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jamalgripperton46290 · 1 year ago

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The Wall Around Our Love (Donald Trump x Elmo)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N (if you haven't already read it go read it now then come back)

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**News Report To Alla dem Sesame Street Citizens**

"Breaking news! This just in, Trump has allegedly claimed to build a wall all through Sesame Street, including some border laws. Anyone who objects against it, will be deported. This is Big Bird, and you're watching: BBC" (iykyk)

Elmo was absolutely heart broken. He felt as if his heart had shattered in two. Sesame Street was his home he couldn't be separated from his friends, they were like family to him, a family he didn't have. He wouldn't let this happen he HAD to do something about it. Trump couldn't do that, he had no right to, especially for no reason other than the fact he just wanted to. No matter how much power trump had, he just couldn't do that. Elmo was gonna stand up for Sesame Street, his home, his life, his world. He had to do something, he just had to, and he was, even if it meant he had to get deported.

**Fast forward 2 days later**

Trump had just arrived to sesame street after a grueling, tedious and exhausting plane ride to Sesame Street. He just couldn't believe he had to work beside freakin puppets, and his overly high ego thought he was way above them (Dude thought wrong). About 15 minutes later, he got a message from his manager, AKA, his good ol friend John.

Johnny <3 : Hey Donny there's some red puffball dude from sesame street and he wants to do a live interview if u want i can cancel it.

Donald Duck: Naw dawg its fine, ill do it only cuz i wanna delay actually buildin the wall with these air heads as much as possible.

Johnny <3 : Sure dude i'll tell em to make it for 3 that ok w u?

Donald Duck: Ya ya dats cool.

Johnny <3: Kk baii man see ya @ da bar later

Donald Duck: You know it ma man

**Fast Forward 3 PM**

Elmo was impatiently waiting until the clock FINALLY striked 3 as he stood outside of the BBC news building.

"2:40, ugh, when will it be 3?!" he couldn't bear the thought of waiting even more. 2:45, he swore that it had been about 20 minutes since he last checked the time. After about a million times of turning his teletubbie phone on and off and leaning against the wall, the clock finally struck 3. In the blink of an eye, he was ushered inside and sent to hair and makeup before he had got to see the news set in person and it was weirdly intimidating.

He was snatched out of his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. "Hey there Elmo! I think you already know who I am, but just so you know, were gonna start filming in 2 minutes so you should probably get on the set." Big bird proclaimed with a friendly smile. "Wow, I can't believe it... it's actually you!" Elmo beamed in pure disbelief.

"You bet it's me lil chickadee! Well, I'll talk to ya later, were about to start." Big Bird reminded the fuzzy red headed fellow as he started to walk off in the distance. Elmo rushed to his seat but stopped dead in his tracks. Blue ocean-like orbs struck him speechless. How could one evil man look so... godly? He didn't even notice he was staring at him star-gazed until...

"Oy! You! Yes you! Red ball of yarn! Get your ass here so we can just get this over with" Trump barked angrily. And holy pancakes dude, this expired 2-year-old couch cheeto had a goddamn temper.

A couple minutes passed and the cameras started rolling. He was now on live TV for all of Sesame Street to see.

"Good afternoon Sesame Street, this is the daily 3 o'clock news, and today we're here with Donald Trump and our city representative, Elmo. How are you doing Elmo?" Big Bird announced with a pearly smile. Oh no, Elmo couldn't talk in front of probably all of Sesame Street, it was way too nerve-wracking, but he had too for his home.

"Thanks for asking Big Bird, and I'm doing great..." Elmo managed to speak. "That's great! What about you Trump?" Big Bird pried. "I'm doing fine" Trump muttered. "Okaaayyyy... well enough dilly-dallying! So, Trump, why'd you decide to build a wall through our town?" Big Bird asked with slight annoyance.

"Well, because I believe having a wall separating the town in two, would improve the economical growth, as you won't have your family as close so, you wouldn't have as many distractions to your everyday life." Trump explained "The amount of days off per average here is outrageous and is why your podunk of a town is so broke. But remember, I'm only doing this because I care about the citizens of Sesame Street and don't want to see your town crumble down, which I bet you don't either." Trump finished with a grin. What was this overcooked orange biscuit going on about? It would only make things worse, clearly.

"With all due respect Trump, I think that would only make things worse, I mean, taking away their motivation? Sounds pretty idiotic if you ask me." Elmo defended; he wouldn't let him win. "I have to go with Elmo on that one Trump" Big Bird agreed. "You're only saying that because he's your friend, one day you'll see the benefit of this and regret your opinion." Trump declared and motioned for the cameras to stop.

After one last glance around the room, Trump left. Even if what Trump had said offended Elmo, he still had a burning feeling to go after him, and so he did.

"Trump! Wait up!" Elmo called, hoping he could hear him. "What do you want midget?" Trump asked, irritated, wanting to walk away but... why didn't he? "Well, I walked here, and since you said you cared about the citizens of Sesame Street, I was wondering if you could drive me home?" Elmo cooed. "Can't you just walk home again?" Trump replied. In response Elmo looked up at him with puppy eyes "Please?" Elmo begged. "Ugh FINE get in" Trump finally budged, annoyed as hell.

Throughout the car ride, Elmo saw Don-don-

No, TRUMP

Adjusting his pants. The suddenly, the car stopped.

"I can't keep driving this car with you here-" Trump said as he moved closer to where Elmo was sitting "And not being able to fuck the brains outta you" Trump finished his sentence by smashing his lips against Elmo's fuzzy ones. Elmo was dumbfounded, this wasn't really happening... was it? Nevertheless, this was dream worthy. Trump's tongue was exploring Elmo's mouth making sure not to miss anything.

Elmo had stripped Don-don bare to the cheeks. He had looked away for a split second, when he felt a wrinkly hand on his poofy yarn stick. Don-don's mouth was on him, and it was simply otherworldly, his experienced tongue wrapped around his dong, sucking and licking all around his length took his breath away - literally. Multiple more times of licking and sucking Elmo's special sauce squirted out.

"Hop on me Elmy" Don-don implied with a growing smirk on his face. Elmo obviously did and rode Trumpy like a cowboy, jumpin up and down, soon enough, the black interior of the car was snowy white. Trumpy and Elmo were breathless after what seemed like hours of slamming into each other with full force, moans and squeaking the only things you could hear in that poor car.

"Trumpyy?" Elmo cooed "Yes Elmy?" Trump softly replied, "Its probably past my bedtime, can you drive me home now?" Elmo asked with a yawn, "Sure thing Elmy, anything for you my precious red-dongled baby. Heck, I'll even stop the wall project for you, anything to make you happy Elmy" Trump responded pulling him in for a hug.

Trump dropped off Elmy at his house and blew him a kiss "I'll see you soon sugar"

"Elmo will be waiting for you Trumpy!"

"I know you will!"

And with that, Trump drove away with the rising sun.

Who knew a project meant to separate just brought them closer?

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A/N

This was one weird idea ma bros, it's Jamal here, and I wrote alla this one, but it wouldn't have been readable without Beezy, cuz she edited this one, and like, all of the others, so it's always a team effort. Hope all of u guys r still here and waitin for more chapters to come.

-Jamal Gripperton and BeezyBee <3

#donald trump #elmo sesame street #elmo #big bird

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riddikulus-writings · 5 months ago

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Distracted

Chapter 14

We find out more, interesting things about Nyx

Rick has been… musing to himself a lot, lately.

About his life, how different it is since Midway. Since June. Since he’d sworn off showing Waller that he can be manipulated in any way. He’s got a friend. His life isn’t so… cut and dry. Work, sleep. Work, sleep. He’s got half a routine down.

He’s keying open the door to his friend’s house – condo – and bringing an iced coffee, since she’s laid up from a gunshot that Rick feels a smidge responsible for. The two cats greeted him as usual [with stone-cold glares from the windowsill] and Rick hipped-shut the door, setting his hot coffee on the counter with the iced one while he tried to figure out why the place was so quiet.

Almost two years since they’d been introduced, and she’d already offered a spare key to him [“In case I lose mine.” complete with him being prodded in the cheek with it, until he’d begrudgingly pocketed it.].

She usually slept late. Pain meds must be makin’ her sleep more. Rick shrugged, took up the coffees and tiptoed towards her back hall. Her room was right on the corner, the door cracked. She had to have been awake at some point, always having raved about not being able to sleep unless the door was shut tight–

Rick nudged at the door and stopped, frozen in the doorway. The room was the same as always; scattered clothing on the floor. Books. Pictures of her and her late husband, framed on the dresser. Movie posters on the grey walls and books stacked against the window-wall that overlooked the city.

The afternoon sunlight was filtering through the thick pink curtains, casting a heavy pink tint over the heavily sleeping body of Nyx. Her mouth hung open a little, her breaths fanning the stray hair that hung in her face. Arms folded under her many pillows, Rick’s eyes fell over the broad expanse of her bare back; a couple moles, few freckles. Several scars, a tattoo on her right shoulder, down her right arm. Her blankets bunched at her hips, feet peeking out from under the blankets, hanging over the edge of the bed.

It’s the most human he’s seen her in a while.

Intrusive thoughts started pooling in his mind, again. Kick off your boots. Crawl up her body. Plant kisses up her spine. He imagined it, draping himself over her, whispering in her ear to wake her up.

He’d been having intrusive ideas like that a lot lately. She’s my friend, he’d tell himself. Don’t wreck it. Don’t fall for it. Don’t tru–

Don’t what?

Don’t trust her?

She’s never given a reason not to.

He’s got a mission debrief in the morning. Ships out tomorrow night.

He wants to tell her what’s up. That he’s leavin’ for who knows how long. Warn her– she usually knows these things, but being out of work–

He just doesn’t know how. How do you tell your closest, your only friend, that you’re damn sure you’re in love with them, when you don’t know if they feel the same way?

Rick hasn’t had Nyx at work with him in a month, almost a month and a half. Fuckin’ gunshot, fuckin’ mission. He’s been going stir crazy without her. Missions are taking longer. His concentration damn near gone. Rick had gotten so used to having her with on almost every mission that it just got weird without her. He’s got a sinking gut instinct about this next ship out and he doesn’t like it.

He did toe off his boots, eventually, but he refrained from draping himself over her and opted instead to sit on the edge of her bed. He placed a warm hand on her shoulder blade, “Nyx.” A groan rumbled out of her throat. She half rolled closer to him. He shook her, “Wake up, you bum.”

When she moaned, Rick withdrew his hand, “Eris.”

“Hmm?” her eyes peeled open with life, and when she saw him sitting beside her she jerked and rolled the other way, pulling the blankets with as she sat up, “Rick, holy shit what the fuck?”

He laughed, “I brought breakfast.”

“I am naked, sir.” she huffed, pulling the blankets tighter over her chest, the ink all over her arms almost blending into the dark red and black plaid patterning, “I keep tellin’ you, you have to take me to dinner, first.”

“When you’re all nice ‘n healed, I owe you a dinner, anyway,” he told her, “Get dressed, day’s half over already. I got stuff to tell ya.”

“You save my ass, and you wanna feed me?” she smiled warmly at him, “I should get shot more often if you’re gonna butter me up like that.”

Shot.

The word was ringing in his ears. He’d rather he’d’ve been shot. But no, fucking Peacemaker buried a jagged piece of porcelain fucking floor tiling through his chest [and was promptly thrown sideways off Rick’s stomach, but Rick didn’t quite notice]. Blood was blooming through his fingers as he slowly reached for it. The edges cut into his fingers as he curled his hand around it and, despite all knowledge he had of stab wounds – don’t pull free the object. It makes the bleeding worse. Stabilize the offending object and get some medical attention – he yanked it free with a curse and flung it to the floor beside him.

When he pulled himself to a sitting position, he groaned through bloody teeth and fell back against the wall behind him. Another weight on his hips made him flinch, made him start trying to scramble away, but suddenly Nyx was looming over him, fear marring her pretty face into somethin’ unreal as she pressed her hands to his chest. Pressed him further into the wall.

Pretty face.

Weakly, he reached a bloody hand towards her cheek as she stripped her jacket off, balled it up, and pressed it to his chest, “Fuck, Rick, what did you do?”

Cradling her warm cheek, his eyebrows went down. It wasn’t fear on her face, turning her into someone different. It was the fact her eyes had gone from brown to dark fucking blue, “Nyx–”

“Shut the fuck up,” she hissed, “Don’t try to talk.”

“But–”

“I don’t know, Ricky, I don’t know.” her eyes met his, again, this time, instead of indigo, her usually brown eyes were a rich dark red colour. Burgundy, Rick thinks – “I feel different and I don’t like it and I don’t know what I just did and I don’t want to lose you.”

He tried his best to recall the last five minutes;

Fighting over the fucking computer drive with Peacemaker.

Getting his ass kicked.

Strangling Christopher Smith within an inch of his pathetic little life, before getting fucking stabbed–

The world flipping. Vision darkening over the edges. Crushing weight of Peacemaker on Rick’s stomach.

He tensed to shove the piece further. Deeper into Rick’s chest. Finally kill him off, destroy the drive and any hope of the world knowing what the United States Government has really been doing. And Rick watched with foggy vision as the rage in Peacemaker’s eyes dissipated, the whites coloring over with purple before someone – Nyx – body slammed into him and knocked him from Rick, getting into a noisy scuffle out of view.

And now, as he lay, bleeding out in a falling-apart building, Rick narrowed his eyes at her and coughed up some blood, “What happened to him?”

“I don’t know,” she was scared, her burgundy-eyes turning watery, “I did– something, Rick, I don’t know. I-I found you guys and he stabbed you an-and I don’t know, Rick, I just got so angry–” she grit her teeth, leaning more pressure on his chest. He winced; probably had a broken rib or two. Or four, “His… he’s had this.. aura around him,” she explained shakily, “It’s– I dunno, everyone’s got a faint one. Different colours, a lot of ‘em are. I thought it was just my astigmatism but Rick, his was – is – it got really bright purple and I’ve only ever seen one other purple fuckin’ astigmatism and I didn’t know what it meant and I just wanted him to get away from you–”

He reached his other hand up to cup her face fully in his hands, “”s fine, honey,” he whispered, more blood crawling up his throat. It rattled his breaths, stuck to his teeth. Filled his mouth and made his tongue heavy.

“Don’t you fuckin’ die on me, Rick,” she snapped, shaking his hands off her face, “You spit up any more blood, Flag, and I’m gonna have some words for you, understood?” her nose almost brushed his.

He grinned, his teeth coppery and wet, “And they ain’t gonna be nice ones.”

“You’re fuckin’ right they won’t be nice.” She grabbed his red hands and pushed them into her bloody jacket, balled up on his chest, “We’re leavin’. Keep pressure on that, got it?” he shook his head, but she pressed his hands harder and he groaned in resistance, “Got it? I know, I know, I know, I know it hurts, Flag. I’m gettin’ you outta here we’re gonna get fuckin’ help and then we’re goin’ home.”

She stood off him and that’s when he saw Peacemaker, behind her, beating his head into a wall–

Arms looped under his, with surprising strength, Nyx pulled Rick to his feet, the blood soaked jacket falling to his feet, “Can you stand?” he didn’t take his eyes off Peacemaker, and Nyx nudged his head with hers, adjusting his arm over her shoulder as she leaned his weight on her, “Can you stand?”

“Yeah, I-I can stand.”

“Then fuckin’ stand, Rick.”

“I like when you call me that.”

She scoffed, giving him a look. Her typical you’ve got to be fucking with me look, mixed unevenly with holy shit you’re dying, “What the fuck, Flag, that’s your name.”

“Y’never call me Rick,” he told her quietly. He was so tired–

A small laugh, “Make it through the day and I’ll call you whatever the fuck you want. Deal?” he hummed quietly at her as she led him from the wrecked remains of Jotunheim, “Remember, you can’t die on me. We’re takin’ time off, yeah? Gotta meet my critters. Gotta meet my family–” she started to babble wordlessly, her voice shaking more and more with every word. Her voice went far away, again, getting lost somewhere in between his ears.

Ope, turns out Nyx is a meta-human and abso-fuckin'-lutely no one knew about it lmao

Cháokinesis;

The user can create, shape and manipulate the chaotic forces in the universe, allowing them to manipulate probability, or manipulate and even shatter reality as it stands. They are able to change, mutate, destroy or otherwise manipulate any matter, space/time, living beings, organizations or minds and spirits as well as containing it, so it doesn't spread or spreads only one desired way.

Indigo; Related to devotion and helping others. It suggests fairness and impartiality. The color has a deep a quality that transmits wisdom and authority.

Burgundy can be viewed as a color indicating power. Seriousness and powerful energy, high ambition

Purple combines the stability of blue and the energy of red. It symbolizes power, nobility, luxury, and ambition.

Purple is not good. I look at purple as the worst of the worst; seeping into everything as the person in question drowns in their desire for power. I bet you guys can probably guess who the owner of the other purple aura is.

#Rick Flag #colonel rick flag #Rick Flag x OC #Rick Flag x original female character #DC Comics #the suicide squad #suicide squad #Rick Flag angst

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linktube · 10 months ago

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i was binging the shayne guesses series and it pushed me to compile some of my all time favorite shows. i tried for a top 3 but i still rambled my way tru rest of those in different levels of "favorites"

top 3 favorite shows

i was focusing on the shows that i thought about and rewatched the most (not by a metric of a ''perfect'' show, also newer stuff i watched that i really liked doesnt really have a chanse at beating these at this point guess lol. im fully giving into personal involvement) unf. one of the creators of black books turned out to be a raging transphopic but random moments from this show occupies my brain so much that i cant pass it off easily. also tamsin dylan and bill is an exceptional trio! (<3 bran and fernard <3) so much on screen charisma, this is my original awful disfunctional (un)loveble but charming friend group that i felt deep connection with, akin to its always sunny in phildelphia, which i loved the first couple seasons of but never come around to watching rest of it for some reason.

some very honorable mentions under.. (and one or two not that honorable lol) and a lot of ramblings/thoughts that go barely anywhere, only for my sake!

both of these shows are dealing with gender and sexuality in a certain way lol. (for berserk i only watched season 1 (1997), newer one looks ugly. never watched it doesnt count. .p i wish i could read mangas without getting distracted but honestly whatever was given to us for that season i thought was just enough. i like shows that doesnt try to cover everything and tie all the loose ends. i have nothing smart to say, the show just hits you like truck. thats all) coffee prince is a somewhat messy gem that belongs to a certain time period where gender bender(?) themes on japanese/korean shows were popping and boy was i all over them as a teenager.(i wonder why) most of them were garbage (you are beautiful... and many others) this one still has really charming moments that holds up for me mostly due to actors performances

i finished the sopranos not long ago and it pained me to not put it as a top favorite. i could have safely put that instead of OZ.. but OZ hit me in such a weird time and at this point i watched that shit aproximetely 3 times over so... just by personal impact it had to beat others. i do think sopranos is a perfect show!! i would love a rewatch when i could, honestly should have just caved and made it a top 4, but then i would have 2 hbo shows there?? give it up buddy. relax my guy

these are just really well crafted shows i enjoyed much more recently. just solid watches (nacho from better caul saul my beloved <3) also we can add the terror here but just the season 1

some turkish sketch/improv comedy shows that colored my youth lol i honestly dont know how they hold up? probably hit or miss. avrupa yakası mesela tekrar izleyemedim açıkçası. bir demet tiyatro'nun hayal meyal hatırlıyorum beni çok sardığını, tiyatro şeklinde olması çok eğlenceli ve farklı geliyodu bana. ıhlamurlar altında falan ağzım açık izlerdim geçen merak ettim de youtubedan açtım nasıldı diye 2 bölümü atlaya atlaya bitiremedim. yedi numara da öyle. sanırım televizyonda ne çıksa izliyodum o yaş/dönemde de pek bir tutarlılığı kalmıyo şimdi için.

keşke biraz da yeni türkçe dizi izlemiş olsam ama yok.. bi ara şahsiyet izledim biraz ama kafam dağıldı arada yarım kaldı. "gibi" komedi olarak çok övülüyo ama bi türlü elim gitmedi başlamaya. ben popüler bir şeye aşırı geç kalmazsam ben olmazdım zaten maalesef. neyse biraz şansa bakıyo bazen, bir başkadır da yarım kaldı saçma sebeplerden mesela. masum'u da izleyip beğenmiştim sanki ama çok bişey hatırlamıyorum hakkında açıkçası.

there are a lot of shows that i loved while growing up but i wouldn't/couldn't rewatch them now and have a genuinely good time lol. like doctor who, merlin, chuck, glee etc. and i was actually fully obsessed with glee as a teen for some time! (i remember painstakingly torrenting the reality singing compition that was supposedly made to discover a new glee star?? there was a turkish ''muslum'' girl there and all and they made her do some weird shit lol. no suprises there) but just as a full on episode its mostly unwatchable to me now. even then i dont think i finished the show? maybe i just dont remember the last seasons. some clips still cracks me up tho. i tried to watch a doctor who episode recently that was supposedly one of my favorites as a teen but couldnt get thru it, bored me to tears lol. merlin i remember loving a lot but again im uninterested in watching a full episode now. merlin/arthur did occupy my middle school brain a lot tho, i think it might be the first media i can remember where i searched for fanedits on youtube and watch those a lot as well. ding ding ding shipping gene activated!!1!!! might be one of my first shows where fanlore colored my watching experience much more than just the material. thats why the episodes of the show doesnt really hit as well as they used to probably. also some of these you just simply age out of. to think that i also watched OZ around these times and how wildy different my relationship is with it is so funny. like when i rewatched OZ recently i was just hit with a deeper, somewhat different while still painfully familiar wave of emotions but with glee im like.. okay! i see what was happening there at the time but its not really happening right know lol

#tv

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brooklynislandgirl · 1 year ago

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@bewitchingbaker {part two of ridiculous post}

She knows her leg is pretty hideous to look like and keeps an illusion hanging over it that no-one else can see the ruination. On one hand, she could use her magick to make herself taller, curvier, sexier. But then…it would be for that and not herself that people would be interested in. It's much the same when it comes to people knowing she's one of THOSE Rileys, and when they look at her, there's suddenly dollar signs in their eyes. It didn't matter who she was, only what she could give them.

Chris has never been like that. He'd been her friend long before he realise quite a few things about her.

"I'm still nevah gonna agree dat da Jedi Order weren't a bunch of horrible old men, you know dat, right?" She's deflecting, even if she does express she hears him. "An' I'm nevah gonna choose 'tween Aquaman an' Namor da Submariner."

They laugh at the movie, and maybe Beth's favourite of the Plastics will always be Gretchen.

"I noticed and is…da kine, ya know? Somet'ing I like too, in case you nevah notice before." Beth is handsy too, as is evident the way she's always hanging off Chris when the moment is right. Or now, the way she's half laying across him. The way she always cups his cheeks, either above or below the waist. His confession though, and the way worry creeps into his tone, strikes a cord inside of her. "Hey, hey." A gentle hand on his shoulder. "Trus' me dat I'll let you know if any kine is evah too much. But also know…my mana…what I am…make me near indestructable. I don' know dere is such a t'ing as too tight, too much, too you."

Her tone lightens. "Bitin' an' markin'? All part of shark courtship rituals. Scientists only recently saw evidence of dis amongst great whites, an' it totally blow deir mind, made whole scientific presentation of it. An' I only bite people I love so…keep dat in mind next time it happen. An' I don' mind if you initiate. If you wan small kind control. Makes it easier f' me to understand wha' ya mood is, wha' you might be interest in."

#bewitchingbaker #Happy Like An Old Time Movie|Chris Luna #Dance until Dawn|Chris and Beth #Lovin' Spoonful|Original Verse #Painted Desert Moons|Arizona

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fragrancefish · 1 year ago

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Second Knock Big Bank Kevin Dennis

U da homie TRU K.D, u saved me frm a couple hundred enemy, ur my Western State MVP, Molly and lean we’ll be a daydream

Second Knock Big Bank Kevin Dennis, Trick your Lane, Tragic Magic, Second Knock Big Bank Kevin Dennis, Trash the Town, Tragedy Average

U gave me your good son, you didn’t let me down for no one, u saved my ass good, u will always be my amazing friend and u will always be with me the way the reverend would

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brooklynislandgirl · 6 months ago

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It came as no surprise to Skye when six months after working with {he never used the word 'for' in reference to their professional relationship} Beth and she asked for help moving some of her things into her new house that she'd chosen to live in the Garden District. The large, two story house boasted a front porch where she had a swing and rocking chairs, plants hanging from the delicate woodwork, and the upper balcony was penned in with wrought iron. Magnolia trees embrace the boundaries of the property like lushly scented sentinels. Anyone who knows can taste the healing and life energies abounding and not just from the location; this is a witch's cottage, without gingerbread. And it wasn't long after that ~literally a few boxes of books and crates of vinyl albums, then dancing barefoot on the polished wood floors to Myles Davis, and a feast of sushi, Singapore noodles, and sake from Hoshun. He left with a key. Skye doesn't abuse what she thinks he sees as privilege. Even if she gave him an entire hand-carved English walnut wardrobe with drawers, a tie rack and space to hang clothes, settle shoes. Because that's what friends do. Had he ever noticed Beth didn't have any other friends like that? That almost all of her free time was spent with him ever increasingly? No, she didn't either. It's funny that she's running late because his text mitigates the need to get herself together for a night out. What he gets is Beth in a broom-skirt in shades of autumn, a forest-green bandeau, and bare-feet. An island girl happy as she can be on the mainland. She pauses on the way to the door to light a candle and send a healing prayer for Moses. She's always had a soft spot for cats. She has an even softer spot for Skye, who receives the brunt of that bright smile. Surrounded by greenery, a faint scent of plumeria that permeates her home and her clothes at work, she is the centre of the peace that envelopes him as he lets himself in. A second later, he becomes enveloped by the rest of her; smooth arms, soft skin, a warm welcome that comes with a kiss to his jaw because she can't reach his cheek without rising up on tip-toes or a using a small step stool. "I trus' you. Plus I got amazin' insurance." She doesn't mention that the art of elements is one that comes naturally to her even if she's never been a storm-wife. "..'sides, look a' me. All skin an' bones." She takes a step back and does a little pirouette, her skirt swirling outward to flash her ankles. "You're doin' good works, feeding me an' makin' sure I don' wi'ddah away." She winks and grins, not taking the bait. She isn't about to tease him on the oven thing when she's done as bad if not worse. There was a reason her brother never taught her how to cook properly and why she has a lovely local lady on the payroll. "Besides. Love pad-Thai." All but the peanuts. He knows that though. He knows a lot of things. Another hug and a gentle kiss and she's walking with him in tandem toward the spacious kitchen. "Okay, okay," she says and nods. "Well, if you're really feelin' it tonight, den wha' say we eat on da lanai, an' we do a movie...den a board game an' delta blues? Or we could eat in here, den turn music room into a dance hall, an' I'll even let you pick da playlist from ya phone. Rub ya back before ya go." 'Before' sounds a lot like 'if' when she says it like that. She's all soft smiles and sparkling eyes. "Chenin blanc or Pinot Grigio? Can also make coffee if you prefer."

Closed Stater for @brooklynislandgirl

As he stepped out of the car, the sun had just set in the western midsummer sky. Walking to the passenger side he pulled out a brown paper bag filled with what would hopefully be the semblance of dinner for them. Skye had texted roughly a half hour ago that their date night plans had changed.

Take off them pearls hang back up your Sunday best, and put on your comfy cozies. Francine canceled trivia night. She had to take her cat Moses into the emergency services. Figure we still have to eat. I'm stopping at the store and grabbing stuff for pad thai. See you soon. xoxo

Taking a brief walk to the door he searched for the keys the two had swapped out a while ago. It was little things like that sometimes gave Skye pause, wondering if maybe their close friendship was hindering Beth. He wandered at times maybe he should pull back, and the two of them could work on boundaries. The only problem was every fiber of his being objected to the idea. After he closed and locked the door he tried to leave the unwelcomed thought outside as well. Not wanting to hinder his mood he just wanted a night of comfort food with his dear friend.

Rounding the corner he smiled to the point it reflected in his eyes," Well I wish I had a few more dishes in my repertoire, but I assume you're hungry and want to actually eat something." Unable to keep from teasing her further he added, "Do you have good homeowners insurance?" The statement was about the time he accidentally started his oven on fire with an empty pizza box when preheating it.

Reaching out he pulled her into his chest for a gentle side hug and a kiss to her temple before he finally let go so he could put the groceries down. "So movies or puzzles? I'm down for a wild night," he added cheekily. Regardless of what they did, the two would make it fun.

#little-earthquakes-rp #When the World Comes In|Skye Faulkner #Counting the Steps|Skye and Beth #Sugar Maple Wings|Original AU #Reborn on the Bayou|Louisiana

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millenniummmbop · 2 years ago

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Yugi: kaiba this is grossly illegal I'm not gonna help u commit fraud!!

Kaiba: u said the winner of our last chess game gets anything they want from the loser now shut up and start forging documents

Yugi: I meant like, making out or something!!!

Kaiba: yugi u said ANYTHING I want now are u gonna help keep me out of jail or are u gonna be a BAD FRIEND

Yugi: >:/

#he could hire a whole team of professional forgers yugi he just wants to spend time w u #don't u see this is all a part of his grand master plan to see if you're TRULY dtf #(da tru friend)#rival dynamic where yugi becomes an influence on kaiba is great but it HAS to go both ways #kaiba should get to slowly turn yugi into a slightly bitchier worse person #for every traumatic personal problem yugi helps kaiba deal with kaiba turns yugi into an accomplice for some new business crime #*it's equality gif*

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crockpot-og · 3 years ago

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Minors dni!!!! This post contains cnc, yandere themes and all around smut. If you don't like don't read

All a girl like me wants is a handsome stalker to watch your every move and eventually kidnap you! And if he's into ddlg even better.

Villain Bakugo finds you studying in the local library one day. Your hot and smart, how could anyone not wanna stalk you. Once you go home for the night he head back to his apartment to find you online. You have 2 accounts on Instagram one is a personal where your friends and family can follow you. But the other one is a surprise to him, it's a ddlg page. Ok he has to have you know.

He watches you constantly and you don't even notice. One day your in a Victoria's secret using a gift card you got recently. He watches you purchase a cute little lingerie set that is all pastel pink with a cute bow on the panties and bra. You couldn't wait to try it on. As soon as you got home you stripped and got the outfit on. Bakugo was watering at the mouth you looks so hot. You lounged for a while in the outfit before pulling out your vibrator. things where getting interesting now. He pulled his phone out and started to record. You where riding that vibrator like your life depended on it. When you came the sweetest moan of daddy fell from your lips. He almost busted in his pants. After that he went home and jacked it till nothing came out.

After months of stalking you it was finally time for you to be his. Bakugo put together a cute room just for you. Filled with your favorite things and even a vibrator in your night stand. All the cutest clothes and toys all for you to enjoy.

You woke up naked in a soft bed. Are these silk sheets? You thought to yourself. Opening your eyes you found yourself in what looked like a little girl's room. Where your fantasy comic Tru? Where you actually kidnapped to be someone play thing? As soon as Bakugo walked in the room you looked him up and down with a neutral expression on your face. "Look who's finally awake, good morning love!" "Hello, what your name strange?" What you weren't scared? Why are you not freaking out? "Shouldn't you be scared right now? I mean I just kidnapped you." "Well this is actually one of my fantasys, I'm what some would say kinky." Of fuck he thought he couldn't love you more. You where his perfect woman.

Finally your his. He waits a while before he ravishes you, the element of surprise. A week after your capture seems like a perfect time to savor your body. Your fast asleep when Bakugo enters your room. He stripes naked before spooning you under the covers. His cock was hard from the anticipation. Just being this close to your body makes him so crazy. Bakugo is quick to to push himself into you. This wakes you up with a shrill moan. "Wh-whats happening?." "Be quiet princess I wanna enjoy your body!". You try to pull away from him. "I don't even know you enough to let you do this to me- aauuhhh! Fu-uck" "you seem to be enjoying this as much as me princess, shit so good! Now scream for me!" He flips you on your stomach with your ass up and fucks into you harder. "Ooh my God f-feels so good!" "Hahaha I knew you'd like this fucking slut come on thank me for making you feel good!" "Tha-nk you baku(SMACK)" "wrong name try again" he's thrusting into you harder now. "Th-thank you da- aahh Daddy!!" " Good fucking girl!!" Finaly after 3 organisms he's finally had his fill of you. Leaving you to lay in your and his cup. No aftercare, he just leaves you to feel empty. Wow you really thought this would be different

#bnha smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #ddxlg #yandere #my hero academy fanfiction #mha smut

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eldritchcryptids · 3 years ago

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34 hoodim post mh da boy lives

Brian was dead. He had died a long time ago.

So, why on Earth was Tim stuck living with what was essentially the shell of his former best friend?

Tim remembers trying to attack him in a blind rage, swinging a pipe at the hooded man’s head as he hung from the window sill in Benedict Hall. He remembers the hooded man recoiling, causing himself to slip from the window sill and he certainly remembers the loud THUD of the man hitting the ground two floors below.

Tim remembers running down the stairs, to the body of the hooded man - anger still flowing through his veins as he approached the body. He was still. Tim almost believed him to be dead as he reached down and retrieved two items from the man’s pockets, pills and a cassette tape. He stared at the hooded man’s mask, slowly reaching for it. As his hand neared the mask, the hooded man’s gloved hand suddenly snapped up, grasping Tim’s wrist and stopping him from doing so.

Tim growled, “Who are you!? Let me see!” The hooded man feebly shoved him away, the weak push not having much of an effect. It wasn’t much of a fight however, Tim quickly managed to yank off the black cloth from the hooded man’s face and he froze, wishing he could go back in time and not have done that.

It was Brian, but it also wasn’t.

The man’s face had been twisted up into an expression of pain, but as soon as Tim had pulled off the mask - Brian’s face relaxed, his face practically became a mask itself, being used to cover the tremendous amounts of pain he was clearly in. Tim continued staring and Brian stared back, empty and blank eyes piercing directly through the brunette. In hindsight, it made sense that Brian had to have been the hooded man but that realization came too late.

Now Tim lives with him. The hooded man doesn’t do or say much. The hooded man typically spends all day within his room, staring blankly at the ceiling. Confined to a wheelchair and refusing any help from Tim, he can’t exactly do much even if he wanted to. Other than the quick look of pain on his face when Tim had unmasked him, the male can’t recall seeing the hooded man emote.

He’s a corpse, practically rotting away in the casket that is his bedroom.

One particular day was different though.

Tim had gotten off of work early, which was a rare occurrence. He had gotten home and headed directly for his room, wanting to rest a bit before making dinner for himself (and the hooded man, but he barely ate anything Tim made). He paused as he reached the outside of his room however, hearing...talking. He strained his ears to listen closer.

“...and say your name to the camera.”

“I’m Brian.”

“Full name.”

“That is my full name-”

The talking was paused before being rewinded.

“...and say your name to the camera.”

“I’m Brian.”

Tim heard a quiet voice repeating, “Brian...Brian...” as if it were a foreign word. Tim furrowed his eyebrows and stepped forward so he was now in the doorway. The hooded man sat in his wheelchair, Tim’s laptop in his lap as he watched Entry 84. It took a mere second for Tim’s presence to be noticed. The hooded man turned his head to stare at him before closing the laptop and placing it aside.

“What were you watching?” Tim questioned, despite already knowing the answer. He never knew why the hooded man was carrying that tape on him during that encounter they had. Surprise surprise, the hooded man didn’t respond, he just blankly stared. Tim sighed, crossing the room to where the hooded man was. He grabbed the laptop and opened it, “The audition tape...Why this one?”

No response.

“Is it because it reminds you of how everything was before this? Reminds you of the good ol’ days?” Tim questioned, eyeing the hooded man, “...Can you even remember this yourself?”

Tim waited for a response before scoffing, “Who am I kidding you’re not going to talk to me-”

“Brian.” The hooded man suddenly spoke, staring at the ground, “That...That’s my name, right?”

Tim was slightly taken aback at the sudden response. Truth be told, he didn’t really know. Yes this was Brian’s body, but was the man currently speaking to him actually Brian? Or was it a him and Masky scenario? Tim stared at him, “...I mean, maybe…? You might be Brian...But, you’ve changed so much that I...Can’t really tell.”

The hooded man, Brian (?), fell silent again.

“Can you tell me something that only Brian would know? Like something that happened before...you know...That thing showed up.”

The blond’s eyebrows furrowed together in thought. It seemed a wall or two had been broken down as a memory seemed to surface, causing the corner of the male’s lips to tug up in a very small smile.

“I remember...That one time I got really drunk at a party and I got upset that you refused to come...So, I stole one of the pizzas from the party and walked like...the 10 blocks it took to get to your house with it.” Brian began explaining, “But then, you weren’t home because...Of some reason, and I ended up falling asleep on your front porch using the pizza box as a pillow.”

“I was out trying to find you because Sarah had called me to let me know you were absolutely shitfaced and had just left the party.” Tim informs, sighing. But then he blinked and he smiled, “So you are Brian then.”

Brian blinked before slowly nodding, “Yeah...I guess I am Brian.” Suddenly, the blond was wrapped in warmth as Tim hugged him.

“I’m so glad to have you back.” Tim said, pulling back from the hug. Brian blinked, the old “mask” that he used to cover his emotions shattering as a grin appeared on his face.

“Glad to be back. Staring at the same bedroom ceiling got very boring if I’m being honest.”

#I had absolutely no plan for this story going into it so I don't think it really. makes much sense but yk. enjoy.#kr talks #writing #ask #anon #fic #marble hornets #brian thomas #tim wright #mh

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randomnameless · 3 years ago

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"Maurice’s deeds were so hideous that the truth of his actions couldn’t be hidden" THATS IT THATS IT thats what ive been trying to put into words. ive always seen maurice as 3h's narrative justification for rheas coverup, to show what wouldve happened if she hadnt hidden the crimes of the elites. its why mariannes paralogue is one of the most important for world building, and really builds up the greyness of rheas actions. like yeah, she lied, but heres what would happen if she didnt

Yep!

Marianne's paralogue is relevant in the story for 2 reasons.

First, is to depict what would have happened to the children and descendants of the Elites if Rhea didn't conceal "da truth". Marianne pays for the sins of Maurice.

Second, but tied to the first, is to show how Fodlan's humans are... kind of assholes? Like, they wouldn't hesitate to demolish a restaurant if it serves a cooking from a country that just declared war on another. Marianne is Marianne, she talks to animal and has never done anything worthy of being ostracised, but because she "might" turn into a monster and her crest is "cursed", she's shunned by the world.

Would those people also join the BESF claiming Rhea is actually a Monster and needs to die because she has pointy ears?

And yet, even in Asshole Fodlan (tm), a random, Margrave Edmund, helps her. He hides her crests and, in the routes where she's recruited, becomes a splendid orator and works/uses her talents to help people/her country, without the power of her crest.

Still, for one Magrave Edmund, we had 56 randoms who shunned and threw rocks at Marianne and her family, for sharing Momo's blood.

Another strike at crest system

Back to Momo, other friends already explained the general nastiness of turning into a beast in buddhism - and Momo becomes one. Yes, it is because he abused his shiny weapon, and might be some karmic retribution for everything he did leading to the obtention of said shiny weapons - but bar becoming a physiological beast? Momo sided with the King of Liberation, and asks to be "liberated". No matter how hard FEH tries to retcon Momo, guy knew Nemesis was the king of "giving death", highly regards him and has no afterthought about the massacre of Zanado (if he had been there or not ? but generally, the butchering of Nabateans).

Marianne expresses compassion, in her paralogue, but compassion does not mean forgiveness (see Mercie and Emile in AM) - even if the game is really vague about what Momo should be forgiven for, only giving an infodump at the end of VW.

Should Rhea have lied to humans, or should she have told them the truth and let them turn Felix in a Marianne?

Who is truly responsible for the situation that needed Rhea's band-aid "lies" to be repaired ?

That's why I can't seriously take Woobie!Marianne (Marion) or anyone who says they like Marianne, but insists on parroting everywhere how Rhea "created" the "crest SyStEm" by hiding the truth.

It's like someone saying they love France but don't love cheese, it doesn't make any sense.

Edit : Funny to note how VW is the route where the usually route locked paralogues, Momo and Claude's, kind of tease why Rhea lied as she did about the origins of crests.

Birdie pretends to be the mortal enemy of the Elites and their descendants, because of what the Elites did, even if Claude never met Riegan or told him to slaughter Macuil's baby bro to make a shiny bow. Macuil, just like the humans throwing rocks at Marianne, can't make a difference between what the Elites did and what their children are.

Marianne's situation is born because humans follow Macuil's reasoning.

But sure, tru piss is the route where everything is revealed

#anon #replies #crest system my rear #Marianne has a crest and she's worth peanuts because Momo was an asshole #now imagining how Momo turned into a beast we have catherine saying using her sword too much eats away at her soul or smthg #did Momo used his Relic too much by liberating people right and left so his soul was consumed?#by the nabatean he killed and turned into a smoothie?#yes it is a karmic revenge in a way but it sucks because Marianne's caught in it #should people die for the sins of their fathers? VW says no #no to random from marianne's paralogue and no to birdie #even if momo was a piece of trash #FE16 #i mean fuck maurice no one tries to woobify valtome so why maurice gets this treatment??#this is my momo tag btw

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theonewiththefanfics · 4 years ago

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Because Hearts Get Broken (Part 1/3)

Synopsis: When your whole life you’ve been taught to push your feelings away, it’s hard to open up, even to the people you trust most. And sometimes what you give isn’t enough.

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: sad. just angsty and sad. swearing; emotionally closed reader

Word count: 2904

Y/N had never been the kind of person who talks about her feelings. It didn’t matter if it was friends or family; her mindset was – they’re my problems, so you don’t have to worry your head about it.

In relationships, it wasn’t any better, in fact, it was kinda worse. It was extremely difficult for the girl to open up to her partner, which in turn she’d let so many possible relationships pass her by. Not to mention, when she was in one, they slowly deteriorated because of her inability to share with them. Which is why it didn’t come as much of a surprise when it happened between her and Harry.

Somehow unconsciously Y/N had been almost preparing herself, preparing her heart for it to break. When he walked inside his place, she’d been there to prepare them a meal in. They’d both had a stressful couple of weeks with Harry starting off on a new album endeavour, while Y/N’s boss was practically threatening to rip her head off, as she scrambled to finish everything, even though the deadlines were months away.

It just all kind of came crashing down on her when her boss suddenly called her up, telling her to rush back to the office, and when Y/N asked if it could wait until the morning, the ultimatum came that if she wanted her job, she’d do it then and there.

“Hey.” She hadn’t heard Harry come in, only noticed it when his arm wrapped around her shaking shoulders. “Hey, shh, come ‘ere.”

Slowly, he laid the two of them down, letting her head be tucked beneath his chin, as his palm rubbed soothing circles on her back. “ ‘S gonna be okay, dove. ‘S gonna be alright. Come on, now.”

They laid like that for about five minutes, until Y/N pushed her face away from Harry’s chest and laid her cheek there, taking in a few short, shaky breaths, and steadying herself by placing her palm on his chest and feeling the steady thuds of his heart.

“Wanna talk about it?” he muttered in her Y/H/C locks, placing a soft kiss to the crown of her head, but she sighed, shaking her head no.

“ ‘S fine. Overreacted.”

“You were sitting on the couch, crying and hyperventilating, dove. Obviously, something’s wrong.”

“Harry,” Y/N let out a long breath. “Can you please just let it go? It’s nothing major. If it was, I’d tell you.”

“Would you though?” The whisper went almost unnoticed, but Y/N did hear it, and it made her eyebrows furrow and push herself up from where they’d been nestled together.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean.” Harry bit the inside of the cheek. “When is the last time you ever told me what’s bothering you? Like really, truly made you upset?”

“What are you implying?” Y/N’s voice had gone steely, almost emotionless, as her brain pretty much screamed ‘it’s happening’.

“How can I help you when you don’t let me in?” His gaze was pleading, as his hands grasped onto her cheeks.

“You’re not supposed to.”

“Pardon?”

Y/N sighed and stood up from the couch, letting his touch fall away. “You’re not supposed to. They’re my problems to deal with, not yours, so you’re not supposed to help me. And there’s nothing to help me with.”

“Do you not trust me?”

“Of course, I trust you,” she scoffed as if it was the most ridiculous question in the world. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“How are we supposed to be in a relationship, if you don’t trust me?”

“I dunno,” Y/N whispered hugging herself. Sometimes she hated how her brain worked, but it was inevitable, right? It always came to this, so why not be the bad guy in the situation. “Maybe we’re not supposed to then.”

Harry was more than stunned at her reply. Not once during their relationship, he'd thought that her immediate reaction to a problem would be to immediately dismiss their love. "You - you don't mean that."

"Well," Y/N sniffled wiping at her cheeks where new tears were trailing down, "maybe I do. Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. I mean they do say the first year is spent with rose-coloured glasses on, right? 'S time to take 'em off."

“So that’s it? You’re giving up just like that?”

“What do you want me to do?” Y/N exasperated throwing her hands up. “It’s the way I am, and I can’t change that. And if you can’t accept it, then yeah, maybe I am giving up just like that.”

Harry shook his head in disbelief. “I –,” he stammered, “I can’t believe this.”

“What do you want from me, Harry?”

“To fight!” He was practically yelling at this point, hoping to see some kind of emotion on Y/N’s face. “To let me in! To – to – fuck! To start trusting me!”

“I do trust you!”

“But not enough to trust me with your heart.”

A deafening silence fell over both of them because without needing a confirmation, Harry knew he’d struck gold. God, how he wished he hadn’t, but the numb expression Y/N's face morphed into told him enough.

“I’m giving you what I can.” Y/N’s voice was quiet, resolute. “And if that’s not something you can accept, then this is it.”

Now Harry was the silent one. But sometimes you don’t need words to say everything you mean.

“Okay then.” She nodded, went to the mantlepiece and took her clutch. “I’ll see ya around, I guess.”

And with that Y/N walked out of Harry’s apartment without a glance back.

***

Two and a half months later and he still couldn’t understand how everything had gone so wrong. He was at the New Year party, and Y/N was there too, courtesy of Sarah, who was their mutual friend and hosted it each year. This one was a lot more intimate, seeing as the pandemic, though contained, was still raging on, so only the closest and most important people in her life had been invited. Sarah'd been actually the one who introduced the two. Well, more so given them a shove in the right direction. A literal one at that.

The night had been absolute chaos and became an even bigger one when Y/N entered his life, Harry recalled. Drinks were flowing, bodies were moving in an erratic rhythm, most of them completely unaware of how the music boomed while voices shouted the incorrect lyrics and glasses clinked as everyone celebrated the upcoming year, buzzing with excitement as they waited for the countdown. That’s when Sarah, pulling a woman by her arm stormed towards Harry and pushed her into his chest.

“Do not let her leave your sight!” she’d hollered over the music, as Harry blinked at his drummer. “And you!” Sarah pointed at the woman, who giggled, hiding behind her champagne glass and slinking further down Harry’s frame, so much so, he had to grab onto her armpits otherwise she would fall. “Behave for at least five minutes! I need to check up on Mitch before he decides vodka would be a good addition and completely destroys the room.”

With that Sarah was gone, brown hair swishing in a high ponytail, leaving Harry confused and concerned as this stranger snickered behind Sarah’s back, showing her tongue like a child would.

“Umm,” he started not really knowing what to do. “You alright there?”

“ ‘M Y/N.” She leaned up with as much grace as a drugged-up cat, spun around to face him and extended her hand to him, and he took it, giving it a firm shake. “And I might be a lil’ bit drunk.”

A chuckle escaped his lips. “You don’t say?”

“I do.” Y/N nodded confidently about her statement as she swayed on her feet. Harry had to grab her by the shoulder for the woman to remain somewhat upright. “And when I’m drunk, I thrive on chaos.”

“Is that why Sarah shoved you to me so I can babysit you?”

“See, she just doesn’t appreciate me and my talents. She thinks that I’m ‘unreliable’.” Y/N put the word in quotation marks, and in doing so, half her champagne spilt out of the flute. “And she thinks I need ‘supervision’.” There went the other half. “Honestly, it’s Sarah that needs to be looked after. It’s not me that set the curtains on fire.”

But the look on her face told Harry something different, and a smile bloomed on his face. “You set the curtains on fire?”

“I just told you, I didn’t.”

“Yes, well, your face is telling me a different story.”

Instantly Y/N facepalmed. “Stupid face. Can’t keep in check. Listen, the curtains were just…” She waved her hand around. “In the way of the flame. ‘S not my fault they’re made from such flammable material. Should’ve gotten more fire-resistant curtains, if you ask me.”

“Note taken – don’t let you near anything that can be set on fire or is fire.”

Y/N scoffed and gave Harry a side-eye. “As if you can tell me what to do. I shouldn’t even be talking to you.”

“And why's that?”

“Stranger danger.” Y/N wagged her free index finger in Harry’s face accentuating each syllable.

“Well then, let’s not be strangers.” He extended his hand just as Y/N had and waited until she took it. “ ‘M name’s Harry.”

“Good to meet you, Harry. Now, Sarah said nothing about not letting me dance, so come on! I love this song!” she exclaimed, making Harry throw his head back in laughter as she dragged him to the middle of the room, bodies grinding against them, but it didn’t really matter. Not when Y/N made Harry feel as if it was just the two of them in the world.

“Do you now?”

“Yes! Especially when he does the ‘da – dananana da – dananana’ part.” Her eyes went wide with excitement and pride. “Sarah’s in this song as well! She's the drummer!”

His eyebrow quirked up in amusement. Y/N clearly had no idea who she was talking to, and he was kind of loving her for it. Most of the time, as flattering as it was, it could become quite taxing when people recognised you with every step of the way. He wasn’t really allowed to have his smile leave his face, nor was he allowed to stay too lost in his thoughts, needing to be on constant alert if someone asked something.

But Y/N seemed to not care, and something in Harry told him – she wouldn’t care about it if she knew the truth.

“Wanna hear a secret?”

Y/N gasped, eyes twinkling in the disco ball light. “Of course! I love secrets.”

“I’m Harry!”

“I know you’re Harry. You said it already.”

Her confused face made his smile widen even more. “No, I mean I’m Harry. Harry Styles. This is my song.”

And then it dawned on her inebriated brain. “Ooh. You’re Harry Styles!”

“Yeah.”

“Good for you then!” And she put up her hand in a high-five, and he couldn’t leave her just hanging like that, belly-shaking laughter erupting from him before he weaved their fingers together and spun her around.

That night had been one of the best New Year’s he’d ever had. Throughout the hour before the clock struck 12, she’d sobered up enough that when Harry asked if he could kiss her, she was coherent and could say yes. It’d been the best kiss of their lives by that point.

But now, seeing Y/N walk around Sarah’s apartment a smile on her face that he recognised to be fake, and laughter ringing in his ears that he knew wasn’t true, made him look back at that night and wonder if she’d been truly happy then.

She definitely seemed to have been, fuck, Harry hoped she was happy for at least some of it; that when Y/N said she was alright, she’d truly meant it, otherwise, he had no idea what he’d do with himself, but in all honesty, despite the fallout between the two, what he wished was for her to come back. To give him the slightest glimpse into what worried her. That would be enough.

In the beginning, Harry supposed, it was his own fault. He’d thought Y/N was just strong, she was so level-headed that whenever something was wrong, it was tackled immediately and righted that exact second, but in truth, it was just hiding, putting on a performance and living through a smile that was a complete lie.

He saw Sarah lean into Y/N and whisper something in her ear before her head snapped in Harry’s direction, Y/E/C eyes meeting his. He then watched her let out a breath, give Sarah a small smile and look at him once more before approaching, Harry’s own back straightening out as she opened the balcony door and entered his space.

She was a vision, a black and gold glitter romper covering her body, cinched at the waist with a solid gold-colour metal band, while the sleeves fluttered off in a ‘Morticia Addams’ style, as Y/N liked to call it, with her hair out of the way of her face in a simple knot at the base of her neck. Easy to make and easy to take out.

“Bobby pins are the creations of the Devil,” she’d muttered one night after they’d gone to some Hollywood event. Harry couldn't even remember what it'd been for, most of his focus on making sure his date was alright.

One by one she'd untwisted and twirled the metal pins out of her head. “Fucking, scraping my brain from the outside of my skull.”

Harry had chuckled, untying the lace front of his blouse style shirt. “Wanna massage?”

The affirmative groan made him grin like a child on Christmas.

Y/N was the one to break the silence, after having her eyes rake over his own form. A fitted chequered suit paired with a simple dress shirt and chequered moccasins. One of the tamer looks for him, but he wasn’t feeling very festive this year.

“Hey.”

Harry sighed, putting his hands in his pockets. “Hi.”

God, how had everything become so fucking awkward between them?

“How,” she cleared her throat, “how are you?”

“Honestly?” Harry wanted to spit out the ‘I’m fine’, the line that was so overused by her it’d lost its meaning, but he couldn’t. He’d always been an open book, especially with Y/N, so he told her the truth. “I’m hurting.”

“Harry…” Her eyes met the floor unable to hold his green gaze.

“Every day I wake up, and I’m in pain. And it’s not getting easier. And it won’t. Not for a long while.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want you to be sorry.” He laughed even though he didn’t mean it. “I just wanted you to talk to me. You know I’d never judge you.”

“It’s not about that…”

“Then what is it?” Harry snapped. “Because I’m at a fucking loss here. Have been for the past two and a half months.”

“It’s not easy when…” Y/N actually bit down on her tongue to not let the words out. She took in a calm, collected breath; then she continued. “It’s not easy to open up like you want me to when my whole life I’ve been taught to just push it down. Push it away, forget about it. I don’t know a different life. That’s my normal, that’s what I know. I know you wouldn’t have judged me, you’re not that kind of a person. But it’s not even about that. It’s… it’s… why couldn’t you have just left everything at ‘I’m fine’?”

“Because I don’t want to be fine,” he said, sad eyes looking right through her, right through to Y/N’s being. “I – I wanna be great, and ecstatic and fucking exhilarated or hurting or sad, even devastated. I want to feel things. And I want to share them with the person I trust most. I wanna share them with you. And I want you to share your emotions with me too. It’s not your job to carry the weight of the world on your own. That’s what a partner is there for.”

Y/N broke away from Harry’s eyes given how her own were now lined with tears that threatened to slip down her cheeks. She sniffled, using the sleeve of her romper to press against her nose.

New Years. When the previous one had started off with so much love and hope and laughter and the new one seemed to only show it had tears and heartache ahead. God, this was the worst holiday in existence.

“Ten, nine, eight,” the people inside counted down.

“Y/N, please.” One last try. He had to.

“Seven, six, five.”

She just shrugged. “I don’t know how to be different."

“Three, two, one! Hap–“

“Happy New Year, Harry.” Y/N leaned up and pressed a lingering kiss against his cheek. “I hope you find someone who can love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

With hands in her pockets, she retreated leaving him standing alone on the balcony, but right as she was about to close the sliding door, he spoke up.

“I had.”

That made Y/N spin around, cold air hitting her face just as harshly as the truth that spilt past his lips.

“Only she didn’t trust that I loved her the same.”

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A/N: Part 2? maybe??

P.S. my tags are always open :)

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Advent Calendar: Day 4 @kit-just-kit

Somewhere in the hustle and bustle of the week leading up to Christmas, Beth has to wonder how comfortable Kit really is. She has an open invitation to drop in for all the traditional activities; carols, food, fellowship, and ~the one that made Beth wince~ invited to join the clan at St Patrick’s Cathedral for Midnight Mass. She hadn’t made the face when Andy invited Kit via phone, trying to pencil in the plans he had in his head because she disliked the woman or didn’t want her to be part of the festivities. If anything, the more the merrier and maybe if Kit got to see what the family was like beneath the press photos and publicity junkets, then maybe she’d understand why the siblings were the way they were. The face came as part of her hindsight. Kit’s English and to the core. So maybe she’s not Catholic and doesn’t esteem Mother Church as much as they do. Still, she’s remarkably surprised that Kit shows up precisely at eight, four hours before they’re due to walk in through the doors. Beth is not inclined to be struck dumb by anyone, though she knows her friend is beautiful, and even she can’t help her mouth falling open just a little. The red sweater dress ~Chanel, she knows, she’d seen it on the runway~ hugs her figure without being overtly sexual in nature. Her hair looks so soft that it takes all of her willpower not to pet it, or lean in and smell it, because that’s weird and even she knows it. She does hug her though. Andy pauses what he’s doing to come around from the kitchen island to brush a kiss to her cheek and the pair of them chitchat for a few minutes while Beth goes and pours her a cup of coffee, just finished brewing. She then pours one for her brother and finally for herself. She takes their cups over to the living area and puts them on the coffee table to line up on either end of the couch. For a moment Beth is actually proud of her home; standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows is the twelve foot tree, gleaming with lights and tinsel, all sorts of bulbs from the different places and countries they’ve lived in. There are candles amidst the holly and ivy on the mantle, itself alight with gorgeously fragrant logs. There’s softly instrumental holiday music playing on the stereo system. It looks almost like a movie set but warm and cosy. They make small talk and the open space is filled with their laughter and the occasional glance over at Andy who also adds in pithy little comments now and again despite wearing an apron and baking. There’s a tray of golden brown crusted mince tartlets on the counter, and Beth encourages Kit to come along and steal one each. “Is pretty common f’ not eat until aftah Mass, a late night breakfast. Combine wi’ da aerobic exercise of standin’, sittin’ an’ kneelin’...I’m tellin’ ya sistah might as well carb load right now. An’ he made dis bourbon cream sauce t’ drizzle ovah dem. I been smellin’ all dem spice an’ sugar an’ jus…trus’ me. Every kine my braddah make jus’ broke da mout’. So ono, is like heaven.” Nothing escapes under said brother’s eagle eye or even his super human hearing because by the time she pulls Kit up off the couch, he’s got two little plates, both of them equal with one tart each, a drizzle of the sauce, and each one perfectly warm. “Just don’t tell Dad that I let you get away with this. He’ll rip me a new one.” Beth makes a sour face but doesn’t say anything about the Admiral, though Lord knows Kit’s heard enough to form her own opinion, and knows all things are vastly unequal between the siblings. “Don’ worry, I’ll let you sit next to me on the pew.”

#Mahalo!Sarah <333 #Girls will be Girls|Kit and Beth #Sibling Rivalry|Andrew Riley #Christmas with the Rileys #Christmas 2022

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