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jess-le-mess · 3 months ago

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Feedist Kinktober Day 31 (Part 1)

(Prompt: Monster Mash 💀)

(Content notes: Fat cis woman main character; thin trans woman supporting character; fat nonbinary supporting character; body issues mentioned]

[Author's note: So this one ended up being twice as long as the others, so I put it in two parts---the first one is kind of the wrap-up with all the characters and the other part is because I just wanted Jade to have a happy ending. It also mentions stuff from other entries so if you're ever curious you can refer back to my story roundup for those, but it shouldn't impact your understanding of the story if you don't.]

[Other note: Thank you @fatguarddog for putting these prompts together! I honestly haven't written this much in a long time, and I really enjoyed participating in this challenge!]

Disco Mermaid, Part 1

"Hey, Mom! A mermaid!"

A kid---a blonde girl, maybe five years old, with long hair and thick glasses---points at me as I leave my therapist's office, and I just smile.

"So, are you a real mermaid or what?"

"Maybe." I answer, meeting the child's mother's gaze for a second.

Well, I feel like one today.

And it's Halloween, so technically I hope I look like one too, even though I couldn't quite commit to the look entirely. I'm doing much better with my self-esteem and self-love and all those nice things, but honestly I don't think I'll ever be able to have the energy to just be dazzling and pretty all the time.

In other words, my mermaid costume is a little half-assed. I did get my shoulder-length curly hair dyed in a pastel gradient that cascades down in a soothing blue, pink, purple, green river that reminds me of ice cream. I also chose a tank top thing that has mermaid scales on it, and pants.

But the pants are from this little plus-size online boutique and cost two-hundred dollars but my god they are bright sparkly pink and have pearlescent sequins.

(My shoes are just my comfy light pink sneakers, but the pants are kinda long on me so I hope no one questions that part much.)

I've never really been much for Halloween costumes. I always had the idea that costumes are not for people with bodies like mine, even though I have plenty of fat friends who absolutely rock their costumes ever year. They always just make me feel instead of, like, a sexy catgirl just, like, a sad potato if the potato, like, sloshed around a bit.

But I didn't want to be a sloshy potato this year. I might be a half-assed one, but I'm a mermaid, dammit.

"In my professional opinion, I think you've earned the right to this costume. Now I hope you have fun, although I am aware of your allergy to that." Cyn, my therapist, smiled at the end of our session. And I admit I felt a bit jealous. They're also chubby and like many other fat folks in my life absolutely blew me out of the water costume-wise. They did our whole session dressed as what they told me was a marimo, which is...a type of moss ball? That they like apparently? Weird, but they looked adorable.

So with their blessing and I guess the benediction of that kid who thought I was a real mermaid I headed off to my best friend Dana's house for her Halloween party.

*****

"Let fat girls fall in love! Let fat girls fuck each other!" I recognized the voice as belonging to Heather, one of Dana's friends. I see her around sometimes, but I've never really had the courage to talk to her. She's bigger like me, but also like six feet tall and with this badass style that suggests she's either extremely rich or is much much more savvy on fat girl style than me. Heather is currently dressed in a black gown, combat boots and with some kind of elaborate horned crown that I guess she made?

The skinny blonde woman Heather was yelling at held up her hands. I recognized her as Emma. She owns a local bookstore and is dating B, another one of Dana's friends. B is kind of that stereotype of a "fat and fabulous" plus-size girl; like, super stylish and like she probably has an Instagram with a bazillion followers but she's also so sweet to me that I feel a bit more comfortable talking to her than Heather.

"Listen, I get it. I really do! I have lots of plus-size romance on my shelves! I just, like, we've been through this; I just don't really know where the market would be for your self-published fic of a bunch of fat girls doing stuff."

Heather scoffs. "Oh please. It's a shared world! You get to meet a whole cast of quirky fat girls who are cool! I represented the whole spectrum of, like, fatdom in there. You got body positivity, fat sexuality, even a bit of feedism," Heather smirked, looking over at her also-chubby girlfriend Alison. All I really knew about Alison, who was dressed as I guess like a 50s pinup girl or something, was that she really liked video games.

"Okay, well, I can't sell that shit though. It's cute, but readers don't really want that. They want, like, plot and shit, Heather."

"Philistines." Heather clicked her tongue. "And what is your costume anyway? You're just wearing a tanktop and ripped jeans."

"Drifter," Emma answers almost automatically. "It's, like, my inner spirit, ya know?"

B---impeccably dressed as a cupcake---comes over and grabs Emma's spindly arm. "This is her costume literally every year."

"Weak. Ass." Heather says, rolling her eyes. "But that's skinny privilege for ya, I guess."

Emma shrugs. "I liked your stories, ya know. I think you're a great writer, but I also run a business, you get me? Maybe we could set up, like, a fat girl reading circle at the bookstore and I'll slip your stories in?"

Emma reached out and put her hand on Heather's shoulder which earned her a chilly, "Please don't touch me." But I could see a hint of a smile on Heather's face as Emma walked away with B.

*****

I caught my best friend in the kitchen, she and her wife bustling as they set out more pastries and snacks for everyone.

Dana set down the cheese plate she was holding and gave me a hug, her eyes suddenly looking watery. "My god Jade, you're so beautiful. Like, you completely ignored my theme, but you're gorgeous."

"And you're a flapper again," I said in a monotone, not really knowing what to do with the incredibly complex feelings of being perceived like this. "Your theme was 'Monster Mash.' How does a flapper play into that?"

Dana's a flapper every year. She just shrugs and curtseys.

She tapped my shoulder. "Yeah so anyway sweetie, do you recall you harassing my wife and I in the wee hours of the night because of an incident related to certain photos of your ass?"

I swallowed. I mean, that was only a few weeks ago. I was really feeling myself, so I'd posted a little photo of my butt on my little personal Tumblr account and I guess people liked it a whole lot so it broke containment and then a girl I had hooked up with found it and messaged me and I ghosted her. So, like, I do remember. Possibly traumatically.

I just nodded.

"Okay, that's good. Very good. Anyway, listen, I'm not a stalker, but I have tracked down and invited someone because I may or may not like to stir up shit and/or I am just a nice friend who thinks you deserve more love in your life than you get."

I had no idea what she was talking about, but either way I was going to cry.

"Dana..."

Dana just grinned and glided out of the kitchen. "See ya! Enjoy the party!"

#feedist kinktober 2024 #feedist kinktober #cw body issues #fat girls #therapy

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funeralxxxmarches · 11 months ago

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Memoirs of a depressed idiot abroad (now illustrated!)

Context: I am an American student who studied abroad in Vienna in the fall of 2023. My experience was,,,mixed, primarily due to my own actions and difficulty procuring my anxiety and depression medication, which led to me being alternately unmedicated, in withdrawal, and finally stabilizing towards the end. Despite my snarky complaining in this post, I'm incredibly grateful for having been able to go abroad and for the time I spent in beautiful Vienna.

The dying Coffee Culture:

One of the first things you become aware of once you’re in Austria, if you aren’t aware of it already, is the infamous coffee culture of Vienna. The center is rife with fabulous, historic cafes where you can sit for hours without being disturbed by the waiters, just chatting with your friends, or even just watching passers-by. Every coffee cup is served with a glass of water— a tribute their famed mountain water – straight from the tap. Once you get out of the center, though, the story changes.

Viennese coffee culture is characterized by spending a lot of time at one café, drinking a lot of coffee, and probably smoking a lot of cigarettes. People in the know about this stuff will tell you that you can spend a whole evening or even most of the day at a café of your choosing. Coffee culture is the epitome of easy living, the American dream of Europe’s lack of preoccupation with work. This ideal has a grain of truth to it, but it’s not entirely true.

Many of the historical cafes are in the center. Here, it is worth mentioning the differences between the districts. There are more historical districts, and then there are the more urbanized, 60s-era districts of tall apartment buildings towards the outskirts of the city. These were designed primarily for residence, “sleeping districts,” if you will, and not so much anything else. During my time in Vienna, I lived in a dorm in one of these districts. These are much more reminiscent of Soviet-era complexes, the lower floors of which have been primarily colonized by chain stores, such as Billa and Bipa, as well as chain cafes, like Änker and Der Mann. Änker and Der Mann, being chains, are much more reminiscent in their culture to that of Starbucks here in the states, where most customers get their orders to go, and are a common destination for a sandwich at lunch time, not so much a place to hang out for hours.

Where proper cafes can be found, they are populated primarily by an older crowd. I’ve seen young people at Starbucks and the fancy cafes in the center, but not so much the Coretto Café on the corner two blocks from my dorm. Likewise, the cafes in the center are mostly a tourist destination, a beacon for those that idealize the “European way of life.”

It seems to me that true coffee culture in Vienna is slowly getting phased out by tourism and simply by not suiting the needs of the newer generations.

The smoking:

No, not the glamorous kind, where you sit at a café table with your friends arguing about philosophy and literature over a cup of delectable Viennese coffee. Rather, the kind where you feverishly light up first thing in the morning because you can’t start the day without a dose of nicotine in your system. It stops being glamorous after the second pack and you begin to be disgusted with yourself when you collapse into bed reeking of smoke that you can’t wash out. It stops being glamorous when you have to beg everyone you know for a cigarette because the tobacco shops are all closed on Sundays and you’re hungover and seething that you promised yourself you’d quit after the last pack.

Yet it feels like there’s no way around it. I’m not blaming anyone but myself for my (still) raging nicotine addiction; many of my friends never took up smoking while in Vienna. For me, it was an idealized vision of the artist, alone in the city, as well as my painful social awkwardness. When everyone around you smokes, it’s easier to make connections. My roommate saw my cigarettes on my desk and asked me to go on a smoke break on the balcony with her, thus we were able to talk in a way we weren’t otherwise able to have. Smoking together constitutes a different kind of relationship, one which I can never achieve with people due to my social clumsiness. Once, someone asked me for a cigarette while I was at a restaurant. I asked him (in German) if he needed a lighter. Because he was older than me, I used the formal ‘you.’ He laughed heartily at that. Later, a program director explained to me that smoking creates a space of equality and casualness, and everyone becomes a ‘du (informal you).’

Smoking is the great equalizer. Rich or poor, young or old, immigrant or native, everyone smokes. Well, not everyone. ‘Everyone smokes’ is yet another illusion, another expectation for Vienna that’s half-true. In 2020, the Austrian smoking rate was 26.40% in people over 15 (Macrotrends), though a study conducted in 1998 observed that 45.7% of male and 20.9% of female regular smokers consume over 20 cigarettes a day (Haidinger). Although I suspect that, being a big city, more people likely smoke in Vienna than the national average, that’s still not that much compared to the overall population. Nonetheless, the people who smoke clearly do so with a fervor, which could account for the illusion that most people smoke, or at least the ungodly amount of cigarette butts.

In the end, smoking is an inescapable reality for Vienna. Some people fully expect it coming over there, some people don’t. I think Nina, one of our program coordinators, summarized it best: for most workers, breakfast consists of an energy drink and a cigarette. It’s a poetically un-poetic bastardization America’s European ideal: most people are not puffing away peacefully while indulging in Vienna’s famous coffee. They’re trying to stay awake at work.

The cultural embodiment of ‘girl dinner:’

Okay, I’ll admit. The title of this section is more snarky than accurate, although it does hold some truth. For those of us unfamiliar with the term, Urban Dictionary (the most reliable source on the internet) defines ‘girl dinner’ as: a dinner that consists of many different kinds of small appetizers/snacks rather than just one entrée. Although this has become a meme referring to the inability of young women to cook themselves full meals due to mental health and leading busy lifestyles, this is almost the exact definition of the Austrio-German concept of Jause. Jause can be a lunch or a dinner that consists of many appetizers, usually in the form of various breads and accompanying spreads, cheeses, and cured meats. My German roommate told me that her family has Jause for dinner every night.

One of the things that I learned pretty quickly is that I wasn’t equipped to feed myself. When living in [redacted] dorms, I always had access to the dining hall, so even if I wasn’t enthusiastic about the food, I still had something to fall back on if I was really hungry. In Vienna, however, the dorms aren’t associated with any university and therefore don’t have access to dining halls. There are dining halls on some university campuses, but due to my scattered schedule, eating there was unrealistic most of the time. This left me with eating out, buying ready-made lunches at Billa, or cooking for myself.

Although Vienna is certainly a walkable city, the district I lived in was a “sleeping district.” This meant there weren’t many restaurants within walking distance, nor where their hours regular. Sometimes a restaurant would be listed as open on Google, only for me to show up and it be closed. [Redacted} has the perk of having several food hubs scattered throughout the city: [Redacted], the downtown of [Redacted], and the [Redacted] downtown. All of these are within walking distance as long as you live somewhere on or around campus, and all of them are certainly within driving distance. In Vienna, most of the restaurant hubs were accessible only via a 20-30 minute ride with public transport, which made eating out a fun treat but not a reliable method of feeding myself, especially when I was so depressed I could barely get out of bed.

So, about those ready-made lunches. Billa cooks as if they hate food. I’ve tried a little of everything they had to offer: wraps, sandwiches, grain bowls. All of them were soggy, with either too much or too little seasoning and sauce, and all of them featured mystery meats I pulled out and discarded after one bite. It quickly became clear that eating these was not an option.

I think the primary reason that there wasn’t much access to restaurants or good pre-made food where I was is the nature of my district. The Viennese are traditionally homebodies when it comes to eating, especially for dinner. Although it’s common to see people grabbing a sandwich from Änker for lunch, most Viennese eat dinner at home, and the lack of restaurants in a predominantly residential district reflects that. Restaurants situated there just wouldn’t make a good profit. Although I come from a household that wouldn’t consider a Jause a filling dinner, it is nonetheless a meal typically prepared and eaten at home. I had no other choice but to face my fear: the kitchen (dun dun duuuuuun).

I have no real complaints about the communal kitchen. My complaints in this department are primarily directed at myself, because frankly, I never learned how to cook, nor developed the habit of cooking for myself. I’ll blame this partially on what I mentioned previously: having access to the dining hall and lots of tasty alternatives from [Redacted]. I ate a lot of Korr instant pasta (chef’s kiss) and a lot of instant noodles, which I could cook with the kettle I had right in my room. I learned how to cook curry, but there was only so many times I could eat the curry before I had to force it down. Eventually, I tried to embrace the Jause, but having no experience selecting the good stuff for it, my dinners were usually disappointing. Plus, coming from a household that eats a homecooked meal together every night, my Jause days were emotionally and gastronomically unfulfilling and left me craving human contact more than anything else.

The rude awakening of the sheltered American student to the harsh realities of the European education system:

One of the things I distinctly remember from my pre-departure meeting with Viennese students was their warning regarding the differences in approaches to teaching material. Well, it was less of a warning and more of a sidenote that was brushed off in favor of bigger and better things, like which clubs to visit in Vienna (and I don’t blame them; who wants to listen to a Tedtalk about what to expect from your classes, much less talk about it?). So, I ended up learning the trial-and-error way: in Europe, your education is on you.

What the Viennese students told us is that you don’t have to go to lectures because all the information will be in the slides. This couldn’t have been further from the truth. It’s true that there’s no mandatory attendance, so you don’t have to attend lectures, and it’s true that there are slides. It ends there. The slides often don’t have all the information you need for the exam. In fact, most of the time, the slides just have diagrams and titles of papers on them. It’s up to you to figure out the rest if you don’t go to lecture. It’s also up to you to figure out the rest even if you do go to lecture, because some professors are incredible, and others, well—some are difficult to follow, if I’m being kind.

The other pitfall for the American student is that there are no assignments. There’s no homework. There’s no grade aside from the one you get on your exam, which often consists of 2-5 essay questions. The American education system guides you all the way to your final grade, holding you by the hand and checking in with you every couple of days to make sure you’re staying on top of learning the material. The European system stands off to the side, watching you struggle without your training wheels, waiting for you to come and ask it questions. And this isn’t necessarily a bad thing, either.

The European education system is designed for people who actively want to learn and who will teach themselves how to learn to accomplish their goals. Austrian education is practically free, aside from cost of living and student union fees. I’ve seen many an Austrian gape at me after I told them how much one semester in the US costs me, and that’s at a state university. The Austrian university does not have the same consequence of becoming a ‘waste of money’ if you don’t do well so the professors don’t have the same incentive to help you pass in every way possible. Because you’re not paying for it, the university experience isn’t performative, as it so often is here, and not as tied up in the politics of being a thing you can buy. The professors are there to teach you things, but they don’t have to spoon-feed you the material because you’re not paying them to. Instead, it’s on you to make the most of what you have. It’s a system where, in order to succeed, you have to take responsibility for your own education. And I think that’s a great thing! It’s just that this system isn’t really for me.

Having been raised in the American education system, along with some personal brain bugs, I respond really well to consistent assignments and deadlines. No mandatory attendance means I just won’t attend class, especially if I’m depressed and can’t bring myself to make that hour-long commute to campus. Needless to say, I struggled quite a bit to stay on top of things. But I did learn a lot, from all that trial and error, and I developed learning skills that serve me still.

#memoir #illustration #vienna #studyblr #study abroad #comics #long post

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instabioforgirls · 1 year ago

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Best Bio for Instagram for Girl Attitude

Not a princess, I'm a queen 👑

My favorite accessory is my attitude 💃

My attitude is a result of your actions 💋

In a world full of trends, I remain a classic🌹

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Unapologetically myself. Take it or leave it! 🌺

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Love me or hate me, I'm still gonna shine 🌟

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Keep your heels, head, and standards high 👠

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It's not my fault that I fell for you, you tripped me 😂

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I smile because I don't know what the hell is going on anymore 😁

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Be a pineapple: stand tall, wear a crown, and be sweet inside 🍍

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I may not be perfect, but at least I'm not you 💁‍♀️

I'm not weird, I'm just cooler than you 😎

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I'm not lazy, I'm just on energy-saving mode 🚶‍♀️

I'm not a one in a million kind of girl, I'm a once in a lifetime kind of woman ✨

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I don't need a prince, I'm self-rescuing 👑

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the-last-living-ocs · 2 years ago

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AIGHT I AM GONNA TALK ABOUT ANTHONY BECAUSE I'M LOVE HIM this is gonna be very rambly heehoo

Read more to save y'all 'cause this is gonna be long

Also there's a chance I've said all of this before sory but I'm love him :D

Him tall boy yes, 188cm (6'2") fella good boy

He is a lovely man, a really nice lad, he's super gentle in manner most of the time and makes a great First Officer (on the starship 'Luna'). He has a fabulous sense of when it's time to be kind and when it's time to act, and he's not afraid to do what needs to be done.

Also he is an excellent fighter - he has a particular specialism in firearms and similar, due to his very particular background, but he is also skilled in his own kind of hand-to-hand combat style which he created from a combination of his experience of streetfighting, boxing and ballet (which he took for several years as a teenager, and recently began independently developing, it makes him unexpectedly nimble for someone his size). It's so unique that he generally gains an advantage through inciting sheer confusion. That said he's definitely at his absolute best with a rifle and a target a mile away.

Also he loves jazz so so much. He learning to swing dance also

Also he's Head of Security as well as First Officer, but he has a Massive aversion to authority. So... he never takes advantage of his position and has equal respect for both his ""superiors"" and those that work ""under"" him and when he accidentally time travels to the 80's that one time he immediately ends up vibing with the UK punk scene (which I cannot wait to write someday).

He's in a romantic relationship with Corvyn (senior medical officer on Luna), and loves him so much so much oh my gosh they,, hh,, they're so good together it shouldn't work so well but Wow it does. ( Anthony is asexual and Corvyn is Very Much Not but they make it work haha)

Annnnnnd he is my favourite example of trope subversion that I have ever written,, even though it's not the biggest or most important subversion it's maybe the closest to my heart.

'cause I love James Bond and characters like that right but also I Hate them it gets so annoying how toxic they are and how easily they throw away particularly their romantic partners and ugh it gets on my nerves so bad

See he's such a typical character at first glance - tall, dark-haired and handsome, secretive and a bit moody, with a temper that can be utterly terrifying and very clearly possessing the ability to seriously injure or kill someone...

And then you see that he'll sit and listen to Corvyn when he's sad and just hold him gently to make him feel better. That his empathy is the fire behind any anger he expresses, that he doesn't mean his anger as anything except an expression of pain - that it gives him such a fiery and heartfelt sense of justice that he will do anything for it. Mean words can make him cry and he's not afraid to let himself be sad, (though he does find being vulnerable scary due to a traumatic upbringing) but he's not afraid to be happy either, he has a kindness that shows in his eyes and he constantly fights the fact that he has blood on his hands and may well gain more against the fact that his skill helps him protect those he loves. And yes he has lost someone, yes she was a woman and his partner and yes it does move him to change but it Doesn't move him to violence and it actually makes him so desperately sad but he doesn't just use it as an excuse to be angry. It's a genuine loss, not just a step on his road.

Also he baby I'm love him weeooeeooo :))

If I could hug any of my characters it'd be him :)

Oc rambles free card. Talk about whatever tf you want about your little homemade blorbo

#ocs #luna scifi #anthony #oc rambles #i have not spellchecked or grammar checked any of this so it's pure ramble :)

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the-space-between-souls · 2 years ago

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I see so many posts where people talk about the problems trans people have with bathrooms. About not appearing to be the "correct" gender for your location. And I want to add a non-trans story to the pile of why all of that is bullshit.

6 foot tall, broad-shouldered, androgynous voice, unfashionable, cisgender woman. Getting dirty looks in a bathroom.

I'm not trans but everyone thinks I am when they look at me, so I get to put up with the same abuse time to time. It makes me never want to go out anywhere in public. People just want to hate and alienate others so badly, and there's no way to fit in this imaginary box they invented.

Sorry I'm ugly. Sorry I have natural hormone discrepancies. Sorry I remind you that not all women are born tiny and slender and beautiful. You'll yell at me, a cisgender woman, for being in the place you think everyone afab belongs, because you don't think I'm the kind of person who should be there. But there are much more beautiful trans girls you'll never even notice because they look the way you want women to look and they won't attract your hate.

Look at you, protecting your idea of what women should be instead of treating us all like fucking human beings.

Isn't that fabulous.

#rant #lgbtq #women

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hislopchino · 2 years ago

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HIGNFY's Guest Webterview: Ruth Jones

HIGNFY: This is your first time on HIGNFY. What's occurring?

Ruth Jones: What's occurring is a lot of nerves, because I'm completely out of my comfort zone. I've been up before to be on the panel and I've always avoided it. It's quite a scary thing, even people I've told I'm doing it have gone "oh my God!", so I'm really scared doing it. I might forget who the Prime Minister is... mind you, the Prime Minister might have changed by then. So yeah, I am quite scared, but kind of excited as well.

HIGNFY: If Paul and Ian were to write a sitcom together what would it be about?

Ruth Jones: I think Ian was born in Swansea so I was just thinking: Gavin and Stacey is this sweet love story between a girl from South Wales and a boy from the London area, so maybe they could do their take on a boy from South Wales and a girl from London.

Or it could be a boy and a boy maybe, a sweet story between those two friends. Or maybe it would be a love story. They say to write about what you know, so it would be nice to see a fictional Ian Hislop and a fictional Paul Merton living together. What do they talk about over their cocoa at night? The minutiae of their lives would be very interesting.

HIGNFY: Tell us about the G20 Ladies Dinner Night - what was your highlight?

Ruth Jones: I think probably the Bakewell tart that Jamie Oliver cooked - it was really fabulous. I did have a fantastic night, I must say, meeting people like JK Rowling. Sarah Brown and Maggie Darling were so lovely - they just seemed like they'd be a really good laugh.

It was just a lovely warm evening, and when Michelle Obama came in it was like a new popular girl at school and everybody was trying to be her friend. It was quite funny watching everybody sidling up to her and just introducing themselves.

And what was nice is that everybody was quite nervous about the night. I thought everybody was going to be putting on this bravado but they were like "oh my God I'm in Downing Street".

The one time I was completely awestruck was meeting Barack Obama: I wasn't expecting to, and he was so massive, he's really tall and I just went really Welsh when I met him. I kind of ended up going, "Can I just say congratulations, it's really brilliant, well done" and gave him a thumbs up. He was so gracious and he bent down (he's so tall he has to bend down to you) and said: "I really will have to learn how to talk like that (said in mock Welsh accent) b-r-i-l-l-i-a-n-t". It was one of those once in a lifetime events.

HIGNFY: Can you give us any indication of what will happen in Series 3 of Gavin and Stacey?

Ruth Jones: Well, this series unlike the previous two is set in the summer, so that will bring a whole new take on Barry, and I think Barry is a beautiful place. See it in the sunshine, it's amazing. The new series will have a different feel to it. As was set up at the end of the Christmas special, Gavin has got his job in Barry so we are going to be spending a little bit more time there... but I'm not going to give you anything.

We wrote the last episode about six weeks ago now, and they filmed us reading through the last episode and I just said to James, "Mr Corden it's been a pleasure". We got emotional. James and I would love to write a film together but I don't think that will happen because we've got other commitments. It's probably good to have a little rest anyway. I think we've got a good relationship so we would love to write together again. I'd love to write a good romcom.

HIGNFY: You've had some great opportunities to dress up in Little Dorrit and Nighty Night. Tell us more.

Ruth Jones: It's interesting when people go, "I didn't know that was you". I love when that happens. I think it's great to work with the costume designer I work with, Claire Finlay, and it's such a creative thing when you're working out the look. Or if you're with a make-up artist and you're working out the look. Linda's look in Nighty Night was based on a girl in this printing shop in Cardiff who had the telephone/Princess Leia buns.

With the period costumes in Little Dorrit I had a corset made for me. A corset is custom-made and it's a real, absolute skill and a craft to make the thing. Of course everybody is different, but you just feel so fantastic in it. You stand differently, you feel very comfortable because they're made for you, and then you put the dresses on top of that and they're just fantastic. Tess wasn't glamorous but I love Hardy, and because we were filming in Thomas Hardy country I felt I was Joan D'Urberville. It's all about dressing up - you never grow up.

HIGNFY: Tom Jones: what was it like working with him and can he still charm the birds from the trees?

Ruth Jones: I didn't know what to expect. I thought he was going to be, well, he's a superstar isn't he so I thought he was going to have this kind of superstar attitude. He was so down to earth, really still a Ponty boy, but he's got this self-assurance which is so different from cockiness or arrogance. A self-assurance that was so attractive to anybody that was around him. He really did have a magnetic personality.

When he talks he talks with great gratitude for this gift that he has, he's grateful every day for that. There's such humility in that, it's very, very charming. You can see why women fall for him, he's got this little twinkle in the eye, you know, and I think it's a great move that he's gone grey. Grey's the new black.

#HIGNFY #Text #Interview #Ruth Jones

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ladyartemesia · 4 years ago

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Since I'm in love with your writings and your taste in reading too. I know that your favorite is Brother's best friend or Best friend's brother, I would like for you to recommend me some of them please ❤️❤️🙏

꧁Brother’s Best Friend꧂

Clandestine by @junghelioseok is fantastic. Jeon Jungkook is the best friend of the reader’s slightly younger brother. He’s sexy and charismatic and DEFINITELY knows what he wants. The growth of his (clandestine) connection with the reader is utterly delicious. This one made me laugh and swoon.

Guarded by @xjoonchildx is basically legendary in my book. The lady in this story is not only Hoseok’s best friend’s sister—she is also his BOSS’s sister and by boss I mean mafia. This is the first installment in Ana’s amazing Rap Line Mafia Universe and it delivers on every level. Hoseok is tasked with protecting the boss’s sister after she is being threatened by sinister forces unknown and sparks fly.

Plums and Melons by @winetae is THAT FIC. The fic I just daydream about sometimes. It’s a fic about two people caught hard in eachother’s gravity. It’s so sexy and cerebral and the main characters are so hot. Jimin is just a guy trying to live his life, but whatever is brewing between him and his best friend’s sister is driving him insane. He wants to be a good guy, but she just isn’t playing fair.

Are You Sure? by @cutechim is such a swoon-worthy and touching piece of wonderful. I tell you I was MOVED. This is beautiful and emotional and EXTREMELY satisfying. Taehyung’s best friend has a sister who he has always secretly adored. When she comes to him and asks for some intimate experience, he isn’t strong enough to say no—not when she’s everything he ever wanted.

Drivers License and Detour by @gyukult is sweet and tender and just a fantastic coming of age story. The reader has been in love with her brother’s best friend, Park Jimin, for almost all of her youth... but what is going on in his head?It’s a tender story that really warms the heart. AND I am happy there is more coming. I would read about these two all day. She published the second part and oh my gosh it’s so incredibly perfect I could scream. This was just such a beautiful journey every step of the way.

Milestone by @1kook is probably one of the first brother’s best friend BTS fics I read and it is amazing. I adore it so much. Because Jungkook is your brother’s best friend he is there for every milestone in your life. But you’ve both grown up now and neither of you are kids anymore. It’s hot. Like really hot. Dialogue and set up are so sharp and fast paced I really loved every second.

Young God by @njssi is scorching hot smut with complicated feelings and warm revelations. You think it’s going somewhere and then it goes somewhere else and honestly it is so awesome the whole time. Jungkook was always your brother’s sweet little friend, but he’s returned determined to show you that he is all grown up.

Tease by @caiuscassiuss floored me. I loved it so much! I spent the whole story just squealing happily about everything. This story has it all. It’s scorching hot. It’s enemies-to-lovers. It’s Taehyung. Jungkook’s sister and Kim Taehyung do not get along AT all—so she decides to bring him to his knees by making him desperate for her. It’s a wild and completely awesome ride.

Wasabi by @ironicarmy is a classic. Hobi is a bad boy that Namjoon vehemently refuses to let near his precious baby sister. But love is too strong a force and soon Hobi and the clever object of his desire decide that some things are worth fighting for. It’s a really sweet story of facing challenges and relying on the people you love. Warm and fuzzy feelings abound, but it’s also super hot.

Forbidden by @btssmutgalore is a masterwork blueprint for this trope. Hobi is a carefree player who falls brutally for Taehyung’s sister. They two of them eventually give in to a VERY steamy series of secret encounters and feelings get very involved. This is hot, suspenseful, and emotionally satisfying. Excellent characterizations as well.

Prohibido by @personasintro is an office AU with a twist. Namjoon is not only her brother’s best friend, he is also her boss and the two of them have incredible chemistry. Watching them pretend that they’re not insanely attracted to each other is so endearing and hot. Reader is convinced her feelings are one-sided. It’s lovely and fun. Definitely a slow burn, but worth it.

Strawberry Kisses by @kimnjss is a fic that I devoured in one sitting and then re-read again immediately. Jeon Jungkook is a player who matches with a girl on a dating app and has no idea she is the sister of his revered mentor and close friend, Min Yoongi. I laughed. I cried. I GASPED OUT LOUD a bunch. It was a whole thing. This is a hybrid social media/written AU and it’s pretty much perfect.

Tempestuous by @ppersonna is so special to me because it was written at the very beginning of my friendship with Lindy. She was looking for requests and I was quick to request my favorite trope. Lindy is bae now and this fic she wrote is marvelous. You are forced to spend the weekend in the same house with your sexy arch-rival Taehyung who just so happens to be your brother’s best friend. Naturally snarky hotness ensues.

Off Limits @floralseokjin is basically a famous entry when it comes to this trope. It’s a Jin fic and Miss Jordan writes EXQUISITE Jin characterizations. There is a hint of mistaken (or unknown) identity in this one which makes it even more fun. Sparks fly between you and a devilishly charming Kim Seokjin at a party. You don’t find out until later who he really is—and why he’s off limits.

And finally I’ll recommend my own Brother’s Best Friend fic All I Want for Christmas is You featuring a charming Taehyung who falls for Jimin’s sister. Jimin basically blackmails his best friend into escorting his sister to several holiday galas. Tae and Jimin’s sister have never gotten along, but they soon discover (through multiple pranks and mishaps) that love (and desire) are out of their control.

Not Your Fairytale by @yeojaa is incredibly sweet and tender. Erin really does emotion so well and her Yoongi characterization is honestly so nuanced and brilliant. This story is about a girl who had her heart broken and instead of canceling the cake tasting she scheduled with her philandering ex-fiancé, she wrangles the tsundere best friend of her brother to pretend to be him.

Brother’s Best Friend by @bts-hyperfixation is a short and sweet moment between two people who have been fighting their attraction for each other. It is so hot and delicious I tell you. You’re in trouble and the person you call is probably the person you shouldn’t—but you aren’t the only one willing to take a risk tonight.

Off Limits by @kaddiiction will break your heart and put it back together again. This one was recommended to me by a reader and I cannot thank them enough. It is fantastic. Jimin is a player but he crosses the line when he begins a liaison with his best friend’s sister. Still there is far more to this situation—and Jimin—than meets the eye.

꧁Best Friend’s Brother꧂

Orectic by @gimmesumsuga is one of my favorite fics of all time. It is a hybrid fic where the reader is a cat hybrid and Hoseok is the brother of her best friend who comes to stay with her while her bestie is away... It is so tender yet SO HOT. I’m telling you I cannot even keep count of how many times I have read it.

Theophany by @ilikemesometaetaes was a JOURNEY. It made me so emotional. Like the story centers around art a lot, but let me tell you, this fic IS art. Jimin is just the man of my whole dreams in this piece as the brother of a former best friend with an irresistible allure. It is a coming of age story with the most beautiful twist. AND THE LOVE SCENE—oh my gosh I screamed it was so good. This story is just so so good.

Run by @neonlights92 is Jungkook’s story in the mafia universe I am COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH. You don’t have to read the whole series to understand it (BUT YOU SHOULD). This is best friend’s brother meets arranged marriage and honestly it’s fantastic. Jungkook doesn’t do love and affection and being forced into an arranged marriage with his sister’s friend who has always had a crush on him is just a blow to his freedom... or is she? GAH! This story—like all the stories in this universe—is superb.

The Magic to Happiness by @readyplayerhobi is a best friend’s brother meets teachers AU meets Hogwarts AU. Now... all of those are top tier tropes so finding them together is like winning the lottery. Hobi was once just a skinny kid who had obvious heart eyes for you (his sister’s best friend) but now he’s tall and confident and really attractive. The magic of this story is evident in every word of the sweet relationship that blooms between these two.

Problem with You by @monvante is so sweet and kind of hilarious. I giggled so much! Jungkook is your best friend’s brother and he is kind of too perfect and too handsome and he’s always around and you hate him and he hates you... Right? When you cross paths with the infuriating Jeon Jungkook at your best friend’s wedding, you discover that you may have been wrong about a great many things.

Show Me Yours and I’ll Show You Mine by @ktheist is so so SO fabulous. I was obsessed with this (now complete) series from the very first installment. You and Tae are besties who have know each other since you were little kids, but lately Tae’s older brother Jin has been lookin mighty fine. Just how far can you push him till he breaks. And if he breaks.... what then?

This list is BY NO MEANS exhaustive. I just used it to compile some of my FAVORITES in this particular trope.

➪ IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND FICS I SHOULD CHECK OUT PLEASE COMMENT (seriously please I love this trope so much) AND I WILL ADD THEM TO THIS LIST.

➪ Newer Additions are in PINK!

➪ Newest Additions are in BLUE

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sorin-in-the-sixth-sense · 3 years ago

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Snupin Incorrect Quotes In Pink

Snape: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Lupin: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Snape: Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Lupin: Is it working?

Lupin: Okay, help me please!

Snape: Got two words for you.

Lupin: I bet they won't be helpful.

Snape: Your problem.

Lupin: I was right

Snape: Wow, Lupin, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Lupin: I literally shagged you yesterday.

Snape: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Lupin: Hey Severus, can I get a sip of your water?

Snape: It's not water.

Lupin: Vodka, I like your style!

Snape: It's vinegar.

Lupin: Wh-Wha-

Snape: It's vinegar, COWARD.

Snape: I am not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen!

Lupin: Really? Name one law

Snape: Don't kill people?

Lupin: That's on me. I set the bar too low.

Snape: You're right.

Lupin: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

Snape, after a lesson: I prevented a murder today.

Lupin: Really? How’d you do that?

Snape: self control.

Snape: Yeah I'm LGBT.

Snape: cuLt leader.

Snape: God hates me personally.

Snape: cowBoy hat.

Snape: *Sniffles* Trying my best.

Lupin: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY]

Snape: What the fuck is that?

Lupin: Remorse code.

Snape: I'm even angrier now.

Lupin, handing Sev a hot cup of tea: blow.

Snape: *shrugs and gets down on his knees*

Lupin: THE TEA-

Lupin: *Gets down on one knee*

Snape: Oh my god, it’s finally happening.

Lupin: *Falls over*

Snape: The poison is kicking in.

Harry: I KNEW IT

Snape: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Lupin, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

Lupin: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.

Snape: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

Snape: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I’ve killed anybody. I’m not an arsonist. I’ve never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground.

Lupin: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.

Snape: It’s dark in here

Lupin: Don’t worry dude I got this

Lupin: *Stomps their feet*

Lupin:: *Skechers light up*

Snape: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

Snape: I made tea.

Lupin: I don’t want tea.

Snape: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Lupin: Then why are you telling me?

Snape: It is a conversation starter.

Lupin: That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Snape: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

Snape: The food is too hot, I cant eat it.

Lupin: You’re too hot and I still eat you

Snape: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Lupin: You're like 15 years old

Snape: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

Snape: What’s up guys? I’m back.

Lupin: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.

Snape: Death is a social construct.

Snape: Am I going too far?

Lupin: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.

Lupin: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

Snape:

Snape: Lupin, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

Lupin: *Sips coffee from bowl*

Lupin: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

Snape:

Snape: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.

Snape: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

Lupin: You need more potassium, just eat yogurt then!

Snape: Yogurt is just fruit sperm. And I'm not gay.

Lupin: Know why I called you in here?

Snape: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic?

Lupin: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

Snape: Lily, can I talk to you for a second?

Lily: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and Remus are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss?

Snape: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss.

Snape: I’ve read books.

Lupin: Pros and cons of dating me.

Lupin: Pros. You'll be the cute one.

Lupin: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

Lupin: Who hurt you?

Snape: *Snorting* What, do you want a list?

Lupin: ...Yes, actually.

Lupin: I would never say that Severus is a bitch and I don’t don’t like him. That’s not true… Severus is a bitch and I like him so much!

*Snape arguing with Lupin*

Snape: Just take what’s yours and go!

Lupin: Fine!

Lupin: *Tries to pick up Sev*

Lupin: Uh… Could you come with me?

Snape: I love you.

Lupin, not paying attention: What was that?

Snape: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

Lupin: It'll be fun.

Lupin: We'll make a day of it.

Lupin: Come on you punk bitch.

Snape: I can't believe I have to say this.

Snape: I don't have time to get tested for sti's with you tomorrow.

Snape: *Angrily presses Lupin against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?!

Lupin: ...

Lupin: Are we about to kiss-

Lupin: Do you hold any grudges?

Snape: *Thinks about the list they made of everyone who forgot to tell them ‘Happy Birthday’* No.

Lupin: You're violent.

Snape: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.

Lupin: Can you cut me some slack, Snape? I’m sort of in love.

Snape: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.

Lupin: I’m in love with you.

Snape: *Blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

Lupin: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

Snape: Aren't you forgetting something?

Lupin: Uuh…*Hesitantly kisses Sev’s forehead before running out.*

Snape: No- Pay your bill!

Lupin: Are you ready to commit?

Snape: Like, a crime or a relationship?

Snape: Go fuck yourself.

Lupin, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

Snape: Ugh, the milk expires tomorrow.

Lupin, hinting at their anniversary: Tomorrow’s a real special day, huh?

Snape, confused: Not for anyone who drinks milk.

Lupin: Severus is playing hard to get.

Lupin: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

Snape: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

Lupin: Aww-

Snape: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

Snape: I owe you one.

Lupin: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

Snape: So you like cats?

Lupin: Yeah.

Snape: *Tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

Lupin: As top in this relationship, I think we should-

Snape: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

Snape: I cant make it today, stress is bad for the baby.

Lupin: What baby?

Snape: Me.

Snape about Lupin: I’d never forgive myself if something happened to him and I wasn’t at his bedside to say “I told you so.”

Lupin: Fuck you

Snape: *takes an audibly exaggerated deep breath*

Lily: *in the background* NO SEV HE’S NOT WORTH IT-

Snape: please do

Snape: *kisses Lupin softly*

McGonnagal: Wait... didnt you two hate eachother?

Snape: Shit, you’re right

Snape: *kisses Lupin aggressively*

Lupin: I dont wanna date some pretty girl, I wanna date you!

Snape:

Lupin: Wow ok, that came out wrong.

Lupin: *Kisses Sev’s cheek*

Snape: . . .what was that?

Lupin: Affection?

Snape: Disgusting.

Snape: ...

Snape: Do it again

#severus snape #remus lupin #snupin #wolfprince #incorrect quotes #incorrect harry potter quotes #incorrect snape quotes #pro snape #snape love #snapedom #homosnapians #source: scatterpatter's incorrect quotes generator

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jrvanfleet · 3 years ago

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Angel | SFK

NSFW 18+ Minors, please DNI!

Word Count: 6.2k (I'm so sorry)

Part 2 of ??

[Content warnings: language, SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, friends), multiple orgasms, oral (m receiving), praise kink, masturbation, dom! reader, sex toys, calling Sam a slut??, heavy FLUFF at the beginning (I'm so sorry I'm so emotional), this is FILTHY...and there's so much ahhh? Ahh I'm terrible at these haha]

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!reader

The day after your’s and Sam’s beach shenanigans, everyone began to arrive. The goal for everyone was to get there before 2 pm. You and Sam had gotten up around 9 am. You ate your breakfast, showered, and got the house ready for everyone’s arrival.

While you were prepping the food and drinks, you connected your phone to the portable speaker and shuffled your liked songs. It was always funny when you and Sam listened to your liked songs because you knew that Sam would make fun of you for at least a few of them. The first song to play was ‘Bluebird Revisited’ by Stephen Stills, so it had received Sam’s little nod of approval as the two of you were cutting up fruit, vegetables, and cheese. You thought it would be fun for you and Sam to make a few platters and charcuterie boards for everyone’s arrival.

Sam rummaged through the cabinets to find various platters and plates, placing them on the large island. You were always a little nervous when songs ended and shuffled to another, but it was always funny to see Sam’s reactions to some of your guilty pleasure music.

Anyway… It’s bad bitch o’clock, yeah, it’s thick:30. I’ve been through a lot, but I’m still flirty (okay). Is everybody back up in the building? It’s been a minute, tell me how you’re healing. Cause I’m about to get into my feelings. How you feeling? How you feeling right now? Oh, I’ve been so down and under pressure –

Sam’s ears perked up at the new song that played while he concentrated, his eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed while he tried to figure out what he was listening to.

You sang along and swayed your hips to the music while you continued to wash and cut the food in front of you.

It’s about damn time. In a minute, I’ma need a sentimental man or woman to pump me up. Feeling fussy, walking in my Balenci-ussies tryna bring out the fabulous. Cause I give a fuck way too much. I’ma need, like, two shots in my cup. Wanna get up, wanna get down. Mmh, that’s how I feel right now.

You continued to sing along as you tried to do what you could remember of the viral TikTok dance, earning a laugh from Sam. He watched you intently as you continued to move along to the music.

“Y/N, what is this song? Who’s singing it?” he chuckled. You put your knife and food down and danced over to him, grabbing his hands and starting to move them back and forth. He moved with you, dancing in the kitchen…or at least Sam’s version of dancing. He was always funny to watch when he danced…he was so tall and lanky and looked incredibly goofy with the way he moved.

“This, Samuel is the queen herself…Lizzo. The song, ‘About Damn Time’!” you replied, continuing to dance with your boyfriend, “Just dance, baby!” Sam obliged and danced with you through the rest of the song.

“You know I don’t like that pop music right?” he asked. You nodded in response as ‘From Eden’ by Hozier began playing.

“Well, that was kind of fun…I think I like Lizzo?” he added, causing you to laugh a little.

“I love Lizzo! Bad bitches love Lizzo, Sammy,” you replied, “So that means…”

“I’m a bad bitch?” he questioned.

“Yes, Samuel. You, my love, are in fact a bad bitch!” the two of you laughed together as the music continued to play and you went back to preparing the food.

When you were finished cleaning and cutting all of the food, Sam made a pitcher of margaritas. In all of the times you two had hosted people, Sam always made margaritas because he insisted that he makes the best margaritas. While Sam was very confident in his margarita-making skills, they were basically just tequila, and could get you drunk pretty quickly…but they were ‘Sam’s Margaritas’. Sometimes when he’s not looking, you or Danny will just have premade margarita mix and you’ll switch it out…in an attempt to save the people who were drinking it. He hasn’t noticed it yet, he just thinks he makes a mean margarita.

Once you two were finished with putting all of the food and drinks together, it was around 12:45 pm, and knowing the parents, they’d probably be showing up soon. So, you and Sam went through and made sure everything was nice and clean before they arrived.

By the time you were done with that, you and Sam laid out on the large couch in the main family room. You cuddled into one another and sighed.

“Hmm, this is the last time we’ll be alone alone for the next two weeks,” he stated, kissing your forehead. You looked up at him and pulled him in to kiss your lips.

“I know, but it will be so great to spend time with your family and the Wagners. My family will be down next week which is exciting. We’ll be with the people we love the most,” you smiled.

“We will, but I’m already with the person I love more than anyone and anything. I love how much you love my family and how much they love you...I really do, but I also really love having you all to myself. I’m a little selfish when it comes to spending time with you, especially when I don’t get to be with you when we tour. I miss having you around me…you just..." he paused, a few tears rolling down his face, "you make me better, Y/N."

While Sam wasn’t normally overly emotional or vulnerable with most people, he was always completely open and honest with you. You could feel your heart hurting as Sam opened up about how much he missed you. You of course missed him too and wished you could always be with him, but having a job and responsibilities made it incredibly difficult to always be there when he’s traveling all over the world and living his dream.

You moved from your spot and adjusted yourself so you were now straddling him. His hands were quick to find your waist, and your hands cupped his cheeks. You wiped the few tears that ran down his face, kissing where the tears had been.

“Sam, honey, I know it’s not easy. We’ve been doing this for years, and it’s hard...but we always make it work. I’ll be there, okay? I-I'll see what I can do. I’ll be there,” you replied. He looked up at you with a soft smile, his hands gently rubbing up and down your sides. You returned his smile and kissed his lips sweetly.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said, bringing his hands to your cheeks.

“And I love you most, Sammy,” you reply, kissing him again. You kept your hands on his cheeks while his hands moved to back to your sides. He pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss. After a few minutes, you pulled apart, and you wrapped your arms around each other, relaxing in each other’s arms before everyone arrived.

~~~

The first people to arrive were the parents; who showed up at 1:15 pm, then Jake and Jita around 1:30 pm (she truly was the reason why Jake showed up on time for things), Danny and Josie came around 1:45 pm, and Josh pulled up just after 3 pm with a very irritated Ronnie. When they had shown up, everyone else had been chatting amongst themselves in the kitchen or living area. Josh cheerfully mozied his way into the home, but Ronnie definitely was not as happy as Josh.

“I swear…every single time I’m stuck going somewhere with Josh, we’re always SO late,” she huffed, giving her mom a hug and accepting a drink from Sam. She hugged her dad, you, Jita, and her brothers, then she took a sip of the margarita Sam had made her. She made a little face, pursing her lips before saying, “Shit. This is strong! Sam? You made this?”

“Well yes, dear sister. I did. I know, I know…best damn margarita you’ve ever had! Right?” Sam replied, taking a sip of his own drink before letting out a satisfied, “Ahh!” You couldn’t help but giggle at the interaction.

“Oh baby brother, if I hadn’t just traveled all that way with Josh, I would say that your margaritas are terrible…but given the circumstances, I’d say that’s a pretty good drink,” she said, patting him on the shoulder.

“Thank you! I think?” Sam questioned, taking another sip of his drink and turning to you. “You like the drinks I make? Right? You think they’re good?” he whispered, looking in your eyes.

“You know me, I love a Sammy cock….tail,” you whispered back, trying not to laugh too hard while you said it. His eyes widened and he choked a bit on his drink.

“Wow! Thank you, that was the perfect answer, and you, my darling are the perfect woman. That was hilarious and I love you.” he laughed, putting his drink down on the counter and hugging you from behind, planting a few soft kisses on your neck.

“Gross,” Josh said as he walked over to the two of you, salty dog in hand. You swore this man brought his own 'accommodations' wherever he went.

“Hey, fuck you,” Sam fired back, tensing a bit around you.

“Whoa! ‘Twas a joke, little brother. You know how much I adore Y/N,” Josh said, motioning towards you.

“It’s always great to see you, Josh! Are you excited to relax for the next two weeks?” you asked.

“Of course, Y/N! What a wonderful thing…being able to spend time in such a relaxing place with the people we love. I’m looking forward to taking the time to refresh and prepare for the next shows. Will you be joining us for those, Y/N?” he asked.

“I don’t know yet? I’d like to, but it all depends on work and how much they’ll allow me to take off,” you reply. Of course, you’d love to see them play, especially after your conversation with Sam, so you’ll be making lots of calls and sending lots of emails on this vacation to try to get some leeway. Hopefully, you can see them play sooner rather than later.

“Maybe we can go old school and play a little show while we’re here on vacation? We can have Dad come up and play with us? Something really small?” Sam suggested, moving to look at you with a big smile.

“Oooh, now that’s a great idea, Samuel. We’ll have a band meeting to talk about it. Maybe we can reach out to a venue around here and we can keep it really small? Like we did with the Troubadour a few months ago…but smaller?” Josh added. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as he took a sip of his drink. “We’ll talk, brother. We’ll talk,” he added as he walked over to Karen, giving her a big hug and a kiss on her cheek.

Sam turned you around to look at him, his hands on your hips, “Wouldn’t that be cool though, honey? If we have a little show while we’re here? Then you would be here for it and I just feel so much better when you’re there. I want to play for you, Y/N,” he rambled excitedly.

“Of course, I’d love to see you guys play! And your fans would freak if you decided to do a pop-up show!” you giggled, practically melting at his wanting to play for you, and excited about the opportunity to see them play.

After everyone said their hellos and caught up a bit, everyone took some time to get settled in their rooms. Karen and Kelly are staying in the master bedroom on the first floor, and Lori and Dan are in the master bedroom on the second floor. Josh and Danny are sharing a room with two double beds on the second floor that is connected by a bathroom to Ronnie and Josies’ room with two double beds. On the third floor, you and Sam were in a room with its own bathroom, and Jake and Jita were in another room with its own bathroom.

The remainder of the evening was pretty laid back, consisting of ordering take-out from a local Thai restaurant, and going out to the beach to swim and watch the sunset. The kids were all splashing around in the calm waves, trying to dunk one another or trying to finish the evening ‘undunked’. Of course, Sam was practically attached to you the entire time you were in the water, trying to steal your warmth away, and occasionally trying to dunk you. After a good amount of time, the sun was beginning to set, so you all trickled out of the water, wrapping up in towels and sitting down to watch the sun say goodnight.

Sam sat down on the same beach blanket you had used yesterday for your…beachside adventure.

“Come here, baby…lay with me,” he said, motioning for you to sit in front of and lay back on him. You settled yourself between his legs, his long arms wrapping around your torso, pulling you close to him as memories were flooding back from the day prior. Sam nuzzled his face into your neck, kissing you gently. You sat there together, drinking in the sunset and one another. You couldn’t help but think back to your conversations earlier, talking about how much he loved having you with him on tour. You loved him so much and didn’t want him to think that you were choosing your job over him and your relationship. You’ll definitely be making some calls during your free time to rearrange your schedule, perhaps even start working remotely. But like you told Sam yesterday, you had some plans for him this trip…and you’re certain that he will absolutely love them.

~~~

It was a shorter night for the Kiszkas and Wagners due to everyone spending the entirety of the day traveling. By 9:30 pm, everyone was back at the house. Once mostly everyone said goodnight, it was just you, Sam, Jita, Karen, and Lori left in the kitchen. You were sitting around the kitchen island, with Sam standing behind you, his lanky arms wrapped around you.

“You coming up, sweetheart?” Sam asked, pulling away and beginning to walk towards the stairs.

“Yeah, I’ll be up in a bit! We’re just going to finish the plan for tomorrow!” you replied.

“Okie dokie! I’m going to quickly jump in the shower! Goodnight, beautiful ladies! I love you all!” he said, giving his mom a hug and a kiss on the forehead, and hugging Lori and Jita.

Once Sam was up the stairs, you finished up the plans for tomorrow within 10 minutes and decided to start heading up to bed.

“I’m glad we have a plan for tomorrow! Aw I’m so happy to be here,” Karen said, giving you a big hug, “Goodnight, honey,” she said kissing your forehead, “Goodnight, sweetie,” she said, doing the same to Jita. “Oh and Lori, we’re so glad you’re all here,” she said hugging her.

“Thank you for including us! We love you all so much,” she replied.

After a bit more conversation, you all made your way to your bedrooms. You walked up the steps with Jita, said goodnight once again, hugged, and then went your separate ways to your rooms.

When you walked into the room, Sam had a towel wrapped around his waist and he had a pair of briefs laid out, ready to change into them.

“Hey baby, I just quickly rinsed off my body and I’m about to get into bed. Do you think you’ll shower tonight? Or tomorrow?” he asked.

“Hmm, I think I’ll just rinse off my body tonight and put on pajamas. Maybe we can actually shower tomorrow after the beach, and before we go out to dinner?” you suggested.

“Sounds like a great plan to me!” he replied as you walked towards your suitcase, looking through your belongings.

Once you found what you were looking for, you walked to the bathroom saying, “Okay, Sammy, I’ll be quick!”

“Hurry back, pretty girl! I want some cuddles before we go to sleep!” he called out as you giggled your way into the bathroom.

Once you were in the bathroom, you quickly got in the shower, rinsed off your body, and dried yourself off. You brushed your teeth, combed through your hair, and put on some deodorant and perfume…then the finishing touch…your ‘pajamas’ for the evening.

What Sam didn’t realize about this trip was that you had planned out your bedtime outfits ahead of time. Tonight, you were wearing a brand new mostly sheer black babydoll number. When you wear lingerie, you tend to gravitate more towards lighter colors which Sam loves, but sometimes you find yourself in the mood for a change. So tonight, it should be interesting to see Sam’s reaction to your barely-there black lingerie.

Tonight, you’re wanting to take charge a bit, and switch things up. While you and Sam could both be classified as “switches” in the bedroom, you definitely tend to be submissive most of the time…but not tonight. You were excited to spice things up a bit and reverse the roles you typically fell into. You’re also both very vocal, so it should be fun to see him struggle to stay quiet with his family and the Wagners in the same house.

“How are you doing in there, honey? Almost ready for bed?” he asked, knocking lightly on the bathroom door.

“Yup! I’ll be out in a minute!” you replied, adjusting your outfit and looking at the marks Sam strategically placed on you over the past few days…all different shades. You trailed your fingers along them as Sam called out again, “okay sweetheart! I put your book on your bedside table! Are you still connected to the speaker? Can you put some music on?” you took your phone and played your ‘laundry room’ playlist (an: lol this is my seggsy/steamy playlist), the first song coming on being George Harrison’s ‘I’d Have You Anytime.'

“Oooh great song, Y/N! God, this is such a great album!” he said, his voice fading a bit as he was probably walking towards the bed. You scanned yourself in the mirror one last time and take a deep breath. You slowly opened the door and walked out to see Sam reading his book, hair pulled up into a bun, legs crossed, and his back against the headboard. The warm-toned lamps on either side of the bed moodily light the room.

You smile a bit as you notice his toes tapping along with the song's beat, and a look of concentration graces his face...eyebrows furrowed slightly and lightly biting his bottom lip. He was wearing his MeUndies Stranger Things briefs that matched a bra and pair of panties you had.

“Thank you for getting my book out, Sammy…but I don’t think we’ll be reading very much tonight,” you said, causing his gaze to move from his book to you. His eyes widened, and the book fell out of his hands, right onto the ground…his jaw practically on the floor with it.

Whenever Sam looks at you, you swore it was as if he was looking at you for the very first time. He always seems to be in complete awe of you despite how long you’ve been together or how long you’ve known each other. So, when he sees you wearing something special…especially if that something is new…his reaction is priceless.

“Y/N…you look…oh my god? You-uh that’s um new? Is it? When did you? Wow!” he rambled, scanning your body and his eyes landing on your chest that was practically exposed beneath the extremely sheer material.

“Do you mind if I join you, Sammy?” you asked, batting your eyelashes and beginning to slowly walk towards him.

“Oh, please do,” he replied, scanning the hickeys littered along your chest and torso…his hand now on top of his obvious and growing erection.

You walked over to his side of the bed, taking his hands in yours and getting onto the bed. You adjusted so you were now straddling him and moved his large hands to your chest. You guided them over your chest, breasts, and along your sides…feeling the soft, extremely thin fabric and your body until you let them rest on your hips.

You reach out to cup his face with your hands as he continues to move along your sides and your back. You kiss his lips softly several times, grinding your hips against his erection.

“Nice underwear, baby,” you say, giggling in between kisses.

“I could say the same to you, Y/N. Good god,” he laughed, pulling you back into him. His hands traced your skin underneath your lingerie while his lips began placing open-mouth kisses along your jaw, neck, and chest.

You brought his mouth back to yours, kissing them once more before you began trailing kisses along his jaw, neck, chest, and stomach until your lips met just above the waistband of his underwear.

“Mmm can I touch you, Sammy?” you asked, settling between his legs and looking up at him.

“Oh please…please do, baby…shit,” he replied, breathing heavily and watching you intently as you placed a kiss on his erection first through his underwear, and then again once he helped you pull them off. You continue planting kisses on his body, sucking on his skin and leaving marks as you near his cock. Your hands found his erection, gently wrapping around the length of it. You began lightly swirling the tip of your tongue around the tip of his dick, causing his body to tense slightly and a low groan to escape his mouth.

“Mmm please, Y/N…stop teasing me, please. I-I need you,” he rambled, not bothering to control his volume as he was too busy focusing on you and your tongue.

“Uh uh uh,” you tut, “we’re not alone in this house, Sammy. We don’t want them to hear how desperate you are. Do we?”

“Desperate? Only for you, angel,” he chuckled breathily, “But you better be careful with what you say because I might just have to grab you and fuck you so hard that everyone in the state knows how desperate YOU are for ME,” he added.

You remove your hands and tongue from his cock and move towards him. You bring your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks as you straddle him, your clothed heat grazing his hard-on.

“Aw, Sammy…you think you’re running the show tonight? Honey, that’s so cute,” you say, causing his dick to twitch against you, “Mmm do you like it when I’m in charge? I can feel how much you like it,” you added, barely grinding yourself against him, causing him to moan.

“Ooh so someone doesn’t want to stay quiet? Maybe I should just leave you here like this? I could just go into the bathroom and get myself off…ooh or maybe I should just finish myself off right here in front of you? I can tie up your hands so you can’t do anything about it?” you suggest, resulting in him shaking his head in response.

“Are you going to be nice and quiet for me, Sammy? Or are you going to be a needy little slut? Moaning and groaning at every minuscule thing I do? With every hand movement, and flick or a swirl of my tongue…are you going to control yourself for me, baby?” you taunted, Sam’s eyes going wide at the dirty words coming from the mouth that is normally letting out praises and moans when the roles are reversed. He nodded his head in agreement, bringing his hand to his mouth, ‘locking’ it shut and ‘placing the key’ on the bedside table.

“Good,” you reply, resuming your previous position between his legs, your hands, and mouth finding his dick. You lick a slow stripe along his length and bring him into your mouth, setting a steady pace. You knew this was difficult for Sam, since you are both very vocal in any other place or situation, but seeing him try to control himself and pretty much fail at it was one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen.

To contain himself, Sam bites down hard on his bottom lip, watching as you bring him closer and closer to finishing. He begins to twitch inside of you, threatening to spill into your mouth. You moan around his cock, quickening your pace. He’s quickly approaching his orgasm, you feel the arousal between your legs puddle in your panties. Sam is completely under your control, and you couldn’t get enough.

You feel him twitch inside your mouth again and begin to let out a moan before trying to catch himself, reaching for the pillow next to him and bringing it to his mouth to bite down on. He releases into your mouth as he groans into the pillow, panting and thrusting himself into you.

Once he completely finished, you swallowed and removed him from your mouth. He looked down at you and reached out for you, wanting to pull you close to him…wanting to return the favor and make you feel good. You looked up at him as you moved away from him, walking towards your suitcase and rummaging through the contents. He looked at you as you bent over, your arousal clearly dripping down the top of your thighs and he let out a low, “fuck me.”

“You’re lucky I let you finish, Sammy. You were making quite a bit of noise even after I told you not to,” you say, finally finding what you were looking for. You pulled out a bright pink vibrator wand and a pair of handcuffs and slowly walked toward the comfortable chair in the corner. You turned on the lamp so he could see what you were about to do and placed the toy and handcuffs on the chair, then slowly removing your panties.

“Since you were so naughty and couldn’t contain yourself, I’m going to get myself off right in front of you and you don’t get to touch me or yourself…just like I warned you,” you said taking the handcuffs and walking towards him.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, eyes wide as he voluntarily gave you his hands. He leaned forward and you guided his hands behind his back, placing the handcuffs on his wrists and planting a kiss on his forehead before you walked back to the chair, picked up the toy, and settled yourself on the chair.

You spread your legs, your right leg hanging over one of the chair’s armrests. You held the toy in your right hand and started running it and your left hand lightly along your chest, torso, and thighs. Your left hand found your nipple through the light fabric and played with it gently. Sam was so laser-focused on you that he quite literally had no idea where he should look. Here you were, practically displaying yourself in front of him with your legs spread, your cunt dripping, toy in one hand, and touching your body with the other. His cock was already back up, ready to go and throbbing for you.

“Hmm it sure is fun having the roles reversed, isn’t it, Sammy?” you asked, loving the control you held, and loving the effect it had on him. You turned the vibrator on to the second-lowest setting and brought it to your clit, letting out a sigh and then turning it up one level.

“ Fuck, that’s so hot. Y/N, please….this is torture, baby. Please let me touch you…I promise I’ll be so good,” he pleaded, painfully hard at the sight of you.

“Aw honey, I gave you the opportunity to prove to me that you could be good, but here we are. You’re handcuffed and throbbing, watching me make myself feel good. This could have been you, Sammy,” you reply, turning up the speed once more and continuing to use your left hand to touch your breasts.

You knew how focused Sam was on you, but you decided not to pay him any mind. Instead, you closed your eyes and focused purely on your own pleasure...how you would when Sam is away and you’re left thinking about him or you’re on the phone with him.

You feel a knot begin to form in your stomach, so you turn up the speed three more times, bucking your hips slightly, wanting more pressure against your swollen clit. You let out soft moans as you begin to hear quiet moans and shallow breathing coming from Sam’s direction. You ignore it and continue to chase your own high, pushing your boobs together and squeezing your nipples until you bite down on your lip, letting out a strangled moan.

With eyes closed as you’re coming down from your high, you hear a stifled groan and heavy breathing. You turn off the toy and open your eyes just in time to see Sam…panting, his forehead sweaty, and his stomach being covered by his cum.

“Oh my g-” you start, eyes wide and looking at him. “Sam, did you just…without…touching?” you asked, utterly shocked.

“Y/N, you were just so….I’m so sorry…I couldn’t help it…” he said, slightly embarrassed at the situation. You got up from the chair, literally threw the vibrator behind you, and rushed over to Sam. You cupped his face and brought him in for a passionate kiss.

“Sam, don’t apologize. That was one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my entire life,” you reply kissing him again and quickly moving to release him from the handcuffs. Once they’re off, he’s pulling you on top of him, kissing you all across your chest and along your neck.

You kiss each other and roam each other’s bodies as if you haven’t touched in years. You could feel his erection grow as you kissed him. Sam’s stamina always impressed you…he was always ready to get right back into it after cumming as hard as he just did…twice.

He continued to move his hands all over your body, feeling every inch of you. You pulled your lips away from his and said, “Mm well since you were so pretty cumming without me even touching you, I’m going to let you fuck me. How does that sound?” He nodded his head quickly in response and brought his hand to your dripping core, finding your swollen clit with ease and rubbing it.

“You’re absolutely soaked, Y/N. Oh my god, I can feel it dripping down your thighs too” he whispered, looking at you with a smirk. He continues to circle your clit as you're practically grinding yourself against his lower stomach, the cum from his past orgasm mixing with yours.

“You dirty girl, fucking yourself against my cum-covered stomach. Dirty, dirty, dirty,” he groans, quickening his hand movements against your extremely sensitive clit. You pull him in for another kiss in an attempt to stifle both of your moans. It’s so easy to give him control when he knows exactly what to do and what to say, but you snap out it and pull your mouth away from his.

“I think you forgot who’s in charge tonight, Sammy. You’re going to put your cock inside of me, and then I’m going to use you to fuck myself. You aren’t allowed to cum until I tell you so. Understood?” you ask, bringing your hand to grip his chin.

“Anything for you, baby,” he replies, still slightly in shock at your continued dominance. At his words, you lift yourself off of him just enough to line his hard cock with your entrance. You drag his tip through your wet folds, causing his breath to hitch. Once you finally sink down on his cock, he let out a low groan, not bothering to control his volume. You quickly cover his mouth with your hands as you’re sitting on his cock, your pussy clenching and throbbing around him.

“Shh…you still have to be quiet, baby. We don’t want to wake up your entire family. Do we?” you say, looking him in the eyes as you continue to grind down his cock. “Can you be quiet while I fuck myself on your cock, angel?” you ask. ‘Angel’ has been a pet name Sam used for you for as long as you can remember, especially while you’re having sex, and he is absolutely destroying you. So, when the name left your mouth, he was surprised at first then practically became complete putty in your hands.

You continued to move on his cock, rapidly picking up the pace. You looked at Sam who was biting his bottom lip, trying so desperately not to cum or make a noise. What a sight it was…this beautiful man you love so much, writhing beneath you…hanging on your every word and movement, waiting to cum until you told him.

“Fuck, you look so pretty Sammy…you’re just the prettiest thing in the whole world…and you’re all mine,” you say to him breathlessly, causing his cock to twitch inside you.

“Do you like that, baby? Do you like it when I tell you how pretty you are? You like it when I tell you that you’re all mine?” you pant, quickening your pace as you near your second orgasm and bring him even closer to his third of the evening.

“I fucking love it! I love when you tell me I’m pretty and when, mmm shit, when you say I’m yours – fuck… I am, baby…I’m yours! Fucking hell, can I please cum…I’m so so close…please, please, please,” he breathed, barely able to hold on to any sort of control. Your dominance, his words, his face, his hands, his cock, everything about him was bringing you closer and closer to an impending release. At this point, you were so close to finishing that you decided it was time for Sam to finish too.

“Mm okay, Sammy. Since you were so good, cum for me. Right now, baby. Fuck, fill me up, Sam. Cum with me, right now” you instruct, speeding up your movements, your pussy clenching around him. At your words, Sam pulled you in to kiss him…knowing he would let out a moan loud enough that the entire house would surely hear. Together you both came, bodies practically convulsing as you were moaning into each other’s mouths.

You continued your movements on top of him as you both came down from your eyes, his swollen lips lazily planting kisses along your face and jaw.

“That sure was something, Y/N. I think you’re going to have to take charge more often. That was….wow,” Sam chuckled, “I really like this too, it’s very pretty,” he added, his hands trailing and feeling the fabric of lingerie that still covered the top half of your body. You smile a little at his comment and pull him close, kissing his lips again.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I had a lot of fun with it,” you reply, getting up from his lap and walking towards the bathroom. “But right now, I would love to take a nice, hot shower…would you like to join me, angel?” you ask. He gets up and runs over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Angel? Hmm, I like it when you call me that,” he said, kissing your shoulder, “but, just you wait until you see what I have in store for you these next two weeks.”

You giggled at his comment and walked into the bathroom, Sam’s lanky arms still wrapped around your waist as he walked behind you. Sam released you briefly to get the warm water running. He helped you take off your lingerie, kissing your lips once more before testing the water and helping you in. He first washed your body, taking his time to care for each and every part of you. While you washed him, he couldn’t help but stare at you with adoration.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” he said, breaking the silence.

“I love you more, Sammy,” you reply as you finish rinsing the soap off of your bodies. The two of you got out of the shower, changed into pajamas, turned out the lights, and got into bed. Sam was quick to pull you into him, nose lightly nudging your forehead before he placed a kiss on it.

“I love you most,” Sam said, you hummed sweetly in response, pulling yourself closer to him as you both trailed off to sleep.

To be continued…

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chapter 7

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Thankfully the group made it to class just in time. The Laboratory looked just like the ones Percy had seen Hex Maniacs have, with bubbling cauldrons, crystals, herbs, and colorful liquids in vials of all kinds of shapes.

Percy guessed potionology would be just like cooking, just follow the recipe, and you’d be fine. know what’s good for what, how one ingredient goes with another, and how much of it is needed, she did it all the time while making face masks, lotions, creams, and Pokemon food.

As she was thinking this the teacher walked in. He was young looking man with dark grey eyes and short white and black hair. He was wearing a fine suit and a faux fur coat over it. Fabulous, Percy thought as she saw him walking over to her.

“You must be Ms. Remmington. I’m your Potionology and homeroom teacher, Professor Divus Crewel. You may call me Master Crewel.” He introduced himself, and he had an accent too just like Percy. He then gestured to her lab coat and uniform with the pointer that was attached to a red collar, “I’m surprised that you got a uniform tailored this quickly, got to admit it fits you well. It’s a pleasure to finally have a puppy instead of these unruly mutts. If any of them get out of hand, don’t hesitate to tell me.”

“Thank you, Master Crewel, I know an amazing seamstress,” she thanked him with a kind smile while petting Mimikyu, who was currently on her lap, “And don’t worry sir, I have a vast amount of experience disciplining wild animals myself.”

“Excellent, good girl.” He praised then turned to the rest of the class and smacked his pointer against his palm, silencing the entire class. Then introduce himself again. “My name is Divus Crewel. You may call me Master Crewel. Now, take your seats. Class is about to begin. We’re going to start with the basics. And by that, I mean beating the names and distinguishing characteristics of one hundred herbs and poisons into your tiny brains. The mycelia are another matter. But eventually, I’m hopeful you’ll be able to take a walk without putting anything poisonous into your gaping maws. For now, I realize you have all the self-control of voracious hounds. But I will not abide a single student failing this class. Expect to be drilled accordingly.”

“Huh. So…” Deuce whispered to them slowly, “does anyone know what a mycelia is?”

“The vegetative part of a fungus, consisting of a network of fine white filaments,” Percy answered as she took a look at the potionology book. Oh yeah, she was sure she was gonna excel at this class.

She might’ve not been an official student since she was five, but that doesn’t mean that she was stupid. Percy had a proclivity for analytical thinking and unofficially, she was academically brilliant. She is a fast learner and she was natural at subjects such as mathematics, physics, biology, science, and chemistry.

“I’ve never been one for like,” Ace took one look at the textbook and grimaced, “Memorizing what things are, ya know?”

“All I care about is how to tell the yummy plants from the yucky ones,” Grim said with his paws on his hips.

“It’s important to know what’s poisonous and what’s not Grim, just like the Nightshade berries, just because it’s sweet doesn’t mean it can’t kill you.” Percy said without looking up from the book.

The next was History of Magic.

The old gentleman gave Percy a curt, yet polite greeting upon entering. He was a tall elderly man with small grey eyes and greying, neatly combed back hair, but the most interesting thing about him was the creature he held in his arms. It was a chubby Purugly-looking creature with long black fur, a white muzzle, and golden eyes.

“I am your History of Magic teacher, Mozus Trein.” He introduced himself then lifted the creature in his arms for all of them to see, “And this is my familiar, Lucius. You are here to learn the rich history of magic, and how it has sculpted the world that you now so easily take for granted. I grade based on classroom behavior as well as the quality of work. Don’t let me catch you sleeping. Now, let us open our books to page fifteen. This section concerns the magestones discovered in the Dwarfs’ Mine.”

Okay, that took Percy’s attention from the professor’s familiar and she quickly turned the page.

“As knowledge and awareness of magical energy began to spread across the globe from this point, this year is considered Year One of the Magic Era.” The teacher started again putting his familiar down.

Who then slowly made its way to the blonde girl and rubbed up against her leg just like her Purugly did when she wanted attention. She put Mimikyu on her desk and leaned down to pick up the creature.

“Well hello, Lucius.” She quietly greeted him and scratched his chin just like her Purugly liked; it seemed to do the job for this feline too. Lucius purred in his arms as she listened to Professor Trein’s lecture.

Normally she wasn’t in history, but knowing the history of magic from a different reality might come in handy while she was here, so she listened closely.

But that cannot be said for the rest of her classmates, as most of them were already dosed off, including the two Heartslabyul boys beside her. Ace was yawning loudly, and while Deuce’s attempts to be interested were unsuccessful, he did at least tried.

“Fascinating… ‘Dwarfs’ Mine’…” the blue-haired boy mumbled in his sleep, “Mhm, mhm… ‘magical energy’…”

“Maaan…” Grim groaned, “When do we get to the classes where we blow stuff up with magic?”

“You can’t get to those classes without learning their basics, Grim.” Percy scolded him silently as she took notes with one hand to not bother Lucius on her lap.

The rest of the class went normally, save for one incident where Mimikyu and Lucius hissed at each other while fighting for her lap.

And up next was Physical Education which was taught by a very muscular, broad-shouldered man with a thick neck and thick chest. He had dark brown hair styled in a pompadour, small blue eyes, and a thin beard framing his face.

“I’m Coach Vargas, and physically educating your feeble little bodies is my responsibility. Great sorcery begins with a great physique! Behold!” he exclaimed gesturing to his body, “The muscles you can build with a diet of raw eggs! A great mage needs a great physical constitution! So gimme twenty laps and a hundred push-ups!”

“Bleah.” Ace groaned as they walked to the running tracks. “The forced exercise is bad enough, but meatheads like this guy drive me nuts.”

“Finally!” Deuce boomed, “A subject I’m good at!”

“Explain to me the appeal of runnin’ around in circles! Do I look like a hamster?” Grim complained to his human counterpart.

“Let’s do our best!” Deuce yelled.

15 laps later…

Both boys and the feline monster were breathless. Even deuce who was confident in his abilities was panting.

“I feel like I’m gonna throw up.” Ace wheezed.

“Normally I like running,” Deuce agreed while running next to him, “But not for this long.”

“I can’t feel my paws!” Grim cried.

And then there was Percy, jogging to them with Mimikyu running next to her, who was cackling at the boys’ condition, without even breaking a sweat. And snickering at them

“You guys are so weak, it’s not even funny.” She taunted.

“How are you still not out of breath?” Ace asked, he didn’t have the energy to be angry.

“I have been walking the entire length of continents since I was 10, mate. This is nothing.” Percy bragged.

The boys didn’t have anything to say to that.

“See you at the finish line losers.” She said and suddenly bolted finishing her 20th lap and starting her push-ups.

“Very good, Very good, Remmington!” Coach Vargas praised her as he counted her push-ups.

“Thank you, Coach.”

“And may I ask why your uniform has a hood?” Coach asked curiously, it was warm outside and most people tend to shed their clothing as they worked out, but the blonde girl was covered head to toe.

“Because Coach,” *Push-up* “I’m allergic to sunlight,” *Push-up* “So you see,” *Push-up* “I need to wear,” *Push-up* “Covering clothes,” *Push-up* “When I’m out,” Percy answered him between push-ups.

“All right, I’ll accept it. Keep up the good work.” He said as he left.

“Let’s see, our next class is…” Deuce started but didn’t finish his sentence.

“This so-called magic Academy feels a lot like a lame, ordinary school,” Ace said while using the wall as a crutch, he stretched out the lingering tension in his legs from P.E. “It’s not what I expected, but at least this collar won’t be much of a problem after all.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Percy shrugged, she was now carrying Mimikyu in her arms like a doll, “I haven’t been to school since I was 5.”

“What?!” Deuce interceded.

“Well, some things happened when I was 5 and I couldn’t go to school anymore. That’s all I wish to say about it.” She said sternly as she hugged her Pokemon partner tightly to her chest, but then she loosened her grip on him, “Also things function differently in my reality. Kids go to school until they become eligible for a trainer’s license at 10. Then they usually go on Pokemon journeys, fighting in their region’s gym circuits, and then when they’re done, they go back for a few more years of school for jobs, unless they’re like me and they make a career in Pokemon battles.”

“Lucky.” Ace whined, “Can I go back with you to your reality? I wouldn’t mind traveling around the world with a bunch of powerful monsters, battling with other people for a living.”

“If I find a way to and back, why not? But I’m warning you, it’s not as easy as it sounds.” She warned.

“Still, it sounds so much fun,” Deuce said with admiration, “Don’t you think so Grim? Grim?”

Percy had a bad feeling about this…

They look around but the feline monster was nowhere to be seen. Mimikyu hissed, pointing toward the window with his extended black hand-like appendage to his trainer. Percy then saw a gray form running away in the courtyard.

“He’s cutting the class on the first day?!” she fumed at the insolence of the fiery feline.

“Boy, that guy is not a fast learner.” Deuce shook his head.

“Not a good look to lose your only student on your first day as Housewarden.” Ace smirked at the girl, making both her and her partner glare at him, “Want help catching him? I’ll do it if you buy me a chocolate croissant.”

“I’d do it for an iced latte at the cafeteria,” Deuce added with a smile.

“I will remember this,” Percy glared at them, then looked down the window to see how high it was, “To hell with you two!”

“Uh, Percy what are you doing?” the blue-haired boy asked as he looked at her worried when she sat on the window edge.

But Percy didn’t pay any mind to him, you see she guessed something like this could’ve happened, so she planned accordingly. Fool her once, shame on you. Fool her twice… there won’t be a second time.

She opened her parasol and jumped off the window with Mimikyu in her arms while yelling, “Mimikyu, Psychic!”

Mimikyu’s entire body started to glow light blue, then the glow spread to Percy too and he got them down slowly.

Percy then reached her belt for a Pokeball and pointed in Grim’s direction, “Fletchinder, Quick Attack!”

In a flash of light Fletchinder appeared, flew at Grim as fast as an arrow, and slammed into him. As he flew he left behind a white trail of energy with silver streaks inside it. Once Grim was on the ground Fletchinder grabbed him from behind of his collar with his talons and flew back to his trainer while the feline monster struggled to break free.

“Mrrah! I had it with these boring classes!” Grim screamed as Mimikyu grabbed him from Fletchinder by his tail from his spot on Percy’s shoulder as she dragged him back inside the building.

“Then you will never become a great mage!” she shouted back.

“UGH! When did you get all bossy?”

“I was always bossy, are you just noticing it now?”

“Wooo! Lunchtime at last!” To no one’s surprise on the way to the cafeteria Grim was on the lead, once he saw the buffet he was already drooling like a Snubbul, “Whoa! They got some good-lookin’ grub!”

“Hmm, a buffet. That’s unexpectedly fancy. Mimikyu,” As her partner handed her a tray, she checked out the choices. “Thank you, darling.”

Now, what to eat? Its lunch should keep it light, a tarragon chicken salad would do, lemon tea with a teaspoon of honey also meat buns for Mimikyu and Fletchinder. She calmly picked up her food, meanwhile…

“Look how fluffy those omelets are!”

Her feline counterpart was drooling over everything on the buffet.

“Ooh, grilled chicken! And a bacon-and-egg tart!” Grim exclaimed with stars in his eyes.

“Shhh! Dude, inside voices!” Ace shushed him, shaking his head, “Where was this energy earlier today?”

“Percy, grab me the grilled chicken! There’s only one left! And an omelet too. and that jelly-filled bread. Just fill your whole tray with ‘em!” In his excitement, Grim bumped into another student. “Ow!”

“Hey! Watch where you’re goin’!” the boy then looked at his tray and stuttered, “M-my carbonara! You broke the yolk!”

“Whoa, that’s messed up! Pokin’ the egg is the best part! You better make this right, pal!” his Buddy joined in.

“I’m gonna need that grilled chicken of yours as compensation.” The boy reached for the plate in the feline’s paws.

“Myah?! No way! Hands off the bird, chump!” Grim guarded his food,” I need my protein, because I am HANGRY!”

“Hey! That’s no way to speak to an upperclassman!” the Buddy shouted getting close to Grim, “Catch me outside and I’ll teach you some respect!”

“Hah, respect? Respect is for people with class. You two, however,” Percy ran to the feline’s aid, no one can bully her beasts when she was around, “not even worth the dirt to bury you in. So run along now little boys, while I’m still letting you,”

“Why, you—“

the boy tried to get in her face but Deuce got in between them. “Um, excuse me, sir, but it said in the handbook that fighting with magic was prohibited…”

“Fighting? You got it all wrong. “ The assholes smirked, “ this is just me helpin’ an ignorant freshman know her place.”

“Now, let’s see just how many ways there are to skin a cat, heh!”

“Hmph, you two are not worth the effort,” Percy clicked her tongue, looking at them as if they were the mud on the bottom of her shoe, and turned to her partner with a sadistic glow in her eyes and a sharp grin, which reminded to those who were watching a certain Leech twin, “Mimikyu darling, can you please take out the trash?”

Que the two assholes hitting the wall behind the garbage cans.

“Thank you, love. Mangy little runts, not even fun to beat up.” She then turned and walked to an empty table.

“Pfft! I knew you were all talk! You better hope I never see you again!” Grim yelled at the knocked-out bullies and then walked toward his human.

The fight ended quickly. Like embarrassingly quick, but after seeing how easily the Disguise Pokemon kicked Cater’s ass this morning the boys weren’t that surprised. They were slowly getting used to how strong their otherworldly female friend and her familiars were.

“Can we just get some lunch already? I’m about to collapse.” The ginger boy whined and walked with the feline.

“I guess this is my life now.” Deuce sighed but followed them anyway. “I can’t believe this. Textbook bullies at an Academy that’s supposed to be famous for producing exceptional mages…”

The group was now all seated and happily eating their lunch.

“This omelet is as fluffy as a Cloud, and practically burstin’ with cheese!” Grim commented with his mouth full while munching on his food, ”So, I saw you guys’ dorm, but what are the other ones like?”

“Yes, I got to admit they pique my interest too.” Percy agreed, taking a sip of her tea.

“I’m sure you’re familiar with the statues of the Great Seven?” A familiar voice asked behind them.

They turned to see Cater approaching them with an unknown male with glasses, green hair, and a club under his left eye next to him. Mimikyu hissed at the orange-haired boy and was just about to use Shadow Claw when Percy stopped him by raising a hand, she was interested in what the boy was saying.

“Night Raven College has a dorm themed after each one.” Cater continued.

“Bwah! You’re that guy from this morning!” Ace yelped.

“You tricked us into paintin’ those dumb roses!” Grim growled with his paws on his hips.

“’Tricked’ is such an ugly word. Do you think I wanted to spend MY morning painting roses?” the orange-haired boy pouted, scratching the back of his head, “It’s dorm policy! I was just following orders.”

“Fletch Fletch Fletchinder.” The Ember Pokemon, who was now out of his Pokeball, happily pecking his meat bun, chirped. (Then maybe don’t smile like a fiend while doing it.)

Percy smiled at the comment her Pokemon made for a moment then turned to Cater with a neutral expression, “Still doesn’t change the fact that you did trick them to do your work,”

“Now, now, Percy. Outside of the dorm, I don’t care what rules you follow.” The orange-haired boy said with a cheerful tone, “Here, I’m just a friendly mentor figure!”

“I don’t recall giving you permission to call me Percy,” the blonde trainer glared at him coldly, making his smile drop, “And you better be, unless you want to taste another round of Shadow Ball from Mimikyu.”

“Ah ha ha. That’s just how Cater shows he cares.” The green-haired boy laughed, then pointed at the empty seats at their table, “May we sit?”

“Fine,” Percy said after she took a second to contemplate, “I’ll allow it.”

“And who are you?” Ace asked the stranger slowly.

“Ah, I should introduce myself. The name’s Trey. Trey Clover. I’m a junior at Heartslabyul, like Cater here.” He introduced himself after they sat, then turned to Percy, “And you must be Persephone Remmington, the new Beast Master Housewarden of Ramshackle dorm. I heard the whole story from Cater. Thanks for looking out for our boys yesterday.”

“no harm, no foul,” Percy paid him no mind and got back to her salad.

“I’m sitting right here.” Ace pouted but his words were ignored.

“Hey now, we’re all from the same dorm, right? Let’s try to get along.” Cater teased then pulled out his phone and held it out, “Here, gimme your digits.”

“I can do that!”

Percy’s Rotomphone flew out of her backpack and up to Cater’s phone to type the number with a mischievous emoji on its screen, making him recoil in surprise.

“Wow, that’s unexpected,” Trey’s eyes widened.

“Rotom! Don’t do that!” Percy yelled sternly and quickly grabbed her Rotomphone from where it floated, “You know that I don’t like you to going up in people’s faces like that and don’t you think that I forgot about your stunt from this morning, we’re going to have a talk when we get home.”

“I’m sorry but I couldn’t help myself, my queen.” The emoji on Rotomphone’s screen pouted, “I just had to show the people of this world that you’re the most wonderful Pokemon Champion of all.”

“O-M-G!” Cater exclaimed before Percy could talk, his eyes were sparkling as he looked at the purple phone in awe, “That’s the most amazing phone I’ve ever seen in my life! What brand is it? Where can I find it?”

“I don’t think you can find anything like Rotom around here,” Percy tried to end the subject and put her Rotomphone on the table screen down but the next thing she knew, Cater’s face was right in front of her, uncomfortably so.

“Aww, come on don’t be like that. You and I can make it a phone-shopping date!” Cater winked, making Percy cringle her nose in disgust.

“Cater, you’re freaking out the freshmen.” Trey pulled back his friend, staring nervously at the hissing Disguise Pokemon, “Maybe take it down a notch?”

“Ha! Sorry! I can get a little extra sometimes. What were we talking about… The dorms, yeah?” The orange-haired boy giggled as he sat back in his seat, “Ah, what fun to mentor new students! Go ahead, A-M-A.”

“Before you get into the other dorms, I wouldn’t mind learning a bit more about ours.” Ace spoke up, crossing his arms as he glared at the collar around his neck, “Like, what’s the deal with all this ‘Queen of Hearts’ rule number whatever’ junk?”

“I’m sure you’re familiar with the legendary Queen of Hearts already?” Trey asked making the freshmen group collectively nod, “She had to rule over a kingdom of weirdos, and did it by emphasizing order and making strict rules.”

“Our dorm, Heartslabyul, is an homage to her.” Cater added, “By tradition, we wear armbands with red and black of the Queen’s dress. And we live by the rules she created.”

Percy looked at her own armband, she just chose two of her favorite colors and didn’t think too much about the symbolism. Guess that was one of the perks of making a new dorm from the ashes of its former self. Now Ramshackle dorm was whatever Percy wanted it to be.

“Not as much as you, my queen, but she is indeed an impressive monarch with a list of rules longer than the Kalos Pokedex!” her Rotomphone spoke as Percy picked it up to see that, it was showing her all 810 rules of the Queen of Hearts.

“Huh,” Percy hummed as she took a sip of her tea.

She did hear from the ghosts around the school, how strict the red-headed boy she saw at the orientation was, but she didn’t expect him to be strict enough to hold teenagers accountable on 810 rules. That was just unnecessarily cruel and an unrealistic goal, teenagers don’t even follow the easiest rules let alone the ones as strict as these.

“Pfft.” Grim scoffed with a bored expression, “Can you make me any more bored?”

“Now, the degree to which we adhere to the rules depends on the sitting Housewarden.” The orange-haired boy explained with a sheepish look, “Past wardens have been much more lax.”

“Riddle though? He doesn’t mess around.” Trey continued for his friend, “Basically, you could say that we’re honoring that tradition to the utmost extent possible.”

“Bleah. Just my luck…” Ace groaned.

“Fletch Fletchinder,” The Ember Pokemon chirped as he perched on his trainer’s shoulder, who scratched his head, now that he finished his meat bun. (That’s rough Buddy.)

“So what are the other dorms like, then?” Grim interceded.

“As Cater mentioned earlier, the dorms of this school are themed after the Great Seven. We have our dorm, Heartslabyul, modeled after the strictness of the Queen of Hearts. To run down the rest of them for you, we have…” Trey explained in order, ” Savanaclaw, based on the persistent spirit of the King of Beasts. Octavinelle, based on the benevolent heart of the Sea Witch. Scarabia, based on the mindful personality of the Sorcerer of the Sands. Pomefiore, based on the tenacity of the Fairest Queen. Ignihyde, based on the diligence of the King of the Underworld. And finally, Diasomnia, based on the noble spirit of the Thorn Fairy.”

Percy remembered the names from yesterday, she only liked the last two, the rest she didn’t care for. But her feline counterpart on the other hand was looking quite overwhelmed.

“all those names are way too long!” Grim cried, “How’s anyone supposed to remember ‘em?”

“Ah ha ha! Well, you get the idea.” Cater laughed, “Want to or not, you’ll learn them soon enough.”

“At orientation, the Dark Mirror picks a dorm for you based on the essence of your being.” Trey continued to explain, “As a result, each dorm ends up with a distinct sort of… flavor, we’ll call it.”

“That is sooo true. I totes see it.” Cater agreed.

“’Flavor,’ huh…?” Deuce asked with a confused look.

“For example, look at that guy,” Trey said as he pointed at a tan, muscular boy with a pair of cute fluffy Lycanroc ears. “That rough-and-tumble vibe he’s got has Savanaclaw House written all over it.”

“I can’t express how much I want to pet his ears,” Percy smiled as she pushed her finished tray aside and rested her chin on her palm.

“No doubt. That dorm is full of scrappy guys who are into, like, working out and fighting.” Cater nodded in agreement and then described the dorm, “How should I describe the vibe…? Macho dudes? Gruff big brothers? Something along those lines. The black and gold armband is another giveaway.”

“Huh. All right, so what about that guy with the grey and purple cord wrapped around his arm?”

Grim pointed to the silver-haired boy with glasses Percy saw at the orientation, who was looking in their direction too. Well, more like looking at her Pokemon, which made Percy glare at him. Once he noticed her glare he turned back to chat with a pair of twins that sit across him.

“He’s gotta be from Octavinelle House.” Trey answered the feline monster and then pointed to the table Kalim and Jamil were sitting at, “And the student at the table in front of him has a red and gold armband—“

“Scarabia’s colors.” Percy answered for him.

When the cute Oshawott in human form known as Kalim noticed Percy looking his way, he smiled widely and excitedly waved at her.

“Oh? You know them?” Trey asked surprised.

“You can say that,” the blonde trainer said as she waved back to the little Oshawott.

“Those dorms are for the smart students. They’re always neck-and-neck in the academic rankings.” Cater said with a grin, “Ah, but the current Housewarden of Scarabia doesn’t seem to be all that great of a student…”

“Cater if you insult my adorable little Oshawott again, we’re going to have a problem, you and I.” Percy threatened the orange-haired boy, who immediately raised his hands in surrender.

“Okay… Let’s get back on topic.” Trey intervened before things could get heated and pointed to the table where a large group of students with the best postures Percy had seen in this school sat, “You see the flashy ones with the purple and red armband? Those are Pomefiore colors.”

“Whoa!” Grim jumped out of his seat and pointed to a student with remarkable lavender locks, “The girl with the potion books, I really like her!”

“What’s SHE doing in a boys’ school?!” Deuce yelped.

“Mimikyu,”

*SMACK*

“OUCH!” both Deuce and Grim shouted as they rubbed their cheeks where the Disguise Pokemon slapped them with his black appendages.

“Thank you, love.” Percy then turned to the two of the idiots in their group, “One, I’m right here, and two, are you two blind? That’s a boy. I’m the only girl here.”

Yes, he had a very feminine face but he was obviously a boy.

“WHAAAT?!”

Mimikyu smacked them again but they already got the attention of the lavender-haired boy.

“Speaking of girls, there’s a portrait in the west hall who’s a real beauty. Name’s Rosaria.” Cater teased the boys with a cheeky grin, “If you’d like to meet her, I’d be happy to introduce you. Maybe we can set something up?”

“A painting? Hard pass!” Ace loudly declined, “I don’t care how cute she is if she’s two-dimensional!”

“Come on, man. Who cares how many dimensions she’s got! Anyway, they take vanity pretty seriously at Pomefiore.” Cater explained, humming delightfully, “It’s basically a dorm full of models. Their Housewarden has 5,000,000 followers on Magica, but don’t worry Housewarden Remmington, I’m sure you’ll top him in no time with how quickly you reached 1mil already.”

5 million was not bad, not bad at all. But it was nothing next to her 47.5 million followers in Pokevision.

“Hey now, they’re not all just pretty faces.” Trey cut in, “The students at Pomefiore are among the best at potions and casting curses.”

“Heh heh. True dat,” Cater laughed, “Next, we have Ignihyde… Their armbands are blue and black, but I don’t see any around here. They tend not to be the most outgoing of students. Even I don’t have a single friend from that dorm. They’re kind of the polar opposite of us sunny, fun-loving Heartslabyuls.”

“So they’re gloomy and miserable?” Grim blurted out.

“Now, now Grim,” Percy scolded as she petted Mimikyu’s head, which made him purr with affection even though it came out as creepy cackles to the boys, “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying solitude in darkness.”

“Yeah,” Trey agreed, “They just have a reputation for being quiet and serious, is all. That dorm tends to attract magical-energy engineers and students who are good with tech.”

‘Tinkatuff would love that dorm, and they would love Magearna.’ Percy thought. ‘Maybe they can replicate Pokeballs, if more wild Pokemon appeared in this reality I might need them.’

“And that just leaves… Diahonyalara, was it?” Deuce muttered the last part silently and quickly hoping no one noticed that he totally butchered the name.

“You were off to a good start, and then you rammed right into the guardrails.” Ace facepalmed, “It’s ‘Diasomnia.’”

“I know that! I just misspoke, all right?” the blue-haired boy lied while he blushed with embarrassment.

“Diasomnia House is, hm…” Cater glanced around before his eyes fell on a few students, “Ah, look over there. Those guys are in the special seating area. You can tell from the neon green and black armbands. They’re basically campus celebrities. The vibe they give off makes it really hard for regular schmucks like us to even approach them. And their Housewarden is that times a thousand.”

Percy, for the life of her, couldn’t understand what Cater was talking about. She didn’t sense an unapproachable vibe from them, to her the only thing out of ordinary was one petit boy, who looked fairly young. His blazer was draped over his shoulders, probably because he was small and his cropped black hair with magenta-pink streaks looked like he deeply offended his hairdresser. His pointy ears and blood-red eyes were another subject.

Then again she never had a normal sense of approachability, her specializing in Ghost Pokemon was proof of that.

“There’s a little kid in that group!”

And apparently, he stood out to Ace too.

“Ah, we do get some child prodigies here. But that guy there is no kid. He’s a junior like us. Name’s—“

But Trey was cut off by that very person, who was now hanging upside down in front of them. From up close, he reminded Percy of a Noibat.

“Lilia. Lilia Vanrouge.”

BWAH?!

The whole table shrieked. Except for Percy, she was around Ghost Pokemon since she was 5, Jump scares didn’t phase her anymore.

“H-he just teleported!” Grim yelped.

Lilia then gracefully jumped to the floor, no longer floating, with a very amused grin. “I understand my apparent age interests you? As this bespectacled fellow accurately noted… Despite my fresh-faced, boyish good looks, it would be inaccurate to call me a ‘child.’”

“’ Fresh-faced’ he says…” Trey muttered in disbelief.

Lilia’s magenta eyes then looked into Percy’s emerald greens as he tilted his head with interest.

His father senses were tingling, he just knew that the blonde girl was an orphan. She had that look in her eyes, the look all orphans had, the look you get when you’ve been left alone. He just couldn’t stand seeing that look in children’s eyes. “Greetings, young miss.” He reached out a hand.

On Percy’s end, she could see in his eyes that he was much, much older than he seemed. His eyes were very old and she could tell that he had seen too much, “Greetings,” she shook his hand.

“You need not gawk at us from afar. You may feel free to speak with us directly. We are schoolmates, are we not? All of us at Diasomnia House welcome you without reservation,” Lilia bowed with all the poise of someone who’d been trained in it and extended his arm towards his table.

“And yet, those guys over there aren’t exactly Rolling out the red carpet in terms of approachability…” Deuce remarked.

Lilia glanced at the silver-haired young man and a taller boy with slick mint-green hair, who was glaring at them and chuckled before turning back to the group, “Forgive me for appearing above you during your meal. I do hope we can speak again.” On his way out, he grinned at Percy in particular.

“Their table has got to be over twenty yards away from ours.” Ace whispered to Trey, “And they overheard our conversation? That’s WAY creepy!”

“Well…” Trey readjusted his glasses, “Diasomnia House does have a bit of a reputation for having lots of special students. Some of them are extremely talented at magic. Their Housewarden, Malleus Draconia, is considered one of the five best mages in the world.”

“Malleus is reeeeeal bad news. Though I suppose the same could be said of our own dear Housewarden.” Cater winked.

“No kidding! He collared me for eating one slice of tart!” Ace ranted, “All of his rule obsession is outta control!”

‘There he goes again’ Percy thought, she had listened to him whine about his Housewarden all mourning. And as fun, as it may be to watch him be miserable at the beginning, it was starting to get old. But then Percy noticed the short red-haired boy approaching them hearing Ace complain, and She had to hold herself from breaking into a fit of laughter.

“My ‘rule obsession’ is ‘outta control,’ is it?” the red-haired Housewarden drawled out, deceptively calm.

“You bet it is.” Ace kept going, not noticing he was digging his grave deeper, “Riddle’s just a petty tyrant who leans into the whole ‘rules’ schtick as a pretext to keep everyone under his puny thumb!”

“You’re an Imbecile, gingernuts,” Percy mused, watching the comical scene, while Mimikyu and Fletchinder snickered at the ginger boy’s misfortune.

“Ace! Behind you!” Deuce harshly whispered as he kept pointing behind Ace.

“Bwah!” the ginger boy cried once he finally turned around, looking as pale as a ghost, “Housewarden!”

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