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petergriffensbuttchin · 1 year

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This isn’t really a theory itself, but it’s a rant between two theories that go well with each other.

The original theories (or at least where I found these amazing thoughts) - @dandymaximilian ‘s purgatory theory and ‘The Film Theorists’ video - Film Theory: Who’s REALLY in Control?! (DHMIS)

First of all imma point out that this IS a loop, it is mentioned a few times already and is photo proofed

And adding on Lesley tells Yellow Guy that he ‘still can’t understand what’s funny’ even though Yellow Guy has no relating memory of meeting her before, which could conclude that in some alternative loop he’s been there before.

But here’s the funny thing, each time they go through a loop, the house changes. It could be little details such as decor, but also the house itself.

Another weird detail is how red guy says “All we do is sit around and some guy comes and tells us about banks or vegetables or something” because neither of those things were taught, at least yet (other then Banks, but that was in the next episode after)

Either, between every loop they can’t remember past lessons (this one doesn’t make much sense as in the YouTube series Yellow Guy in the last video could recall the teachers and what they did to them)

Or every episode (or even every few episodes) we are facing different alternatives of the three (Ones where they get different lessons, but adding up to the same value)

With this in mind, there is the book

If you forget the symbols in the middle for a second you can notice the pictures on the side

Circled in red those are things that have already been mentioned or done

Bird Guy losing his head in ‘Death’

Yellow Guy losing his hand in ‘Jobs’

The shovel in ‘Death’

The one circled in Yellow I believe has no significant value to what I’m getting at as it could just mean that teachers themselves can ‘earn their coins’ too (as in the purgatory theory)

And circled in green are things that haven’t happened

Out of the three of them Yellow Guy is the only one who has kept his head throughout the whole series

And Yellow Guy doesn’t mention his batteries until episode six in the TV series, but on the cover it’s seen with Warren the ‘Eagle’

Perhaps the book isn’t just answers to the meaning of it all, but the script to how the ‘game’ is supposed to go.

This is where the purgatory theory really comes in hand

Seen in the upstair’s room these are three meaningful objects, but as u see the colors don’t line up well.

Green as in Duck Guy is the chuddle dollops, but he was never able to open the bag

The red outline of the case going to Red Guy doesn’t belong, because Red guy was never obliged with the shovel

The only one making sense is Yellow and the batteries as we find out that’s what he runs off on

Maybe in one of the alternatives loops they’re supposed to be aligned with these objects

Because Duck Guy is supposed to learn to put others before himself, and develop a care for people other then himself, he has to open the bag

The ‘chuddy dees’ is the understanding of wat family means, and so far Duck Guy has been nothing but denying his own family (past life)

If he learns to love the two he is stuck with as if they are like family he can open the chuddle dollops himself

His purpose just makes sense. Like in ‘Jobs’ when Yellow Guy lost his hand, Duck Guy proceeded to do something completely selfless for the care of his friend, and because of this action, out of the other two who played along in jobs he’s the only one who ‘earned his coin’

Red Guy’s purpose is not to be so nonchalant about life. He was paired with the two, but you can notice him and Duck Guy have a good connection. Constantly agreeing with each other and even showed an act of support in ‘Friends’ with Duck Guy (The scene of them trying to get into the computer)

In death, emotionally he can’t express his grief, but instead forces a clay figure to be a replacement for Duck Guy, because he and Yellow Guy can’t go on without him.

In the end Yellow Guy retrieved the shovel and dug up their friend, but this was supposed to be Red Guy’s job.

He needs to come to his emotions and express them greatly, even to go on with this crazy action as to dig up his ‘dead’ friend

Yellow Guy is more of a tag along. He’s supposed to learn about himself as in relating to the ‘David theory’, because he didn’t get a chance to (in his past life)

Though he got it right with the batteries, (going back to the book’s cover) he was supposed to show this sooner (The ‘Friendship’ episode)

With this, if the three can learn their purposes they can get the ‘script’ right and move on to the end, or even towards something bigger.

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diabolicalacid · 1 year

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ONCE MORE TO SEE YOU 🫧🎐

you knew there was no point delaying this furthermore. with kurosawa senpai practically sitting on top of your head, ranting about just how disobedient you have been to her and to mako san so far, you know you have no time to lose now. an year with osaka weekly and all you’ve received from their end are countless complains. granted it’s only just the result of your own poor choices and actions. but you want to change that, rather, this time around, you don’t want to be regarded as a rookie who can’t get things done. you’ve already invoked several undesirable responses so far, but that stops now.

it needs to be done. it’s now or never. you know that. with time slipping out of your hands like silk white sand, you need to do it. staring at the phone screen, back resting against the pillow, feet folded but fingertips clutching in fear, anxiety ebbing within your blood, that isn’t exactly helping you much right now. or at all.

maybe you should’ve asked atsumu for help. he wouldn’t have said no to you. no, perhaps not, because you told yourself you would do it on your own, and that was a pact you made diligently. to add to it, you told tetsurou as well and for the first time, you felt like you were stepping up for yourself. so no, you aren’t going to throw that away just because you’re getting cold feet. quite literally, because it’s cold outside. plus, quite honestly, you don’t want sakusa and atsumu to end up arguing over you again. thrice is enough. shoyou told you he isn’t a fan of that when it happens.

that reminds you, there’s also shoyou you need to apologise to. your last encounter wasn’t exactly tasteful per se.

so you lift the phone closer to your face, go through the group chat you have with musubi and search for sakusa kiyoomi’s digits. the moment your eyes find exactly what they were searching for, the load of anxiety pitting your skin grows exponentially. no, it isn’t because you’re scared. rather, you’re embarrassed from your last encounter. you’re angry for what he did to you. though in retrospect, you now think you could’ve been partly wrong too.

not only do you deserve an apology, but so does sakusa kiyoomi. and the first step towards that as well as saving the job you literally left to hang by a thread, is to actually muster enough courage to text him. as easy as it sounds, you can feel your cellphone slipping out of your sweaty hands. you aren’t exactly a fan of the situation, but you can’t help it.

you repeat the mantra to yourself, “it needs to be done.” but your voice is too loud, and ends up reaching the living room, reaching miya atsumu, who’s clueless about the current dilemma you’re facing.

“what needs to be done?” he questions, eyes still stuck on the television screen, but then he turns his neck in the direction of the bedroom when he doesn’t receive anything from your end, repeating, “what needs to be done, yn?”

“nothing.” you sigh, “i was just talking to myself. nevermind that.” you tell him, and that’s enough for him to not investigate further.

looking through every defined and every abstract emotion you have regarding sakusa kiyoomi, regarding yourself, regarding your job, you finally discover the very sliver of courage you needed to do what needed to be done. albeit, your hands are still shaky, the flow of adrenaline is quite strong, the anxiety is still pitting your skin, and you’re practically sweating even while it’s cold outside, you still have it in yourself to get the job done.

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daydreaming-jessi · 1 year

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Hey! Here’s a lil continuation of the alien ocs I finally finished! And here’s a lil ending thing I wrote up, cause I didn’t wanna draw more.

It was weird to be so easily scooped up by someone other than Raph after so long. Unfortunately, Leo’s harness dug uncomfortably into his neck, forcing his moment of frozen shock short as he instinctively tried to wriggle away, and free up his air passage. The struggle was useless, of course, he could see the muscle this strange creature possessed flexing as they carried Donnie like a sack of green potatoes. However, it didn’t seem to go unnoticed, as Leo found himself being tossed up slightly and settled into a better position, this time enclosed by a wicked pincer that replaced the arm that once held him. He instinctively yelped, and the creature gave an amused huff. He glanced up to see the creature eying him bemusedly, and they gave him a wide grin in return. The back of his neck tingled as his mind noted just how eerily familiar that grin was, he’d seen those teeth before, but where? It was going to bug him endlessly if he didn’t figure this out, like a stuck scute in the center of his shell, impossible to reach and scratch at.

“Alright, alright, you’ve caught us, we broke in and disturbed your peace and all that, but listen, uh…. Thing. There’s something else incredibly dangerous living in this building, and me and my brothers are gonna be the only things standing between you and a world of misery, so set me and my dear Donathon down, and we’ll real quick take care of that pest for you, m’kay? We won’t even charge you, which is a steal considering how good we are at pest control!” He gave the creature his winning thousand watt smile that no one could resist, and the creature gave him a, still bemused, but ultimately unimpressed look. An unfortunately recurring reaction Leo kept getting from everyone he flashed his winning smile to.

“I think I can take care of myself. Thank you for the generous offer, though, buddo, really appreciate it.” Their voice didn’t sound that deep, it was higher like April’s in fact, and yet it somehow rumbled through Leo’s chest like a thousand bass solos, farther than even Raph’s churrs could ever dream of reaching. It was like multiple voices were laced together, but only one was audible to Leo’s ears, the others too low to be caught by his cochlea.

Donnie began to struggle, seeming to have finally come to his own senses as well. “No, no, no, you wanna listen to him. I dunno if you remember a few months ago, New York laying in ruins, ring a bell? Planet almost completely decimated by a moon sized hunk of flesh that exploded in the sky? One of the things that caused all that is running around here unchecked, and the longer it’s free, the more destruction it can-“ The creature suddenly came to a halt that jostled the boys, interrupting Donnie’s growing rant with a slightly pained wheeze as his middle rammed into the arm currently keeping him locked in place.

“Looks like this is your stop!” The creature nudged the door open with a foot, revealing the trash cans and dumpsters of the alley running by the side of the building, lit only by the distant street lamps running out front and the rapidly disappearing dusk. There, Raph and Mikey were struggling to dig themselves out of the masses of black plastic bags threatening to bury them. “Now then, out you go!” Leo watched as Donnie was flung out into the alley, right into Mikey and toppling more garbage bags onto Raph.

He only had a moment to assess the state of his brothers, though, before Leo was face to face with the strange creature again. It was bizarre, he’d never seen a mutant or yokai like them before, nothing on earth could really come close to describing them, and yet, he knew their face. He’d seen the shape of their jaw square, the strange triceratops-like frill crowning their head, he just had to remember where. He couldn’t really think though when he was brought closer to their face, their yellow and orange eyes drilling holes into his own. Their bemusement faded into a serious look, and Leo subconsciously leaned back as his instincts kicked into hyperdrive. This thing was dangerous, and could very easily hurt him, and he was rapidly realizing that as the ease that had softened their features left, revealing sharp, intelligent life that studied him like a specimen, dissecting him right there for all his strengths and weaknesses. Whatever this thing was, it was also a warrior, and one Leo couldn’t really see himself winning against easily.

Then, just as quickly as the fearful look came over their face, it passed, replaced by a more calm demeanor. “Alright, now look. I don’t know what you lot know about Krang, but I understand your concern. Krang are dangerous. But this one you’ve met is different, and maybe you don’t believe me. But I will not let you hurt him.” Their brow furrowed with a klink, and for some ungodly reason Leo’s brain had to note that the gray dots must be piercings.

Still, the rest of his brain was fully intimidated by the look the creature gave him. He knew that intense ferocity furrowing their brow and trying to pull their mouth into a snarl, the contained but raging inferno of protectiveness blazing in their eyes. It was like looking into a mirror.

Then the creature smiled once more, and the serious air about them vanished, as if it never existed in the first place.

“Now, don’t break into our house ever again, m’kay? Bye-ee!”

Before he could respond, Leo felt himself be tossed backwards, and found himself surrounded by odorous plastic bags. He struggled to breach the black pit, arms flailing for any kind of purchase.

The door to the abandoned building slammed shut just as he reached fresh air, and he saw Mikey pop out of the garbage pit onto solid ground before the rest of them.

“Wait! My nunchaku! No!”

The doorknob rattled uselessly under Mikey’s hands, and he stared in despair at the now locked door.

Donnie emerged from the trash next and shot their youngest brother a frown as he tried to help Raph sit up straight. “Tough luck, Angelo. No way are we breaching this castle again for a while.”

“Man, Dad’s gonna kill us! We promised him we’d be careful, now when we show up covered in garbage and missing half our weapons, he’s never gonna let us go out again, especially when he knows why!”

The other turtles exchanged an uneasy look. Mikey was right, Splinter was gonna lose his mind when he found out about what they’d just been through, harmless as it was.

Upon hearing no reassurances from the three behind him, only uncertain silence, Mikey pressed the palms of his hands into his eye sockets and groaned. How could he be so careless? Yes it’d been a minute since they’d done this, but that wasn’t a good enough excuse. They were heroes, and heroes didn’t lose track of their weapons, or fall into traps, or get kicked out of the house they were scouting. This was a disaster.

Mikey uncovered his eyes as his hands slid up over his mask to his forehead miserably, and nearly screamed when he saw a pair of neon yellow, luminescent eyes staring right back at him.

The Krang that’d been tormenting them for the past half hour wriggled a tentacle at them, delicately balanced on the metal poles of the fire escape high above them. He seemed to be carrying something, but the light was rapidly disappearing into a gray twilight, making it all the harder to see.

“Hi. You dropped this.” It revealed another of its tentacles, clutching a familiar crosscut saw, before releasing its grip.

Mikey jumped and rushed to catch his weapon, gasping with relief as his beloved nunchaku appeared in his grip once more with a fiery blaze. “My baby! Don’t you ever leave my sight again!” He cradled the nunchaku delicately as he squished them to his cheek, like he would his first child.

“Don’t forget these, either.”

A hoe and hand rake joined the party, dropping safely onto the plushy garbage bags, rather than the ungiving asphalt. The turtles stared in awe at their returned weapons, before looking back up to the Krang, their eyes widening to the size of saucer plates. It watched them back, and if one were generous, they’d describe the krang’s slit pupiled eyes as thoughtful.

Then it smiled, and gave a child like giggle. “It was fun testing my home defense on you guys, glad to know they work. But next time you want tech, just ask. Lew and I don’t like uninvited guests.”

It finally revealed one last tentacle, clutching something, which it uncurled to let the strange item drop into Donnie’s lap. He jumped, and Raph and Leo both ducked back as his titanium shell claw snatched up the device. There it was revealed to be a strange black and gray metal orb, the size of a bouncy ball, with a couple small blinking lights and a single screw keeping it all intact.

“Okay, bye now earthlings!” The Krang wriggled its tentacle at the turtles again, and skittered off the fire escape back inside the adjacent open window.

For a long moment, no one spoke, instead staring at the now empty window, each individual turtle working through his own tangled series of questions and thoughts, dread filling the air like a noxious gas. Or maybe it was the clinging garbage smell on their shells.

Eventually, Leo managed to work words past the bitter taste on his tongue, and broke the silence, as he was skilled in. “So, not the worst first mission after our little mini vacation. I mean, not the best, but hey, it could’ve been way worse!!”

The three withering looks he got from his brothers were worse than the last foam dart that was distantly fired off and stuck squarely to his forehead. He glowered and flicked off the offending ammunition.

“Guys, was that really a krang?” Mikey asked, looking back up to the window with a strange emotion.

“I’m not sure what else it could be, not like we know a lot of other pink tentacle alien things with an affinity for giving us a run for our money,” Donnie replied, scooping his staff up with a purple flare while lowering his goggles to get a better look at the piece of tech they’d ‘liberated’ on their mission.

Mikey shook his head, looking back down to his reunited nunchaku. “But it was so small, and less spiky, and veiny.” And not that take over the world-y, his mind quietly supplied.

“And what about that big guy? I never seen anything like that before,” Raph noted, heaving himself up properly and brushing off scraps of paper stuck to his spikes. He grabbed his own lost weapon, returning it to its sai form before reaching down and helping Leo out of the trash pile.

“Speaking of that behemoth, call me crazy, but that thing was familiar right?! It’s been driving me crazy, I swear we saw it before!” Leo exploded, pointing back at the building.

“If I remember correctly, which I do because I took several dozen pictures and videos to study, that creature we just encountered seemed to be a more flesh-covered version of the titan armors the Krang leader had. It seems like the armor were designed after its skeletal structure, though I can’t say for sure until I perform some radiographs of my own,” Donnie pulled up some screens on his wrist-pad showing the old brute, fortunately covered in clinical notes and arrows pointing to certain parts of the armor Donnie had taken interest in, especially around the middle part which seemed to have a more vengeful scribble over it, covering its squishier control center.

“I knew it! Yes! Finally Donnie’s creepy habit of recording everything comes through!” Leo victoriously posed, while Donnie squawked at the backhanded insult, quick to point out the multiple other times his ‘creepy habit’ had dug them out of their own holes.

Mikey ignored them, though, still staring at the window as his mind brewed, thoughts of Krang and aliens flitting through.

Then he felt a hand on his shoulder, making him look up to Raph, giving him a reassuring smile. He turned his head back to the still bickering Donnie and Leo, and put an end to their argument.

“Alright guys, I think that’s enough for tonight. Let’s head home and come up with a new game plan. And, uh, maybe shower while we’re at it before Dad asks.”

“Agreed. Ugh, I did not miss the after mission odor,” Donnie grimaced and Leo playfully nudged him.

“Aw, come on! It’s a little nostalgic this time, after so long without it.”

The four headed out, but Mikey still lingered, looking back one last time. He didn’t have incredible night vision, but he could’ve sworn he saw two figures looking back.

Hesitantly, he raised a hand in farewell. He was a polite turtle.

“Mikey, if you don’t hurry up you’ll end up last in line for the bathroom.”

He turned and hurried after his brothers. He so did not want to shower in the gross stink his brothers would leave behind.

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realita-lampung · 11 months

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Musyawarah Pramuka Kwaran Kecamatan Bangunrejo Tetapkan Pengurus Baru

LAMPUNG TENGAH - Gerakan Pramuka Kwartir Ranting Kecamatan Bangunrejo, Kwartir Cabang Lampung Tengah, mengadakan musyawarah untuk memilih kepengurusan yang baru masa bakti 2023-2026. Karena kepengurusan yang lama sudah berakhir masa bhaktinya. Musyawarah tersebut berlangsung di balai Kampung Bangun Rejo, Kecamatan Bangun Rejo, Kabupaten Lampung Tengah, Selasa (23/05/2023). Musyawarah tersebut dihadiri oleh seratusan lebih pihak-pihak terkait dengan Gerakan Pramuka di Kwartir Ranting Kecamatan Bangunrejo. Baik dari pengurus lama, Ketua Majelis Pembimbing Kwartir Ranting (Kamabiran) Kecamatan Bangunrejo, Ketua Majelis Pembimbing Desa (Kamabisa), Ketua Majelis Pembimbing Gugus Depan (Kamabigus), Para Pembina Pramuka dari semua tingkatan baik dari SLTA, SLTP, SD dan TK. Ketua Majelis Pembimbing Kwartir Ranting (Kamabiran) Kecamatan Bangunrejo, Yulianto, menuturkan, agenda hari ini adalah Musyawarah Kwartir Ranting Gerakan Pramuka Kecamatan Bangunrejo, karena masa bakti kepengurusan yang lama sudah berakhir. “Jadi agenda hari ini adalah pemilihan kepengurusan yang baru,” jelasnya. Menurut dia, Peserta yang hadir terdiri dari pihak-pihak yang terkait dengan Gerakan Pramuka di Kwartir Ranting Bangunrejo, baik dari pengurus lama, dari Kamabigus, dari kawan-kawan Pembina, dari semua tingkatan baik dari SLTA, SLTP, SD dan TK. Ditanya jumlah peserta yang hadir dia mengatakan, kalau melihat dari jumlah peserta yang datang dari abesensi sudah 75 persen dari yang kami undang. Dia berharap, dengan adanya musyawarah ini dapat terbentuk kepengurusan Gerakan Pramuka Ranting Kecamatan Bangunrejo yang baru, yang dapat membawa Ggerakan Pramuka Kecamatan Bangunrejo lebih baik lagi, bangkit dari tidurnya yang selama ini kita rasakan. “Dan kedepannya bisa merangkul semua pihak, baik yang terkait dengan Pramuka, maupun pihak-pihal lain, stekholder yang lain yang ada di Kecamatan Bangun Rejo, sehingga dapat mendukung menjadikan Kecamatan Bangunrejo lebih baik lagi,” tutupnya. Ditempat yang sama, Puwarto, Ketua Majelis Pembimbing Desa (Kamabisa) didampingi 3 orang Kamabisa lainnya mengatakan, harapan kami kedepan terkait dengan gerakan pramuka yang ada di Kecamatan Bangun Rejo sesuai dengan fungsinya. Untuk melatih generasi muda untuk melatih potensi yang ada dalam dirinya. “Baik secara sosial dan fisik ataupun spiritual agar lebih baik kedepannya,” tegasnya, yang dilanjutkan dengan yel-yel salam pramuka. Dalam musyawarah tersebut, terpilih Ketua Kwartir Ranting Gerakan Pramuka Kecamatan Bangunrejo Kak Sagiyo, Ketua Binawasa Kak Jarkoni, Ketua Binamuda Kak Bambang, Ketua Managemen Kak Tutur, Sekretaris I Kak Mudaim, Sekretaris II Kak Windhu dan Bendara Kak Sujawi. Di akhir acara, pengurus yang baru kemudian dilantik yang sertai pengucapan ikrar para pengurus yang baru dihadapan seluruh peserta musyawarah. (Willy Dirgantara & Lukman Nur Hakim) Read the full article

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koramil06kersana · 2 years

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Babinsa Bantarkawung Dampingi Lomba Tingkat II Regu Pramuka Penggalang Brebes – Babinsa Sertu Slamet Waluyo Koramil 12 Bantarkawung, Kodim 0713 Brebes mendampingi pelaksanaan lomba Tingkat Penggalang ll Kwaran (Kwartir Ranting) Bantarkawung, Kabupaten Brebes, Jawa Tengah. Minggu (09/10/2022). Hadir juga dalam kegiatan tersebut Ketua Kwaran Bantarkawung Kasum, Polsek Bantarkawung Aiptu Asep, anggota Kwaran Bantarkawung dan seluruh SMP atau sederajat se-Kecamatan Bantarkawung serta guru pendamping. Kegiatan lomba tersebut dimaksudkan untuk memilih perwakilan SMP Kwartir Ranting Bantarkawung untuk mengikuti lomba tingkat Kwartir Cabang Brebes, selain itu dengan diadakannya kegiatan tersebut dapat meningkatkan kemahiran dalam Materi Lomba yaitu Pionering , PBB, Semaphore, Morse, Tapak Kemah, Peking, Yel yel, Semboyan, Isyarat, Menaksir Jarak, Pentas Seni Budaya, Pidato Bela Negara, Mengenal Negara Sahabat, Peta pita, Kompas, P3K, Pestival kuliner dan Disain Poster. Sertu Slamet Waluyo berharap “Semua peserta dapat melaksanakan lomba dengan lancar sampai selesai dan gembira, tidak perlu menang apapun hasilnya itu yang terbaik bagi Pramuka Penggalang dan Kwaran. Terimakasih kepada panitia dan penyelenggara yang telah menyelenggarakan kegiatan ini dan terahkir kami ucapkan selamat berlomba, tampilkan yang terbaik”, tandasnya. (Pendim0713). https://www.instagram.com/p/Cjgolf0vKdu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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kwarcabpalembang · 2 years

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KWARRAN KECAMATAN ILIR TIMUR DUA LAKSANAKAN LOMBA GERAK JALAN Semarak lomba dengan di awali yel-yel para peserta mengiringi langkah tgap peserta Lomba Gerak Jalan (Kamis, 18/08/2022) dalam rangka memeriahkan hari Proklamasi RI ke-77 sekaligus HUT Pramuka ke-61 yang di inisiasi oleh Kwartir Ranting Kecamatan Ilir Timur Dua Palembang. Hadir dalam kesempatan ini mewakili Kwarcab Kota Palembang Wakil Sekretaris Binawasa Kak Dr. H. Hendra Wijaya, M.Pd.I., Camat Ilir Timur Dua yang diwakili Sekretaris Camat sekaligus Ketua Panitia, Kapolsekta, Danramil, Lurah Sekecamatan Ilir Timur 2 serta para undangan lainnya. Pelepasan di Pandu langsung Ka. Kwarran Kecamatan Ilir Timur Dua kak Drs. Sirah.Dosen. Peserta terdiri dari Siswa Siswi SD/MI, SMP/MTs, SMA serta perwakilan Kelurahan di wilayah Kecamatan Ilir Timur Dua. Start mulai dari Samping Kantor Kecamatan dan kembali lagi ketempat semula setelah menempuh perjalanan sesuai rute yang telah ditentukan oleh panitia. #kwarcabpalembang #pusinfokwarcabpalembang #kwarranit2 https://www.instagram.com/p/ChZV2Ull6fy/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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writingintheshadowsforever · 2 years

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Yelena x Reader Cuddle Buddy

Yelena knew that she was needy when it came to cuddling with you, and she also knew that you didn't mind at all. You were happy to give her all the cuddles she wanted for however long she needed them. So when the team would walk in on one your cuddle sessions with her no amount of teasing could get a rise out of her. She would just snuggled closer to you and let out a sigh.

So it was safe to say you were more than a little surprised when Yelena actually scooted away from you. After you took a seat beside her joining her, Natasha, and Wanda on a girls night. You had just returned from a very long and difficult mission, and had just finished cleaning up. So she wasn't moving away from you because you smelled or were dirty. At first you figures she was playing with you and just moved closer to her with your arms held out. But the blonde assassin got up and actually moved to a whole other sofa. Now you were not only lost but also frustrated, because while it was mainly Yelena who needed the cuddles. Most of the time there was moments where you craved them to, and she usually had no problem holding you.

"Lena what the hell? Did I do something to you?" You asked letting out an exasperated sigh.

"No of course not moya lyubov'" she replied back shooting you a friendly smile.

You frowned at her in return causing her smile to falter "okay then what did I miss? Why won't you hold me?"

Now it was Natasha and Wanda's turn to giggle as they watched the exchange. You finally seemed to take notice of their presence for the first time since you arrived. While Natasha just seemed a little amused by the whole situation. Wanda looked away from you as fast as she could with mischief in her eyes. Oh they definitely knew something that you didn't.

"Alright does anyone want to tell me what's going on?" You asked but your tone left no room for discussion

"Nothing dekta I've just been feeling a bit sick these past two days. I don't want you to catch whatever it is." Yelena insisted

Your anger turned into concern, and then you were standing right in front of her with a hand on her forehead. Her head didn't feel hot or anything but just, because she didn't have a fever didn't mean she wasn't sick. "Have you been checked out by a doctor? I know you're this badass assassin who doesn't think she needs to go to doctors. But you totally do especially if you're sick Yel." A burst of laughter interrupted your little rant and made you turn around to look at the corrupt.

Nat was hunched over holding her stomach laughing. "Seriously Y/N she is fine last time she was sick. She milked it for everything she was worth, and had the entire team babying her. If she was sick you would know she doesn't want you to know the truth."

You turned back to Yelena with a raised eyebrow realizing that Nat was right. Yelena chuckled nervously giving you a sheepish look. "If you don't tell me the truth right now I'm going to bed, and I won't talk to you for the rest of the week."

"No moya lyubov' I already got to survive without your cuddles for the rest of the week. I can't take your silence to it's all they're fault." Yelena shouted pointing a accusing finger at Natasha and Wanda.

"No way it is her fault I had nothing to do with it" Wanda protested holding up her hands. As you swung around to glare at both women.

"Hey it's not my fault Yelena doesn't know how to walk away from a challenge." Nat said taking a sip of her beer with a smirk.

"Will somebody please elaborate what challenge?"

I mentioned that Yelena was looking pretty lonely sitting by herself, and was probably missing you." Nat began

"But of course as usual Yelena didn't take the bait because she knows that she is like one big puppy. When it comes to cuddling with you so Nat got irritated and tried a different tactic" Wanda continued

"I simply stated that she couldn't go a whole week without cuddling with you, and she claimed that she could no problem at all. So I told her we should make the challenge the official, and we did. She just didn't want you to know, because she figured it would be easier to hold out. As long as you weren't trying to hold her, or doing something to make her want to hold you" Nat finished.

She ducked as pillow came flying right for her. It went over her head and knocked a vase on the floor breaking it.

"Hey I said no pillow fights" Tony yelled peeking into the living room for a quick second. From the kitchen where he was getting a snack.

"Sorry Tony I'll replace tomorrow right now I have a girlfriend to torture" You said glaring at Yelena.

"Thanks Y/N"

"Wait Y/N don't you mean Natasha she knows I can't turn down a challenge from her." Yelena pleaded

"I'm not actually going to torture you Yel unless you count finding a new cuddle buddy."

Now Yelena was on her feet grabbing your arm before you could walk away from her. "No way I'm your one and only cuddle buddy" she whined.

"Yeah you were until you made yourself unavailable just because you can't have cuddles doesn't mean I can't."

"But Y/N its not fair I can't back down"

"And I'm not asking you to now if you would excuse me." You told her gently pulling your arm away, so you could head for the elevator.

Yelena watched you leave with a defeated look part of her was ready to throw in the towel right then and there. But then Natasha started chuckling getting her little sister's attention.

Wanda let out a sigh as and got up to move away from the redhead. She already knew what was about to happen and didn't want to be in the path of violence. Yelena turned to her old sister with a glare, and the redhead just continued to smirk at her. Five seconds later Yelena launched at Natasha and the two of them toppled off the sofa.

"Damn it I said no sister wrestling matches either" Tony shouted from the kitchen.

"Don't worry I won't let them break anything" Wanda called out catching the tv remote with her powers before it could smash into the TV screen.

The Next Day

Yelena had no problem falling asleep by herself the first night without you. She used up all her energy trying to pin Natasha down, and by the end of the fight. Both women were to tired move and ended up falling asleep on one another.

But she knew if she was going to survive the whole week without you. Then she just had to know who your new cuddle buddy was. Could this person be competition for her?

"Y/N isn't going to cheat on you Yelena okay plenty of us cuddle with each other sometimes. Cuddling is a platonic thing to you know" Steve told her watching her go through security footage of you last night.

"Its platonic when you don't have a special someone." she shot back her eyes not leaving the screen.

"What are you going to do to stop her from cuddling with her new buddy. Because we already talked about this you're not allowed to kill anyone on this team, or a civilian."

"Calm down Captain Responsible I'm just going to down threaten them"

Steve ran a hand down his face in frustration "that's not any better Yelena."

But Yelena wasn't listening anymore because she finally got the footage. And it wasn't what she expected at all what she saw would make things really difficult now. Steve bent down to look over her shoulder to see what caught her off guard so much. He couldn't stop himself from bursting out into laughter.

"Well good luck with the threatening him I don't think it's going to work-ow Yelena no hitting your teammates." His joking turned into a painful protest as her hand shot out smacking him in the face.

Steve walked away holding his nose and grumbling under his breath about talking to Natasha to get her little sister under control. Yelena paid him no mind as she tried to figure out a new plan.

Later That Night

You heard Yelena hovering outside your door and almost felt bad about not inviting her in right away. But you really were comfortable with your new cuddle buddy, and didn't want to disturb him. But after another two minutes of listening to her feet shuffle outside your door you decided she had suffered enough.

"Yelena you can come in now I know you're out there." You shouted

The shuffling stopped and then your door opened as Yelena entered the room with looking miserable. "You really did replace me and I can't just threaten him. I mean look at him he's just too cute I'll feel bad."

"Well that was the idea you didn't think I was going to pick someone that you could actually hurt right?" You asked her glancing down at the German-shepherd puppy pressed up against your side. "Plus I didn't want to cuddle with anyone else, but a puppy is always a nice substitute."

"He's the perfect competition" she admitted taking a seat on your bed. "What's his name?"

"Buddy" you answered as he jumped out and trotted over to introduce himself to your girlfriend. Yelena let him sniff her hand before petting him, and eventually pulling him into her lap.

You smiled watching the two of them interact with each other. Your plan was coming together very well. "I guess this means you wouldn't mind letting him be your substitute cuddle buddy, for the next week to."

Yelena looked up at you surprised holding Buddy to her chest while he squirmed. "I thought he was for you to punish me for accepting Nat's challenge."

You snorted "I'm not happy that you took the challenge, but I'm still team Yelena all the way. Which means helping you win no matter what." You paused to crawl down the bed so you were right behind her resting your chin on your shoulder. "Plus I know how much you wanted a dog and thought the timing couldn't be more perfect, and I know for a fact that my cuddles just aren't for fun. But for comfort as well and you're going to need that for the rest of the week."

Yelena's hand came up to caress your cheek coaxing you to turn your head to the side. Your lips met her's in a slow and passionate kiss that went on so long. Buddy started whining until Yelena released her hold on him. He hopped off her lap onto the floor and disappeared under your bed.

"I guess he doesn't like it when his parents are intimate" you murmured against her lips. When the two of you finally took a break for air.

"So does this mean you're not going to punish me" Yelena whispered nuzzling your neck.

"No because you're definitely going to make it up to me when Buddy isn't around." Yelena smirked knowing what you were insinuating, and kissed you one last time. Before getting on the floor to get Buddy out from under the bed.

"I can get him for tonight right?" she asked

"He's all yours."

The Next Day

"Y/N how could you I had a lot riding on this challenge" Natasha complained stomping into the living room. You sat on the couch with Wanda watching a movie.

"Oh come on you didn't think I wasn't going to get back at you for your part in this as well."

Why couldn't you just put hair dye in my shampoo or something?" the redhead whined

"Because you change your hair almost every month, and you look good in everything." Wanda answered for you.

Nat let out an exasperated sigh and flopped down on the sofa across from you. She threw her head back resting on the couch with her eyes closed. Leaving you to wonder exactly what did she have riding on this challenge with Yelena.

A few minutes later Yelena came walking in with Buddy trailing behind her. She was in a more giddy mood now that she had another cuddle buddy. Buddy was running up to you but paused when he noticed Natasha mopping on the sofa. Before either you or Yelena could stop him the German-shepherd jumped into her lap, and immediately began curling up his body against her chest.

Instead of pushing him away Natasha's hand came down to rest on his back, and started stroking him.

"Let her have him for now she needs it more than I do with what she lost" Yelena said taking a seat beside Wanda.

When the blonde didn't elaborate you decided that you would find out what it was. Once the bet was finally over and went back to the movie at some point both yours and Yelena's head ended up on Wanda's shoulder. She didn't complain about it either because to be honest everyone needed cuddles at some point.

Everything was peaceful until Tony walked in a hour later.

"I said no more surprise pets." He shrieked but none of you paid attention except Buddy. Who hopped out of Nat's lap and began to chase Tony around the living room.

"Hey I was cuddling him with first" Nat protested.

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MISS SLYTHERIN

Summary: Fred meets the perfect girl at the beginning of his seventh year; although he is reluctant to ask her out, the universe keeps throwing her into every place Fred finds himself in, even in the most unexpected one; the Quidditch pitch.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: mostly fluff

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Warnings: language and a little tiny bit of slut shaming (?) and making out

A/N: I was on the subway listening to Sweet Dreams and my brain went 'hOLd oN— bEAteR ReAdER 👁️👄👁️!' so here we are. Kinda long but worth it. Enjoy this <3

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It was the first Saturday of the scholar year, and the first ten days tended to be the definition of chaos, so I had volunteered to help my House's prefects with the first years; I was in sixth year, so my first two weeks were mostly free anyway.

I was on my way to the dungeons to pick up the group of kids the prefects had assigned me when I bumped into my Ravenclaw friends, and I decided to chat a bit with them to catch up.

I had my back against one of the hallway's walls, therefore I saw the pair of towering, lean, redheaded figures jogging towards my friends to give them a jump scare.

"That's about it real— AAH!" My friend jolted at the infamous' twins, bumping them for scaring her. "Idiots!"

"Sorry, love." One of them passed his arms over two of my friends' shoulders, while his twin brother's eyes roamed over the circle, tilting his head in confusion when he reached me. "Hello?"

"Hey." I gave them a subtle wave and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Oh, right!" My friend turned to me and pointed at the boy whose arm rested on her. "This is George and that's—"

"Fred Weasley." He introduced himself, offering me his hand to shake with a half smile that promised everything but boredom.

Giving his hand a firm shake, I responded, "Y/n Y/l/n." Our eyes locked; we didn't even attempt to hide the fact that we were measuring one another, and I knew I would have to endure the teasing on my friends' behalf later, but there was something in Fred's gaze that made me extremely curious about his intentions.

I let go of his hand, only for him to take a couple of steps in my direction to stand closer. "And how is it that I've never seen you before, Y/n Y/l/n?" He inquired, leaning on his shoulder against the wall.

"I reckon you don't look much at the Slytherin table?"

His body tensed. "Oh?"

"Oh." I chuckled at his shock. "Scared much?"

The corner of his lips twitched up again. "Should I?"

"Guess that's on you to decide." We lingered on each other's gaze for a bit too long. "I think I'll get going." I was the one to avert my eyes in order to talk to my friends, who were already giving me that look. "See you lat— Oi!" Fred swooped the bag I was carrying off my shoulder and hung it on his.

"I'll carry this for you."

"I'm heading to my House."

"Where else would you be heading?" I turned to my friends in confusion, but they only shrugged; I didn't even have time to ask them what was he up to. "C'mon, Miss Slytherin!"

My eyes got big at the name and I spun around, rushing to catch up with him. "I can carry my own bag, you know that right?"

"But then I wouldn't have an excuse to walk with you." I quirked a brow at him when the ginger winked. "Tell me something."

"Like what?" I questioned, a confused yet amused grin dancing on my lips.

He shrugged, averting his gaze to nonchalantly look to the front "Dunno," He changed my bag to his other arm so it wouldn't be between us. "What do you think about Umbridge?"

"Well, she's got terrible taste in clothing." He laughed, and so did I. Just like that, we fell in a quite fluid and enjoyable conversation.

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FRED'S P. O. V.

"—And not only that, she's so smart—" I groaned burying my face in my bed's pillow, very aware that I had been talking about Y/n to George and Lee for at least fifteen minutes. "Yesterday she held my hand and I think my face turned red."

Lee's snort was followed by George's words. "So are you gonna ask her out or...?"

I grimaced. The last couple of weeks, somehow I had managed to bump into Y/n everywhere. It was as if the universe was throwing me towards her, but there was a voice in the back of my head that stopped me from making a move. "What if she says no?"

"Freddie, she blantantly flirts with you every time you see her." George stated with his eyebrows raised. "Just ask her out, mate."

"Aight," I nodded. "I'll do it next time I see her."

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READER'S P. O. V.

When Adrian Pucey informed me that Crabbe wouldn't be able to play in the upcoming Quidditch match, I instantly regretted accepting my friends' dare of showing up at Quidditch tryouts.

Though I didn't put much effort on it, I got in the team as a reserve, and the moment had come for me to shine. How lovely.

I couldn't really back out of that one, so that's how I ended up in the Slytherin changing room before a match that would be played in the worst conditions. Since I was in deep already, I thought I might as well go for the win with everything I had.

"Oi, Malfoy!" I gestured the kid to come closer, which he did with reluctancy. "Don't give me that look— I don't like you either."

"What."

"You're not half as good as Potter—" Before he started the rant of insults, I spoke again. "Shut it. You're not half as good but you're faster." My words were clear and slow, making sure he would understand. "Keep your eyes on Potter— if he moves, you move."

He seemed to hesitate, weary of my advice, but then he gave me a subtle nod and walked away.

"C'mon, on your feet everyone!" Our captain called us and we obeyed; as we approached our entrance to the pitch, thunders could be heard louder and louder. "We're not only for the win, we're gonna crush them." He shouted, partially so we could hear him over the racket of the storm and the muffled hubbub of the crowd, but also because he wanted us to know how serious he was about it. "Glasses!" I took a deep breath, grasping the bat "Broomsticks!" The gate opened as I mounted my broomstick. "UP!"

"AND HERE COMES SLYTHERIN!!" We heard Lee Jordan's voice as we took off to go around the pitch in formation.

Even before we flew over the Ravenclaw stands, obnoxiously loud cheers of my friends could be heard, and I couldn't help but laugh.

FRED'S P. O. V.

"The hell are they cheering on?" I frowned at the Ravenclaw stands going nuts when our rivals passed over them. "It's bloody Slytherin!"

My brother, who was waiting besides me for the match to start, scanned the stands, and then the opposite team; in an instant, he stood upright and nudged me with his bat. "Oi, look!" George called my attention over the roaring crowd after the Slytherin team had passed over our heads. "The beater! Number 6!"

I looked for their number 6 in the pitch, only finding what George was talking about when they stopped at their starting points. Squinting my eyes, I managed to read through the rain the back of the robe. "Y/l/n— Y/n?!" George laughed loudly, following Angelina's cue and flying to his respective mark in the circle.

"Move!" Katie yelled, flying past me and snapping me out of my awe. Had she always been a beater?

When I reached them, I saw Y/n meticulously making sure she had everything secured.

Our eyes, despite the glasses and the pouring rain, managed to meet seconds before Madam Hooch's blowed her whistle, and I would have sworn she gave me a smile.

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"FRED PAY ATTENTION!" Not even Angelina's yells were enough to bring my mind back to the match, something I regretted instantly; a bludger had been beaten in her direction and nearly knocked her out of the broom. "FUCK!" The quaffle fell from her arm, only to be picked up by one of the Slytherin chasers. "I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!"

"Sorry!"

"Freddie what the hell!" George had flown to us, probably in hopes to stop the bludger from clocking Angelina. "Will you focus?!"

"Yeah— Sorry!" I apologised again— well, it was more like a grunt rather than an apology. "Go back to Harry!"

"Defend our bloody chasers!" He scolded me before heading off.

I forced myself to keep my eyes on the bludgers and not on Y/n.

The rain kept getting heavier; not even the Impervious charm seemed to work repelling the water from the glasses anymore.

I was cold, drenched, tired and befuddled; my legs were stiff and my arms numb, so I definitely did not see it coming; for that matter, I thought it was a strong blow of wind at first, so the shock that struck me when I was knocked off my broom was a big one.

I heard loud gasps and a scream or two coming from the stands, followed by Lee commenting something about the beater being beaten; in another situation —one where it wouldn't be fucking pouring and I could climb back up to my broom—, I would probably have laughed at it.

But right now, with the hand I held my bat in slipping off the broomstick, the last thing I wanted to do was laugh.

READER'S P. O. V.

Once I had dodged the bludger away from Pucey, my eyes roamed around looking for the other one. which had just been beaten away by Goyle and, intentionally or not, the bludger went straight to Fred.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw his broom flip due to the hit, leaving him clinging onto it.

My eyes went straight to his brother, who was way to far to help, and then to their captain, who was adamant to score points.

"Fuck." I groaned through gritted teeth as I turned my broomstick and flew towards the Gryffindor beater in distress.

"Y/L/N STRAYS FROM HER POSITION AND— FLIES TO WEASLEY?" Jordan's commentaries reached my ears right when I got to Fred. I stretched my arm and grabbed his hand just in time for him not to slip off the broom. He gripped onto my hold for dear life as I used my broom as a leverage to pull him back up, a groan escaping my lips. "LOOKS LIKE NOT ALL SLYTHERINS ARE ARSES!"

I waited until he was steadily secured to let go of his hand. "Next time let go of the bat!" I advised with a teasing grin before flying off to my previous position.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, Y/L/N" I knew I was going to get shit for what I had just done, but I was expecting my captain to wait until the match had ended.

"HE WAS GONNA FALL OFF!" I yelled, louder than necessary.

"WELL LET HIM FALL THE FUCK OFF!" The captain retorted, venom dripping off his tongue. "WITH ANY LUCK HE'LL KILL HIMSELF OFF!" I didn't expect those words to come out, not even from that mouth.

"YOU KNOW WHAT?" I beat an incoming bludger away from us before shouting, "SUCK MY METAPHORICAL DICK, YEAH?!" And with that, I flew off to defend Malfoy, who was rushing to Potter. Surprisingly enough, he had followed my advice. I flew on Malfoy's track, dodging a bludger away twice until he gave a final sprint and caught the snitch.

"SLYTHERIN WINS!"

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The team started to celebrate as soon as we landed, and I thought I would take advantage of that and change into dry clothes, but I didn't have the chance before someone called my name from the entrance.

"Psst— Y/n." I turned around to see Fred standing there.

"Do you have a death wish?" I spoke quietly, though a smile appeared on my gaze as soon as I saw him. "What on earth are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to thank you for helping me out there." His cold fingertips brushed my wet cheek as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and he leaned on to place a kiss there. "Aw you're blushing!"

"I'm not blushing, I'm cold," I excused myself, averting my eyes from him.

Maybe it was his loud snort, or maybe the fact that I was missing, but the changing room fell silent as my team's attention was directed to us.

"Oi!" My captain looked Fred up and down, stepping to where we stood. "You're not welcome here."

"Chill," Fred shrugged, his hand lingering on my forearm. "I was congratulating her on her victory." His tone foreshadowed chaos. "Since, you know, it's obviously her doing." I glared at the ginger my hand going to his forearm, silently warning him to stop. "Can't command your own team, can you?"

his arm folded so his palm would be on my forearm too, giving me a reassuring squeeze.

"She should've let you fall off that hand-me-down broom of yours." Fred's grip on my forearm tightened; by the look on his face and the way his jaw clenched, I could tell my teammate had successfully hit a nerve.

"Shut the hell up, will you?" I snapped. "Can't you enjoy the victory without being an arse?"

"You fucking slut—"

"Imaginative." I cut him off, unbothered. "Want a cookie for the effort?"

"Listen now—" Just as he went to grab my bicep, a large hand pushed my captain away, making him stumble back.

"C'mon, mate, give me a reason to beat the shit out of you." Fred said, pulling me to stand besides him instead of between them. Fred's switch was about to flip, and I was desperate for a professor to step in.

As if I had summoned them, i caught a glimpse of Snape and McGonagall walking in my direction from the stairs of the teachers's tower.

"I'd love to see you try." The boy in front of us scoffed. "There's already too much ginger scum besmearing the pure blood, I'll be glad to send you straight to the hosp—"

It was far from expected it would be me punching that asshole strong enough to make him trip and fall.

"Miss Y/l/n!" Oh, right. McGonagall. "Ten points from Slytherin!"

"And fifty points for Slytherin." Snape added in his usual unimpressed tone. "Due to the comradeship you've shown during the match." I widened my eyes at the statement. "Though I can't ignore this, so Y/l/n, turn up in my class tomorrow morning for your punishment. Now, shall we, Minerva?"

"We're leaving too." I informed Fred in low voice, grabbing my bag before pulling him out of the Slytherin changing room.

"That was one hell of a punch." He observed with a chuckle once we were out. "Remind me not to mess with you."

I breathed out a laugh and we fell silent as we walked under the stands towards the exit, the only noise being the rain ricocheting on its structure.

"Thank you." He whispered, his fingers brushing against mines and consequently sending shivers down my spine. "For sticking up for me."

"I expect a reward at the least." I replied, playfully bumping his shoulder before letting my fingers intertwine with his.

"What would that be?" He inquired, that half smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

I shrugged, looking ahead of us with a grin of my own. "That's up to you."

"Will a kiss do?" He mused.

"Depends on how good the kiss is." I begged for my cheeks not yo turn bright red.

In a swift movement he spun me around and his lips landed on mines. His free hand, initially on my cheek, travelled down to my hips, pulling my flush against him while my own hands tangled on his damp hair.

Probably it wasn't a short kiss, but it felt like it when his mouth left mine, and I couldn't help the sight of displeasure that escaped my vocal cords.

He chuckled, our eyes fluttering open at the same time. "Was it good enough?" He teased with a quirked brow.

"Dunno." I muttered, my eyes falling on his lips again. "I think you'll need to try again—"

"To be sure." He finished, and I could only nod; I wouldn't mind the teasing as long as his lips came back to mines.

This time the kiss was deeper, my hands roaming over his wet robes and his over mines; it was only when my back was met with a post that I realized he was backing me into the darker part of the framework, which I did not oppose to.

Quiet moans began to be breathed into the kiss when he nibbled on my lower lip or my hands tugged on his locks.

We had to pull away when steps and voices where heard coming from both changing rooms.

"I think we should kiss more often." He suggested breathless against my lips.

"Agreed."

"I think you should go out with me too."

I had to bite back a laugh. "Agreed again."

"Well, that was easy." The surprised on his gaze was way too amusing.

"Did you think I'd say no?"

"Duh!"

"You're an idiot, Fred Weasley."

"Aw but you love it." He wiggled his brows at me and I smacked his chest.

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