apologize to you was insane.” She said and I smiled.

We spent a few hours at the Wyrm until I needed to go home. Sweet Pea drove me home and my brother was standing outside. He gave me a disappointed look and shook his head. I sighed and he went back inside. I turned around and Sweet Pea looked at me sadly.

“Maybe I shouldn’t give you rides home anymore…” He said but I shook my head.

“No, Sweet Pea, I love you and nothing my family say or do will make me change the way I feel about you.” I said and he smiled at me.

“I don’t want to-”

“You won’t.” I said cutting him off. He sighed and I placed my lips on his.

“Goodnight, I’ll see you at school tomorrow?” I said and he nodded.

“Goodnight babe.” He said and gave me peck. He drove off and I went inside to see Kevin waiting for me.

“You’re back together?” He asked me.

“Yes Kevin, I told you I love him.” I said rolling my eyes.

“I know but-”

“But nothing! I’m happy with him, can’t that be enough for you and dad!?” I shouted. Kevin stared at me shocked and I just went up to my room.

The next day we had school, it was very weird to be here after what happened but everyone seemed to be adjusting. I was at cheer practice with Cheryl when my brother stormed in.

“Cheryl, what the hell are you doing?” He asked and Cheryl got up.

“Kevin. No doubt you’ve read my think-piece in ‘The Register’.” She said and I stood up looking at the two confused.

“Yeah, I did, and I demand a retraction! You’re smearing my father!” He shouted.

“Wait what?” I asked and Kevin handed me the paper. I skimmed over it and looked at Cheryl shocked.

“What the hell Cheryl? Our dad is doing his best!” I asked annoyed and she scoffed.

“Your father’s been incompetent since the beginning of time. And now that more bodies are dropping, he needs to step down. Lady Justice will be served, my Vixens and I will see to it.” She said and I scoffed.

“Then I don’t want to be a Vixen anymore!” I said shoving the paper into her chest.

“Y/N/N, you’re mad at your dad, you should agree with me!” She said and I rolled my eyes.

“I may be pissed at him but no way in hell will I be apart of your little revenge schema!” I said and grabbed my brothers arm. I pulled him out of the gym and he stopped me when we were in the hall.

“What?” I asked and he just smiled.

“At least we know you don’t hate dad.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“I don’t hate him, I’m just pissed he’s ruining our family.” I said and Kevin pulled me into a hug but I pushed him away.

“Don’t even. Not until you and dad can get over your whole hating the Southside shit.” I said and he sighed. I looked behind my brother and saw Sweet Pea walking with Fangs and Toni.

“I’ll see you at home later.” I said and then walked over to them.

“Hey babe, I thought you had practice?” Sweet Pea asked.

“I’m not a Vixen anymore.” I said shrugging. The three of them stared at me with wide eyes.

“What? You love being a Vixen!” Toni said shocked.

“Cheryl attacked my dad in the paper and I told her I wasn’t gonna be part of her revenge schema.” I said and Toni looked at me.

“I’ll talk to her.” She said then walked off.

“Well, since you’re not in practice anymore…” Fangs said and I looked at him.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Wanna hang out with us? We were gonna go to Pea’s place and watch some movies.” He said and I nodded.

“Sounds great!” I smiled.

“Yeah, as long as you don’t mind being the third wheel.” Sweets said to Fangs.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll be the third wheel.” Fangs said and picked me up. He tossed me over his shoulder and started running out of the school.

“Hey!” Sweet Pea shouted and ran after us. I giggled and Fangs put me on the back of his bike.

“See you there!” He called and drove off while we were laughing. We got there and Sweet Pea wasn’t too long after. He ran up to us and grabbed me.

“Don’t you even try to steal my girl! We both know there’s no competition.” He said carrying me inside. Fangs and I couldn’t stop laughing. Sweet Pea sat me on my lap and held me close.

“You know I love you baby.” I said and kissed his nose. He grumbled but couldn’t help but smile. The three of us watch some movies and had a little bit of a popcorn fight. I was having a great time until my brother called me.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Come outside, we need to get home.” He said and I looked out Sweet Pea’s window confused. Kevin was outside in the car waiting for me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Y/N it’s late, let’s just go home.” He said and I sighed.

“Fine.” I said and hung up. I got up and the two boys looked at me confused.

“Sorry boys, I gotta go home.” I said grabbing my bag.

“Awww come on.” They both said.

“Sorry, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” I said and gave Sweet Pea a kiss. Fangs cleared his throat and I looked at him confused. He pouted and I shook my head. I walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“What did I tell you! She’s so into me more than you!” Fangs said and I giggled.

“Oh shut it!” Sweets said and he opened the door for me. I laughed and gave him another kiss.

“I love you.” I said and he smirked at Fangs.

“Ii love you too babe.” He said and then I left with Kevin. When we got home the lights were out and we looked at each other confused.

“Dad?” Kevin called and checked his office. He grabbed my hand and pulled me in with him. Our dad was sitting in the dark drinking.

“Are you okay?” I asked and he shook his head.

“Deputy Mayor has demanded that I step down as Sheriff. Turn in my badge. If Fred Anders get elected Mayor, then I live to fight another day. And if Hermione Lodge wins, well, then, I’m out on my ass.” He said taking another drink.

“We’ll campaign for Mr. Andrews 24/7. But you can’t desert your post in the middle of a crisis.” Kevin said.

“Kids, if I resign, they’ll likely bring in somebody from the outside. Someone who could hopefully catch the Black Hood.” He said and I walked over and kneeled down.

“You can catch the Black Hood. You’re good at your job, don’t listen to anything Cheryl says!” I said and he shook his head.

“I can’t catch him…” He said with a sigh and then looked at Kevin.

“Take you sister to her room.” My dad said and my brother sighed. He came over and told me follow him. He took me to my room and sat me down.

“What’s gonna happen?” I asked worried.

“We’ll be okay, don’t worry.” He said and hugged me.

“We’re be okay…” He repeated.

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[jackblankhsh]

Why I Quit -- Santa’s Elf

"In my Mom's rendition, Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer eventually goes on a rampage, beating elves to death with his hooves, and disemboweling reindeer with his antlers. As for Santa, well, lemme just say ho-ho-holy shit.  Thing is I can't help thinking she taught me the right & wrong lesson with her variation.  

 "Allow me to elaborate.

 "Nothing motivates a person to grasp at any job like a looming eviction that'll cast one out into Chicago winter.  It is a wicked season.  Polar bears stalk the streets.  Great glacial mounds dot the city wherever the homeless, huddled together for warmth, have frozen into human icebergs.  And always there those driven mad by cabin fever who turn into winter banshees, their screams echoing down the icy streets.  

 "Call me a coward, but I've lived here long enough to know better than risk Winter on the streets. So, following the word of a grape vine bird, I went to the Brick House Diner.  There I found Chari chowing down on a burrito.  

 "Chari is a queen in the skin grift game commonly known as stripping, though she prefers the term gash flasher.  Folks often misperceive Chari, given that she spells 'Cherry' C-H-A-R-I; however, she's certainly innovative.  Consider how she alters her act for holidays.  Around Easter she dances as Bunny, near the Fourth of July she's Booty Ross, and close to Giftmas she's Mary Christmas -- 'merry' spelled M-A-R-Y.

 "We met at a bachelor party.  When the groom asked if Chari might be inclined to acts other than sexy dancing she rewarded those hooker implications by performing an act of surra de bunda so severe it broke his nose and gave him a concussion.  Always respect a woman who can use her butt as a wrecking ball.

 "After the usual chit-chat kindling we fired up the real conversation.  

 'I heard you know about a job.'

 "She nodded, 'You know I pick up all kindsa stuff.  Guys think they're impressing me, or some shit.  Can't complain though.  My stock portfolio is crazy good.'

 "Fishing in her purse she produced a pamphlet.  Passing it across she said, 'I think the guy who gave me this was thinking like save the stripper, or whatever.'

 "I chuckled, 'The ol' respectable job angle.'

 "She smirked, 'Like I'll be so grateful I'ma just have to suck his dick.'

 "I said, 'Well, as a man, I can say we're raised with the grateful BJ delusion.'

 "She rolled her eyes, 'Oh please, you believe it because you want it to be true.  Ain't no different than Jesus saves.'

 "Glancing over the pamphlet I said, 'Speaking of grateful oral...'

 "She said, 'Don't be getting ideas.  This is me paying you back.  That bachelor party was gonna kill me.  Besides.' She smirked, 'I think you'll be an adorable elf.'

 "The next day I found myself in the beige office of a mall manager in Niles.  After introducing myself we stared at each other in silence for well over a minute.  I think he kept expecting to pull off my face, revealing Chari beneath a mask, and his pornographic fantasies of gratitude would come to life.

 "Finally, playing off that note, I said, 'So about this job, Chari said I'd be a good fit.'

 "He nodded, 'It's not hard.  Tricky part is whether you like kids.  You like kids?'

 "A few years back I attended a family gathering.  The three year old crotch fruit I'm supposed to call my nephew got to its feet.  The whole family cheering it on my brother's rat child started baby-staggering towards me. Arms spread wide it giggled. Leaping off the couch I shouted, 'Not today Satan!' and punted it across the room.  (I may've been drinking.)  

 "As such, I informed the manager, 'I know how to handle kids.'

 'Okay.  Let's get your costume.'

 "I shuddered. Though aware of this aspect of the job I didn't look forward to it.  I've often had vivid nightmares about a sweaty Walt Disney furiously masturbating to forlorn actors sadly donning the mouse costume.  

 "The manager said, 'Follow me.'  

 "He led the way through a network of halls behind the shops taking us to a locker room. While he searched for a box containing my costume I waved to a maintenance worker in overalls.  

 "The maintenance guy said, 'What they rope you into doin'?'

 'Elf.'

 "He grimaced, 'You let me know when you wanna die.  I'll kill ya.  Did it for the last guy.  Least I can do, ya poor bastard.'  

 "Right away, I liked him.  

 "The manager returned carrying a battered cardboard box.  Handing it over he said, 'Put this on then go to the middle of the mall.  Santa's there.  You can't miss it.'

 "Opening the box I sighed heavily.  Inside I found red tights, a green short sleeved shirt, and a red and white striped long sleeve shirt as well as a pointy green cap, and a set of fake points for my ears.  Everything smelled like diseased feet, and the points felt like uncooked chicken. Yet, I soon found myself transformed into an elf.  

 "Walking the mall is like roaming the belly of a beached whale.  The labored breathes of certain patrons even helps conjure a vivid image of the leviathan struggling to breath as its own weight crushes it out of existence.  Meanwhile, despite everything in a state of slow decay, creeping towards death, delusions of survival abound like the leather store believing yalmukes will save the dying retailer, or the lingerie shop's unsettling new line of preteen thongs. Like dynamiting a beached whale it would be merciful to burn this place down.

 "I spotted the ersatz Santa village long before I reached it.  It appeared to be constructed on a budget of zero fucks, and discarded pizza boxes.  Buildings, particularly Santa's workshop, stood so crooked they must've been constructed by a German expressionist.  In front of it all sat Santa, enthroned on a thrift store recliner spray painted gold.

 "Next to him stood a perky albino asparagus who introduced himself as, 'Todd.'

 "Santa introduced himself as Santa.

 "I said, 'I see we're going method.'

 Todd beamed, 'If it makes the kiddies happy that's cool.'  If he smiled any wider his head would've come out his mouth.  

 Slapping a nicotine patch on Santa said, 'Lez do dis.'

 "And so it began... a job that made me want to smoke heroin out of a shotgun, get a nice double barrel overdose going.

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 "Later, unprompted, Santa said, 'Been doin' this job fer-fuckin'-ever.  Started when my bitch wife took off with the kids, and I was missing children, which is something never thought I'd say.  So I was like, "Mall Santa!"'

 'Why'd she leave?' I asked.  

 "He shrugged, 'I's fucking our neighbor, and that asshole got it in his head I wanted him to kill her.  So there was this whole misunderstanding.  Oh, hold up.'

 "Todd lifted an approaching child into Santa's lap.  The kid stared in wide eyed wonder.    

 "'Hello little boy!' Santa said, 'What do you want for Christmas?'

 'I wanna thister.'

 'Then send us your mom,' I said.

 "Santa choked down a laugh.  He told the kid he'd see what he could do, but if there was anything else, say a toy of some kind... but the boy insisted on a sister.  

 "Todd snapped the kid's photo with a digital camera.  Then I helped the boy down.  Delivering him back to his parents I asked if they wanted to buy the photo.  Like most they declined having already snapped pics with smart phones like the cheap bastards they are.  The same way they used Santa as a scapegoat, blaming him when they couldn't afford gifts for their kids.

 "So it went, eight hours a day for the next twelve days.  

 "Occasionally packs of mallrats tried to storm Santa's village.  This usually involved Goth kids screaming about Krampus.  We kept giant fake candy canes at the ready, and though bludgeoning teenagers is always a perk, it made the job feel worse afterward.  Those battles sent me to such dizzying heights the drop back to reality felt like orbital skydiving -- too much time to fully consider the fall.  

 "Todd, on the other hand, possessed a mystifying ability to always smile.  After one fight he said, 'That young fella had some skills. Good for him.'

 I said, 'Maybe next time he'll kill you.'

 'Then he'll be a winner!' Todd said.  Watching him bandage himself with wrapping paper and gauze, I considered stealing a pinch; suspecting I could get a cheery high sucking on Todd's bloody gauze.  

 "But most days belonged to managing the slow procession of beaming children accompanied by bored adults lobotomized by parenthood.  

 "In the locker room one night a gruff voice asked, 'You wanna die?'

 "Startled I leapt forward bouncing hard off my locker.  Spinning around I found the maintenance guy standing directly behind me.

 "I said, 'Not yet. Things are okay... I guess.'

 "He nodded, 'When you're ready, say the word.  You won't even know I'm coming.  Just.' He snapped his fingers, 'Lights outs.'

 'I don't doubt it,' I replied, 'Hey, I'm just here until I've got enough to buy a gun.  Then I can rob a bank like someone who still has their dignity.'

 'Like Todd,' he said.

 "Todd having dignity proved hard for me to swallow.  For instance, his frog eyed crotch stared down kids all day, and despite even the most direct statements he never did a thing about his huge man-el toe. Yet, it does take a stalwart individual to be so... Todd.  Like physics, and voluntary celibacy, optimists have never made sense to me.  Despite whatever obvious negativity I sent his way Todd remained a prince of the bright side.  Some days my only motivation for work orbited some contrived scheme to break Todd's smile, yet I slowly began enjoying his immutable nature -- the seemingly eternal persistence of his mood.  

 "The maintenance guy's words echoing in mind, I started seeing Todd in a new light. Instead of a silver lining seeking lunatic I started seeing a young man impervious to the world's woes.  Of course, I harbored doubts.  Perhaps in private he metamorphosed into a snarling bitter dick, a speculation I held on to until one fateful day.

 "Close to the end of work we let our guard down.  We each wanted to go home for our own reasons.  Santa had been peed on four times; it being payday meant I was anxious to get my drink on; and Todd wanted to hurry home to make a gingerbread house for his grandma.  We didn't notice the circling, growing Krampus kult clad in black... until it was too late.  

 "A wiry teen jumped atop the phone case kiosk.  

 "Holding high an ornate, impractical dagger he bellowed, 'Death to the red lie!'

 "And then the stygian tsunami came from all directions.  Surrounded, we didn't stand a chance.  Still, we fought the good fight.  At one point I frantically threw children at the legion of incoming Goths, bowling them over.  Santa put on a pair of reindeer antlers, and charged into the swarm head first. Anytime I saw a piercing I grabbed it, and pulled hard as I could.  

 "About to be overwhelmed I shouted, 'Robert Smith is dead.'  As the swarm paused to check their phones I used that as our chance to flee.

 "Grabbing Santa I said, 'We gotta go!'

 'Ho-ho-hold up,' he stammered, 'Where's Todd?'

 "I saw him lying face down.  Shoving Santa to kick start his exodus, I hurried over.  Scooping up Todd I fireman carried him back to the locker room where I dropped him unceremoniously on the ground.

 "Gasping, I declared for the millionth time in my life, 'I gotta quit smoking.'

 "Then I noticed a pool of blood spreading from Todd.  Rolling him over revealed a set of pentagram themed shuriken stuck in his back. It didn't look good.  Also, it's entirely possible when I dropped him I may have inadvertently driven them deeper into Todd.

 "Kneeling beside him I lied, 'You're going to be okay.'

 "Todd said, 'As long as the kids are happy.'

 "Then he died. Smiling.  Later I watched the maintenance guy mop up his blood, erasing what was left of Todd, save for a vague stain on the locker room floor.  The next day I arrived to find a doughy guy in the locker room struggling into the elf costume.  It'd been washed, but there were still holes in the back.  

 "Wrestling with the tights the guy said, 'This fuckin' shit better be worth it.'

 "Seeing that sourness, I told the new guy, 'When you the manager come around, tell him I quit.'

 "Chicago winter isn't the worst thing in the world... like Rudolph, Todd was born with a gift people didn't appreciate until they needed it.  To see him replaced so easily, well, frankly your honor, that's why I burned down the mall."

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[sambart93]

2018.03.19 Dance with Devils The Musical: Fermata [Part One Review!]

I have two tickets to see this play (I gotta see both endings, duh!)  and I’m seeing it for the second time on Wednesday but seriously you guys...this is definitely making my top 5 stages/musicals for the year! I HAVE to get this review/report out ASAP! And once I’ve seen it a second time, I’ll make a Part Two post which will be more coherent and more detailed perhaps? Or just has extra notes.. we’ll see. 

MAIN POINT 

THIS WAS AMAZING AND I NEED TO GET THAT OUT ASAP! 

I’m watching Patarillo today (Tuesday) between the two DWD shows but in all honesty, now I don’t give a shit about Patarillo! I just wanna watch DWD again!! Hurry up Wednesday!!!

Official Website here Official Twitter here Press Coverage 1, 2, 3, 4

CAST and CHARACTERS

Kaminaga Kousuke as Remu Takano Akira as Lindo Yamazaki Shougo as Urie Yoshioka Yu as Mage Yasukawa Junpei as Shiki Tanaka Ryuusei as Jek Naitou Daiki as Loewen Washio Noboru as Viv Kimata Hiroyuki as Grand Fukui Daisuke as Ell Kobayashi Tatsuyuki as Shida Fukushima Kaita as Kazura Kitagawa Naoya as Marius Kimotsuki Rui as Ritsuka Dancer: Imai Ryo, Tsuji Daiki, Kimura Atsuki, Osaka Sora, Ozeki Kousuke

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I had a front FUCKING row for this tonight! I had THE center seat for this! IT WAS AmAZiNG! Pretty much the best 8800 yen I’ve every spent! Excluding that one front row seat in Ki ni Mesu Mama where Tomo held my hand.

*NON-SPOILER WILL BE POSTED AFTER SECOND VIEWING but guaranteed it’s atleast a 9/10 rating.

Jumping straight into spoilers!

STORY

So the story is still the bare basics, the devils coming to the human world to find Ritsuka and the Grimore and the vampires stealing Ritsuka BUT we have Marius who watches over and narrates this story (in fact he even says the 'who will you choose? Akuma or Exocist?' which is what used to just be written on the walls via projection mapping) and hints that history and this story will forever repeat itself and he has some connection with Loewen and Jek ad is able to visually manipulate Shiki which causes the story to change somewhat; Shiki ends up taking Jek's side which ends in Shiki and Mage fighting, Shiki is also manipulated into seeing his old angel friend who he brutally killed and murdered years ago and is the reason why he's so in love with breaking things. << As you can tell, we get a LOT more Shiki this time, so much Shiki story, scenes and development this time around. Also instead of Holland we have Urie's butlers so we get more of Urie's backstory and personality, which leads to Urie being more forward to Remu about liking Ritsuka and this causes a MASSIVE fight between them RIGHT at the end of the story -- it broke my heart! 

The ending I watched for my first show was the Remu ending.

That's pretty much all the major changes, so let's get down to the structure changes.

We actually spend a LONG time doing scenes before we get to the main opening theme song! We have Urie's butlers having daydream scenes of Urie and his relationship with Remu -- they do it via an over-the-top ridiculous comedy skit. And then we have Remu and Urie talking about Remu going to the human world by himself but Urie persuades Remu to let him go too; Mage and Shiki over hear and force their way into joining too. THEN we finally get to the opening theme song.

The story between Ritsuka starting school and Ritsuka being kidnapped is essentially the same 100%; we get their solo songs, we get them trying to talk to her in the school council, we get Remu saving her when her house is burnt down, we get Lindo returning from London and the students trying to figure out who he is etc. BUT we have extra scenes of Shiki and Ritsuka in this when she sees him painting and he goes to destroy it and she tries to stop him and they have a moment. Also Jek's song this time is a crowd pleaser that you're allowed to clap along to and squeal to. AND the freaking students have a song this time around that we can clap along to and is so much fun!

As previously mentioned we also get Shiki's backstory of when he was in heaven and he had a fellow angel friend called Ell but Shiki was drawn towards destroying stuff, so much so that eventually he turned on his friend and murders him and that's why he got kicked out of heaven.

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OKAY now to me randomly flailing about everything! It's going to be VERY all over the place but as long as you know the basic story, I think you'll understand what I'm talking about:

During the scene when the students are talking about Lindo 'the new transfer student', the students reminisce about when they gave presents to Remu and it turns into a comedy skit where: The students drew the worst picture of Remu but it was during a comedy skit so Remu was fake happy about it and we had Mage behind him like 'it looks exactly like you!' and Remu replied 'STFU!' xD The drawing of Remu!!! Then Shiki came in and took the drawing and ripped it oh so slowly.

When the boys first meet Ritsuka, this time Urie was REALLY feeling up Ritsuka!! He held her and then rubbed his hand up her thigh really strongly and slowly and I was like 'OH MY!' 

When it's just Ritsuka and Shiki, and Shiki holds her close and goes pretty vampy on her with his mouth SO SO close to her neck. I love how after this scene, she goes to her brother but still has Shiki's paint brush in her hand. OHHHHH AND HOW FUCKING MUCH SHE TRIES TO PROTECT SHIKI MULTIPLE TIMES FROM EVERYONE ELSE (cos they're trying to beat him up and hurt him) AT ONE POINT!!! OMG IT WAS TOO PRECIOUS!!!

Also the scene with Shiki and the students and the knife! The students didn't know what to do with him so they tried to hold it but got scared so tried to put it in their pants but got spooked again, their reactions were amazing! Serious kudos to the students this time around! They were absolutely FABULOUS!

In fact in general, ALL the reactions and little movements we get from the rest of the characters when they're in the background and/or aren't the main focus of the scene at that point were all amazing! We got such good moments; like the students (above) and we had things like Mage and Shiki holding hands at one point, and we had Shiki smiling so evilly when things weren't going well for Remu, 

AND!! Marius in general - he's never really the center stage, he's always in his little bubble up on the top left so he is constantly giving the best and most interesting reactions and Naoya does this thing of evilly licking his lips multiple times and I enjoyed it a BIT too much xD But, Naoya is ridiculously thin. You could see all the muscles in his legs and arms (like even the muscles between his wrist and elbow) and his elbows have like THREE points because he's just so thin. I swear he's currently medically anorexic which hurts my heart! I hope he puts weight on soon.

And just... ALL the little things were amazing.

I feel like this time around is SO MUCH DARKER. Especialy towards the end when we have Shiki and Jek pairing up, we also have Shiki almost killing Ritsuka at one point, we also have (I think it was in the anime though) Jek slitting Ritsuka's wrists, we have Shiki and Ell fighting, Shiki and Mage, Remu and Urie fighting. Especially the DAMN ending where it looks like Ritsuka and Remu are about to walk off and Urie is like 'fight me here RIGHT now. I'm not letting you have Ritsuka' and they beat the crap out of each other... goddammit. 

Which also leads to my next point; I CRIED LIKE A BITCH! Seeing Shiki and Mage and then the twist with Remu and Urie, I was in STREAMS of tears! I was an absolute wreck! I also burst out into tears when they did the slow version of the theme song ♡ It's so good!

Personally I feel that ALL the crap they added and change and stuff was just PERFECTION!

Ohh! We also had new songs from Lindo, Jek, the Students and I think one more. I liked all the new songs! And I really liked Lindo's new song and he dances with Ritsuka in it which is so cute! Also he sang this song during the live but it was with Loewen and seeing them do the dance together was ADORABLE! During Lindo and Loewen's duet and Loewen was all curled up and barking and it was adorable! AND during the students' song Lindo was so bullied by them because they didn't know it was him and he tried to join in with their dancing and stuff and they just pushed him out xD

OOHHH BUT I HAVE TO TELL YOU!!!!!! YOSHIOKA AND JP ACCIDENTALLY KISSED AT ONE POINT!!! AND YOSHIOKA COULDN'T GET BACK INTO CHARACTER COS HE WAS SHOCKED AND THE AUDIENCE WERE SQUEALING. JP managed to keep his cool and Yoshioka was taken completely off balance xD It happened just after Mage's solo and Shiki walks in after Ritsuka has run away from Mage.

The new Urie is so damn PRETTY!! He’s the best singer for Urie they’ve had I think. And he reminded me of Ino Hiroki a tad. While I am still Kamisato bias for Urie, this guy did a damn good job and I wouldn't mind him staying as Urie from now on. 

They kept Ritsuka as a male ballet dancer and he did a really good job! He was cute too (not Miura Hiroki cute but cute enough) He was a bit taller than what we've had before - so I kinda giggled when the rest of the boys got close to 'her' because I think she was taller than most of them xD And because he's over 20 (the dancer) this time, it explained why Urie, Shiki and such got a lot more touchy feely with Ritsuka this time around. I feel like they also they weren't as bothered this time about hiding Ritsuka's face because (I assume) they know the audience likes that it's a guy playing Ritsuka and we all want to know what he looks like and such. BUT it could just be because I was right at the front so the lighting and stuff didn't hide any of her face from me? We'll see.

It was either Remu and Urie or Mage and Shiki but either Urie/Shiki smiled and starred at the other for a long time and I was getting just such BL feels.... It was Shiki and Mage! I remembered now! Shiki was just starring down Mage and I was getting a little...hot.

I am so thankful that the production and director listened to us fans this time and gave us so much more Shiki ♡ it was the best!

Also it did not feel like 2 and a half hours which proves it was a damn good play! If something is so enjoyable that you don't feel it, you know they did good.

I feel like Kaminaga is SUCH an UNDERATED actor and I too always underrated him; like I LOVE whatever the hell I see him in but the rest of the time, I just forget about him! But he's such a good Remu!!!!!!!! He's so great!!!! He needs more love!!!

The girls behind me were like ‘woah this is our fifth time! But we haven’t been THIS close (second row) yet! Now I’m super nervous’ xD

ANNND! Can we discuss AKIRA’S THIGHS?!?!?! Can we just?! Because they are SO NICE! They fit his jeans so TIGHTLY! They looked great!!!

Seriously, the ending fucked me up when Urie started turning on Remu!!! Holy crap! And it sounded like the actor really smacked his leg on the floor so I think his hobbling was real for a good few minutes.

OMG and just before Jek's solo, Ryuusei came trampsing on stage like 'Today's magic word it Maji Manji!' and then he went on talking about something like being a high school girl xD I wouldn't put it past him.

I LOVE how Urie's butler Viv and his guard Grand dressed up in school uniforms and had these cute buns and hairstyles for their cover.

During the live Urie gave his rose to Mage and he was like 'what do I want this for?!' and then Shiki ran after him and was like 'give it to me!' but Mage refused and offered to a girl in the front row instead xD Seriously, JP and Yoshioka are such good friends and it just SHINES through whenever I watch DWD. 

There's a moment where Urie is constantly whipping and Mage is constantly punching Shiki.... Urie with a whip is not good o_O but really it is xD

I really really liked the new set! Center back we had this steampunk like bell and we had cogs around the rest of the stage and in the center we had an arrangement of steps around in a circle and the circle platform would spin around. I really liked it!

OHHH! Remu's Sauron eye of a father made several appearances. AND I spend the first few minutes of the stage laughing at Remu because I remembered just HOW MUCH I hate his shoes.

Also after the fight scene, I could hear Urie's actor ripping the velcro straps off his costume the MOMENT he stepped off stage xD It was pretty loud actually, especially because it was a non-music quiet scene on stage.

ALSO I swear to god one of the music tracks is very similar to LoTR music! I heard it and I was like 'where are my elves at?!' it sounds so familiar! 

In general, all the DWD music is great! I don't think I have a song or soundtrack number I don't like...

Final note: I will fight ANYONE who’s all for Ritsuka/Lindo instead of Ritsuka/Remu!!! << But watched me watch the other ending on Wednesday and I fall for Lindo/Ritsuka xD

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OH! After the show, there were kankeishas in front of me when I was walking out;

Guy: so this is a series? What number are we at? Girl: this was the second one

It took ALL my energy not to butt in and correct her. It is the THIRD one ACTUALLY!

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GOODS

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And I’m done! Now to go and see Patarillo now... but I just want tomorrow already!

#yasukawa junpei #kaminaga kousuke #yamazaki shougo #kitagawa naoya #takano akira #yoshioka yu #naito daiki #tanaka ryuusei #Fukushima Kaita #review #stage #2.5d #舞台 #dwd #dance with devils #dandevi #ダンデビ

[ohshanksno]

The Elves of Santa's Workshop~

Luffy: Designated Gift Wrapper. He leaves EVERY single hour on the dot just so he can go to Mrs. Claus and her Secondary Chef, Sanji, and demand cookies. He gets some shit done but it ain't a lot. Steals nutcrackers for unknown reasons. He steals toy cars just so he can break them. Once upon a time he got three reindeer lost, INCLUDING Chopper? Santa was devastated, but Luffy is so innocent? How can you stay mad at that face? He does things that makes you question your sanity.

Sabo: Was once Painter, but now Fixer Upper. That one elf that ALWAYS gets into something but no one ever suspects him. He’s too good for his own good. He broke Santa's Sleigh one December because he spilled hot cocoa on the dashboard. In the middle of July, he broke the cooling unit because he pulled a wire wrong, and half the North Pole went out. Some ice caps melted because of him, and Chopper was out for a week because of the heat. Koala is his partner in crime, and no one can prove it. Gets work done in a timely manner but he's not an artist at painting things like Ace. He's an artist at PAINING hahahha get it

Ace: Works really hard! Best elf there is! HATES Santa with all his heart. Tried to stab him with a sharpened candy cane and got tossed out the window instead. Designated Head Reindeer Caretaker with Zoro and Law. The reindeer like him best for odd reasons and they keep following him around, even into the shop when he needs to get some tools. It creeps him out how they follow him, silent and quick like thieves. Asked Chopper one day why do they keep following him, and Chopper told him: ‘you smell nice, and you’re the warmest body we got.’ He’s afraid to step outside by himself now to do his work. 

Koala: Santa’s List Helper. Gets caught up in Sabo's shit sometimes and honestly, she got caught up in his tornado so many times she just goes along with it. Literally watched Sabo accidentally burn the Naughty List one year and all she did was shrug. Not very surprised, anymore. Helps Santa with his lists because she has a good memory and very nice handwriting skills. Santa likes her happy-go-lucky personality. She doesn’t wear dresses to work, but instead wears work jumpers unless it’s a holiday party. THEN she’ll bring out her dresses.

Zoro: Can't find his way to the shop, much less the Reindeer Stacks. He ends up in the middle of the North Pole at least once a week, and Santa has to keep sending Chopper out there. Now, he has Chopper with him at all times. Good worker. Reindeer Caretaker and Toy Detailer. Falls asleep when he finishes 10 toys, so not a lot gets done in there. But he does get a lot done in the Stacks with Chopper’s help. Always fights with Sanji, but at the end of the day, all three of them go home together. Very lovely sight that has Santa crying sometimes.

Usopp: Good boy. GREAT boy. The perfect boy that Santa could ask for. The designated Head Painter AND Detailer because he’s just THAT good. People really think he's Pinnochio because of how he dresses, and he just goes along with it. He's got three little boys that follow him around, and they're mini Usopp 1, 2, and 3. No one knows who they are or where they came from, but they get a lot done by helping him paint. He's seen some things on that conveyor belt that should not be spoken of.

Nami: CONSTANTLY steals rich girl toys. She’s the Head Detailer. Stole a drone at one point. She does everything for a price, Santa, and labor is not very easy. Santa gotta keep paying her those Belis if he wants her to work. Good worker, but the prices she demands?? Santa's in the negatives by the end of the day. Dressed in a short dress one day because it was the only outfit left for her, and no work was done because of her. She beat up some kids here and there. Left the shop with loads of money. Half of it was stolen. Good Detailer and Wrapper, best one there is, but is it worth the money? Yes. Has a sister, but no one knows who she is. She works in there, but where? Who knows?

Sanji: The designated Second Cook of the shops. His lady, Pudding, is the First Cook. Helps Mrs. Claus with cooking for the elves, and she enjoys his company. He’s a bit of a talker, so he enjoys telling made up stories to her to pass the time. Compliments her quite often and any other lady in the shop. Once complimented Sabo for his hair, but he didn’t realize that was a guy, Luffy’s BROTHER on top of that. He wasn’t right for two weeks after that mistake. Zoro makes fun of him for it every time. Argues with Zoro like an old married couple, but means no harm. HATES Luffy coming in every 10 minutes for his sugar cookies.

Chopper: The Rudolph in this situation. Has a bright blue nose. Has 7 reindeer that follows his lead. He’s seen some unbelievable things, mostly from Sabo wrecking stuff by accident or Zoro getting lost or Luffy getting stuck in wrapping paper. He enjoys sweets, so Robin and Mrs. Claus give him leftover cookies when they have some, or just give him some berries in return. His favorite is the soft, fluffy candies that Sanji makes. He’s a good kid, and he enjoy head pats. Luffy does too, so normally they’re seen together being pat softly by Santa.

Robin: Good elf that gets her work done, but suspiciously. Got 203 toys done in an hour and the average is 120. She smiles like a serial killer, and Sanji complimented her once on it. He ended up with a dislocated arm when she was done. The next day, she apologized for it. In a relationship with Franky, the Head Supervisor of the shops, and she’s also the Secretary. Also a Fixer Upper and Detailer. She does a LOT for Santa, and Santa is grateful for her hard work. Pets Chopper and Luffy also, and gives them candy when Sanji doesn’t have any. Once, Usopp claims that he saw five arms on her. That hasn’t been proven yet.

Franky: Head Suuuuuuperviiiisor! Best at his job, and checks over everyone’s work before it goes into shipping. He’s also seen some things on the conveyor belt that shouldn’t have been there in the first place. Where did that porn magazine come from? Whose is it? No one knows. He encourages everyone to do their SUPER BEST, and that attitude is the best there is! Has parties at the end of the month to celebrate their hard work! SUPERB! Loves Robin to bits, and in a great relationship with her. She’s his Secretary AND Supervisor when he’s not there. Sometimes dresses up like Santa, and Santa is a little pleased at his outfit and personality.

Brook: The Musician of the place. Santa LOVES his music all year round, and he can get the mood going if you ask. Loves complimenting the ladies, but he’s an old guy so they’re not very interested in him all the time. Santa always cheers on his music, and dances with Mrs. Claus to it. It’s an embarrasing dance, but she enjoys it nonetheless. He enjoys telling stories to the elves about how Christmas was so many years ago, and is kinda sad as to how it changed drastically. Makes horrible puns 24/7, but everyone laughs because at least it’s PUNNY yohohohohoho

Law: Best AND worst elf there ever was. Reindeer caretaker. Has a polar bear and two penguins that follow him everywhere. Santa questions him where did he get the animals from, and Law just smiles at him. He’s great at his work, but he does it half-assed when it’s not that important. Like cleaning. He leaves that to Zoro. But health issues? The best there is. He’s also the designated Doctor in the building. Seen some injuries that had him scratching at his head. Sabo, how did you get that nail stuck in your foot? Nami, why is your finger snapped in half? Don’t get him started on Luffy. HATES Luffy to the bottom of his heart, but he cares in his own way.

Marco: Santa’s Right Hand Man. No one fucks with him. Gotta deal with all the shit from the shops, including Sabo’s accidents, Ace’s murdering spree, Robin suspicions, and Luffy slacking off. Looks like he’s seen Hell and ready to accept it. Looks really nice in an elf costume, and usually does work as a Fixer Upper and Gift Wrapper. Wait, where did Sabo go? Where the hell did LUFFY go? He usually ends up doing all the wrapping, and by the end of the hour they both come back and he’s NOT in a good mood. THE WORST person to go to when you’re in trouble. Scolds you so bad that once, he scolded Santa for falling asleep at the sleigh and he made him cry. He enjoys teasing everyone in a playful way.

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[flamestoillusions]

I made this a while ago that was supposed to follow a list of some ships the duo have on this blog. It’s mainly over possible relationships with canon characters from the game they’re based in. A lot are AU based because for a decent amount of them, they don’t have enough time with these characters to develop a relationship or it’s under certain circumstances it stands a chance. 

Rune/Maya - Maya, at least by my writing, has a one-sided crush on Rune and he likes her well enough. She’s the main person at his side in the prologue and they can geek out over books and stuff. Only really happened in Librarian/Barista AU where Rune flirts with her via writings on her cups and leaving notes in books to be put away.

Tannim/Tomix - Tomix is one of the first people Tannim met on his venture on his own. And as the person that called Tannim out for ignoring his own well-being and the one that did a hard no on changing something so fundamental in his being...Tannim has so much respect for him. And he likes Tomix in his actual adventures, not just any shenanigans I do on the blog. The Tomix saga was so important, I wrecked my plans for book 3 because it was that important for Tannim to be present for that. There’s a reason why he put it as why he can’t sleep at night.

Rune/Zhoom - I am very wary to place them as a relationship. They have sassed each other and have grown to respect the other. Zhoom is Rune’s mentor as a ranger but good god, I’d be lying if they hadn’t blurred lines every so often. Both would easily say that the other’s attractive but neither are interested in anything serious. Friends with benefits on occasion but mainly a reliable hand for bounties and quests.

Tannim/Galanoth - Okay this is only due to a lot of talk with Syn over it. Galanoth slays dragons in more ways than one. It is definitely mainly for AU things such as arranged marriage AU and Tannim being tortured by the Rose then cared for by Gal AU. Pretty much, Galanoth gets all of Tannim’s sweet affection poured on him and Galanoth is just one of those ones that is Tannim’s type, even if he doesn’t know what that is.

Rune/Demento - They were a decent duo when it came to planning and dealing on the battlefield. In some aspects Demento’s the one that got away and even then we don’t know how they’d work out. But it’s a minor thing Rune feels a bit guilty for not taking Demento up on an offer the night before his death.

Tannim/Xan - Can be a ship but I wouldn’t mind if it stayed broship. Xan broke protocol when he saw how genuinely freaked out Tannim was by fire. He calmed him down and started Tannim’s conquering of his fear. Tannim was sent back during the Alexander saga and befriended Alex then. And since they oddly are friends despite being on opposite sides. He actually never advocates anything bad to come down on Xan, even if his fellow adventurers do not share the same sentiment.

Tannim/Serenity - Only in two circumstances: where Tannim was turned to a vampire (long story) and in the AU where Rune’s soul was obliterated in order to destroy the Mysterious Stranger. For the most part, I think it’d be a broship otherwise. But in the cases where they’re together, they’d be like...everyone’s parents. Together. Oh god.

Rune/Lugosi - It was a crack ship that was logical. It was totally some anon’s fault too. I challenged to give me any character with mine and I could make a legitimate thing from it. And I didn’t dislike this one? Lugosi had a crush on Rune when he went by Noita and only fell back into the crush meeting Rune. Rune wasn’t interested because well, he’s not that into smithing and he can only tolerate cowardice. Because Rune tells him pretty much to work on himself first, Lugosi tried. Then he got turned and his acceptance and conquering of his turning (with Safiria’s encouragement) got Rune’s attention.

Rune/Sepulchure - Please let them remain in a blackrom so that they never conquer the world. They don’t inherently dislike each other. They dislike one getting a leg up over them but are rather impressed with the other’s prowess. Based on relations, they have met prior to Book 1. Rune’s grandfather was Valen’s mentor and cared for the kid. So while it was only as many visits as you can count on your hands, they were fin. It’s mainly AU stuff such as Rune having an affair with Sepulchure during the events of the Orb Saga or where Tannim was a traitor out to take all of Greengaurd for himself that they’ve happened.

Tannim/Sepulchure - There’s a certain OT3 with Serenity that came apart because of SOMEONE’S suggestion. It spiraled out of control quickly. There’s also the rare AUs where Tannim took more after his father’s side of the family and in a ‘rivalry’ with Sepulchure. Like more chill than yandere but definitely wants to maintain Seppy’s attention. And also...others...I blame Syn for the sin behind that one.

Amal/Drakath - Because I feel like Rune would NEVER be a decent pair with Drakath...but with ONE AU this came about. Pretty much in a scenario where Rune and his brother grew up and was friends with Drakath. Amal is somewhat aware of his feelings but Drakath is playing dumb and denying it to the end. And Amal’s just unapologetically a shit to Drakath but does ultimately care about him. He lies to his friends and allies and makes up various excuses just to get Drakath through. And then he just sometimes just hangs out at the bandit camp just because he can hang out with Drakath. 

Rune/Circe - Canonically, they kinda dislike each other. I mean, almost killing you with an avalanche tends to put a damper on any relationship. However at the same time, I think they would have been fine. Not exactly a relationship that’s ‘end game’ but they were on weird limbo between physical and something further. This only gets put into spotlight were the partners-in-crime AU and the AU where Rune is a rebel leader that Circe attempted to assassinate. I honestly prefer them in a poly with Vaal. 

Tannim/Wargoth - You know who the fuck you are and you all who encouraged this should be ashamed. I say as this such a guilty pleasure. I know it’s bad because this a homicidal warlord with a sweet summer child that does not deserve this. I know this. There’s nothing much to say about it other than it was from shenanigans on the blog for a plot point that may or may not still be in my timeline. I still have to acknowledge it because Amaterasu exists and she’s adorable.

Rune/Vaal - I debate about if this would be canon or not. As if it was, it’d fall in Book 3. They actually get into snark about both being disgraced by this time. Developments with them usually surmount to ‘I don’t like you but then I see this other side to you that I have to respect you now.’ Mainly a thing in the neighbors AU and the royal advisers AU and fall apart because Roirr’s a fucking cockblocker. I also prefer them with Circe as well.

Amal/Valencia - By the duo’s timeline, Amal and Valencia do date. He met her while exploring the Ruins of Sil. He calls her a thief rather than a treasure hunter and is corny as hell saying how she steals his heart. And it’s a lot of corniness and adventure with them. But I mainly deal in the sad because canonically, Amal is dead and Valencia never learned of his fate. Rune only figured out Valencia was who his brother was dating during the Earth Orb saga and breaking the news to her at that time was not the best idea.

Rune/Theano - I tell myself that Rune will stop fucking the bad guy eventually. And then it happens again. Good god, man, where are you priorities? Anyway, there’s nothing but fighting with this one. Although I guess it could end up being a battle of wits/ideals as Theano is something of a scientist of magic and Rune is a magic wielder that understands principles behind the magic. But I feel any moment of ‘sweet’ is immediately ruined when either open their mouth. I...I have also a weird sort of poly including Rune’s ex, Emile, because apparently my characters don’t suffer enough.

Tannim/Falwynn - They’re just so adorable. Like I guess they’d fall under cliches of the lovey dovey type of couple to which, what’s wrong with that? They’re both excitable and well-intentioned adventurers and I find that their sweet energy would just end up mixing so well. I found an unintentional drama that comes with Falwynn supposed to be learning from the Hero in game (which Tannim serves as) and just how much danger that Tannim would willing put Falwynn through if he’s dating her. While they could be in actual events, I also think of them in modern verses taking a lot of selfies together and stuff.

Rune/Nythera: Only for the Young Fables AU. Rune is supposed to be Aqualad and Nythera Speedy. They actually work out as like the most mature of the bunch and have a hold on each other’s secrets. And it’s like, ‘hey, you had a shitty day, wanna help me on case?’

#long post #smoketomirrors #dragon of the valley #secret hunter #relations

[wrestlingisfake]

Battleground preview

Look, I’ll be honest, I didn’t care much about this show before the G1 Climax started and I sure don’t care now.  I am legit more interested in Naito vs. Fale, which is a feud with a 24-hour build about Fale tearing up a stuffed cat, and it’s not even Naito’s cat.  But the show, as they say, must go on.

Jinder Mahal vs. Randy Orton - This is a “Punjabi prison” match for Mahal’s WWE championship.  Orton lost the title to Jinder in May and lost the rematch in June.  He probably wouldn’t get a third match, but he was determined to since Mahal and the Singh brothers attacked his father, Bob Orton.  It’s sort of like Bob Orton is a stuffed cat that Randy felt especially attached to, and then some asshole went and ripped the stuffing out of it for no good reason.  Anyway, to get this third match he agreed to let Mahal choose the rules.  It’s fair to assume that if Orton loses this time, he’ll be out of the title picture for a while.

The Punjabi prison is a pair of bamboo cages--an inner cage attached to the ring frame, and an larger one surrounding the ringside area.  The match starts in the ring and the object is to be the first competitor to escape to the floor outside the outer cage.  The inner cage has doors on all four sides; a wrestler can ask the official to open any door, but only for sixty seconds, and after that it the door is closed for the rest of the match.  If you can’t get out one of the doors you’ll have to climb over the inner cage to escape it.  The outer cage has no doors and can only be escaped by climbing.

The psychology of the prison is that Mahal is automatically an expert in this type of match by virtue of his family coming from Punjab.  So we’re meant to think Orton is out of his element and will struggle with dangers unique to this structure, when in reality he’s been in plenty of cage matches and this really isn’t so different.  The most novel aspect of the Punjabi prison--the gimmick with the doors--is cute but hard to work into a real story, especially since both men would have no difficulty climbing over the top of each cage.

The only reason for Mahal to lose right now is so Orton can get the title just long enough for Baron Corbin to use his Money in the Bank contract to steal it away from him.  At this point I don’t think WWE sees a net gain in switching from Mahal to Corbin, so I wouldn’t expect that for a while.  It’s more likely Jinder will get a decisive victory to finally end the feud, and head into Summerslam with plenty of momentum to face a new challenger.  I can definitely picture Jinder vs. John Cena as the top Smackdown match for Summerslam, and if that’s the plan there’s no reason not to put Mahal over decisively here.

John Cena vs. Rusev - This is a flag match, so Cena’s US flag will be set up on one ringpost and Rusev’s Bulgarian flag will be set up in the opposite corner, and the first man to retrieve his own flag wins.  I don’t even know why they’re doing this, except Cena loves America and Rusev was talking shit about America, so I guess you can pretend America is a lovable, snuggly, lazy-eyed stuffed cat and then it makes sense.  There’s not much to this except an excuse for Cena to get a post-match spot triumphantly waving Old Glory, so yeah, he’s gonna win.

Becky Lynch vs. Charlotte Flair vs. Lana vs. Natalya vs. Tamina - This is a five-way match to decide the #1 contender for Naomi’s Smackdown women’s title.  There are no count-outs or disqualifications, and whoever scores the first fall on any opponent will win the match.  I’m just saying, what did that cat ever do to you, Fale?  Why do you have to be a huge prick all the time?  You wanna come down to WWE and beat up Bayley’s wacky waving inflatable tube men?  Wait, I guess that’d be Raw, and this is Smackdown.  Who gives a shit?  Charlotte’s going to win.

Jimmy Uso & Jey Uso vs. any two of Kofi Kingston & Xavier Woods & Big E - The Usos are defending the Smackdown tag team championship, and the New Day never reveal which two members of the team will wrestle until the match is starting.  There’s really nowhere for either team to go from here except a rematch at Summerslam, so my prediction is the outcome will not matter at all.  Remember when the New Day had a trombone they loved and somebody broke it and it was a big deal, but they just brought out a second trombone and everybody just moved on?  I wish I could do that.  But Daryl wasn’t a trombone, he was a cat with a clown wig.

AJ Styles vs. Kevin Owens - Styles won the United States championship from Owens a couple of weeks ago, so this is the rematch.  Kevin Owens is a dick like Bad Luck Fale, but then again Styles used to run around with Fale in Bullet Club so fuck both of these guys.  AJ retains, but the betting lines go back and forth so there’s a bunch of intrigue for the morons who bet on pro wrestling.

Shinsuke Nakamura vs. Baron Corbin - Shit, Corbin is almost exactly like Bad Luck Fale, in that he’s a useless sack of shit but he’s tall and grumpy so they want to push him, but the only way to push him is to have him do jerk-ass stuff anybody could do.  Corbin keeps beating up Nakamura, who is the closest thing Smackdown has to an adorable kitty with floppy arms and a belly full of cotton.  Say, did you know Bad Luck Fale once held the IWGP intercontinental championship, until Nakamura kicked his ass?  I like Nakamura.  I hope he wins, but life is not always fair.

Sami Zayn vs. Mike Kanellis - Kanellis used to be Mike Bennett in ROH, and his primary talent is “being married to Maria Kanellis.”  I can’t remember anything about any of his matches except noticing that Maria is particularly clever in how she plays “super hot woman in the heel corner.”  Since I assume WWE is going to tone down Maria’s skimpy outfits, it’ll be interesting to see how the act evolves from here.  I mean, not as interesting as the issue of whether Hiromu Takahashi can get a one-on-one match with Fale to avenge Daryl, even though they’re in different weight classes.  But I’m trying to think of nice things to say about this match I don’t care about.  Kanellis isn’t going to lose his first PPV match, or at least he shouldn’t.

Tyler Breeze & Fandango vs. Ghosts or Aliens or Ghost Aliens - Breezango think they’re the fashion police which means they think they’re real police which means they think they’re every TV lawman cliche in history.  They’ve got an “office” that keeps getting wrecked, so they’ve been investigating that case for weeks.  They’re running out of suspects so the leading theory is that ghost aliens are responsible.  All that is known is that the guilty party have issued a challenge for this match. 

By the way, the ghost aliens kidnapped and beheaded Breezango’s hobby horse Tully.  Just like Bad Luck Fale eviscerated Daryl...dammit, why can’t anything good ever happen in this cruel world?  Is it you, Fale?  Are you fucking with Breeze and Fandango too?  What is your problem, you misanthropic mountebank?

Anyway, I hope Breezango can avenge Tully, and maybe they can wear armbands in a show of solidarity with Daryl’s next of kin, LIJ.

Aiden English vs. Tye Dillinger - This is set for the pre-show.  Dillinger is the undisputed king of the curtain jerkers, so I guess he wins.  I don’t know.  I need some time alone.  RIP Daryl.

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Off Limits (Skam - Chris x OC) Part 5

Pairing: Chris x OC

Synopsis: Mara Magnusson has always had everything she ever wanted in life, except for one thing. The boyish charm of her brother’s childhood friend had wrecked her poor heart and ruined her for any other guy – you can trust her, she has tried. She could see the way he looked at her, though she knew there were rules about not hitting on your best friend’s little sister. Luckily for her, there were no restrictions when it was the other way around.

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It all happened in less than five minutes but it felt like an eternity to Mara who stood aside, doing nothing. She wanted to, but she knew better than to step between two boys fighting and she was so shocked that it took her a solid minute before realizing what was going on before her very eyes. She started screaming at them, demanding that they fucking stop, but it was hopeless, neither of them listened. Everyone in the entire house must hear her yells but Chris and the other boy were too caught up in their display of strength.

When the Penetrators finally intervened, they grabbed the rude guy who overstepped his boundaries with Mara and held him back. William wasn't there, he was nowhere to be found – he must have gone home with Noora. It was a blessing, because Chris would have been incapable of explaining his behavior to him. Protecting Mara from a handy rude fucker did not justify causing such a scene. Chris was about to dive in and resume beating the guy even though he could no longer return the punches, when Mara stepped in, placing herself right between Chris and his adversary.

“Chris!” She shouted, raising her hands. “Chris, stop! Stop!”

The panic in her eyes made him realize what he was doing and he stopped dead in his tracks, lowering his fist and settling down.

“Come with me,” Mara urged him, tugging on his sleeve. “Let's get out of here.”

She led them both through the many rooms of the house until they found one which was empty. It was the bathroom. At least one of the bathrooms, it was hard to tell, but this one was still clean and fairly far away from the party. She locked the door once they were inside and turned to Chris, looking ready to slap some sense in his thick head.

“What the hell were young thinking Chris?!” She began to shout, not feeling sorry for his sore face one bit. “That was awful! Awful!”

“He was all over you!” Chris shouted back, leaning over the sink and turning on the mirror lights. “That bastard was- he was groping your ass, and-”

“Yes I know he was, Chris! I was handling it, what bad could have happened to me in the middle of a room packed with people?!” Mara barked back, hitting Chris' chest to push him back.

“You're telling me I should've let him go on? Garb your ass, touch you like that?!”

“Like what, Chris? He was drunk and I was pushing him back!” She was so terribly mad that her cheeks were bright red and her eyes shooting lightnings. “I. Was. Handling. It,” she gritted through her teeth. It was still rather hostile but she was settling down.

“I know you can handle boys, Mara, but I couldn't handle it. It was too much to see him touch you like- touch you like-” Chris explained more calmly, apparently having trouble finding his words.

“Like what?” Mara asked again, short of breath because of the rush of adrenaline she received from this dreadful fight and all the yelling.

That, for once, was a question Chris felt like he could answer. Only a few hours ago, he wouldn't have be able to, but now that she told him that all that staging was aimed at making him jealous, he could say it. He was jealous. He had never been great at sharing his toys – and heaven forbids he ever considers Mara like a toy, but she was his own nonetheless.

“Like I want to,” he eventually muttered, rather sheepishly. Like a little boy who admitted having a crush on his school mistress.

Mara didn't try to hide her smile. The corners of her mouth twitched upward and she broke into a wide grin which betrayed how eager she had been to hear these words.

“Do you have the slightest idea how unbearable it was to see you flirt with every boy in the school these last weeks? It fucking killed me, Mara! Why did you try to make me jealous if you already knew how I felt?!”

“I don't know how you feel Chris,” Mara replied in a soft voice. “I can tell you desire me, but that's not a feeling exclusively directed at me, right?”

She had seen Chris' little stunts at every party they both went to. He couldn't deny it, he couldn't pretend to be an angel, actually he wouldn't even consider himself a good person.

“Besides, you're worrying about William, and if I wanted you to act on your feelings – now that I know you have feelings for me – I needed to corner you. Sorry about that,” Mara apologized, cringing at bit at how heartless it sounded when said out loud.

“By the way, you're lucky William wasn't there anymore, or he would've kicked you ass for causing a scene,” she pointed out.

“Or maybe he would have helped me kick his ass for behaving like a douche with his beloved sister,” Chris suggested, earning a nod and a 'eh maybe' from Mara.

“That's not the point,” she said, pushing that thought aside with a little wave of the hand. “It was a bad idea to start this fight. And I don't want you to get hurt because of me.”

“I don't care about getting hurt,” Chris said, his voice a bit harsh but still laced with fondness.

He walked forward until Mara's back hit the bathroom wall and she stopped breathing when she felt his body press up against her chest. This was the closest she had ever been to him, it was what she craved and now it was happening. His breath was warm against her cheek and Chris smirked down at Mara who had trouble keeping it together. What sane girl would keep her shit together when a guy as devastatingly handsome as Chris smirked at her? The answer is none. And it was backed by the endless list of girls on Chris' tally.

“I care about every guy in Oslo knowing they shouldn't approach you or they'll have to deal with me,” Chris said with a voice made raspy by desire.

“You don't mean it,” Mara replied. Her mischievous smile almost made Chris lose his bearings. “Just so you know, I will give in – that's what I wanted after all – but I know you won't tell anyone.”

It pained him to admit it, but she was right. He hated it, but it was how things were and he couldn't change them just because he liked the girl. Liking the girl was never enough in real life, this shit only worked in rom-coms, and even there it wasn't a walk in the park.

“Why would you want this then? What's in it for you?” Chris asked in confusion.

Mara was proud and loud, she was no side hoe that Chris could come to when he felt like it and never showed to the outside world. He wanted to date Mara. He wanted to sit next to her – sometimes – at school, and vent about the guys and the burden of the reputation of lady killer he has to uphold. He wanted to do exactly what they were already doing but tenfold. It wasn't that fucking hard to understand, he really liked her.

And when he asked that dumb question, she shot him a sad but sweet smile, and Chris thought he might have touched a nerve.

“For me? Well, you, obviously. I want you, Chris,” she answered. “And I know you'll argue that William won't let us be, and that you don't want to risk your friendship.”

“You've thought of everything ahead?” He asked in half puzzlement half admiration. “If you already knew I was going to say no, why bother tricking me into admitting I like you?”

“You say no to publicly dating me,” Mara said, highlighting the issue. “Plus the whole 'bros before hoes'-” she air-quoted this, “-prevents you from betraying William. Don't think I don't know about his rule about 'no dating Mara'!”

“I won't make you my secret, Mara,” Chris protested as soon as he realized where this was going.

He should have guessed sooner. That was what she was up to. She planned to date her brother's best friend behind his back. But it was hardly feasible, the three of them where always hanging out together, William was bound to notice.

“Of course not!” Mara scoffed at how ridiculous the idea was. “I never understood why the concept of dating someone secretly was so male-centric. The guy's just dating secretly, but the girl's a side hoe – not as opposed to main hoe but rather a hoe you're only doing on the side, you know?”

“Stop using that word, geez!” Chris made a face out of distaste for it.

“What I'm saying is that I know you won't treat me like this Chris. That's what I like so much about you – among other things. But let's turn it around. You will be my dirty little secret. And since I put you in this situation, I take full responsibi-”

Chris couldn't listen to her talk about this with her down-to-business voice any longer. There was no way known to man to make Mara do something she didn't want to – like shut up for example – so he did the first thing that came to mind: he kissed her. Actually, this had been on his mind for a very long time now, and he couldn't believe he had let himself be dragged into this conversation without first stealing a kiss or two. Chris was an experiences thief, he could tiptoe inside a girl's heart, steal what he wanted and leave before she knew he was there. Mara though, gave him everything he needed – wanted – willingly.

She caved in and her body crashed against Chris' like a wave against the chore, inevitably and in such a manner that she fit perfectly against him. Mara melted in the embrace and returned the ardor he put in the kiss, twice as much actually. An overwhelming feeling of victorious washed over them both, and for once, there was no loser. Nothing about this kiss was chaste, it was an eager, long awaited, needy, open-mouthed kiss, and neither of them felt apologetic for the way they haphazardly tugged at each other clothes like two virgins who struggled and fumbled to rid each other of the useless material between them.

“You talk way too much,” Chris laughed between two kisses.

Somehow, they ended up in the bathtub, Chris being the one on top, his hands trailing up Mara's legs and thighs. He had to bite down on his lip to repress a groan, he had waited so damn long to touch her here, and here, and here. When his fingers reached her underwear, he hooked them under the waistband and hurriedly slid them down her legs, throwing them aside. Mara's gaze didn't waver and was locked on his as he began to lean down, teasingly slowly. And for the first time, Chris gave head to a girl. And it was Mara, which made it perfect. Iben had always been shy about it, and the others didn't even count.

Neither of them had the slightest idea of ho late it was, if people could hear them, if someone tried to find them, or to enter the bathroom since they locked themselves inside. Chris watched Mara unravel before his eyes and when she regained her breath, he helped her get up and out of the tub.

“If that's how you make me stop talking, please be my guest and do it again,” Mara laughed, receiving a stunning smile in return. “And don't tell me that this was just a one time thing and you can't risk losing William over me, or I'll smash you pretty face against the sink.”

The threat seemed unnecessarily dramatic, but if Chris really did eat her out as a sort of outlet for the piled up desire he had for her, Mara was going to carry it out.

“I wouldn't think of it,” Chris snickered and put his hands on her waist, pulling her toward him. “I'm your side hoe,” he stated in the most casual way.

Then Mara kissed him again, to seal the deal and also because she fucking wanted to.

A/N: Holidays are OVER for me! I have to go to class from now on T_T, and I wont be able to write as much! It would really help me get motivated if you left a review ;)

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