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kaaytea · 3 years

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hey! i hope youre doing great! if it isnt a problem, could you do atsumu, oikawa, sakusa and kuroo with a s/o who overthinks alot and notices that theyre hanging out with someone else alot recently and is scared that they're going to leave but they reassure reader that they won't leave? it'd be nice if it was fluffy :(((

Hi cutie! I'm doing well and I hope you are too! I apologize if Sakusa isn't very..Sakusa-y?? I'm still figuring him out a bit 😅 I tried my best to make it fluffy enough, I hope what I wrote will suffice

The Dangers of Overthinking

⤷Includes: Oikawa, Kuroo, Atsumu, Sakusa

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Oikawa

It's no secret that Oikawa is a pretty popular guy

And usually this doesn't bother you much, no matter how busy Oikawa was he always had little ways to reassure you he wasn't ignoring you

Gradually you started to notice him spending less time checking in on you throughout the day, the most you'd get is a pat on the head, a quick kiss, or a short text before Oiks slipped away with the rest of his team

You did your best to ignore the little voice in your head expressing that he was avoiding you. Oikawa was committed to his sport and that was fine, this behavior was normal

But the one thing you couldn't shake was whenever he went off with the team there was a person you didn't recognize in the group

You'd met his team HUNDREDS of times and by this point you knew everyone by name, number, and position from the hours you've sat with Tooru and watched game recordings. It was the middle of the season so they couldn't have suddenly got a new player

So who was this person? And why was your boyfriend always gravitating towards them?

Overthinking was dangerous for you, the longer you dwelled the further you fell into the dark doubts tucked into the back of your mind

This continued on for weeks until one day you just stayed in bed wrapped in blankets with only your thoughts

Setters are trained to notice small things, little details that could reveal a weakness in defense, anything that would help them decide who to set too

Oikawa was beautifully gifted in that aspect of a setter, it didn't take long to notice how distanced you'd become

Originally he thought it was a personal matter so he let you have your space, except unlike the other times you didn't bounce back. Infact, you were getting further from him the longer it went on

Oikawa quietly opened the door to your bedroom, letting his volleyball bag slip off his shoulder and placing it by the door

He sat down carefully on the side of your bed before he playful poked your side

"(y/n)-chaaan~"

You didn't respond and only pulled the sheets tighter around you causing a pout to form on his face

He gently pulled the sheets away from your head and pressed his hand to your forehead

"You don't have a fever so you're definitely not sick.....wanna tell me what's wrong?"

"You're not gonna leave me, right?"

Your voice was so quiet he just barely heard what you said

The hand on your forehead slipped down to your cheek, his thumb brushed softy across your cheek bone

"Why would I leave you?"

"You keep hanging around that person"

"Ah, be a little more specific sweetie"

"The blonde one! The blonde that's been hanging off you when you're with the team!"

You finally open up to him and what's he do? LAuGh! He's laughing at you!

Tears started to burn in your eyes as you quickly went to pull the covers over your head and flip onto your side facing away from him, only Oiks was a step ahead and pulled you into a sitting position facing him

"W-wait wait, Let me explain! (Y/n)-chan, that's our new manager. They've been helping me plan out drills for the team."

"Oh"

Well now you felt a bit silly

After a few seconds of silence you sighed and hid your face in Oikawa's shoulder. His arms wrapped around you body and he leaned back against your headboard

He spent the rest of the night holding you, whispering promises of never leaving you and how you're more important to him than anything else

Kuroo

Kuroo's friendly personality seemed to just attract people

I mean it was definitely something that hooked you so it was understandable why people tend to flock to him

It's just frustrating when he seems to have plans with people all the time, you barely see him these days

You didn't want to bring this to his attention in fear of being seen as clingy or controlling; Tetsu was your partner and had his own life, he wasn't a pet you could whistle for whenever you felt lonely

But you couldn't help but feel a bit....rejected

You were only about 5 minutes into lunch break and so far all you've done is lay your head on your desk and watched the rain fall outside

The gloomy day enhanced your depressed mood, your mind caught in the whirlpool of overthinking

Suddenly a little package was placed in front of you, followed by the sound of a chair being pulled up to your desk

You lifted your head from the desk only to find the very person that's been stuck in your mind sitting infront of you

"I got you melon bread from that bakery you like down the street, I would have given it to you earlier but you weren't here when I got to campus this morning."

"I missed my train..."

Kuroo snorted at your response and muttered something about you being cute before pulling out his lunch and beginning to eat

You opened the melon bread package, it looked delicious but your appetite seemed to have vanished

Kuroo watched you tear off a piece of the bread before placing the piece back on the wrappings with a sigh

Something was definitely wrong, you never turned down pastries from that bakery

"Not hungry?"

"Not really..."

"Did something else happen this morning? You're looking a bit...dejected"

You could never lie to Kuroo, and at this point you were so fed up with feeling alone that you didn't care about looking clingy, so you told him

He listened carefully to what you said and when you finished your rant he reached over the desk to hold your hands in his

"I'm sorry I made you feel like that. It won't happen again, I promise.....You've gotta tell me these things though, ok? I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

You could tell he meant every word he said, if there was one thing you knew about Kuroo it was that he prided himself on staying true to his promises

You felt a weight off your shoulders the second he pressed a kiss to your hand

You even got your appetite back and devoured the melon bread he got you!

Atsumu

You'd of never expected Atsumu to spend time with someone outside of the volleyball team

Especially one of his fan girls of all people

All this interaction between the two started abruptly during lunch break. The girl had bounced up and pulled him away from your little group before anyone could get a word in, everyone just stared as the blonde was dragged down the hall

You were use to the fan girls, 'Tsumu never gave them the time of day so it was never a problem, but this just felt...off

Why was he suddenly paying attention to one of them? Was he bored of you? We're you just not enough to satisfy his ego?

You were torn from your thoughts by a gentle call of your name

You turned your attention from the clipboard in your lap to the direction of the voice meeting Kita's soft but steady eyes

"You seem less energetic than normal, have you eaten anything today?"

"Oh I'm fine Kita-senpai, you don't have to-"

You were cut off by him handing you a banana and a rant about how even their manager has to be in peak condition

You couldn't refuse Kita so you took the food with a smile and powered through the rest of practice

You left immediately after you finished cleaning the gym, ignoring the calls from Atsumu to wait up for him

You tried to walk fast so he wouldn't be able to catch up but the universe seemed to be against you as he easily jogged up to you minutes after you left

"Wassup with ya today? Kita-san said you were actin' weird."

"I'm surprised you noticed he said anything, your attention seems to be on other people."

Atsumu stepped infront of you, blocking you from walking further down the road

"Wass that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know Miya, why don't you ask your little fan girl"

You stepped around him attempting to run the rest of the way home but his hand grabbed your arm, spinning you back around to face him

Atsumu's hands held you in place to keep you from running away

"That's what this is about? That annoyin' scrub who won't leave me alone?"

"Annoying scrub?"

Atsumu went on explaining how he was partnered with her for a project in Japanese history and how even after they finished the project she wouldn't leave him alone (no matter how many times he told her to go away)

After he explained you felt a little better but you still felt insecurities scratching at your mind

You reached out for his hand and started walking again, keeping your eyes on the ground as you walked

"You didn't think I was cheatin' on ya.....right?"

"....."

".....I'd never leave ya for someone like that, yer the only one I've got my eyes on. Plus, yer the only person I've found that can tolerate me."

You laughed slightly at that, he wasn't completely wrong. Atsumu was a rather complex person but you found something enjoyable in that complexity

He let go of your hand and pulled you into his side, keeping his arm wrapped around your waist as you walked

Sakusa

Ok so maybe you were a bit jealous

Not much, but just a bit

You should have expected Sakusa would have admirers as the ace of Itachiyama (not to mention he was a very handsome guy)

But it still catches you off guard with how outwardly flirty your fellow manager was

Like they even know you're in a relationship with Kiyoomi and yet they continue to throw themselves at him

Being jealous over that was honestly very silly on your part because Sakusa has expressed their flirting makes him uncomfortable

So really there wasn't anything to worry about

Well...

That is until one day you overheard them telling Sakusa they enjoyed going out last night and that they should do it again

Which he responded with a "maybe"

If you were paying attention you would have noticed the flat tone to his voice and how his body language exuded 'Im very uncomfortable please go away'

But you being you, the second the manager opened their mouth your mind shut down and your blood went cold

They went out together last night?

You avoided everyone for the rest of practice, offering instead to clean practice jerseys and water bottles

Those were jobs usually done by two people but you needed to get away from everyone and you were hoping the jobs would take up the rest of practice

By the time you were nearly done with cleaning the water bottles, Sakusa had joined you at the outside fountain, mask pulled up on his face, his bag on one shoulder and yours on the other

"Do you want help?"

"You don't have to Omi.....it's my job anyways"

Despite your dismissal of his offer, he placed both your bags down and helped you clean the rest of the bottles, even going as far as carrying them back into the gym for you

You followed him over to the equipment room, you unlocked the door and took the box from his arms and put it on It's shelf

"You ready to go?"

"Almost, I have to throw the jerseys into the dryer. You can go on ahead without me."

"I'll wait, I want to avoid Komori. I don't feel like being dragged out with his friends again."

Dragged out with his friends? So it wasn't a secret date, Sakusa was forced to go by his cousin

Sakusa made his way by you to the gym's laundry room, Swifty tossing the practice jerseys into the dryer and then returning to your side

"You can stop worrying now, I know you overheard our conversation earlier. I would have much rather spent the night with you than them....they're too pushy for my liking."

He picked up your bags again and offered you his arm (something he much preferred over holding hands)

though he was usually a stoic person, you could just see the warmth his eyes held as he looked at you

You linked your arm with his, soaking up the heat from his body and the calm atmosphere that surrounded him

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kinkandkreep · 4 years

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You All Belong to Me: Chapter 5

A/N: Hey hey y’all! This took a minute, but I finally got Chapter 5 finished and beta read. In this chapter, we find out the full details of what took place when you found out your husband was a no-good cheatin’ dog. Hope you enjoy! :)

Triggers/Warnings: Cheating

Word Count: 1467

You remember the day your ex-husband shattered your heart and fractured your ability to trust vividly.

It was early the morning of that particular day; you’d just finished sending your sons off to school. The night before had been fairly late for you as you sat waiting for your husband to return from his company. He’d just landed yet another big deal with an already popular upstart with promising prospects, and you tried your darnedest to be understanding, despite your needs at home.

You waited, and waited, and waited, juggling between drowning your sorrows in ice cream and wine, and zoning out as something served as background noise on the television.

Finally, after deciding that he just wouldn’t be coming home in a timely enough manner, you shot him a quick text (to which he never responded) and trudged up to bed.

That next morning, you found yourself growing increasingly worried. He’d never responded, not even to tell you his whereabouts. You reasoned that maybe after his meeting, he’d gone out with friends and spent the night at one of their houses. Problem was, you knew most of his friends, and if something had happened, or plans had changed, you were sure one of them would have let you know.

You’d heard from him during the day the day before, so you hadn’t gone long enough without contacting him to go to the police.

You tried texting him a few more times, but again, the same result. Taking a moment, you rationalized that he was a very grown, very capable man, and that he could handle himself. You also figured he wouldn’t appreciate you blowing him up. Eventually, after busying yourself for a few hours with some menial tasks, your heard phone chime with the familiar tone that let you know you’d received a text.

You scrambled to read it a bit faster than you’d have liked to admit, but after reading the contents of the message, you really wished you’d have taken your time.

“Checkmate.”

Attached to the message from your elder sister was a short video, snapshots of which very quickly burned themselves into your memory.

In the video was your sister and your husband, both very naked, and both apparently enjoying themselves as they engaged in loud sex.

Unable to turn away, you ended up unintentionally watching the full clip, standing in silent, disgusted shock once it ended.

Taking a moment, you gathered your bearings before returning to the couch in the living room, sitting quietly with your hands clasped tightly over your knees.

‘My husband slept with my sister.’

These words replayed themselves constantly in your head, leaving you nauseous and dizzy. Clutching your head, you fought back the barrage of tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, a few of which inevitably escaped.

Remaining silent, you quickly saved the video and took screenshots of the message before deleting both from your phone, wishing with a bitter chuckle that you could also delete them from your memory.

Once that was done, you shot a quick text to your parents, informing them of what happened. It may have been petty of you, but you were well aware that your sister depended on your parents for many things, including the majority of her income, and something like this was sure to put a hold on that.

Some small revenge, if you will.

After that, you called the two people you knew would be able to help comfort you through this.

“Hey girl, wassup?”

“Y/H/N cheated on me with Y/S/N.”

The other side of the line was quiet for a moment, before Eun-Ji responded in a much darker tone.

“We’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

With a mutual understanding reached, you both hung up without another word.

With that, you sat in silence once more, waiting to see who would return home first, if your husband returned at all. It was Friday, so the kids would be headed off to y/h/n’s parent’s house for the weekend, which was good, given the current state of things.

It was about fifteen minutes later when your soon-to-be ex-husband stumbled through the door. He wore an unreadable expression, one that set you even more on edge. After turning and locking the door, he simply stood there with his back to you for a few seconds, hand tightly gripping the doorknob.

“Well, this is awkward,” you eventually spoke to him, having grown tired of his evasive behavior.

“Y/N, I-...”

“Please, don’t. I refuse to go through this with you.” You threw up a hand, slowly rising to your full height.

“It was a mistake.”

“Sleeping with your wife’s sister, who you know has a grudge against her isn’t a mistake. It’s a cold, calculated attack, and more than that it’s just sad.” Lifting a hand, you pointed to the door, face stern and expression icy. “Get out.”

“Y/N, can we please just talk about this-...” He reaches forward to take your hand. You jerk it away almost immediately, shivering from the revolting feeling of the hands that had just touched your sister in the most intimate way touching any part of you.

“No, we can’t. What is there to talk about? You cheated, with my sister. There’s no forgiving either one of you for that.”

Your husband was silent for a few moments, undoubtedly letting your harsh words replay in his mind.

“But...I still love you.”

At that, you burst out laughing, clutching your stomach and wiping a few nonexistent tears from your eyes.

“Oh please. Maybe you do. Maybe you never stopped loving me. But the thing is, you didn’t love me enough not to cheat on me. SO, since that’s the case, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

You moved around him, gesturing loosely up the stairs.

“I haven’t touched any of your things, though I did consider gathering them for you. Take what you need; I’m giving you until Eun-Ji and Hyunnie arrive to round up what you can.”

Your husband sneered, mumbling to himself:

“Of course you called them.”

“You’re right, I did. Because unlike you, they understand loyalty.” Now you were up in his face, sneering right back at him.

Staring so close up at the man you once loved, and admittedly still did brought a few crystalline tears to your eyes.

“How could you,” you whispered breathlessly. “With my own sister?”

He didn’t respond, instead staring at you intently.

“I’m sorry.”

Those were the last words he spoke to you before moving upstairs, voice cracking with emotion.

Around fifteen minutes later, your best friends arrived, rushing to crush you into loving, supportive hugs.

“Where is he,” Hyun-Ki growled, already sharp eyes even sharper and darker with anger.

Patting his chest, you attempted to calm him down. “Gone. I told him he needed to leave before you got here.”

Huffing, the slightly taller man lifted you up into another hug, with Eun-Ji taking it upon herself to wrap around the both of you.

“We’re so sorry love,” Ji whispered, her soft voice and the warmth of the hug causing you to deflate into overwhelmed tears.

“I know, I am too,” you stuttered back, trying to stop yourself from shedding tears.

It was hours later, after huddling with your best friends on the couch, that your sister shot you another two texts. The first was a lengthy paragraph, swearing at you and calling you a “childish bitch” for having told your parents. The second was a picture, this time with a caption of “I WIN” in all caps. In the picture, your sister stood draped over your husband’s shoulders, who admittedly didn’t look very pleased. The woman was smirking at the camera, and subsequently at you.

“You should really let me give her a piece of my mind,” said Eun-Ji, who’d been watching the rather one-sided exchange from over your shoulder.

You sighed dejectedly, tossing the phone away.

“No, no, a reaction is exactly what she wants. We can’t give her the time of day or else she really will win.”

Ji hums, obviously not satisfied with your response.

The rest of the night passed by uneventfully, with you calling to check up on the kids, who’d been picked up by their grandparents, to make sure they were ok. You decided to leave out the cheating details, figuring it better to speak to his parents about it more privately and in person.

“Can you guys stay the night? Please? I just...don’t wanna be alone right now.”

Eun-Ji and Hyunnie immediately nodded, smothering you in another tight hug. Somewhere along the way, you drifted off to their soothing whispers of encouragement and the feeling of one of their hands dragging calmingly across your scalp.

#yandere bts #yandere!bts #yandere #yandere au #YABTM #You All Belong to Me #yandere!au #yandere kpop

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brandonwintcr · 3 years

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Wassup it’s me again bringing you a new trash kid, Brandon aka everyone’s friend (except yours, Quinn 😡). Lara’s brother, Mason’s cool uncle, returning resident, Celtics fan (just for G), software engineer, top notch programmer, always with his phone, an all around cool guy.

More under the cut, definitely looking for all sorts of connections. He’s been in CH since he was a child, left for college and stayed in Boston up until a year ago. Currently residing in Bywater Park.

Trigger warnings: parental neglect, foster care

BASIC STATS

Full Name: Brandon Eric Winter (né Lewis)

Nicknames: Bran (reserved for family and close friends)

Date of Birth: February 12th, 1986

Place of Birth: Seattle, Washington

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: African-American

Religion: Agnostic

Western Zodiac: ☼ Aquarius | ☽ Aries | ↑ Taurus

Sexuality: Heterosexual (I think?)

Relationship Status: Single

Education: Bachelor of Arts/Master of Science in Computer Science (Boston University, 2004-2009)

Occupation: Software Engineer

Height: 6′ 0″

Weight: 180 lbs

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Myers-Briggs: INTJ - The Architect

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Enneagram: Type 3 - The Achiever

ABOUT

(PARENTAL NEGLECT & FOSTER CARE TW) Was born as Brandon Lewis to a teen mom in Seattle who loved him, but was unable to provide for him so he was taken from her care shortly before his third birthday. He bounced around foster homes in the Seattle area for two years, always either going alarmingly silent or lashing out - never any in between. The only person who ever loved him was no longer there, and he spent his childhood craving it and being angry that it was taken from him.

He landed in the home of Michael and Theresa Winter when he was five, and he continued his usual behavior and expected that he’d be taken back to social services but instead of frustration and contempt, the Winter family treated him with compassion and forgiveness. He went to a child psychologist to help with his childhood trauma and was officially adopted two years after staying with the Winters. Changed his name to Brandon Winter at this point.

Excelled in school, got accepted to Boston University for college. Was excited to go until he found out Lara was pregnant, considered deferring acceptance but his parents encouraged him not to. Missed Mason’s birth due to his freshman orientation being that weekend, still feels guilty about it RIP. But college was fun otherwise. Spent 5 years there in a combined BA/MS Computer Science program, getting many job offers after he graduated and stayed in Boston. Got paid really well because tech industry, was able to return to CH twice a year to visit his family. He video called them all the time while he was in Boston.

Slowly began to realize that he missed Crescent Harbor once he fell into the habit of doing nothing but working and coming home to an empty apartment. After looking into his opportunities in Seattle, he resigned from his company in Boston and returned home a year ago. Has since been working for a software company in Seattle, commuting to the office twice a week and working remotely otherwise. Spends some of his time actually working from home, other times he’s at the coffee shops around Crescent Harbor.

In the process of getting licensed to foster a child, something he couldn’t do easily in Boston. Owns a 3 bedroom home in Bywater Park and just waiting to complete his training. Whether he ends up fostering to adopt or simply providing a temporary safe haven, he hopes to give another child the opportunities that Michael and Theresa have given him, as they allowed him to be the success story that is Brandon Winter.

MISCELLANEOUS

Loves the idea of having a pet in theory, but doesn’t want to pose any complication when it comes to allergies of his future foster children so decided against it. Would 10/10 volunteer at the animal shelter or pet sit for a friend, though.

Hates Apple products, will go on for hours about the superiority of PC and Android

Has never travelled outside of the United States and Canada, but really wants to. He could afford it, he just never actually got around to it.

Likes being outdoors, but only for a limited amount of time. Hates camping or anything that involves becoming one with nature - he likes to set some boundaries in this relationship.

Had not driven a car in 8 years until his return to Crescent Harbor last year, doesn’t mind doing it but also misses having reliable public transportation

Very fitting for a man with his last name, winter is Brandon’s favorite season. However, he only likes it when he can stay indoors all day. Don’t even think about asking him to do winter sports.

On that note, he’s pretty active and goes to the gym almost every day. If he doesn’t, he’s usually outside running.

The college kid in him will attend any event once there’s free food involved

Always willing to help with any laptop or phone issues you have, but can get annoying about it - he really gets into his work

Gives Mason any tech freebies he gets from work that he doesn’t want

#crescent:intro #parental neglect tw #foster care tw #let's plot nerds

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poetdreamerfool · 3 years

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2020 Poetry in Motion Series #5 - black atlas ii | © poet.dreamer.fool - based on the poem: “nick of time”

The blunt did burn The world did turn I watch I learn; Soliloquy away I ain’t concerned-- I don’t listen to parrots I don’t retweet or reshare it Blunt in my mouth Like bugs with his carrot Whats up doc? Wassup pops? I did it my way I Mastered my craft Without a sensei I pray

That my enemies send their evil same day So I can convert it To the Strength of Hercules And power through my darkest hour A Baggie full of Something sour; Me, Ebony in an ivory tower; I’d die a battle Before I’d live a coward. Death to The dutiful pills We swallow; Along came an orange spider-- Who knows What’ll follow? Majestic Resisting arrested; Eclectic Cops pop We slide To the side like electric;

Show no weakness; A throne is just chair-- Life ain’t no crystal stair Equal ain’t the same as fair.

Unprepared, Running scared, Running man, Uncle Sam In the fire out the pan;

Out of luck, On the cusp; In school I sat in front of the class But the back of bus-- No child left behind School to prison pipeline We Anonymous and forgotten

They picked us:

Not like Fruit or a slave But like cotton.

I, The black man misbegotten

An afterthought of a universe So perverse;

Contra guns The way The words disperse You can hear

The African bones In every verse You can hear All the times I stole 20 out my momma purse You can hear The desperation and fear the power To comprehend and the will to persevere Us fellas, We trade our sweat For tears-- we don’t cry with our eyes, We cry with our whole bodies; Riding shotty In something gaudy Call it potty Cause I’m the shit Or cause I smoke weed Whichever fits You can keep your Stones and sticks You can bring the blitz I’ll get the pass off in the nick Of time. I got greatness written On my heart like valentine Be mine My plans come together Fibonacci with the design In school I did my homework During free time See After school that's for art My former self I dearly depart Am I the flame Or the spark? I know I’m chosen I can feel it in my quarks Baby I ain’t thirsty But I feel a little parched I feel like I’m shark And that its only a matter of time before I make my mark Spent most of my life in park Or neutral Every decision Is crucial My way with words Is particularly unusual Up next On the usual suspects Poor choices and An The ending you’d expect And a Preoccupation with excess

Avant garde with my old shit Street fighter flow Fuck a punchline I’ll give you a whole kick Niggas spring one leak And they tossing The whole ship The jakes screaming freeze Ain’t that some cold shit Kung Lao Off the top Heart blacker than Noob Saibot Keep it subzero What other choice I got When they playing the game on easy And each of my fights is the boss

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icecoldflames · 4 years

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Chapter 6 - The Mystery of Sanders Castle

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Present Day, England

If not for the fact that Roman spent almost all night reading a book, he wouldn’t have slept. He was that excited. But, as soon as his head hit the pillow he was out like a light, dreaming of gay princes running around the 19th century.

Over the next few days, Roman devoured the larger book Satomi had suggested to him. All that was running through his mind was about Prince Logan and Prince Virgil. He wanted to read the other one in case he was making things up. But no, this book was more detailed and gave him even stronger vibes that the two princes were in a secret relationship.

As soon as he finished the second book, he called Satomi over during breakfast as soon as he saw her walk into the dining hall. He had already told Patton about Prince Virgil and Prince Logan’s maybe relationship a couple minutes earlier.

Satomi made her way through the first circle so she could sit across from Roman and Patton. “Wassup?” She asked with a smile, sliding into her seat.

Roman, who had been so excited to share, suddenly didn’t know how to bring it up. Fragments of sentences bubbled up from inside of him. “The princes! Virgil and Logan! Their relationship. Did you pick up on it? That they were in a relationship?”

Satomi smiled widely. “Yes,” she banged her fists on the table, causing a couple of students nearby to look at her oddly. “Someone finally picked up on it. I’ve been trying to tell mom for years but she never listens to me—she never listens to me a lot of the time anyways,” she rolled her eyes. She plonked three massive waffles onto her plate. “You’re the first person I know who’s realized it.”

“Is there any proof?” Patton asked, looking curiously at Satomi.

Satomi put on her mysterious face as she poured a heaping of maple syrup on her waffles. “Yes and no.”

“How’s that possible?” Roman asked.

“There are letters that I think were sent between Virgil and Logan. However,” she rolled her eyes again, “mom says that since they aren’t signed specifically by Logan and Virgil, it’s jumping to conclusions that they corresponded with each other.”

“Love letters?” Roman repeated, eyes as wide as saucers. “Why do you think they’re between Logan and Virgil?”

Satomi sat thoughtfully as she chewed, contemplating this. Finally, she said: “I don’t know.”

“So how are the letters signed?” Roman said curiously. “And do you have them?” He wondered what Virgil and Logan talked about. Were they like John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton? Like Alex Claremont-Diaz and Prince Henry from one of his favourite books, Red White and Royal Blue?

“One of them sends it to ‘Infinitesimal Professional’ while the other sends it to ‘Sweet Violet’,” Satomi explained to an eager Roman. “The letters are careful to avoid conversation of anything that could be proof—and if they do, they use codenames—but I’m almost sure that they are letters between Virgil and Logan.”

Roman thought back to his books. “So, in that case, these letters must have been sent between the time when Virgil and Philomena went back to Betrug after they visited Logan’s castle. Because they hadn’t known each other before Logan’s castle and they died right after Virgil’s!”

“Exactly,” Satomi nodded enthusiastically. “And as for where they are, they’re in the library.”

“Perfect!” Roman exclaimed, beginning to shovel the rest of his breakfast into his mouth. “Then we can go before class.”

“Uh, not exactly,” Satomi frowned. “The library as in the public library. In town.”

Oh. Roman deflated. They weren’t allowed to leave Violet Branch’s grounds unless it was for a field trip. And none of his teachers said anything about an upcoming field trip to town.

Satomi shrugged. “We’ll just sneak out tonight.” She said it so nonchalantly that Roman almost didn’t process what she had said.

Patton, who had been uncharacteristically quiet up until this point, put his foot down at this. “Uh, you are not sneaking out of school and going to the public library.” He looked shocked that Satomi even suggested it. “What if you were to get caught? And not even that, you’ll be breaking and entering.”

Roman probably should have known this was coming.

“I’m not letting you two run off to—”

“Get killed or worse expelled?” Roman cut in quickly, trying to make a joke. “C’mon, Patton. This is really exciting. What if Prince Logan is my great great grandfather or something?”

“Actually, he would be roughly your great great great great great great great grandfather,” Satomi interjected.

“Roman, I’m not allowing you to sneak out,” Patton said, ignoring Satomi’s comment. “I—” he began, but promptly shut his mouth as soon as that single letter got out.

Weird, Roman thought.

“—I just can’t. It’s not right,” Patton finally finished, his face a little flushed.

“I can just sneak out myself and bring the book back to you,” Satomi replied with a shrug. “Either way works for me.”

Patton’s eyes bugged out of his head.

Roman could practically hear Patton’s thoughts in his own head. Steal a book? Steal? He rolled his eyes. He would like to go with Satomi when she retrieved the book. But obviously Patton wasn’t going to allow it.

Roman swallowed. “You’re right,” he told Patton with a nod.

Satomi looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

He gently kicked her leg under the table. “It is wrong. And Satomi shouldn’t get the book herself either. She shouldn't steal from the public library. Besides, someone might’ve taken the book out and it might not even be in the library. I can ask to go whenever the first field trip will be.”

Patton looked at Roman with narrowed eyes, as if trying to detect if he was lying. Roman kept his face sincere, as if he really believed what he was saying, and eventually Patton turned away. “Good.”

***

Roman had math first and he was glad he and Satomi shared that class. On their way to Ms. Cirenza’s room, they planned how they would get to the public library. Well, Satomi planned it.

“There’s actually a secret passageway leading to the library,” Satomi explained as they walked. “Both it and the library are old. I sometimes wonder what the library used to be before it was a library. The plaque on the building said it was created in 1903. Must’ve been important for a secret passageway to lead to it.”

Throughout the class, they whispered about their plan to get pictures of the letters between the princes. They were looking for anything that could point to Prince Virgil or Prince Logan. Satomi had already been through them but she obviously couldn’t remember everything. Anyway, a new set of eyes could prove useful.

Roman hoped he could find something.

And, although Patton didn’t know any of this, Roman still wasn’t positive Patton believed him when he told him that he wouldn’t go steal the book. Roman knew Patton wouldn’t call him out or anything—that just wasn’t Patton’s style. Roman thought that perhaps Patton would make a quick visit into Roman’s dorm to see if he was still there when they decided to put their plan into action.

So, in his mind, he enlisted the help of Maxime and Oskar. He hoped they were willing. Throughout the day, Roman thought of what he would say to Maxime who was definitely more likely to be like Patton and be against him being out of bed after curfew.

Besides Roman and Satomi’s plans to go to the library, Roman was introduced to two new teachers and their classes. The first class was drama with Ms. Neville. Oskar was in that class too and they had a lot of fun participating in the exercises.

The second was an elective he had had to audition for before he even arrived at Violet Branch: choir. It was the only class Roman shared with Patton. Roman didn’t know which class he liked better. It was like he was living in a dream.

On Thursday, the day Satomi said would be ideal for their plan because of the teacher rounds that evening, Roman put their plan into motion. If there was anything he learned about faking sick, you had to do it hours beforehand. You couldn’t just magically have a stomach ache right before trumpet lessons. No, you had to claim a bellyache as soon as you came home from school. And you had to constantly complain about it (but not too much that your parents forced you to take medicine). And, by the time trumpet lessons rolled around, you had a perfectly good, and convincing, excuse not to go.

“Oof, I think I must’ve eaten something at lunch that’s not agreeing with me,” Roman said to Patton, holding his stomach.

Patton looked over at Roman worriedly. “Are you okay? Do you need to go to the nurse’s office?”

Roman shook his head and put a determined look on his face. “No, I’m not missing choir.”

Then, at supper he didn’t eat much and complained a little again. He told Patton he was going to go to bed early and excused himself, going back to the dining hall once Patton left to get a proper supper.

And then he was off to his dorm room to put the next part of the plan into motion.

However, as soon as Roman arrived at his dorm, he found that he had assumed incorrectly. His impression that Maxime wouldn’t be likely to help him was wrong. It was Oskar who didn’t want him going and lying to Patton.

When he had told them in quiet voices his plan (not about sneaking off to the public library with Satomi, but about them lying to Patton that he was sick in bed part), Maxime had just shrugged and went back to reading his book while Oskar was adamant that he shouldn’t break any rules. At least not yet.

“We’re only in Year 1, Roman,” Oskar whisper-shouted. “We’re at the bottom of the food chain. I wouldn’t mind so much if we were in Year 4 or 5 and you were doing it, but Year 1?”

Roman glanced over at Maxime, hoping for backup, but found that Maxime had quietly slipped out of the room. He fixed his gaze back to Oskar. “Listen, I won’t be caught, okay?”

“You can’t promise that! You don’t know what’s going to happen. Some teacher or another student might just be happening by and rat you out. And what if your brother demands to see your face? What are Maxime and I supposed to do?”

Roman tried to calm him down. “I’m telling you, the recording should work.” He was rather proud of the sick sounding voice he had mustered up while lying face-first into his pillow.

Oskar still wasn’t convinced, though. “What if he forces himself in? Or calls a teacher? I can’t not let a teacher in our room if they’re right there. And what are you even doing, out of bed past curfew!? It’s our first full day here, what could you be possibly doing?”

“Does it have anything to do with the portrait that looks exactly like you but is actually a prince from the 19th century?” Maxime’s voice piped up and Oskar and Roman jumped up in surprise.

“What?” They both asked in unison, swivelling their heads to look over at their roommate.

Maxime held up his phone and plopped down on his bed. He showed it to the other two boys expectantly.

Oskar looked over at Roman, glancing at the picture of Prince Logan’s portrait on Maxime’s screen. He snapped his head back to Roman. “He looks exactly like you.”

“How did you know about that portrait? It’s in a dead end hallway,” Roman said.

Maxime shrugged. “I had my first art class today and Ms. Nomura had us explore the castle for our favourite portraits and stuff. I happened upon it and was a bit confused…”

“It’s like you’re twins,” Oskar marvelled. He turned to Roman. “But what does that have to do with your little expedition?”

So Roman explained a little to get both of them up to speed. It took a little less than five minutes but, by the end, Roman was out of breath.

“You’re going with Satomi?” Oskar repeated at the end of it all.

“Yeah.”

Oskar put a hand over his chest and breathed out a sigh of relief. “You could have told me that first! That girl’s in my gym class and she looks like she could be some kind of super spy.”

“Oh,” Roman said, his eyes widening slightly. He didn’t really understand where Oskar was coming from but, at least now he was on board with the whole plan. “Well, yeah, she’s coming with me.”

As if in cue, there was a light rap on their door. All three boys jumped up, startled at the sudden sound.

Roman quickly climbed off of his bed and quietly opened the door. His eyes lit up as he saw Satomi who was grinning in a dark hoodie and pants.

Roman glanced back at Oskar and Maxime who gave him a thumbs up and smile. “You know what to do if Patton comes, then?”

“Yup,” Oskar whispered back.

Roman grinned and shut the door with a click.

And then they were off.

Satomi led him through the smaller hallways, avoiding the larger ones. She told him in a hushed voice that the teachers on duty only went through them every hour while they patrolled the main ones every thirty minutes. She knew the schedule of all the teachers and told him this was the ideal teacher combination. None of the real strict teachers (including her mom) were on duty.

They hurried down a spiral staircase in the back—Roman was sure Satomi had led them into the staff part of the castle but he wasn’t sure, everything was so dark and looked the same.

The basement of Violet Branch was pretty empty. It housed the kitchens and a ton of dorms which used to be staff bedrooms.

Satomi stopped so abruptly at a stone wall that Roman almost smacked into her.

“Here we are,” she whispered. Roman couldn’t see her face but he knew she was smiling in excitement.

The wall was any ordinary wall. Stone. Hard. Grey. The usual. There was a large wooden utility wardrobe, however.

Satomi reached out and pulled one of the doors open. She pulled out a penlight, flicked it on, and shoved it in Roman’s hand. “Hold it for me, will you?”

Satomi pulled out a large rug and mop and broom before sliding the back panel over, revealing a gaping hole.

Roman eyed it nervously and pointed the light into the hole.

“C’mon,” Satomi urged, gesturing for Roman to go in first. “I have to put the things back in the closet.”

Roman swallowed his fears and stepped into the wardrobe. It creaked just slightly at his weight and he immediately went onto the stone platform of the passageway.

Satomi grabbed the rug and mop (how strong was she?) and walked into the entrance of the passageway backwards, placing the items in their spot before replacing the back panel.

She turned around, grinned, and pointed forwards. “Let’s go.”

The stairs led downwards and Roman would have hated walking down without Satomi’s penlight. He assumed the people in the past brought lanterns down with them.

They continued down the stairs until it gradually turned into just a straight floor with gradual inclines and declines.

They walked in mostly silence until Satomi finally spoke. Her voice was a hushed whisper. “What’s your relationship like with Patton?”

The question took Roman off guard. “What? What do you mean?” Did Satomi think he was a bad brother or something? He became defensive. “My relationship with Patton is just fine.”

“Oh, sorry,” Satomi said. “I-I just thought…” she shook her head. “Nevermind.”

“Uh, no. You can’t just say something like that and not say what you were thinking,” Roman said, flicking the penlight all over the stone walls.

Satomi didn’t say anything for the longest time. “I just…from the vibes I got from your brother he…” she trailed off.

“What?”

“He just seemed…I dunno…like he didn’t want to be here?” She said this all in a rush with her fists clenched.

Roman, who had been about to explode in questions, suddenly deflated like a balloon. He furrowed his brows together. “Huh? What do you mean?” He stopped short. “What do you know about Patton? He’s my brother.”

“Like I said, nevermind,” Satomi shook her head once again. “Forget I said anything.” A second of silence passed through them before Satomi spoke again. “You know, what I’ve been thinking for a while is that, if Prince Virgil and Prince Logan were gay and Logan never had a child with Philomena, then how are you here?”

Roman, who had been thinking about Patton and analyzing everything his brother had done since coming to Violet Branch, stopped in his tracks. Satomi’s words finally sunk in. “Hey yeah…you’re right. Could it have been possible for Philomena and Logan to have a child?”

“I don’t think so. I mean, they didn’t even get married so it’s highly unlikely Philomena could have been pregnant with Logan’s heir.”

Roman thought for a long moment, mulling two very different things over in his mind.

“Ah, here we are,” Satomi said, bringing Roman out of his thoughts.

Roman shined the pen light ahead more and he could just make out the beginnings of a ladder.

Satomi went first. She took the pen light and put it in her mouth so she could see the little hatch in the top. Then, she unlocked the hatch before pushing upwards with all of her might. The wooden hatch groaned and creaked before finally giving in and swinging upwards. She disappeared through the hole.

Roman quickly followed suit, the floor creaking under him as he popped his head up through and saw a room filled with books, a light bulb already on above. It looked like they were in some kind of back room.

Satomi was inspecting a bookshelf on the back wall.

Roman pulled himself through the trap door and glanced around. “Is the book here?” He asked excitedly. He could feel the dust in the room and let out a sneeze.

“Bless you,” Satomi said, spinning around to face Roman. “I don’t think so. It should be in the main building.” She reached out, opened the nearby door, and flicked off the light.

The library was full of massive bookshelves with windows above the tall shelves so there was enough light to see without Satomi’s pen light. She walked quick and silently through the bookshelves, as if she was a ghost.

Roman hurried to catch up with her, still thinking about Patton and Virgil and Logan. Why would Patton not want to be at Violet Branch? The place was perfect. It was magical and cool and amazing. Patton wouldn’t have come if he hadn’t wanted to. It had been Patton’s decision, anyway.

But still, Satomi’s words stuck with him.

“Ah! Here it is!” Satomi exclaimed, pulling out a large binder. She walked swiftly to the nearest table and opened the binder. The letters were yellow with age and in permanent plastic sleeves to keep them pristine. She opened the binder and flicked through about a dozen letters before going back to the first one. Satomi pulled out her phone and began to take pictures.

Roman watched silently. Some of the letters were longer than others and the two handwritings were distinctly different. The letters to ‘Infinitesimal Professional’ were scratchy and slanted while the letters to ‘Sweet Violet’ were even and steady and small.

He caught a couple of words and snatches of sentences as Satomi flipped through the binder. He couldn’t wait to read them. What kind of secrets could be unlocked between love letters between two princes?

***

Satomi and Roman snuck back into the school the way they came and Satomi dropped him off near his hallway, telling him that they’d meet up after breakfast and before first class to check out the first couple of letters in the library.

Roman came to his dormroom’s closed door and breathed out in relief as he didn’t see a line of light from under it. He pushed open the door quietly and shut it behind him before whispering into the dark, “I’m turning on the lights—brace yourselves, if you’re up.”

Patton stared at him, sitting cross-legged on Roman’s bed.

Oskar was fast asleep under his covers and Maxime glanced, wide-eyed, between Roman and Patton. ‘I’m sorry,’ he mouthed to Roman before saying, “I’m going to use the bathroom,” and stood up and left the room.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to sneak out with Satomi to look at those letters,” Patton whispered. He was in his light blue PJ’s and Oskar’s spinning night light made dark shadows flicker against his face.

Roman stood in the doorway. “You don’t understand Pat,” he said, keeping his voice low so he wouldn't wake Oskar. “I need to know what’s going on. I need to know what happened in Prince Logan’s life.”

Patton frowned deeply. “You’re right. I don’t understand. These people are in the past. If historians haven’t figured it out yet, I doubt two teenagers will. And, anyway, you can’t just break into a public library. There are consequences.”

Roman stepped forward and stared into Patton’s blue eyes. Satomi’s words rang in his ears. “Do you want to be here?”

Whatever Patton had been expecting Roman to say, it wasn’t that. “What?” Patton asked. “What are you talking about?”

“Do you want to be at Violet Branch?” Roman repeated steadily.

“I don’t understand,” Patton sputtered. “Of course. I have to be here.”

Roman walked even closer until he was at the foot of his bed. “You didn’t answer my question, Pat. Do you want to be here?” Something was flowing through him and he wasn’t sure if it was anger or sadness.

Patton ran a nervous hand through his hair and he swallowed. “I-I...why are you asking me this?”

“Patton.”

Patton sighed and closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, he said, “you don’t understand.”

Roman sat down at the end of the bed. “Then explain.”

Patton bent down and held his head in his hands. He sighed. “When you first presented Violet Branch’s pamphlet to mom and dad and they said they would think about it, they actually were planning on not sending you at all. You stomped up to your room because they didn’t give a definite answer but I stayed at the supper table where they said they didn’t want to send you all the way to England alone at just 14 years old. So I said that I’d go too and then we’d be together at school.”

“I didn’t really want to go and be so isolated but I wanted you to go. You always got so passionate about things and always knew what you wanted. I didn’t want your dreams to be crushed if they didn’t have to be. So…yeah,” Patton shrugged. “I told mom and dad that I’d go to Violet Branch too.”

Roman felt his heart sink. “When you were 14 and went to your first year, that was a month into your relationship with Remy…” He had sent Patton off to England just when he had started dating his boyfriend. He closed his eyes. “Oh my gosh, Pat, I feel awful.” His whole body was numb.

“No, it’s okay. Uh, England’s nice. The people here are kind.” He shrugged again but he wouldn’t look Roman in the eye.

Roman straightened his back defiantly. “I’m telling our parents to not enroll you next year. I don’t want to be the one to come between you and Remy.”

“Roman, you can’t do that. If I come home then you have to come home too. Didn’t you hear me? Our parents don’t want to leave you here by yourself.”

“But they left you here for two years until I came up!” Roman retorted.

Both Patton and Roman’s mouth clamped shut as Oskar let out a loud yawn and rolled over to his other side.

“Yeah, because I would only be left alone for two years. If they just let you come up here on your own, that would be five,” Patton hissed.

Roman took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m calling mom and dad. I can take care of myself.”

Patton opened his mouth to oppose but Roman cut him off. “What’s done is done. Satomi has the pictures of the letters. I promise to not break any more laws while in school here. Patton, if you don’t like it here, you shouldn’t be forced to be here because of me.”

Patton began crying and Roman pulled him into a big hug. “I love you,” Patton muttered.

A single tear escaped Roman’s left eye and he smiled. “You’re the best brother ever. And you deserve to be back home with your boyfriend and mom and dad.”

Once Patton had wiped his nose and eyes, and he wasn’t crying anymore, he said, “I have to show you something tomorrow. It has to do with Philomena Scharf.”

#the mystery of sanders castle

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extreme-technicality · 4 years

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Ao3 writer tag

Tagged by @maplefudge and @gummyconcrete!!! Thanks lovelies!!!!!!

Ao3 name: Dadzawa

Fandoms: published? BNHA and BotW. Planned? Add RWBY, Little Witch Academia, and low key the mcu c.2012 to that list

Number of Fics: 11

1. Fic you spent the most time on:

I think this one is Grumpy Cat, if only because it’s my one(1) multichap fic that I’ve sorta abandoned but shhhhh

2. Fic you spent the least time on:

Come To Bed cuz I literally wrote it in an hour and a half one night when I couldn’t sleep

3. Longest fic:

Grumpy Cat (18.7k)

4. Shortest fic:

Come To Bed (443)

5. Most hits:

Secrets (the one maple, sai, and I wrote together lmaooooo)

6. Most kudos:

Secrets as well

7. Most comment threads:

Grumpy Cat

8. Favorite fic you wrote:

You can’t do this to me you can’t make me cHOOSE between my B A B I E S

But it’s definitely The Space Between Them

9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on:

There’s two: I Wanna Live With You, Even When We’re Ghosts and A Hero, an Insomniac, and a Villain Walk Into a Cat Cafe… for wildly different yet absolutely identical reasons. The former could absolutely be tweaked for Maximum Pain, the latter for Maximum Meme, and neither of them have left me alone since I wrote them. Also I think I wrote Bakugou ooc in the latter and, like, it bothers me even more now than it did two months ago. And it bothered me a LOT two months ago

10. Share a bit of WIP or share a story idea you’re planning:

*eyes my massive fucking WIP pile and snorts* y’all want some krbk? Some tddk to Spice Things Up? Ooh ooh how about some fair game, cuz I’m still SO salty about v7? Diakko flower shop AU? That’s more a concept than anything else, tho. There’s also that unfinished shinkami smut I started months ago, there’s Duckugou Quacksuki, An Unconventional Soulmate AU (that’s deadass a year old at this point kfhcggs), or do y’all want the chapter of Grumpy Cat I was working on? I’m drowning in WIPs, it’s fine,

Actually here, have a half-written chapter 10 of Grumpy Cat, ft. Bakugou and Mt. Lady as cousins who act more like siblings

Idiot Tako: thotsuki ur mom wants u to call her asap

Idiot Tako: also wHEN ARE YOU BRINGING EIJI BACK TO THE RESTAURANT?! I WANT TO SEE MY LITTLE BOY!!!

There were also a few missed calls from his mom, not to mention the avalanche of messages from his fucking friends in the group chat. Katsuki ignored them all and focused on the texts from Yuu. He chewed his lip for a moment.

Me: Hey, Yuu.

Idiot Tako: Who am I fighting.

Me: Wtf? You’re not fighting anybody, dumbass. I can fight them myself.

Idiot Tako: in my defense, u called me Yuu. u /never/ call me Yuu unless it’s important.

Idiot Tako: So wassup, Katsuki?

Uhhhh gonna tag @albino-pony @let-me-wander @pulling-all-mighters @arxaris @icyhotheartwritings and anyone else who wants to play!!!

#grumpy cat was genuinely good yall im kinda surprised #also fun fact the last time i worked on that one was august 3rd 2019 #also also wAY TO SUMMON THE GHOSTS OF ALL MY PAST WORKS AND CURRENT WIPS #dadzawa writes #kingdomheartstrashmouth

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goddessofthundathighs · 6 years

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Naked Cuddles

Pairing: Poly!Erik x Black OC

Word Count: 1,200

Premise: After being away from home for a month, Bastion just wants some loving that only Daddy can give..

A/N: This was written for my baby love @bastioncarterstevens-udaku because she’s a precious lamb & I like her most of the time.

After a 6 hour flight, 5 model breakdowns, 4 tiresome weeks, 3 stressful runway shows, 2 major design releases, and 1 career changing photoshoot, Bastion Stevens-Udaku was finally back to her Westcoast home. She’d been in New York City collaborating with Jeremy Scott for her Bastion 2018 fashion line and working with Donatella Versace for a photoshoot dedicated to her and the rest of the Stevens-Udaku klan. To say that she was exhausted was an understatement.

When she crossed the threshold of the condo, she was met with the sight of her partners in crime, Aly’Sha and Hennessy. Hennessy was seated at the kitchen table going over what looked to be formulas while Aly’Sha sat on the couch engaged in a heated game of Mafia III.

“Wassup bitches,” she called out, making her way down the hall.

“Wassup, lil nigga,” Aly’Sha called over her shoulder, not wanting to break her focus from the game. Hennessy only hummed in greeting, too preoccupied with the work in front of her. Bastion walked over to each woman, hugging them as much as either of them would allow before turning her attention to the object of her affection.

“Where’s—”

Before she could finish her question, both women pointed toward the bedroom at the end of the hall. Damn, am I really that thirsty? She asked herself before turning to walk down the hall.

“Yes,” both women replied in unison. What could they say, they knew her a little better than she knew herself sometimes.

She stopped just outside his bedroom before peeking her head inside.

“Hiiiii,” her small voice called out from the doorway. He chuckled in response before holding his arms out to her. She was the smallest, brattiest, and most annoying of the klan, but she was also the most affectionate, and he loved that the most. When he was having a bad day, he knew that he could curl up to her like the big cat that he is and stay wrapped in her embrace for as long as he pleased.

“Hey babygirl,” he responded when she finally reached him. She positioned herself on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I missed you Daddy Boo,” she stated as she cuddled deep into his neck.

“I missed you too baby. How was New York?”

“Long, tiresome, and necessary! The Bastion Collection will be Jeremy’s biggest release to date and the photos with Donatella turned out beautifully, I just hate that you guys had to leave so soon.”

“I know babygirl, but Henny and I had some stuff to take care of here that couldn’t wait,” he replied, rubbing small circles in her back. These were the moments she craved the most, his softness and overall affection. Unfortunately for her, she was a spoiled brat that only seemed to react in the key of temper tantrum whenever things didn’t go her way.

“So like, what are you doing for the rest of the night?” she asked in her most innocent voice.

“Why? You need something?” he asked teasingly. He knew how long it had been since they’d spent time with one another and that her little bratty ass was more than a little touch starved.

“Well, yeah… I thought that maybe I could sleep in here tonight.. Or the rest of the week.. Haven’t made my mind up yet,” she said with a smile. He laughed, cradling her in his arms. He positioned himself to sit against the headboard while she straddled his lap.

“Take your shirt off, I want to feel the texture,” she stated, looking at him like a lioness stalking her prey. He happily obliged, without hesitation. That was something that all of his wives had in common; they all loved the way his scars felt against their skin and he didn’t mind endulging.

She cuddled deep into his arms, burying her face in his chest and inhaling his scent. She lifted her head briefly to look into his warm onyx eyes.

“Damn nigga, who told you to be this fine? Like I’m not understanding.”

His hearty laugh made his chest shake beneath her head. Satisfied with his reaction, she continued.

“It honestly makes me mad. Like you don’t need to be this fine, sir.” He only shrugged in response, still laughing at her antics. He placed a finger under her chin, pulling her face up into a chaste kiss that she instantly melted into. His calloused hands gently pulled down the straps of her dress, letting it collect at her hips.

“I thought we were cuddling Daddy Boo,” she stated, feeling the heat in her Nani rising.

“We can still cuddle without clothes,” he replied, peppering her neck with soft kisses.

She relented easily, after all, it had been a month since she’d felt his touch. Her tiny hands caressed his broad arms and shoulders, tracing the intricate scaring she loved so much. Their lips found one another again as he maneuvered her to lie on her back. He kisses a slow trail from her throat to her breasts, and then down her stomach to her aching Nani. She whined in need as he nipped at the insides of her thighs, knowing how much she hated to be teased.

“You missed Daddy, Princess?” he asked, still teasing her inner thighs with light nips and kisses.

“Yes Daddy,” she responded breathlessly, attempting to push herself onto his face to speed this process along. His rough hands on her hips stopped her movements.

“Whatchu running, Princess? Did you forget who I was?” his voice had reduced to the deep gravel that made her sugar walls quake.

“N-no Daddy,” she whimpered, as his thick tongue finally made contact with her dripping core. He licked and slurped like he’d been dehydrated for days. His expert tongue poked and prodded her center like he was digging for treasure and her throbbing nub was the x that marked the spot. Her tiny fingers secured his dreads in a tight vice grip as he continued to lap up her sweet nectar. Her juices tasted as though they flowed directly from the Ancestral Plane; she was a literal goddess on earth. When he looked up to see her coming undone from his ministrations, he was edged to continue. He slipped two fingers into her slickness, pumping slowly. Her hips slowly rolled against him, anxiously chasing her release.

“Look at you, whimpering and shit. I see you’ve found your place in this relationship. What’s your name, baby?” he purred into her center.

“Nasty Bitch,” she whined, still grinding herself on his thick fingers.

“You Daddy’s Little Nasty Bitch, Bastion?”

Her screams reverberated off the walls as her orgasm washed over her. Her body quaked with aftershock as he cleaned her up and pulled her into his arms.

“What about you Daddy Boo?” she asked sleepily into his chest.

“I’m good babygirl, get your rest. You’re gonna need it for the rest of the week.”

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changedlives · 5 years

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RIGHTEOUS

I actually typed this out yesterday, then I got scared. But Bishops message tonight further reiterated Gods instructions..so I apologize in advance that this is so long..here goes: Somehow Bishop is always preaching exactly what I need to hear. Every. Single. Message. Last Sunday at the 11:15, he gave us a whole therapy session about not being ashamed. And it made me recognize something about myself..I’m not ashamed of what most people think I should be ashamed of. I was a sex worker for almost a year and a half, up until 2 months before I started attending Harvest. I made the decision to walk away from all of that, and then God brought me in closer. At first, I was a stripper, which I thought wasn’t THAT bad bc you’re just simulating sex, there are laws, no ones allowed to touch you and visa versa..then I let the man I was dating coerce me into doing full service because of the fact I’d been molested and raped growing up, “Men take from you anyways, you might as well get some money from it.” He manipulated me with my vulnerabilities. After him saying it so many times, it started making sense..but it never made me dollars because he took most of it. I’m not proud of any of the events that carried out in the timespan that I was trapped, but I’m not ashamed of it..I did what I had to to survive. Some people will never understand this, and I pray they NEVER have to. I’m ashamed that I chose alllll my Judas’s. I’m ashamed I escape one abusive relationship, just to dive into another soon as I begin to date again. I’m ashamed that I allowed my counselors analysis to be correct that I “subconsciously attract people that will let me down.” I’m ashamed that I ignored red flags. I’m ashamed that I was working against myself. I’m ashamed that it took me this long to recognize my worth. But I’m also very proud that I am recognizing my worth, and redesigning my thought process, and trusting God, and living my life in a way that will make God proud..in a way God can move through me. Last Saturday, I spent the better part of my afternoon/evening begging the person who’s child I’m currently pregnant with to leave/let me leave. I have been in a(nother) toxic relationship, and I’m ashamed of it. At the beginning of this series, Bishop Foreman mentions James 5:16 “Therefore, confess your sins to one another, and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working.” He then led us through a prayer to prevail through every issue, every obstacle, and every enemy. Now, during the month of April, I gave more than I’ve ever given..and I prayed differently than I’ve ever prayed. My relationship had also gotten more toxic than it had ever been. I followed the prayers Bishop led us through in church. I wrote them down and read them every moment I felt weak or weary. Fast forward to the last message of the series..Bishop reminded me I have nothing to be ashamed of. I am overcoming every previous wiring/habits in my being..I’m healing what my parents refused to acknowledge, so that I don’t pass my scars to my children. The best part is.. after that awful Saturday of praying for my safety and my children’s safety for nearly 6 hours.. I got home from church on Sunday morning, & all of my partners things were gone. He turned in his keys and told me if I can figure out my rent for this month, he’ll do as he had promised previously and still pay my rent til July, but also leave me all the way alone and only discuss baby things. God answered my prayers and blessed me by removing someone from the picture that wasn’t worthy of my stress. Statistically speaking, leaving is the most dangerous part of a toxic/abusive relationship. God didn’t make me leave..God made HIM leave. Which means...I know I did all that and a whole lot more..but I’M RIGHTEOUS. God answered my prayer as soon as I was brave enough to pray it. There’s honestly sooo much more I could say..but this is already way too long..I do not like speaking on my life. I’m terrified of being judged by people who simply don’t know the whole story, so I’d rather keep it all to myself. But right as I was debating whether I should share my testimony or not, the app sent me a reminder to share a testimony. Lol, wassup God speaking to me LOUD & CLEAR. 😭🙏😅 Although I’ma have to Fast differently because my body is creating another life rn, I know this Fast is going to bring so much clarity and strength and abundance to my family and financials! Thank you so much for your leadership, Bishop!

#Harvest #Praise #Jesus #Testify #Testimony #submission

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dacreskars · 6 years

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Personal Trainer (Part 8)

Erik Killmonger x Reader

A/N: After delaying it so many times I’m finally posting this. I’m not gonna lie it kinda sucks because I just wanted to hurry up and post something so I read of this being the last part I’ll write part 9.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

You collapse as Erik catches you and he gets his phone to call 911. While on the phone he was doing everything he could to keep you up and alive until help arrived. As Erik sat in the hospital lobby your parents and sister show up and he tells them what happened. After a couple of hours the doctor shows up to let them know what’s going on.

It had been about two weeks since the shooting and Erik was standing in your now empty apartment gathering the last of your stuff. Erik and your dad spent the past couple of days removing everything from your apartment. The hospital was first time your family got to meet Erik and even though you guys weren’t together they loved him and grew close over time. Your dad and Erik took most of your things to storage and when they were done Erik dropped your dad off at home.

Erik arrived home bringing in some of the stuff he kept from your apartment. He later took a shower and threw on some sweats as he sat and played video games. An hour later you walk in with bags sitting them on the kitchen counter before you walk over to Erik sitting on his lap. “Hey!” You say kissing him as he takes his focus off the game to kiss you back. “Wassup princess.” He says looking at you. “Did you and my dad get everything out the apartment?” You ask. “Yeah we got everything we took most of what was left and put it in storage. But I brought some stuff that I knew you’d here, it’s over there.” He says tilting his head in the direction of the boxes.

You’d been in the hospital for a week when you were released. While in the hospital you knew that you didn’t want to go back to your apartment. You considered going to your parents house until you found something but Erik insisted you stay with him. It had now been a few days since you’d moved in with him and Erik felt like your relationship should be more than what it was and you two official. Erik pulls you closer to him. “Ouch baby that hurts.” You wince holding your stomach where you were still sore. “Oh shit baby I’m sorry.” He says letting you go. “It’s cool you can make it up to me later.” You say kissing him before getting up and walking away.

Your life was quickly getting back to normal now that Kevin was dead. Now that you didn’t have to worry about him coming around you were able to finally go about your life. You were starting a clothing line and opening up a new store. Erik wasn’t your trainer anymore but the two of you worked out together constantly. He even helped you out with your new store.

Two Years Later

Two years had passed and you were finally ready to debut your clothing line. You spent so much time perfecting your line you were excited to be releasing it. It was the night of your fashion show and you spent the final moments putting finishing touches on some of the clothes. The show started as you watched backstage and and cheered on the models. In the finale you walked down the runway behind the models before you reached the end and saw your family including Erik and your one year old daughter sitting in the crowd waving. You smiled at them making your way backstage to celebrate.

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dmwisdom · 7 years

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Hi ! So I'm pretty new to d&d in general; I've only done 2 one shots at my local game store haha. but I want to start my own homebrew campaign, since I don't have time to go to the game store every week. do you have any tips for writing a conspiracy/mystery style campaign, or just beginner DM tips in general? I know that a conspiracy will somehow be involved, but I'm just beginning to lay the groundwork. thanks so much (and I love this blog!!)

Wassup! I want to start this out by saying that my intention with this reply is not to discourage you from DMing -- seriously, we can’t ever have enough DMs and those of us that do run groups are always extremely excited and grateful when a player (or non-player/newbie) becomes a DM.

With that being said, it’s really important to know that running your own homebrew campaign is a ton of work. I usually put around 4 or 5 hours a week into the game, and that’s when my players aren’t really doing much. If I need to design a dungeon, detail the encounters and their triggers, come up with new ways to throw baddies at my players, maybe think up some fun puzzles, etc. I’m looking at a lot of prep work. On top of that, you will be worldbuilding; so you have to come up with locations (both a map of and details about said locations); people (who they are, their background, their personality); lore; etc.

So, my advice, if you don’t have time to go to the game store every week, is to pick up a module. Lost Mines of Phandelver, the module that comes with the starter kit, is a really great starter campaign! If you find yourself struggling to find time to come up with homebrew content, I would suggest you pick up one of those modules and work your party into that story.

The upside: all of that ^ is a lot of fun! It is oodles of fun coming up with your own dungeon. I never get tired of my players walking right past the thing they’re looking for, or watching my players try figuring out a puzzle when the answer is slapping them in the face! I haven’t run any official modules yet (I will soon though!) so I can’t really speak for how much fun running one of those can be, but I will never not enjoy watching other people interact with something I created all by myself (bonus points if they enjoy it!)

(I didn’t realize how much time I spent on that section of the post, whoops!)

You asked if I had any advice for a conspiracy / mystery style campaign, I do. (Wait, what? Shocker!) I haven’t run a game like this, but the campaign that introduced me to DnD had some of these elements. Story time: Some delinquent decided to torch the local school because they were teaching the students things that didn’t quite line up with the dominant religion of the region (lots of homebrew so I’m keeping it vague.) Since we are kind of a special police force for the city, we investigate the fire. After intense investigations, breaking through doors with an ethereal tiger, setting a criminal hiding under an invisibility cloak on fire, and the usual, we finally get down to the bottom of the crime. There were two people who did the actual arson (owner of the house with the now-broken door and the guy in his basement... who we set on fire...) and another person who orchestrated it. Now, we didn’t have any solid evidence of her involvement, but we are 98% sure she was behind it. The real kicker was that we couldn’t do anything to her because she was basically a cardinal to a pope (who later will become pope, making her even harder to touch agh!) The point of this story is that we know she did it, but we have no way of proving it. The actual police knows she did it, but they can’t prove it. The frustrating part of the conspiracy lay in the fact that we can’t actually prove anything so her smugass gets to walk free knowing she can’t be touched. It’s really, really frustrating.

My next piece of advice for a conspiracy/ mystery campaign is to have a few betrayals. One betrayal hurts but isn’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things. Too many betrayals and your players won’t trust anyone you introduce them to. My DM (same campaign from earlier) has revealed a couple of people to be behind some pretty major, shady events in the campaign and it sucks. It especially sucks because they were NPCs that we all really liked. I would also suggest having a red herring NPC; someone that is 100% involved and 100% in the open. That way, your group will be even more shocked when they learn about the involvement of one of their faves.

Since I’ve already written close to 800 words on this reply, I’m going to end it with some pretty general tips. Find someone on youtube who creates DM advice videos. Matt Mercer (Critical Role) has his own series. I prefer Matt Colville, however. His videos includes advice and examples from games he’s run. I can’t say whether or not Mercer does this, but he didn’t in the videos I watched.)

If you want me to expand upon some general DM tips, hit me up with another ask! This is already more than a page worth of content and I don’t want to overwhelm the homies.

#DnD #DnD 5e #Dungeons and Dragons #DM Advice #Player Tips

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elsewhereuniversity · 7 years

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So, going along with creepy little things that may or may not make EU a mostly believable chain of events, I think I befriended a forest.

Heads up, this might just random chance or coincidences; or i’m just dumb. Any way, the story goes like this: I lived close to my old school, and due to that fact I used to walk through this one forest to get to it, if the weather was nice. I do this for a few years, I think between about 5-8th grade. In between 7th and 8th, though, I start to take my dog for walk through the forest as well. Then, about in the middle of 8th grade, I found this little deer trail thingy (keep in mind that most of the trails skirt the edge of the forest, but this one cuts right into the middle) that I started to blaze into a person trail. The first dozen times through, I always came back with a ton of ticks trying to get at my flesh, burrs sticking to every surface of my body (legitimately every–I once spent ~2 hours picking those stupid burrs off me), and thorns grabbed at my clothes all the time (and not those big ones, either, they were the tiny little buggers that are like little knives and love ankles). This isn’t mentioning the fact that the forest had a really rather oppressive feel to it; it wanted me out and gone. After I had gone in and out of the forest time and time again, I would always come back sporting less burrs, almost no ticks, and maybe once or twice a thorn would peck at me, not to mention the fact that the demeanor of the forest was lightening (instead of being ‘what the actual bloodily fresh hell are you doing here you freaking idiot leave’ it was more along the lines of 'oh hey wassup you’re cool just don’t bring anyone else with you oh yea wanna see this one tree that fell over that i’m turning into a flower bed’). Between 8th and the middle of freshman year, though, I wasn’t able to get at the forest much, as it rained quite a bit so it was always soggy enough to be muddy. I got busy with schoolwork and then winter rolled around. During winter break, though, I decided I wanted to go back and stroll though the forest, where I got a face full of branches and thorns, and a pair of boots covered in burrs; however, after the initial 'greeting,’ the rest of the trail was mostly bare of those obstacles. Kinda spooky, kinda nice, kinda cool.

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explicitlytheballs · 7 years

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Not The Only One

It's Gelo week all week scroll down and just read.🙌😉 - Omniscient "I'Asia just chill, didn't I tell you I was at the gym, I'm on my way back now." Gelo said through the phone getting quite irritated at his girlfriend I'Asia. "So you mean to tell me that you spent a whole 5 hours at the goddamn gym when you said you was coming to see me 2 hours ago?" Gelo smacked his lips and hung the phone up in her face. "I know good and well he ain't just hang up in my face." I'Asia pulled the phone from her ear and looked at it. "I know he ain't spend no damn 5 hours in the gym I'm not stupid." She said going to her messages and tapping on "ZO2 🏀🤘" She started typing. How long were y'all at the gym 🤔 She saw the three dots pop up, then she saw the message. We was there for bout 2 hours then we left, why 😞 Nun thanks 🙂 She threw her phone next to her on the bed. "Fuck he gotta lie for?" She folded her arms at sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him to get to her apartment. "That's some fucking bullshit, I knew his ass was lying." "Baby!" She heard him call out. I'Asia didn't say anything as he came into her bedroom smiling at her. "What's wrong?" He put his phone down beside her and tried to pull her in for a hug. "Don't touch me go get in the shower." She pushed him away, and sneakily put his phone under her thigh. He looked at her before turning around and going into the bathroom. She waited a few minutes until she heard the shower water cut on. She raced to the bathroom door, and looked under the door to make sure he was in the shower. She got up and grabbed his phone off the bed typing the password in, but it said it was incorrect. "Ohh, he changing passwords huh?" She typed in the password a few more times until it locked for 30 seconds. "Shit, I forgot about the finger print." She waited it unlocked again to put in her finger print and it unlocked. I'Asia usually didn't go through Gelo's phone, they've been together for 3 years and not one time has she picked up his phone and looked through it. Lately she noticed Gelo has been more distant, he hasn't been answering her calls, her texts, and he didn't even pick up for facetime. He'll text, or call back hours later with a simple "what?" I'Asia went straight to his messages. She scrolled and looked through all the conversations he had, had with people she didn't know, but nothing seemed suspicious. She then made her way to his DM's, snapchat, then twitter. Still nothing which seemed to be odd. "Maybe I'm just tripping, what is wrong with me?" She cut his phone off and sat it on the nightstand beside her bed. She started to feel guilty for going through his phone for 10 minutes and found nothing, making herself look dumb. She sat up at the headboard of the bed with her arms folded watching TV. Gelo opened the door and came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Why you always got a mean look on yo face damn?" He into the drawers looking for some boxers and a pair of basketball shorts. "I just wanna know why you changed your password to your phone? Is it something to hide or what?" I'Asia stared at him with her head cocked to the side. He held his head back before letting out a loud groan. "No, it's nothing to hide why you trippin' I just wanted to change my password, you don't even go in my phone so it shouldn't matter." He explained. "Then why change it if it's not something to hide then?" He smacked his lips and waved her off putting on his boxers and basketball shorts. "So you don't want to talk about it? What you cheating on me or something? Because I definitely feel like I'm not the only one." I'Asia hopped off the bed and pushing his shoulder so he could face her. "Well I'm sorry you feel that way." I'Asia back slapped Gelo making his face turn the opposite direction . He held his cheek and looked at her, clenching his jaw. "What the fuck do you mean? You're sorry I feel this way, are serious? I shouldn't even have to feel that way if you would just stop being so fucking distant, answer my texts, calls, and my FaceTime." Tears rolled down her eyes. Gelo then was the one with the guilty look on his face. "I'Asia- His phone started ringing and I'Asia rushed to the nightstand. She looked at the name and it read. "Yerm 🤙🤙" I'Asia stared directly into his eyes as she answered the phone. "Hello." "Hey Gelo I- "Wait who is this?" The female voice said. "No who is this? You calling my man phone so wassup?" "I'm his girlfrien- I'Asia hung up the phone and threw it onto the bed. "How fucking long Gelo! And if you don't answer I'll get one from that bitch that was just on the phone." "Baby I'm sor- "Yeah you look sorry Gelo, how long?" "5 months." Gelo wiped his hands over his face. "You know what, Gelo fuck you, get out!" I'Asia cried trying to push him out the door. "I'Asia stop!" He said holding her arms. "I hate you! Get out and take your clothes over that other bitch house or do you already have some over there? You ain't shit." I'Asia wiped her tears with her shirt. "I don't know what to say.." "Is one girl not enough for you?" He didn't say anything. "Can you just leave please? Just get your stuff tomorrow because I don't want to see you right now." I'Asia laid on the bed on her stomach with her head in her pillow. Gelo grabbed his phone before turning around and leaving out the door.

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boozedancing · 5 years

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G-LO: Well, you did it again! A red-eye flight from LAX to JFK on Tuesday evening, an afternoon of eating and drinking in Midtown Manhattan on Wednesday afternoon followed by a 4 hour Kosher BBQ and whisky event in Battery Park at a little thing called Kiddushfest – World of Whisky, Brews, and Que, post-event whisky and cocktails at The Dead Rabbit, a MASSIVE slice of artichoke pizza in the West Village at 1AM, 2.5 hours of sleep, and then a 9AM flight from JFK to LAX on Thursday morning. What’s your secret???

AK: We can sleep when we’re dead. Or at work. The thrill of the whisky festival chase gets the adrenaline flowing. So we chase. And chase. And chase. Oh, and the thought of seeing you was a huge thrill. Zzzzzzzz…

G-LO: WAKE UP! No sleeping on the job!

AK: I’m awake now! Jeez! That was my good ear you were yelling into.

G-LO: And yes yes, whisky festivals always get the blood pumping. Though as we’ve said before, it’s less about the actual whisky, and more about the opportunity to see friends. Whisky is THE excuse for all of us to get together. It’s a catalyst for chrissakes!

AK: Oh, indeed, we’re surely at the point these days in our whisky journey to admittedly care more about the people we see, the sights and sounds, and the food. Cask Strength GlenOak 12 “The Overly Ryed Series”, Single Barrel Old Whipper Snapper 18, and similar mean less now after realizing that all are overpriced, pretty horrible, and unnecessary. Whereas the friends we see at these events are none of those things.

G-LO: Whipper Snapper 18? I must have missed that one. I really should pack my reading glasses when I go to these things. I’m really glad you mentioned the food by the way! The NYC Jewbilee always took the food really seriously, so even though they’ve been mothballed for an undetermined length of time, I was very VERY pleased when we broke the news that their caterer, Ari White of The Wandering Que, was launching Kiddushfest to take its place. Mmmmmm….. BRISKET!

AK: Did someone say Brisket? Mmmmmm…I so gloriously recall Jewbilee II that we attended at the West Side Jewish Center in Midtown Manhattan. The Center was packed with people. It was packed, hot, and sweaty. I didn’t know anyone except from this thing called the internet. For all I knew, you were were a 5’ 8” blonde bombshell in 8” stilettos and fishnet stockings. Boy, was I wrong! I was scared beyond the capacity for rational thought. But I was also overwhelmed by the smell of whisky and cholent. I felt like I was in my grandmother’s house in Inglewood, CA. All the fear left my body as I waited in line for Ari’s delectable offerings. My head basically exploded. Then my stomach. I might have the order wrong.

G-LO: Explosion is an ugly (and messy) word. How about if we describe your experience at the outstanding Jewbilee II as a food and whisky-gasm? Much more appealing, and a little naughty too. In a nice way. The tagline for Jewbilee II should have been, “Leaves you satisfied and yearning for more…”.

While Kiddushfest was built around the same framework as the Jewbilees of Yore (that sounds like the name of a new BBC mini-series, no?), going from the West Side Jewish Center and Studio 450 (home of NYC Jewbilees III through VII) was quite a big change. We went from the hustle and bustle of Midtown Manhattan and the monolith that is Penn Station and Madison Square Garden to the just slightly less hustley and bustley area of Battery Park. In a way, we went back to the beginning, i.e. back to where the first settlements of what was once called New Amsterdam took place.

AK: Found this in my research (i.e. Wikipedia) on the origins of Battery Park as a public space in the 1840s:

Proponents said that the park would serve three purposes: abetting good health, improving the behavior of the “disorderly classes”, and showcasing the refinement of the city’s elite.

Well, my brand of public policy and civic benefit clearly believe that Kiddushfest is a great example of all three of those. Ok, maybe not the second one and the third one is kind of iffy but I’m sure we’re in way better health after the event. Who doesn’t feel better after a night of whisky and BRISKET?!

G-LO: While I can’t speak for you and your delicate constitution, I can speak for my very robust, Sicilian constitution, and let me tell YOU, I felt fan-freaking-tastic after Kiddushfest! I am quite confident in saying that the heady mix of yummy vittles, bottomless pours of The Water of Life, and delightful company in a picturesque waterfront location left me feeling refreshed and ready to take on The Town. Ok, so maybe not the WHOLE town, but I was definitely ready for a couple cocktails and some late-night snacks. And speaking of yummy vittles, you spent quite a bit of time speaking with the orchestrator of said yumminess, i.e. Sir Ari White! What was that all about?

AK: First off, my constitution is as robust as anyone!

Narrator: It wasn’t.

G-LO: Who was that???

Narrator: This was true. He was clueless.

G-LO: OK, that’s just freaky. I’m feeling like the Priest in Season 2 of Fleabag right now whenever that 4th wall was broken!

Narrator: But not as freaky as this blog.

AK: I’m forging ahead, pretending it’s one of the many voices in my head. Where were we?

G-LO: Ari White and The Wandering Que.

AK: Sounds like a band I’d like to be in. Talking to Chef White about smoky heaven. He can get all bbq nerdy or meaty egalitarian with ease. I’ve been nerding out on The Gospels of Aaron (Franklin) and Steven (Raichlen) as of late, trying to change my life, and make the perfect brisket on my Weber Kettle. Talking to Ari is another step in the process. And from a whole different angle since he cooks Kosher meat. But let’s not get too deep in the coals.

G-LO: You and your goddamn Brisket! I’m still holding out for an invite to the next West Coast Office Brisket & Whisky Fest. Bastard.

AK: First, it’s G-d damn Brisket. Let’s be respectful, you heathen. And second, my table always has a place for Elijah the Prophet, Scarlett Johansson, and you.

Madame Skiver-Barton enjoying a smoke and a whisky.

G-LO: I only heard bits and pieces of your Q-chat with Ari. While you two were talking, I was also listening to the Whisky Advocate peeps (Susannah and her Minions) discuss some stories that they were working on. I may be an eavesdropper, but I ain’t no multitasker! Especially when it comes to listening to two conversations at the same time. Tell me more about this Que-chat with Ari.

AK: Oh, we chatted about pink butcher paper, Aaron Franklin, wood, smoke, bark, cooking for a large group. You know, regular stuff. Probably the same stuff Ms. Skiver-Barton was going on about. You know how she is. She gets rolling on a topic and before you know it, you’re in the North Carolina weeds lost amongst the sycamores and fist-sized bugs wondering where the nearest fillin’ station is.

G-LO: Please, don’t even get me started on that Skiver-Barton woman. You know how it goes with those hyphenated last name people. Trouble with a capital “T”! Yes, I know that rhymes with “P”, and that that “P” rhymes with pool. But this ain’t River City, Pal! And we’re not talking about starting a marching band for wayward youth. We’re talking whisky and BBQ! And Madame of The Hyphenated Last Name most definitely knows her way around a North Carolina BBQ pit and a whisky distillery, so yes, we were most definitely in the weeds that night, but thankfully, the bugs weren’t so bad, and they were nowhere near fist-sized. What the hell were we talking about again???

AK: There may be nothing scarier than a hungry Susannah Skiver-Barton (aka SSB or Super Sonic Barton for short) waiting in line for brisket. The stomping of sensible shoes was surprising, I must say. I expected the drooling since I was too and, to be factually correct, we were standing by the door to the kitchen with the wafting of barbecue coming our way. Who wouldn’t drool? C’mon!

G-LO: Drool is such an ugly word. It’s right up there (or right down there depending upon your perspective) with moist. I prefer to say that our mouths were watering, and that the brisket was juicy and delicious. You know, cause it really was!

All this talk about brisket is making me hungry. Again! Let’s talk a bit about the whisky. Thoughts on the selections? Was there anything that really tickled your fancy? I mean, I certainly wasn’t gonna tickle your fancy! There’s a Mrs. West Coast Office for that bit of funny business.

AK: You’re such a tease. Well, we knew that Ari’s food would be A+ and it was! I might have had a couple of helpings of brisket. Only my tailor knows for sure. But we had no idea (at least I didn’t) what the whisky offerings might be. Seeing Señor Joshua (née Jose) Hatton downstairs manning the IMPEX-JVS booth made us muy happy. Kilchoman, Port Askaig, Penderyn, and Single Cask Nation offerings! Woohoo! There was one table that was confusing. Port Ellen, Laphroaig, old Macallan and more!!! Butttttt….that was for some kind of raffle that I didn’t quite understand. There was also an odd table of some spirits from Gardena, CA(!). Now this intrigued me if only because Gardena is where this chap started out in life. Who knew the little bedroom community has a distillery? Or does it? We need to research.

G-LO: I am most definitely a tease. I’m the teasiest tease that ever teased. You know who isn’t a tease? Señor Hatton! He’s no tease. He aims to please. He brings the whisky AND delivers one hell of a hug! While he and IMPEX-JVS definitely delivered The Goods, I gotta say, there were some significant holes in the whisky selections when compared to the last Jewbilee we attended. Wassup with that, Bro?

Joshua “Yo Yo Yossi!” Hatton of Single Cask Nation, IMPEX-JVS, and The One Nation Under Whisky Podcast

AK: Upstairs at Battery Gardens… did we mention where we were for this shindig?… there were plenty of spirit tables. Well, about 20, I’d guess. Mostly names we knew but definitely some unfamiliar ones like the tequila table whose name escapes me. It was great to see Laws Whiskey House from Denver. I love their Rye. Señor Hatton turned me onto them at Jewbilee in Chicago-bang bang. And who doesn’t love Compass Box? Corsair had a table too. But I was hoping for more Scotch names. My guess is that it’s hard starting up a new festival and getting commitments from brands to attend.

G-LO: You’re right! We did NOT mention the venue. Battery Gardens was the name. Battery Park is where it’s at. While I definitely enjoyed what was on offer, I can’t help but be a bit chagrined by what wasn’t there, i.e. Ardbeg, Laphroaig, Glenmorangie, The Balvenie, Glenlivet, Glenfiddich, Lagavulin, Talisker, The Glenrothes, and many many more. I’m sure you’re right about the difficulty in getting brands to sign up for a new event, especially in a hyper competitive markets like New York where they’re constantly doing promotional work. I also think that part of the problem stems from the fact that whisky is HOTT (that’s right, HOTT with two Ts!) right now, so well known brands probably get less impact from events like this. On the flipside, there’s no shortage of new brands out there, so if you can’t get the established brands, why not go for the up and comers? Speaking of up and comers, it was neat to see the Heaven’s Door whiskies at the event. While what I tasted from them was pretty good, it’s the artwork on the bottles that really blew me away. Me likey the pretty shiney packaging!

AK: I’m no Bob Dylan fan, but the artwork on his Heaven’s Door bottles was pretty cool. And yes, H-O-T-T, Baby! That’s what whisky is these days. And I’ve seen the lack of brands at shows here in LA too. It’s depressing. I was at show and there was a winery with a booth. They were pouring a wine that had rested in a bourbon barrel. That might be stretching the product definition a wee bit. I think for Ari & Co. it will be an ongoing effort to bring in bigger names, and if anyone can do it, he can. I can’t imagine the logistics of putting on this type of event and all the tentacles that need slaying.

G-LO: I’m sure it’s a royal pain in the ass to get brands to sign up, and if anyone knows from royal pains in the ass, it’s me. Mostly cause I am one. Kudos to Ari & Co. for fighting the good fight and making our NYC Whisky event in June dreams come true! There’s definitely room for improvement with regards to the whisky selections, but I’d say he nailed it with the venue, venue location, and food. And with regards to the food, I know we talked up the brisket quite a bit (and deservedly so!), but I gotta admit, the Kosher fish dishes on the ground floor were nothing to sneeze at! Love the Salmon Pastrami, and a few of those herring dishes were quite delicious, especially the one with the Israeli spices. Molto molto buono!

AK: OMG!, as the kids say. The smoked salmon and herring from The Rebbe’s Choice. Can I just roll around in that stuff for 7-10 days with crackers nearby? May G-d bless us all with this on our plates. Baruch HaShem. I believe you speak of the za’atar spices which are a must for the home or office. Ask for it by name. Accept no substitutes.

G-LO: You know what would be awesome? Getting Ari’s perspective on this whole Kiddushfest thing which he is definitely turning into #AThing. Do you think two can-do guys such as ourselves can make that happen?

AK: Let me wave my magical barbecue tongs…POOF!

G-LO: Wait… Magic??? I thought magic died when Claudia Schiffer and David Copperfield broke up. Tell us more about these magical barbecue tongs of yours. Can they make a perfectly cooked smoked brisket appear at any time? You know, the kind with the perfectly burnt, burnt ends, bark, smoke ring, and juicy center. Can they also make pitchers of sweet tea and bottles of vintage Port Ellen appear? If so, work your magic, Mr. Blaine, and make that Wandering Que interview magically appear before our eyes! Are you an “Abracadabra” or a “Hocus Pocus” kinda conjurer? Or do you just let your hands and those tongs do the talking? You know, like a Marcel Marceau type. Friggin mimes.

AK: Jeez, I wanted Teller, and I get Penn. Chill, Houdini! Wait for it…

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We spoke to organizer and master barbecuer, Ari White, via e-mail on various topics including Kiddushfest, event planning, the Jewish side of whisky festivals, and barbecue!

AK: Ari, great event! We were excited to be there for the first one! How did Kiddushfest come about and what made you decide to jump into the whisky festival world?

Ari White (aka The Wandering Que or TWQ): Going back 11 years, my wife Gemma and I threw our first Kosher whisky festival which grew into a series of catered paired Whisky Dinners, Burns Suppers and the like around NYC. I first met Mark Gillespie at our first one (click the following link and listen to one of Mark’s early podcasts: http://whiskycast.libsyn.com/whisky-cast-episode-134-march-2-2008) where a young newly married me gushes while my blushing bride talks about her grandfather rubbing her teeth with whisky (swirling a Straithisla ’64 in her glass). The events were high end, pour lists epic, and locations varied. It was within the midst of those early whisky dinners that [Whisky Advocate magazine’s] WhiskyFest made their fatal move, and we were connected to Joshua Hatton in Single Cask Nations’ infancy. It was love at first dram, the rest is history.

Editor’s Note: Whiskyfest was held on a Friday night in New York City back in 2012. Since this is the beginning of the Jewish Sabbath, many of the local Jewish community could not attend. Single Cask Nation saw this as an opportunity to bring a high-quality whisky festival to the New York while not excluding the Jewish community by having their new event – Whisky Jewbilee – on a Thursday night initially.

AK: For sake of conversation, let’s assume you’re a whisky drinker (HA!), when did you start your whisky journey?

TWQ: I grew up down in the West Texas town of El Paso. Cheap Mexican beer and tequila were the wet nurses of my youth. In college, my horizons expanded to include bourbon, based more on price point then pomposity, I reckon. At 23, passing through the World of Whiskies in London’s Heathrow Airport as newlyweds, we were tasked with spending a £100 note on our first bottle. The statesmanlike salesman named Michelle spent an hour (at 8:00 am) sampling with us before we settled on a 25-year-old Glenmorangie for 75 quid (he called it a “lady’s dram”) [and] leaving room for a Glenfarclas 17 to boot. He gifted us a leather-encased flask that I still carry for kiddush on Shabbat today.

We called East 109th Street our home back then, across the cultural divide left behind at 96th Street. South of that border, Shabbat and Hashkama [morning prayers] Kiddushes at Congregations Orach Chaim and Kehilath Jeshurun [on New York’s Upper East Side] never ever disappointed with pours the likes of Springbank 33’s, Port Ellens, and countless single barrels of all ages every single week after services, maybe a few times in between, who’s to say?!

AK: What’s your go-to dram?

TWQ: Asking for a go-to dram is like saying what song do I like on the radio. Punk rock of young Kilchomans do me pretty right. With that said I’ve got a finger of Tamdu 001 left as I finish this second question.

AK: Putting together any large event like a wedding, bar mitzvah, or whisky festival takes a lot of planning. After three b’nai mitzvahs in my house, I know! Tell us about your plan of attack for Kiddushfest.

TWQ: Large scale events is what we do, day in and day out, year-round at the Wandering Que and for the last 13 years under Gemstone Catering. The logistics of this beautiful Hudson River waterfront beat the crap out of what we had to go through the last half-decade pulling off Whisky Jewbilee at Studio 450’s penthouse and its one service elevator.

AK: How did you assemble your team and the roles that they played?

TWQ: The team assembled itself when friends and industry colleagues alike stepped up to the plate offering their help in everything from vendor hunting and social media marketing, to day of ticket check-in, and swag bag assembly. It takes a village. With way too many to name, I’d be remiss to not mention Ari and Leah Cohen who just went way above and beyond any level of normalcy to make the evening a success.

AK: Whisky Jewbilee became iconic as a hardcore whisky-centric show. Your amazing food only added to the festival’s high regard in the community. We’ve been to many expensive festivals with pretty sad food offerings that leave us…hungry! But the boys of SCN (Jason and Joshua) have “moved on” from it, leaving a sad void in the festival world. Why do you think Whisky Jewbilee succeeded and how do you see Kiddushfest filling that void to the whisky community?

TWQ: The Jewbilee made everybody happy. The vendors loved the exposure to a knowledgable purchasing market segment that based a year’s purchases on to what they would be informed of that night. The kosher crowd loved access to events of that caliber where they could drink AND eat everything making a $100++ ticket price easier to wash down. #BrisketChaser. The food was always just the hook; it was the bonus of putting on our own festivals. Bless Joshua. The guy is a vegetarian and still enabled my brisket and sausage debauchery every year.

What really set the Jewbilee aside in my book was the accessibility to the brands and their ambassadors in comparison to all the larger or more established festivals already on the circuit. Our crowd was always engaged and curious rather then just on the road to drunken dipshittery. The venue was iconically NYC with 360° rooftop views and cigars to boot. It became the best bang-for-the-buck kosher event in NYC hands down and even when everyone laughed at the Jewbilee for moving to the middle of the summer, nothing could stop us from selling out year after year. I knew we were doing something right when over a third of our tickets were being sold to non-Jewish Kosher keeping guests. It put us nose to nose with the biggest festivals NYC has ever hosted. [With Kiddushfest] even with a space expandable to over 1,000 guests, we are totally set on keeping the size approachable and mob mentalities at bay.

AK: Jewbilee was created as a whisky festival “by and for whisky geeks”. It was an event that whisky brands wanted to be at. What’s the strategy for Kiddushfest to get those names to attend in the future?

TWQ: This was by far and large our biggest challenge this year. With a glut of new festivals popping up every year in both the non-kosher and kosher food scenes, I totally appreciate many brands’ main challenge is choosing which ones bring back the best ROI. Any hope that my involvement in the Jewbilee from its inception would guarantee the same excitement was quickly dashed. With a new location and new name we were on our own and starting from scratch. There were enough vendors excited to not lose this summer event that we had some great momentum from the get-go. With 12 months to plan next year’s Kiddushfest rather then the 12 weeks we pulled the last one off in, I’m excited to say we’ll fill all 40 brand tables with 15 more breweries and ciders outside.

AK: I’ve yet to use the words “Kosher” and “Jewish” (but YOU have!). They are important in the discussion, especially for an event called Kiddushfest. Tell me how you see the cultural and religious aspects to the festival, and your thoughts on bringing in a wider audience.

TWQ: There is a rogue element within the observant world that get together for a quick dram on the Sabbath. They get together between and sometimes just maybe during the prayer services. On the one hand, they often catch flack for the time and place chosen for these rendezvous. On the other hand. they are for many of us, the one short chance to catch up with old and new friends with or without a Highland Park and piece of herring. No different then the Kiddush Club #safespace we built at the Whiskey Jewbilee, Kiddushfest was very [much] modeled around the same Sabbath-like setting complete with Smokehouse cholent, potato kugels and yapchik (mind-blowing, look that one up) [We did… https://www.kosher.com/recipe/potato-flanken-kugel-yapchik-6966]. We aimed to create an environment where friends could get together, without ditching the family or Rabbi’s sermon.

I wouldn’t call the festival a religious one. I do hope that the values that we have tried to embrace show with this [festival] bear fruit. I am proud that we were able to raise $4,000 that evening for our two charity partners. I can’t imagine too many other whisky festivals where a group of 50 guys would go outside at 9pm past the cigar bar and riverside cabana facing east to pray Ma’Ariv – the evening service – before diving right back in for the last 30 minutes of the show. Cholent [Jewish comfort food] is the original melting pot, [and] it fits the NYC scene just fine. I love that we have had such large numbers of women attendees and was thrilled with the large groups of non-Jewish guests as well. I hope it means we are doing a few things right.

AK: Let’s talk barbecue. It’s obvious that this is your happy place being from Texas. Barbecue and Kosher are generally not words you hear together too often! How did you get into it? How did The Wandering Que start? How many events do you do in a year?

TWQ: Shit, Hoss, that’s a horse of another color! Wood smoked BBQ is like home for me, and moving up to NYC all those years ago I got homesick. There wasn’t so much as a lick of smoke in anything they were calling BBQ up here 10 years ago in the kosher world. I’m glad to say those days are done with the fires of southern cooking burning low and slow everywhere. Having grown up in a town without any kosher food (way before the days of Food Network), I am fortunate to play Johnny Appleseed traveling around the Tri-State, smoking up one community at a time before hitting the road to do it all over again. We cater well over 100 events a year with our BBQ and Charcuterie products now going into supermarket and gourmet food stores all over the country. Throw in five kids under the age of 11. Sleep is highly overrated.

AK: You were in Philly the weekend after Kiddushfest. The Wandering Que travels! How do you take your show on the road?! Do you have a food truck type of set-up?

TWQ: I do have two offsite BBQ Setups and teams. One is based around a 7,000 lb. 18′ offset stick burner BBQ pit by Gator Pit in Houston Texas. The other is our new 28′ BBQ Concession Trailer which is a little more closely related to a food truck, just minus the truck part and 3 times the size with an 8′ porch sporting a two ton Hog Cooker from Bubba Grills. And we have spent the last two years installing and building out my new kitchen to operate an Oyler 1300 by J&R Manufacturing in Mesquite Texas. It has an 1,800 lb capacity and runs entirely on burning wood. It’s a game-changer for me and by the Grace of God, I get to turn it on for the first time in 10 days after our final inspections by our local Departments of Building, Fire, and Health.

We travel far and wide hitting street fairs, music festivals, [as well as] private, corporate, and charity events. I run out of china at 700 people and we have served as many as 1,500 over a six-hour service. My pit crew and team are hardcore and I would be remiss (again) to not mention Samba, Joe, One-Stop, Lala, Mario and the STAR-K for being the real superheroes that make really make the magic happen.

AK: Last question for the barbecue nerds: What type of wood is your wood of choice?

TWQ: My favorite wood to smoke with is Pecan leaving me plum outta luck up here. We generally burn oak, cherry, and maple. I love any fruit wood I can get my hands on.

AK: So Kiddushfest #1 (or Echad) is in the books. The gates are closed! How do you think it went? What are the areas you’d like to work on for Kiddushfest #2 (or Steim)?

TWQ: The night’s early piss poor weather forced us to abandon the outdoor space and reset everything upstairs to include the dozen booths and our entire Wandering Que food station. [A] logistical nightmare I’d love to circumvent next year with blue skies, please. With that said, the venue was stunning and [we’ve been] invited back next year already where we are shifting back to the Thursday night model. The vendors seemed thrilled with both the turnout and the level of engagement. An interesting observation one pointed out to me was that at no point in the night did they have an empty table. I look forward to expanding the beer garden next year as well to really take advantage of that outdoor space. With room for another 200 people next year, I also look forward to doubling the numbers of [whisky] on the pour. Small things come to mind: digitized check-in, printed pour lists in advance, much more water on the floor, spit buckets, beef ribs, and world peace. All pretty doable after smokin’ them Beef Ribs.

AK: Amen! Ari, mazel tov on Kiddusfest I and thanks for taking some time to chat. We hope to be there for next year’s and all of the future ones.

TWQ: It’s 2:00 am and my Tamdu is long since turned over, so I’ll wish y’all a hearty l’Chaim and my thanks for all the love along the way, not just this year but for the many past as well. It’s been a great trip so far, I’m excited to see what we get to share together along the long road to come.

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Many thanks to Ari White for taking the time answer our questions and for the media pass hook-up to this Que-tastic event!

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