#Hit the Kray Button

[vibratingskull]

Worrisome in the horizon

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

Tags : Space battle, I don’t know, the plot is moving forward

FemaleReader x Thrawn

After your lasting impression after the meeting, you get your orders and departs for Baros. What will you find there?

You’re positively mortified.

Passing out in Thrawn’s arms.

How shining is that?!

The last thing you remember is losing consciousness of exhaustion in your room, in his arms and the first is waking up at the medbay, transfused with something and the meddroïd chastising you about how sleep is important.

You press the bridge of your nose with a sigh. Humiliated. That’s what you are. A chance you didn’t cross paths with Thrawn after, you would either melt on the spot of shame or slap him across the face. But he was already back on the Chimaera by then. 

“Ma’am, are you alright?” You turn your head towards Ryakel.

She looks at you with worry in her eyes. She’s an ensign, freshly arrived on the Relentless. In your humble opinion she chose the wrong way. She’s too sweet and delicate for war, but do her duty with application. You sigh.

“All is fine, ensign.”

“Lieutenant Commander, we are arriving.” The sensor officer warns you.

You shake your head and approach the bay of the cockpit. What are you supposed to do with an Arquitens command cruiser all alone here? It is not a terrible ship by any means but your experience teached you they are more efficient when they’re at least two. 

You shake your head again, it is so rare for a Lieutenant Commander to get to command an Arquitens. You should have got a much smaller ship, maybe Admiral Konstantine knows about your delay in your career and judged you for your experience.

It is useless to tergiversate. You have a ship and a mission, that is all that matters. The rays of light let place to still stars and you arrive in a meteor field.

“Kray spit!” You let escape. “Did we touch anything?!”

The familiar sound of the keyboards resonates for a second.

“Negative! We are just at the border of the field.”

You sigh of relief.

“I want a scan of the zone immediately. Steerman, find a way to navigate through the field.” 

Everyone goes to work and the Sparrow slowly gets out of the field to bypass it.

“Scan completed, Lieutenant Commander! Four ships detected. They are identified as small cruisers and X-wings!”

You frown. That’s definitely not merchants. 

“Approach us. Let’s see what they’ll do.”

The Sparrow gains speed and slowly you come to notice the four ships. The cruisers are linked to each other like they are exchanging something while the X-wings are standing aside at a reasonable distance, like they’re guarding them and surveilling the surroundings.

You press the radio button.

“This is Lieutenant Commander (Y/l/n) of the Sparrow of the Imperial Navy. Identify yourself.”

You wait for a response.

But nothing come.

At the second you finish your sentence, a jolt shakes all the ships like they are taken by surprise. The X-wings start their motors and tilt towards you, the two cruisers seem to detach themself in precipitation, judging by their shudders. The X-wing end their rotations and speed towards you. 

You sigh. Another battle. 

“TIE interceptors, intercept!”

A small flock of TIE leaves your ship and spreads towards the X-wings. Those immediately divert, maneuvering to skirt them. You follow the ballet for a second before going back to the cruisers, they are detaching themself and the bigger one seems maneuvering to escape while the smaller one prepares itself for a fight

“ Turbolasers, destroy the hyperdrive of the fleeing one.”

A ray tears the sky apart and hits one of the propulsor, launching in a spinning frenzy, effectively preventing it from escaping. The smaller one is now fully facing you, deploying its own arsenal. It shoots.

“Shield.” You order.

The ammunition comes crashing against the shield, and other scraps the side of the Sparrow. 

“Lieutenant Commander! We are intercepting a message from the spinning cruiser.”

“Scramble it and decipher it!”

“They already sent it!” She says, a bit panicked.

You frown at her, what are we paying her for? 

“Got it! They call for reinforcement.”

Talk about a news.

“We’ll worry about that later. Focus on the cruiser in front of us”

It’s derivating to the side, it hopes to attack your flank, where your shield don’t protect you.

You have an idea.

“Steerman, dive into the meteor field.”

Just in time. Meteors intercept their fires, actively blocking their assault. Your mind is functioning at max speed. Looks like nothing beats a little vacation at the med bay to be effective once again! 

“Missiles launchers, aim at this large meteors.”

“But Ma’am, the meteor will explode.”

“Exactly!”

They fires at you once again, nothing your shield can’t support and you fire the missiles. They fly straight into a big meteor at their port side. The blow of the explosion projects numerous projectiles into their exposed sides, some hitting their cannon that fold under the pressure. The blow also deports them to the side, away from the explosion. 

“Missiles!”

The light cruisers explode under your eyes. You hear a muffled excited exclamation coming from Ryakel behind you. A thin smile creeps on your visage. It does feel good to succeed.

You check on the Ties. Everything is under control, they slain their adversaries

“Well, it only left this spinning top…” Anyone inside must be sick to the point of throwing up.

As you tract it with your tractor beam a shadow comes to hide the sun. You raise your head. 

It’s the Wyvern.

You’re in a bad spot.

You can’t measure up to an ISD…

All the bridge goes silent

“Let it go immediately…” A phlegmatic voice on speaker warns you.

You gulp.

“This ship is in clear violation of the law. Justice will be done.” You respond.

“What justice? A summary execution?” He continues on a conversational tone.

You make a sign to your communication officer. Quick! Sending a message. Keep making him talk. Gaining time.

“A just trial.” You retorts.

You hear static followed by a genuine crystalline voice. However it is, he takes the situation lightly.

“Who are you to talk about justice, dog of the Empire?” You can clearly hear a smile in the voice, this man is tremendously amused.

“I am the lieutenant Commander (Y/l/n) of the Imperial Navy! Not a dog.” You detach each word with a clear voice, you may be about to die but you won't let yourself be insulted like that.

A moment of silence follows.

“(Y/n)?” 

Every hint of a smile has disappeared. Instead a careful incredulity took place.

You’re taken by surprise. 

“How do you know my name?” You demand.

He remains silent.

“I asked you : How do you know my name?!” You’re losing patience.

For sole response, the cannons of the Wyvern aim at you. Ryakel lets escape a squeal of fear.

“Are we gonna die Ma’am?”

“No. Of course not.” You lie. 

You don’t see any escape, you’re too small for an ISD and you’re entangled in the gravitational force of Baros. You’re losing hope.

A bang resonates behind you. 

You look at the sensor screens. The Chimaera is here. You sigh relieved.

“Wyvern, here is the Chimaera of the Imperial Navy. Leave this territory.” Thrawn’s voice rises.

You can’t say for sure but you think the Wyvern back track a bit.

“Wyvern, this is an order.”

In those positions the only thing possible would be for both ISD to crash into each other. A mutual destruction. Never preferable as Thrawn once said. The Wyvern divert is tip of several degrees, preparing to jump into hyperspace.

“So long, Lieutenant Commander (Y/l/n).”

And like that, disappear.

You release your breath.

“Thank you Chimaera.”

“You’re welcome Lieutenant Commander.”.

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“I am sorry, Grand Admiral.” 

“About what?” He demands softly.

You’re incredibly uncomfortable. The last time you saw him, two weeks ago, you screamed at your superior and lost consciousness in his arms like a virginal figure before a lecherous picture. Your collar is too tight and itches atrociously. You straighten your back to appear as tall as possible.

“About the Wyvern fleeing.”

“Not to worry, Lieutenant Commander.” He smiles. “You retrieved a precious cargo and the imprompt arrival of the Wyvern confirms my suspicion that they are prowling in the region.”

You raise an eyebrow, dubious.

“Imprompt?”

“I knew they would come. Precisely for the cargo you retrieved.”

“What’s that cargo precisely?” You didn’t get to inspect anything, Thrawn took back the lead immediately.

“The Wyvern original crew, or… what is left of it. And a cargaison of doonium and quadranium.”

You open your eyes wide.

“So much? In such little cruisers?”

“They hoped to be more discreet.”

“But nothing escapes you…”

“Rarely.” He nods with a thin grin. “Thank you for the compliment.”

You feel your cheeks setting ablaze. He looks at you with a light smile, eyes sparkling. He doesn’t seem too angry about last time, maybe you will evade a punishment.

“Is it not perfect? I get to confirm the presence of the stolen ISD and you get a victory to your name, everything works out for the both of us in the end. I got a call from Coruscant…”

“So early?” You can’t believe it.

“News flies rapidly in the Empire. I trust you will soon hear good news. Congratulations.” 

You feel your chest puffing up with your inflated ego.

“Thank you sir.” You bow lightly.

You look at each other's eyes, smiling, in silence. You forgot everything, just look at his gorgeous face and him looking at you.

This moment is broke by his comlink ringing. He takes it and read it.

He frowns and look at you.

Your comlink ring. You look up to him for permission. He nods.

It’s Azrel.

“I have a wonderful idea!”

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[loonaticskr]

Loonatics KR Bios - Tiger Leaps

Art created by DarthCraftus and character written created by @kervinfire

Disclaimer: This character will soon be updated for the fic. I'd like you to please do not use or draw this OC without permission from me.

Name: Tiger Leaps

Real Name: ???

Race: Tiger

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Nationality: American born Filipino

Relatives: Jesa (Mother),Levin(Father), Kray(Sister)

Personality: Rebellious, cool, helpful, tough, nice, smart, sarcastic, sometimes negative and positive thinker, anti-bully

Appearance: A red colored tiger with dark blue stripes, and red eyes on his face. He has a normal body physique of a basketball student in high school

Outfits: 

Casual Clothing: He wears a synthetic unzipped hoodie with aromatic camo colors, and cargo pants with the asexual camo colors. He also wears a black t-shirt gratified with a white logo with the number 143 and wears shoes that is bluer and more purple.

Varsity Clothing: In his varsity outfit he wears a white t-shirt of Aro-ace Arrow purple ACME University varsity jacket, Brown jogging pants, and still wears the same shoes as his casual outfit

Power/Skill:

Slingshot Sharpshooting: As a kid, he always wanted a slingshot for his birthday and it came true it was given to his childhood best friend. His slingshot skills used to hit just for the fun of it for hitting cans used toys that he does not need, and targets and now it has become a skill for him.

Fireworks Chemistry: Science was his favorite subject when he discovered chemistry in school. In his first science project in intermediate level, he made homemade firecrackers. When his first firecracker succeeded it inspired him to weaponize his chemistry with fireworks.

Cheating Intuition: Just because he is smart does not mean he is too smart. Sometimes in written exams when he finds something very hard, he finds a way to cheat successfully without even noticing including spelling bees and trivia contests. However, most of his cheating style does not mean sabotaging rivals. Yet...

Military Combat: Tiger has never been and has no interest in military school. But when a hobo rescued him from female criminal gang who attacked him first as he was going about to go home. The hobo told Tiger that if he is interested in training military fighting styles to defend himself. However, one condition for him as payment is that all the hobo needs is just fast food. Because it was too tiring for a hobo to train him all the time and he needed the food. So, every time Tiger buys fast food for the hobo, he makes a deal to train.

Enhanced Concealment: Sometimes the trouble may come to him. When he is completely wanted by police, teachers, or prefects. Tiger can hide anywhere he go.

Lock picking: In his elementary years he stole a portable game console from a bully that the teacher confiscated. As for revenge, he managed to not just steal the confiscated game console but all the rest of the items too.

Weapons/Items: 

Guttersnipe (Custom-made expandable slingshot): An expandable ACME-made slingshot with a custom-painted cyberpunk theme that can fit like a pocket knife. It also has an attachable scope that was used to be part of a sniper rifle. This weapon is mostly nonlethal but can be lethal depending on which ammo.

The Romana: A Roman candle with a theme that looks like a Roman pillar that shoots firework balls if you press the shoot button like a magic wizard wand. It even gives extra damage when you swing and it has refillable Roman candle ammo.

Fireworks: Fireworks he uses are either homemade, store-bought or even secretly bought. Tiger can use more than 74 types of fireworks.

(Copy paste or click here on what are the fireworks)

https://www.jakesfireworks.com/fireworks-types-and-definition

Rule Breaker: A special long ruler that is made of golden metal. Despite the weapon having sharp edges and he has a no-kill rule policy he still uses it like a sword to rather injure instead of kill like a blunt weapon when rotating only in a flat position but if he switches to a sharp edge position, he can use the weapon to slice anything but never uses it to kill.

Other info:

His parent's parents were born in the Philippines meaning that he is a Filipino born in the United States 

Has no interest in dating women, men, etc. But to hang out as friends.

He is an Aro-Ace/ Queer platonic meaning both aromatic and asexual.

Kicked out of the cheering squad over the tiniest injury in high school and quit the basketball team all because of mistreatment to play basketball by himself.

He hated bullies even if it did not have to do with him. Gender, adult, parent, child, elderly rich or poor he treats everyone equally and believes in equality

He is a pacifist because he is obviously a student but even not a student and kills in video games he still never kills.

Jock on the outside but Nerd on the inside

Specializes in making homemade fireworks and graffiti

Expert in slingshots, plays basketball, American football, and soccer all by himself. Dodgeball is for PE lessons. But mostly basketball.

His favorite is Valentine's chocolates

Does not affect the meteor crash

Loves to drink cans of ACME sodas in different types

Loves to eat fancy expensive food but also food from vendors

His favorite holiday is New Years and Chinese New Year

Before he came to Acmetropolis he did not have a job at all because his parents said that education was important

Loves to watch Bollywood action movies for not just the story and music but the action movie physics that Hollywood can’t do

In public, He rescued 2 people types of couples. He rescued a girlfriend who was abused by her boyfriend and rescued a boyfriend who was abused by his girlfriend. In both of the situations, he failed when persuading but fixed the solution with violence without killing. That is what he means by believing in equality

He does not care that people tell him that he is treated as the bad guy. He only believes in equality

He now likes to wear smaller clothing for his sleepwear after he stays in Acmetropolis like the size of tennis shorts and silk shirts.

He earns money with random events and errands. But mostly he does dumpster diving with the racoon siblings he first met.

Description:

Tiger Leaps may have the look of a bully, act like a bully and a fighting style of a bully but unlike the usual bully he is an anti-bully. As an anti-bully he uses it to do good and help other in need and live in his own apartment alone and goes around Acmetropolis all by himself with errands or random events.

However, Tiger has a secret past on why he came to Acmetropolis in the first place.

Trivia:

• Tiger is heavily inspired by Jimmy Hopkins from the video game Bully. But also, Dick from a cartoon called Cow and Chicken in the episode Karate Chick in Season 2 Episode 12

• His casual clothing colors represent him as both Aromatic and Asexual

• Slightly inspired by Peacemaker for equality but prefers hurting not killing

• In his casual attire, the black t-shirt has a graffiti text with the number 143 is a reference to a Filipino-made basketball anime Barangay 143

• Hero

• His sleepwear has colors of a queerplatonic hoverboard race (later mission)

[lollie2479]

Falling for the enemy - Part 2

Reggie Kray x reader

Summary :  You were with the Richardsons but you fell for Reggie Kray. You need to chose between your family or the handsome gangster that has your heart.

Warning : Swearing, mention of blood, violence and some smut. 

A/n : I’m so inspired for these imagines about Reggie Kray that I can’t stop writing. Part three coming soon. Hope you like it! Send requests if you would like another imagine about him. 

Part 1 Part 3

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The gang had ruined your plan and everything you wanted to do so you had to find somewhere else to approach them, knowing that they wouldn’t go back to Esmeralda’s Barn. One day, you decided to go for a walk. Since people had already seen you, you could now step outside. You put on some pants that hugged your legs and your hips and a yellow blouse that you tucked into your pants. You let your hair fall on your shoulders but you pinned the front tight so strands of hair wouldn’t fall into your eyes. You started walking, not going anywhere, just wanting to get some fresh air and to clean your head. You turned around the corner and that’s where you saw him. He was standing on the crosswalk, his back against the wall, a cigarette in his mouth. The moment he saw you, his eyes lit up and he quickly made his way towards you.

You were about to greet him but before you could even speak his lips crashed onto yours, taking your breath away. His hands fell on your hips and you threw your arms around his neck. Your lips moved together perfectly, making it seem like you had been with each other for the last decade. When he saw that you were into it, he pulled you even closer to him and deepened the kiss. His tongue was playing with yours and you enjoyed it very much. Neither of you wanted to but you both had to pull away, out of breath. Your breathing was fast, not believing what had just happened. Reggie softly licked his lips, hands still on you. “You didn’t stay close.’’ You looked down and chuckled, thinking about the promise you made to him that night before pulling him in by his tie for a second round of the best kiss of your life. He didn’t seem to mind has he kissed you back immediately. Once again you had to pull away because you were out of breath. “Sorry I broke my promise’’ you said flickering your eyelashes. He laughed while pecking your lips. “Yeah, but the apology was better.’’ Your heart melted at his words. “Go on a date with me, tonight.’’ Your eyes were sparkling of joy not believing what was happening. “Yeah, I’d love to.’’ His face seemed a little surprised. “Yeah?’’ he repeated after you making sure that he heard correctly. You bit your lower lip and nodded your head. You gave him the address of the house you used as a hideout and told him to pick you up at 8. He kissed your cheek and told you that he would be there. Reggie made his way back into his club as you sprinted towards your house. 

You quickly ran to your bathroom so you could start getting ready for your date with Reggie Kray. You got into the hot shower and washed your hair and your body. When you got out, you wrapped a towel around your still wet figure and your hair. You ran to your room and started doing your makeup. You decided that you were going to wear a short black dress so your makeup look had to be light. You filed in your brows and then put on some eyeliner, mascara and a little bit of blush for your cheeks. You chose a soft pink lipstick that resembled the natural colour of your lips. You smiled, proud of what you had done. You dried your hair before putting your dress on. You still had half an hour to get ready so you decided to curl your hair. The curls were wrapped around your face so you chose to put a black headband on to pull them away from your eyes. You smiled at your reflection in the mirror and ran downstairs to grab some black high heels. When the bell rang, you were already at the door, ready to go.  

You opened it and you found yourself standing in front of the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on. Reggie was wearing a black suit and a white shirt like usual but this time, his tie was red, the same colour as the flowers he held in his left hand. “You look beautiful love.’’ You smiled at him. “You look beautiful too.’’ He handed you the flowers before opening your car door. You kissed his lips softly and sat on the passenger side. He closed the door making sure that you were entirely inside so that he wouldn’t hurt you and took his place on the driver side. His hand stayed on your thigh from the moment you left your house until you arrived at the restaurant. You’ve heard about this place before, it was one of the most expensive and luxurious place in London but never in your wildest would you have thought finding yourself here with Reggie Kray. He took your hand in his and brought you inside. Your eyes were stunned by the chandeliers that were dangling from the ceiling. “Reggie, this place is wonderful.’’ You saw the corner of his lips turning upwards. “Glad you like it darling.’’ You were smiling widely. “I love it.’’ The waiter brought the two of you to your table. Reggie pulled your chair and you kissed his cheek as a thank you before sitting down. He pulled his chair and sat in front of you. “So, tell me about you.’’ You almost choked on your wine at his words. “What exactly do you want to know.’’ He grabbed your hand when he saw your discomfort. “Anything.’’ You took another sip before placing the glass in front of you. “There’s not much to know about. I never knew my mum and my dad died when I was younger so my uncle raised me. He became like a father to me.’’ His eyes showed compassion and you loved that he cared. “Sorry love.’’ His words were genuine. “It’s alright but enough about me, tell me about yourself.’’ You spent the rest of the evening talking about his twin brother, his mother, how he could have been a boxer, the clubs he owned and how he loved being in this business. The man standing in front of you wasn’t the same you had learned to hate and fear. He was sweet, gentle, loving and caring. This first date was the beginning of something much bigger than the both of you.

The next morning, you decided to stay in bed but Reggie had other plans as he started throwing stones at your window. You opened it. “Are throwing stones at my window Reggie Kray?’’ “Oh… they’re not stones, these are lemon sherbets.’’ He threw another one at you which caught it. You threw it in your mouth enjoying the sweetness of the candy. “What are you doing here.’’ “I missed you.’’ You smiled at him. “Then why don’t you come up here?’’ You didn’t have to tell him twice and soon enough he was standing in the doorway of your room. “Looking lovely Y/n.’’ You smiled making your way towards him. You were only wearing underwears and a nightgown and he really enjoyed the view he had of you. You placed your hands on his chest and his lips found yours easily. His hands started exploring the curves of your body and they found their way under your nightgown before removing it completely and letting it fall on the ground. The cold air hitted your bare skin sending a shiver down your spine. Reggie noticed it and he brought you closer to him so he could envelop your body with his own. You removed his tie and his jacket. Your fingers went for the buttons of his shirt. You opened it and slid it down his muscular arms. Your finger trailed a line starting from his collarbone and going down to his belt. You unbuckled it and threw it on the floor. He stared at you, lust in his eyes. He grabbed you in his arms and laid your body on the bed. He got out of his trousers and laid himself on top of you, placing his weight on his elbows so that he wouldn’t crush you. Soon enough, he removed the few pieces of clothing you had left and he did the same for himself. That morning,  he showed you what it meant to feel loved. “I should come more often.’’ He chuckled still smiling at the memory of what you had just done. You kissed his jaw before standing up and putting on his shirt. “I’ll make breakfast, you want some?’’ you asked him while buttoning it. His arms were crossed underneath his head and he couldn't take his eyes off of you. You laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes.’’ You kissed his lips before heading downstairs. You made breakfast for the both of you and brought it to bed. Reggie smiled and lifted his body up when he saw your shadow coming closer. You gave him a plate before sitting on the other side of the bed. He placed the warm plate on his legs and glided his arm behind your back, eating with his other hand. “Could get use to this’’ you told him smiling. He smiled back at you and it was the first time you had ever seen him smiling and not only smirking or lifting the corner of his lips. You both ate your food in silent, enjoying each others company. When you both got done, he took your plate and his and brought them downstairs into the sink. He made his way back to your room and stopped in the door frame, leaning against it. “I’m gonna need that shirt back love.’’ You smirked at his request. “Come and take it yourself.’’ Reggie walked over to you before taking back the shirt that belonged to him. “Can’t you stay?’’ He didn’t have to say anything, his face spoke for him. He got dressed and kissed your lips before heading towards his club. You laid in your bed and went back to sleep, a giant smile on your face as you could still smell his scent on the sheets and pillows.

You woke up feeling feeling sick not because you had a cold but because you had fell hard for Reggie and now you didn’t know what to do. The Richardsons were your family and always had been but you felt that you could create one of your own with Reggie. You cried not knowing what to do. How have you gotten yourself into that mess? You wiped your tears and got yourself dressed when you heard a knock on the door. You stood up and went to open it. Charlie was there, standing on your front porch. “You all right?’ he asked concerned. “Yeah, why?’’ “Then I can do that.“ His fist met your stomach and your cheek making you back off into the kitchen. “What the fuck are you doing?’’ He tried punching you again but you were able to grab his fist and throw a punch in his nose. He stepped back and leaned against the counter, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I wanted to see you this morning because the place feels empty without and can you tell my surprise when I saw Reginald fucking Kray walking out of your house.’’ He threw another punch at you and so did you. The both of you fought each other but he was the one that taught you how to defend yourself so every punch you threw he blocked them and you did the same with his. Your fight was going nowhere so he decided to change his tactic. Charlie grabbed the knife that was laying on your counter from the breakfast you had made earlier. He turned around throwing a punch in your left eye which knocked you on the floor. Before you could stand up, you felt a sharp pain in your stomach. You looked down and saw the knife’s handle sticking out of you. “You stabbed me?!’’ Charlie starred at you and at his hand covered from you blood. “Y/n, I’m… I’m so sorry.’’ He leaned down trying to see the damage he had caused. “I... I thought you were going to leave us and go with them.’’ He stood up panicking. The anger had gotten the best of him and he had just stabbed the only person he ever cared about. “I had to do something to keep you away from him.’’  “I wasn’t going to leave…until now.’’ “I’m sorry.’’ It was the last words he said before running away, leaving you bleeding on the floor. You closed your eyes, waiting for the white light to come get you. Was this really how everything was going to end…?

[focusfixated]

fic rec post: bookmarks of 2019

hooo boy i really got through some fandoms this year. from right-on-time fandoms that i got to partake in as they were happening (good omens) to years-too-late fandoms i only just discovered (hannibal), there have been some real outstanding things to read from authors across multiple fandoms and genres. 

i’ve put together a list below of some of the fics I bookmarked to my ao3 this year - some were written in 2019, some are older than that, but all of them left their mark on me these past 12 months.

i haven’t listed and reviewed every single story i have bookmarked this year, or else i’d be composing this post for weeks, so i’ve also put quick links at the end to other recs that you can find on my ao3 if you wish to peruse.

here’s the list, arranged by fandom, chronologically in the order i read them:

fandom: dirk gently’s holistic detective agency

interrogation by goingtoalaska – @holistick on tumblr

rating: G

pairing: dirk/todd

summary: Of course Dirk has some extremely important questions that can only be asked in the middle of the goddamn night, obviously.

notes: one of those dialogue-rich, beautifully-crafted, one-shot fics that just perfectly exemplifies the form. i’m always impressed by authors whose strength is in funny, well-written dialogue. it’s really one of the most difficult things to master. this is a well-observed rendering of these characters subtly done through conversation. comical, sweet, quick-witted, lovely.

fandom: hannibal

 consenting to dream by emungere – @emungere on tumblr

rating: E

pairing: will/hannibal

summary: a seduction through physical objects. It starts with a scarf loaned to Will on a cold day, but Hannibal, as usual, isn't satisfied with anything small.

notes: a perfectly-crafted slowburn sugar daddy AU structured around gifts and offerings that tangle hannibal and will gradually into an ever darker, more complicated, more intense relationship. this was one of those fandom-transcendent stories that was of such gripping quality, i read the whole story and its sequel without having any knowledge of the source material and went to watch the hannibal TV series entirely off the back of having read the fic.

it's honestly stunning how beautifully this is written. the consistent characterisation, the slow development and revelation of the dynamic between the hannibal and will, and the powerplay between them is so utterly compelling. i'm so fascinated and enthralled by the exploration of power dynamics, the shifting balance between what hannibal wants, and what he wants to give, and how will is both subsumed by his need to please and be cared for, and is at the same time motivated so strongly by the desire to see hannibal out of control.

everything is just so perfectly on a knife's edge at all times, it makes the development of their relationship throughout totally riveting.

  the wave at morning by emungere – @emungere on tumblr

rating: E

pairing: will/hannibal

summary: post-fall, Will and Hannibal strike a new balance in their relationship.

notes: i have probably re-read this one more often than anything else this year. more of a collection of scenes that build up the picture of a relationship than a whole story, this nevertheless has such a raw intensity, it’s one of my favourite things i’ve ever read in any fandom. a concisely-observed exploration of a developing dom/sub relationship which is based on both a powerful sexual desire and a compelling, psychological push-and-pull dynamic between the characters.

masterfully-written and searingly hot, it hits emotional notes with such accuracy and economy, leaving all this imaginative breathing room around the scenes which are remarkably stimulating. desire comes off this in waves and is so worth waiting for.

also, read everything by @emungere. a stunningly talented writer.

  fandom: legend

 you’ll find it funny (when you’re looking back someday) by th_esaurus

rating: E

pairing: ronnie/teddy

summary: It was around this time that Teddy Smith began his nightly habit of leaning on the wall across the road from Esmeralda's Barn with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips and the top two buttons of his baby-blue shirt undone. He'd a mole dead centre on his neck and tilted his chin back to show it off, waiting for someone to come by and offer him a match.

notes: after watching the film and being left disappointed that we didn’t get to properly explore any of the fascinating characteristics of ronnie kray, violent gangster and known homosexual, this fic was bang on.

an insight into the dangerous, volatile connection between ronnie kray and mad teddy smith, and a thrilling exploration of desire and power between two unstable men. every detail in this story was so keenly-observed and delicious to read. the writing had a poetic flow to it that i enjoyed immensely, and i read it back to back three times in a row, just trying to absorb everything on offer here.

  fandom: rocketman

 what if the birds aren’t singing, they’re screaming? by th_esaurus

rating: M

pairing: elton/bernie, elton/john

summary: He is spectacularly good at making music and spectacularly good at making mistakes.

notes: an angsty one, but such a satisfying read. so achingly full of feeling, the whole story simmers like the film's version of elton john does, with a kind of raging disappointment and dissatisfaction. there is such a vivid sense of place here, such beautiful descriptions of scenery, and every snap of elton's temper against the backdrop of these warm landscapes is so keenly felt. incredibly well-observed.

the pace and flow of it, too, the way the dialogue moves, the barbs and quips and the push-and-pull of the dynamic between elton and bernie, makes for such a compelling characterisation. there is a palpable agony in the unrequited love here that anyone would recognise. the whole thing is so well-drawn, so achingly hurtful, and utterly wonderful to read.

also, do yourself a favour and read everything th_esaurus has ever written, because it’s always incredible.

  fandom: good omens

 ad astra by drawlight - @drawlight on tumblr

rating: E

pairing: aziraphale/crowley

summary: Some things can only be said in the dark.

notes: and so we come to the good omens portion of the evening. this has been an astoundingly creative and productive fandom to be a part of, and has been a really fulfilling, satisfying place to put a lot of feelings. there are so many brilliant stories i’ve read since getting into this fandom, it’s hard to pick a few, but i’ll start with this wonderful classic. 

an incredibly-drawn portrait of the first tentative moments of something new. so beautifully full to bursting with images and ideas and feelings, so economic and poised in its language, it really sinks into the depth and detail of what makes these characters who they are, what draws them to each other, and it aches in the most heartfelt of ways.

  the lightness of you by rend_herring 

rating: E

pairing: aziraphale/crowley

summary: God should not have built them with such discrepancy, made them need for love, and long for wholeness, then left them to their own devices.

notes: this is so wonderful. the tone, the pace, the way it moves so trippingly and joyfully from thing to thing, crowley's continual internal monologue which is absolutely charming and very endearing, the lightness of the humour and at the same time the depth and breadth of feeling in this, the very concept of love and what it means to have god's love, and the love of another to fill the void. this made me have such Feelings about crowley.

also likens an orgasm to the cosmic altering of the very universe and managed to make it feel both evocative and true.

  bent to the very earth by ark – @et-in-arkadia on tumblr

rating: E

pairing: aziraphale/crowley

summary: Use me, please, Crowley had said, so Aziraphale takes him at his word.

notes: a fantastic read. i am so absolutely here for the constant shifting dynamics between these two, the things you'd expect from angels and demons, and the circumventing of those expectations in aziraphale and crowley. all of it is absolutely delicious, so well-observed and beautifully-crafted. 

written with all the humour and tenderness that makes them such enjoyable characters to read. also this is probably the key story that made me a fan of service top antony j. crowley now and forever.

lead me to the banquet hall by obstinatrix & wishwellingtons – @placetnemagistra and @scurator on tumblr

rating: E

pairing: aziraphale/crowley

summary: Crowley loves taking Aziraphale out to eat almost as much as Aziraphale loves eating, but it's always a bit of a one-sided affair. Aziraphale has never understood why.

notes: this story destroyed every single one of my corporeal cells and projected my soul directly into the ether. incredible writing. it gives me such visceral delight to read a story that puts so much effort into its reference points - all these joyful, ornamental little sprigs of detail throughout that make this universe thoroughly lived-in and a delight to experience.

the way this story deals with food - it's exceptionally, viscerally erotic, but it symbolises so many things too; love, indulgence, pleasure, deprivation, guilt. all the things that food does represent, in our daily lives. but it's somehow heightened here, used as a turning point, a metaphor, a symbol. truly one of the best things i’ve ever read.

a bookshop is not a business by anactoriatalksback - @itsevidentvery on tumblr

rating: G

pairing: aziraphale/crowley

summary: In which Aziraphale has no intention of selling books to anyone at all, let alone this infuriatingly persistent customer. No matter how nice his cheekbones are.

notes: absolutely delightful reading from start to finish. such a brilliantly witty tone, very pythonesque and also in keeping with the humour from the book, but also gives us all the added layers of gay disaster crowley and aziraphale from the tv series. i love every little detail in this, everything is just so well-crafted and funny, it’s really writing of the highest calibre. the back and forth of the dialogue between aziraphale and crowley is so enjoyable to read, with its quick, snappy, sparkling pace. wonderfully fluffy entertainment.

  classics appreciation with a.j. crowley by yolkinthejump - @yolkinthejump on tumblr

rating: E

pairing: aziraphale/crowley

summary: Aziraphale lays a temptation for Crowley. Literally: lays himself down and waits and asks for something without actually asking, as is his way. Crowley, as is his way, is happy to oblige.

notes: thorough filth of the purest kind. this is intensely gorgeous. the glorious mess of it, the physical love and joy and the depth of their need for each other just sings off the page. an ode to form, to the body, this leans into touch and physicality in such a powerful way, but maintains a poetry and lyricism which is lovely to read. aziraphale, in all his lazy luxury, and crowley, scattered and overcome – both of these characterisations were so on point. This is such a stand-out thing, decadent and intimate and so wonderfully-written.

  the curious attractiveness of others by giddygeek - @giddygeek on tumblr

rating: T

pairing: aziraphale/crowley

summary: “I’m rough,” Crowley argued. “A rough beast, and all that. Well,” he corrected himself, “an agent of the rough beast. Well, an associate. It’s all very complicated, as you bloody well know."

notes: a truly stunning piece of work that revolves around touch and the complicated sublimation of feelings that can’t be expressed. there is such a strong sense of character here, aziraphale's infinite softness in the face of crowley's wild, windmilling panic, and there’s a lushly detailed narrative full of little moments of humour that are a joy to read. 

it’s a simple and beautiful expression of their relationship taking place inside a magical, miraculous world made up of mundane, ordinary things that are elevated by the author’s gorgeous narrative. there are so many stand-out moments in this; brilliant, sharp lines, beautifully executed, establishing both world-building and character-stuff in one, fluid motion. this is choirs-of-angels levels of wonderful.

  it’s the beginning of a new age by fluorescentgrey - @yeats-infection on tumblr

rating: T

pairing: aziraphale/crowley 

summary: In August 1970, Aziraphale and Crowley attend one of the Velvet Underground's final shows at Max's Kansas City.

notes: reading this fic was like listening to a really beautiful song. the entire thing is just suffused with meaning and emotion, and there’s such a powerful evocation throughout of the feeling behind art and music and connection. It gave me shivers. there’s a weighty, beautiful power behind the words here, chosen so carefully to their greatest effect.

this fandom has some incredible, creative ways of evoking symbolism or finding parallels between religion or holiness or ecstasy of a sort with other earthly feelings (sex, desire, servitude, love) but since reading this i've not yet found such a stunning evocation of this feeling of connectedness drawn through music anywhere else. this is beyond a beautiful good omens story. this has made me project directly into emotional existentialism. also i fucking love the velvet underground.

gorgeous details, perfect turns of phrase that are so precise and ringing with humour. heavy with longing and nostalgia, a sense of time lost, change, uncertainty. this story is a goddamn piece of art.

de bono coniguali by ineptshieldmaid - @ineptshieldmaid on tumblr

rating: M

pairing: aziraphale/crowley

summary: ‘Nonsense,’ Aziraphale says, briskly, ‘Monogamy has nothing to do with it. We committed sodomy twice last Sunday.’ Crowley goes to speak, but Aziraphale is nothing if not skilled in rhetoric, and he holds up a hand, ‘which, of course, does not invalidate the sacrament; it’s rather like baptism, it can’t be reversed, but it can be defiled, and I think all authorities would agree that vigorous sodomy on Sundays defiles the sacrament of marriage.’

notes: there is a fascinating concept being explored, here, in the interpretation of religious doctrine, and about how to exist as a queer person while also being a member of a faith community. it digs into ideas of sanctity and absolution beyond the usual handwavey explanations of “goodness” and looks more deeply at what religion means, culturally, for the people who might have difficulty reconciling these different aspects of their identity.

it’s a really brilliantly-written thing. there is such an enjoyable precision to the ideas being shared through aziraphale and crowley’s conversation about religious doctrine and its application. there’s so much rich historical detail here, a neat, precise pacing of dialogue, and is full of smart, witty and interesting asides. this is a story in which the two have a very clear dynamic as established partners and lovers – their conversational back-and-forth is easy at times, and at others has to be carefully extricated, but always in a way that you can feel the years of connection there.

  fandom: the goldfinch

 A Grand Inquisition: Being an Investigation and Evaluation of Certain Things Done and Undone, Said and Unsaid, Over the Course of Many Years (or Perhaps Merely in Dreams) by m_leigh - @morgan-leigh on tumblr

rating: T

pairing: boris/theo

summary: what r u doing for Christmas this yr? Come hang with me again I have nothing going on but big as fuck bottle of vodka with as you people are saying, your name on it.

notes: this is how we wish the book had ended. reading this just absolutely floored me. the complexity of sentiments in this, the span of time and the emotions caught in it, the poetry! the boris-voice is spot on – dark, messy and crooked, while also having this kind of gamely, optimistic attitude, never lingering too long on what can’t be changed. fantastic characterisation. 

the details in the landscape and scenery around within this story were also stunning - all these different places, antwerp, amsterdam, berlin, vegas. just absolutely wonderful. economic and evocative all at once. read it and then read it again.

  the ledge by fluorescentgrey – @yeats-infection on tumblr

rating: M

pairing: boris/theo

summary: In the hotel elevator, he stared at himself in the endless mirror. Thin man (Bob Dylan chords) in black coat, with little white dog. His nose was red from coke. Eyes red from maybe something else.

notes: is it weird to cry because you love someone’s words so much? this story is like a peeling-off of layers of skin to get at all the grimy, glistening rawness of feeling underneath. reading this kind of hurts, because it focuses in on this relentless, wild careen into self-destruction, but it's more than just the subject matter that had me repeatedly covering my face and muttering ohmygod. it's the shape of this whole story, the form of it brought together exquisite writing which is unconscionably good.

every sentence flows into the next one with such precision and depth of meaning, making each next thing more compelling and subtly significant because of what came before. it's impossible to pick anything out, it feels like pulling a thread and the whole thing unravels, because everything is so closely-connected, so elaborately woven. there is an effortlessness to the detail in this, in the way we dip and weave through these seething, living landscapes, elevated by observations full of poetry and feeling.

this goes without saying probably, but please read everything fluorescentgrey writes.

  fandom: inception

 pants on fire by helenish

rating: E

pairing: arthur/eames

summary: "Ah," Yusuf says, lifting a reproving hand, "are we calling less than 24 hours of memory loss amnesia now?"

notes: finding new stories to read in throwback fandoms is such a joy. this one is absolutely outstanding. arthur and eames both find themselves experiencing bouts of amnesia, and the concept is used as a tool to explore how their relationship appears to each other without baggage or bias in such a brilliantly-executed way. 

the character exploration here is incredible, breaking open the layers of complexity of arthur and eames’ feelings and desires with such deftness. the dialogue is also marvellous, so engaging, witty and heartbreaking in turn. just an incredibly-executed, extremely compelling story. 

  breaking and entering by resonant

rating: E

pairing: arthur/eames

summary: Eames is very good at pretending.

notes: if you’re going to rewatch the film, do yourself a favour and read this afterwards. there is such fantastic detail here, and such a strength of character development, the pacing feels wonderfully measured, the story so full of life.

this is the kind of story where the author has such an enviable talent for richly-detailed, well-researched background information. the jobs they’re running, the locations they end up in, and the smaller details too – the items in a room, the clothes they wear. the world that’s built around them is tangible, and the emotion it’s infused with is too.

part of this focuses on the idea that eames being the forger/pretender archetype means he has this kind of detached observation of the disparate elements of what he’s feeling, his default mode always set to pretending and going through the motions of something without understanding the truth of it, and although it was perfectly in-character for him, it also felt like an extremely universal and human way of fumbling into relationships, which made it very moving, and a wonderful thing to read.

  fandom: harry potter

 grounds for divorce by tepre – @tepre on tumblr

rating: E

pairing: harry/draco

summary: Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter. A story about histories, a story about families. A story about a lemon tree somewhere in Upper Egypt.

notes: jesus christ this story. the detail and care with which the world is coloured-in here is just incredible. the added lore, the historical detail, the characterisation of people in the background, the thought behind the practical aspects of things like the curses and spells, the modes of travel, the administrative set-up of ministry departments, the daily grind of work, the science of potion-making, everything is so thought-through, whether it's a deeply important and relevant part to the story, or a passing detail in the background it all serves to make this thing such a rich, unique, fully lived-in world that expands out to the edges and even further, like there's even more beyond just the bounds of what this story shows us. 

this story takes us on a journey. i forget how good a good bit of angst can be, but this story reminds me of how enjoyable it can be to give yourself up to an author's hands, and let them take you somewhere dark and painful, let them unpick the misery, the hurt, the fear, the trauma, and lead you out into the light, into healing and resolution.

this story felt so starkly real, a deeper and more honest look at harry and the life he’s experienced than any bullshit nineteen years later epilogue ever did.

  the weather inside by earlybloomingparentheses - @ebp-brain on tumblr

rating: E

pairing: remus/sirius

summary: Sirius rides a flying motorbike, and snogs strangers in pubs, and strikes moody poses Remus finds irritatingly attractive. But for Remus, who drinks milky tea and wears flannel pyjamas, there's a chasm cracked right down the fault line between wanting and doing. How he wants, though. How he wants.

notes: a vividly intelligent, compelling looks at remus' desires and fantasies, at the way he navigates his own understanding of what being a werewolf means, and how it shapes him. the queer themes here are starkly present, the weight and baggage of desire, the complexity of sexuality. 

sharply melancholic at times, this is also a really lovely, deeply emotional look at the stumbling, difficult way remus and sirius eventually find a path to each other. it’s ultimately optimistic in its portrayal of love and desire, and the feeling that you can be understood, can be known, can be found. just beautiful, a real hard-hitter.

  fandom: IT

 how much more than enough for both of us by pineapplecrushface - @pineapplecrushface on tumblr

rating: E

pairing: richie/eddie

summary: Richie has tried very, very hard to get laid over the last twenty years, but something has always gotten in the way.

notes: your guess is honestly as good as mine as to how i ended up in this fandom, but here we are, and there are some truly wonderful stories to enjoy. this one is beautifully-written – the longing, the aching, the sadness, i could feel it in my bones. deals with the concept of forgetting, and supernatural horror aside, there's something really simple and human about this mortifying ordeal of going for person after person and fucking it up each time and sabotaging yourself in the search for love. well-written, lovely, simple, tender.

also you should really read everything by @pineapplecrushface - both their work in IT fandom and good omens is stunning.

  things that happen after eddie lives by ifithollers 

rating: E

pairing: richie/eddie

summary: in a world where Richie manages to save Eddie from It after the deadlights, they still have problems on their to-do list. Featuring everything from Derry to Los Angeles—Richie Tozier's murder trial, Eddie Kaspbrak's divorce proceedings, bedsharing of the platonic and non-platonic varieties, an investigation of magic, a truly disgusting séance, the quintessential morosexual road trip, and OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES.

notes: this is top-tier, next-level, Good Shit. a real satisfying slow burn full of incredible, nuanced character stuff, high-stakes drama, trial & error, with a real, tangible move towards understanding, and maybe healing. plotty, narratively compelling, manages to balance real-world, atmospherically humdrum details with some viscerally brilliant and strange supernatural elements.

also a masterclass in exploring self-loathing, trauma, and sexuality in a way that is necessarily uncomfortable, and fascinating and cathartic. the razor-fine line of being paralysed into inaction by wrecking-ball levels of want was powerfully compelling to read both as a look at a particular kind of queer-baggaged desire, and also as an exploration of who these characters are.

full of smart, brilliant banter and dialogue, i am always overwhelmingly grateful to authors who have the talent and fortitude to tackle a novel of a fic, to give us this much wonderful, quality entertainment absolutely for free. what a gift.

  the kids table by stitchy – @stitchyarts on tumblr

rating: T

pairing: richie/eddie

summary: For the most part Richie and his sister have a doctrine of mutually assured destruction. They could��obliterate each other with their parents given the slightest provocation. To keep things at an even keel, they steer clear of each other as much as possible every other day of the year, but on Thanksgiving? Kids Table is like their NATO.

notes: an observation of how things change within families as time goes on - people die, people get married, people get divorced, the family dynamic changes, and there's always a really painful process of trying not to get left behind, trying to change with it, but also trying to hold on.

i’m recommending this one, but honestly, do yourselves a favour and read everything stitchy has written for this fandom. this one particularly stood out to me because i’m an absolute sucker for sibling fic, especially when it’s written like this; emotional, witty, astutely-observed, resonant.

the core of the sibling relationship between richie and his sister here is a joy to read. this is a lovely, humorous and emotional story told in a series of thanksgivings, filled with keenly-observed, vivid, details, and written in a really sharp, concise style that cuts clearly to the truth of a feeling. absolutely wonderful.

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okay! that took forever. i hope someone finds something in there to enjoy they maybe haven’t read yet. and if you’ve got your own fic rec posts, please link me!

quick links to more recs:

good omens

harry potter

it

the goldfinch

hannibal

all other fandoms

[hardyimagines]

Brutus

Drabble!!

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The bell above the creaky door jingled noisily, alerting the gangsters in the room of the sudden entrance. The door was ajar, hanging in that position for whoever had entered, despite the sign evidently reading the word ‘closed’, was hovering in place.

Every man in the room straightened, attempting to look just a little more sharp beneath your sudden appearance. You were stood with ankle high socks on and a pair of boots to match. The socks peered over the rim of the shoe, adding a little color to your outfit. Up and along your calves, their eyes slid, before briefly ogling the skirt you wore — shorter than most women wore them but the world was inevitably changing and you didn’t dress based on what was approved by society, you dressed based on what you liked. Reggie narrowed his eyes toward your blouse, ogling the fine material. It was tucked away in the waistband of your skirt, three buttons at the top, and the neckline dipped south in the slightest. When the men reached your face, they were stuck staring rudely. Your hair was curled in little ringlets, messy from the merciless wind which whipped about angrily outside. The smile on your lips was kind and the look in your eye expectant. Everyone decided at the same time that you were not where you were suppose to be.

Reggie looked to Albie, sharing a momentary look with him before he leaned against the counter and lifted his cigarette to his lips. Albie nodded shortly before crossing the room to tend to you.

“Hello, dove. I think you’re in the wrong place.” His voice was kind — much kinder than any of the other men’s so that why was Reggie had volunteered him to escort you out.

“I was sent here..” You informed him softly. Your fingers curled just a little tighter around the door handle, stroking it lazily before you stepped further into the room so that the door could swing shut, blocking the cold air from entering anymore.

Albie’s brows twitched, lips pursing and brain racking itself to try and think of who in their right mind would send you this way. “I think you may have misunderstood them.” He lifted his hand to his face and brushed his fingers along his cheek slowly. “What are you looking for?”

Your eyes roamed the length of the room briefly, shying away only slightly beneath all of the gazes that remained locked on you.

“It’s not what.. but who..” You looked back toward Albie. “I was told this certain person worked here.” You whispered. “or stayed here or something.” Albie watched the way you fidgeted. It must’ve taken a lot of courage to come and find whoever it was you were seeking. “I’m looking for Ron Kray.”

Reggie. Reggie was the one that every man in the room had assumed you were looking for — but why then hadn’t you said anything to him. He was stood, visibly, off to your right, tucked away behind the counter, smoking a cigarette. His eyes were low, latched on the receipts that bordered the counter but when you said his brother’s name, he looked toward you in confusion. As did every other man.

No woman had ever come to find, visit, or speak to Ron, so Reggie was immediately on guard. He placed his hand on the counter, ready to do some inquiries, but his brother beat him to it.

Ron was sat in the booth in the corner, eyes low as he rummaged through the box on the table. He rested in a cloud of smoke, oblivious to your intrusion and truthfully careless. Your voice was pleasing to his ears, but still he made no movement to look toward you — not until you’d said his name. He peered over the rim of his glasses, lines marking the length of his forehead as he scanned your unfamiliar face. He narrowed his eyes alongside his brother before standing to reveal himself. Your eyes instantly moved to him, lips vanishing as you pulled them in and bit them. You smiled shyly toward the bloke in the corner, hidden by the mass of men.

“Bunch of fucking nonsense.” He uttered toward the mess on the table which was beginning to agitate him. He closed the lid of the box in front of him before waving his hand toward the boys perched at his side, ushering for them to get out of his way so that he could climb out from behind the table and move toward you. “Yeah?” He lifted his fingers to the rim of his glasses, adjusting the frame as it sat on the bridge of his nose. “What is it?” He didn’t stop in his approach until he was stood by the bar, in front of his brother. He clearly didn’t recognize you, you decided, so your initial plan to come in here and thank him for helping you out felt silly to do now. Nevertheless, you’d worked up a lot of courage to come here and do what you planned to do, so you swallowed down the nerves that built in your tummy and wiggled up your throat.

Reggie was just as alert as Ron. He watched your every movement. Just because you looked sweet and innocent, didn’t mean you were. You could pull a gun or even a knife and target his brother before either of them knew what was happening — so as you moved toward his brother, he made sure to watch every little twitch of your fingers. Nobody in the room could’ve guessed what was happening. Not a single man in the room, leaning against tabletops and walls, smoking, drinking, and studying you. Not Reggie. Not Albie. Not even Ron. The heels of your boots clicked softly against the floor, silencing when you came to a stop directly in front of him.

His eyes dropped south, settling on your own as he towered above you significantly. His brown hair was slicked back in a similar fashion to his brother’s. His lips were parted, heavy breaths escaping the small space as he watched you. He feared the same as his brother. You’d been sent by the Richardson’s. You were the perfect distraction. Ron was fixated on you. Unable to look away. You were beginning to look oddly familiar to him but he couldn’t pinpoint where he knew you from.

You lifted yourself up on to your tiptoes and before any man in the room could register what was happening, you cupped Ron’s cheeks in your small palms and drew him toward you for a very soft kiss. Reggie’s eyes widened, doubling in size as he watched the scene play out. He distanced just a little, straightening behind the counter as he watched your fingers trace his brother’s cheeks as they made their way toward the back of his hair.

Albie had never seen Ron kiss a girl. Nor had Reggie. So this scene was completely new to them. Teddy was stiff in his seat, rubbing his teeth together as he plotted multiple ways to hurt you. But he remained still, hands locking together on top of the table as he fiddled lazily with them.

Ron was unmoving beneath your lips, confused. His hands had subconsciously lifted, ready to move to your hips and draw you in just a little closer, but instead, they hovered in place, twitching because he really had no idea what was going on. He wasn’t exactly kissing you back, but he couldn’t help the way his mouth responded now and then to your own very gentle one.

Your small fingers curled in the back of his hair, holding him in place. You didn’t care who watched, what they thought, or how confused everyone was. Ron had done you the biggest favor in the entire world a few days ago and it didn’t matter to you if he didn’t remember it. The want to show him how grateful you were, because he’d rescued your dumb dog, was strong. You let out a very soft hum before beginning to pull back, but it was when your hands fell to his shoulders that he finally began to kiss you. You were stunned by the action, a bit taken aback, but you let it play out, neither of you focused on the surrounding men who watched.

Reggie looked to Albie before tonguing his cheek and folding his arms. “Alright, mate.” He leaned forward and pat his brother’s shoulder. “Alright, alright,” Ron growled out lightly. The bloke broke away from your lips reluctantly before staring down at you with the same confused expression he’d been wearing prior to the kiss.

“You don’t remember me.” You said softly, shyly. Your hands wrapped around one another, clasping securely together as you shifted in front of him. “But you.. helped me significantly the other day and I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” You tried to keep your voice quiet so that the conversation was private. “I wanted to thank you properly and I suppose.. this was the best way i could think of.” The little giggle that accompanied your explanation made Ron straighten. He didn’t like how ticklish he felt. His heart was thumping just a little quicker from how admirable your actions were and how cute you were being. He looked away.

It was rush hour. The streets were packed full of honking cars and speeding drivers. Ron was headed down the crowded sidewalk with his hands shoved deeply into the pockets of his trousers. His eyes were glued to the pavement, glasses sliding centimeter by centimeter down the bridge of his nose the longer that he walked. He’d wait until it had hit halfway before he’d knock them back up and into their rightful place. Ron came to a stop at the busy intersection where he needed to cross. His deep, seemingly dark and mean gaze lifted to the street across from him at the sound of shouting.

“Grab him!” You bellowed pleadingly to anyone who would listen. “Brutus!” You cried out when the pup continued to run far ahead of you. His leash was dragging against the ground, ears flopping and tongue hanging out of his mouth as he happily raced along the street freely. Your eyes were growing watery as the worry flooded your stomach. This stupid dog meant everything to you and you wouldn’t be able to bare it if anything ever happened to him. All the passerby’s took steps back, avoiding the big mutt, despite your pleas for someone to help you out. He was a pit bull. Nobody was going to touch him.

Ron stepped forward, narrowing his eyes toward the scene. He could see your distressed face as you ran as fast as you could. His eyes drifted to the dog and then the cars that raced by unknowingly. He stepped forward, brows drawing together in concern before he looked to the left and then the right. He was much smarter than a dog was, so with an intense amount of focus, he crossed the road, weaving through the speeding vehicles. People blew their horns and shouted out the window at him, wondering why he was being so foolish, but they didn’t see the animal that was inevitably going to be hit. Ron made it to the sidewalk with just a sliver of a second. He grasped the leash with just enough time and hauled the pup back.

“Easy boy. Sit.” He ground out before squatting down. Forcing the pup to sit on the sidewalk, he wrapped the leash around his hand before looking toward you. The appreciation that radiated off of you made him puff his chest out.

“Oh my god... Brutus,” You panted out before coming to an abrupt halt in front of the man. Your chest heaved and your heavy breaths made Ron have to strain his ears to hear you clearly. “I.. I’m.. thank you so much.” You whimpered out before taking the rope from him when he handed it over to you. Ron nodded once toward you with a flicker of a smile before he looked down at the dog.

“Big dog, yeah, be careful. It’s you who he’ll be dragging out into the street.” His hand moved to your shoulder briefly before he brushed past you. “Have a good day.” His voice was deep, husky, and low. You clutched on to your pup desperately before slowly taking a small step back and away from the street. Watching your savior go, you led your dog back down the length of the sidewalk and toward your home.

You’d spend the remainder of the day asking surrounding people if they recognized the man. It took no time at all before someone told you that that was none other than Ron Kray. A very dangerous man, they’d warned. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.. he’d been awfully kind in helping you out.

“The lass with the dog.” He murmured out before squinting. “I remember you, yeah, and your hard-headed mutt.” He looked toward Reggie. “Reg, this is the owner of the dog I was tellin’ you about the other day. Right, fucking thing nearly killed himself breaking free from her and running toward the road.” Ron rubbed his lips together savoring the warmth and taste of your lips on his own. He cleared his throat quietly, ogling his brother.

A wave of realization washed over Reggie and it was then that he looked toward you. He let out a soft hum before nodding his head and looking back toward his brother. What a hero. Perfect timing was what Reggie had to say about that. He shook his head at the now amusing situation before shrinking back to give the pair of you just a little bit of space.

“Well, thanks to you.. he’s doing just fine. You.. basically risked your life to save his, crossing the street when it was busy like that.” You lifted your hand to your hair before brushing the strands away from your eyes and shrinking back momentarily. “I was wondering if.. um.. youre not too busy, maybe you’d want to go for dinner sometime?”

This was how people met wasn’t it? The lonely gentleman on the corner of the street assisting the struggling girl with the dog twice her size. That was a setup for some sort of relationship. You sent him a small smile, one that told him you completely understood if he didn’t want to go. Every man in the room was sure the twin would turn you down. He had a preference for boys — and you, most certainly, were not a boy.

“I..” It was silent before he lifted his hand to his jaw and scratched the length of it. “yeah, alright.” He didn’t really want to say no, which he found instantly odd. He’d never met a girl he was interested in, but one that was brave enough to saunter into a room full of men and kiss him as a way of saying thank you, he didn’t exactly want to pass this up. You were awfully attractive, you had a very sweet voice, a kind smile, and he figured there was no loss in going on a date.

The light that lit up in your eyes made him forcefully bite back his smile. You looked so happy. He was baffled by how something so small as a date could make your day as it seemingly did, but he didn’t question it. Nor was he complaining. You bit your lips before shrinking back and away from him, further and further until your back had hit the door.

“Tonight?” Your head tipped to the side. “Your club?” Your eyes drifted to Reggie, soft smile passing over your lips. “Your club.” The twins shared a look and then an almost invisible smile before Ron nodded in the slightest. “Right, then, I’ll see you tonight.” He chewed his cheek before turning on his heel and retreating back over to the counter. The bell sounded, signaling your retreat.

“Mate. Ask her where she’s coming from. You don’t want her walking all the way to the club on her own.” Reggie frowned before pointing toward the door.

Ron looked toward his brother before cocking a slow brow. He let out a low grumble of stupidity because he was actually quite, unknowingly, careless when it came to certain things. He turned on his heel before rushing toward the exit. The door opened swiftly and he stepped out with a hurried call for you to stop.

“Oi.” You hadn’t made it far. “Let me.. pick you up tonight, yeah, it’ll be too late for you to be out so late, you know, on your own.” You, having turned around when his deep voice filled the air, studied him, small hands resting on your hips.

A little nod of understanding was passed his way before you pointed to the tall buildings across the street. “I stay here.” A little grin stained your lips. It wasn’t far at all from the club, but he’d be there nevertheless. “And my name’s Y/n.” You told him quietly, eyes gliding between his own as he studied you.

“Right then. Y/n.” He tested it. “I’ll see you at 8?” His tongue traced his lips before he reached for the door behind him. Lugging it open, he hovered in the door, watching intently as you waved goodbye before climbing the steep stairs up to the apartments. He waited until you’d gone inside before he moved back into the tall building and looked toward Reggie. The men shared a lingering look before Ron made his way back toward the booth in the corner, smile staining the corners of his lips.

He had a date.

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[kinsbin]

My Life With You

Title: My Life With You Word Count: 4500 Pairing: Star/Kray [si/canon]

Summary: Kray and Star have been dating for a very long time. Kray decides its finally time to take the next step in their relationship, and plans the perfect day to do it.

A/N: Commission for @starscloset! i super duper loved writing this for her and I hope ya’ll enjoy this cute couple *w*

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Star bit her lip as she watched the clock that hung on the edge of her desk, eyes staring into the numbers that ticked by all too slow to be considered a second or a minute in her mind. Her foot tapped on the tile floor beneath her as she tried to focus on her work in front of her but failed when her hand found itself pulling away to trace doodles on the corner of a nearby notepad. Some of them were little stars. There were hearts surrounded by fireworks and butterflies making their ways across the page in a mass migration of curiosity. A sketch of her face aside one of Kray’s littered the top most edges here and there, some scribbled out when she had decided that they were not up to par with what he truly looked like.

Normally she would be hard at work. Normally there would be more appointments that she had to handle and organize. Spreadsheets of company and personal information would be spread about before her like pieces of a battleship game, needing to be adjusted and called out so that each one could be done and sunk in within a few precious moments. Calls would have to be made and orders given to those lower down under the request of business so that the company and all of Kray Foresight’s shareholdings in that company could go smoothly and without fault. It was her job to be the oil in the machine that filled them.

Today, however, was really hard to work.

The first thing Kray had done that morning was announce that the both of them would be getting off early. The order to cancel all of their plans and appointments after 2pm was a startling one to Star, but she obeyed with little resistance as the question left her lips. Brows knit together, she tilted her head at the man before her.

“Can I ask why you need to remove all of these appointments. Some of them are really important, Kray! You have a meeting with the global marketing executives of three neighboring cities at 4:30 and-”

His hand touched her lips, silencing her as she watched him with wide eyes. That same hand moved from her lips to her cheek, cupping it gently as he gazed down at her with that strong, soft looking smile that he always seemed to wear around her. It was a secret look given only to her and every time he gazed it made her heart beat ten times as fast as it normally did. Her cheeks were red as he leaned forward, kissing her forehead carefully before murmuring into her ears:

“Trust me, it’s important.”

She bit her lip one last time before it gave away to an excited smile, nodding her head as he removed his hand from her. With one last final sigh of indignation, Star hit the red ‘cancel’ button on the appointments and prepared for the onslaught of calls that would echo in her phone as to why the client’s meeting with Kray Foresight was so suddenly removed from their busy schedule.

It lead to her contemplation at the desk, picking at the smooth surface as she waited for the clock to strike the appropriate time for her to get off. Star’s mind had not stopped racing with the possibilities of the events that might occur. What was Kray going to do with her after the 2:00 mark? Was it something she should be worried about? No, of course not. They had long since passed the threshold of being worried with one another. Kray had proven time and time again that he was nothing but loyal and caring to her needs, each surprise always startling and exciting her more than the last one he had planned.

She recalled fondly the time that he had taken her to a zoo on her day off, the images of animals and exhibits displaying such rare commodities that barely existed in the world after the Great Blaze was something that set her heart beating at a rapid pace. How strange the world used to be. It was a far away, distant memory of something that was no longer obtainable to humans or burnish. The state of the earth was hot now. Estranged and different in its creation as magma heated up and, with it, burnish revolution.

Star bit back a laugh at the thought. Global warming used to be something people could joke about but now? It was all too real.

The increasingly melancholy emotion that began to settle into her stomach at the thought dissipated as soon as the gentle ring of her intercom echoed through the otherwise empty halls. Picking it up, she hit its speaker button with wide, curious eyes. Leaning in closer, Star spoke with a practiced professionalism to her tone that lent itself to her more out of habit than actual want for its presence.

“Yes, Mr. Foresight!”

“It’s 2:00, Star. Meet me in the lobby, alright?”

“Oh, right! I’ll be down soon, Kray.”

She smiled to herself at the quick change of his name, the shift of his professional title to his casual name always gave her a sense of whiplash. The ease with which it shifted was like something out of a romance movie. The dashing and debonair CEO of a corporation falling for his simple and soft secretary, only for their relationship to blossom into something more than either could have ever expected. The idea made her laugh, the blush evident on her rosy cheek as she gathered up her stuff from her desk,bid farewell to the security guards that monitored just outside of the reception area, and made her way towards the lobby of the Foresight tower.

The lobby was less than bustling. Every worker was still in their quarters, busily going about their duties until the five o’clock bell rang to signal the day was over. There was something surreal about being out so early, Star noted. It was like when you were pulled out of school early as a child, the pride of walking down empty halls unnoticed by everyone but you and the classmates you had left in your wake. It would almost be worth the doctor’s appointment or dentist trip that you would have to go through to manage.

Instead, though, this was a date. At least she assumed it was a date. There was usually few reasons he would cancel so many appointments outside of spending time with her, the knowledge both flattering and worrying Star all at once. Could he afford this? If one of the meetings got too offended with his cancellation they might do something to harm his reputation! The last thing she wanted was to be responsible for something bad happening to either him or his company. Her teeth worried at her bottom lip as the thoughts put her body on autopilot, shifting her movements so that she exited the lobby with ease and stood outside the impressive building with her fingertips pushing against one another in front of her.

A hand on her back startled her into a stick straight position. Kray’s chuckle echoed comfortingly at her side.

“You were thinking.” He noted as she finally looked up at him.

Kray was as handsome as he ever was, the sunlight shining off his golden hair to make it look like he was wearing a halo. The light reflected so beautifully, like an angel who had come from the heavens to greet her, the smile on his lips all the affirmation she needed that she was loved.

Loved… The feeling was a warm and intense heat all throughout her body. It was a hot sensation that only grew the closer she was to Kray. As if there was a string of fate connecting them. A line of important warming up between them as they got to know one another. Star smiled and leaned up despite herself, her lips puckering for a kiss she couldn’t reach due to their height different. Kray watched her for a second, amused at the attempt, before leaning down to allow the kiss to be placed on his cheek. In turn, he moved his mouth so that it covered hers, holding the true kiss for a long and complete moment between them.

“I don’t remember what I was thinking about now.” Star admitted, dazed through the power of the lip-to-lip contact her man had offered her. Kray chuckled and held onto her as he lead her forward.

“That’s fine, we’ll have a lot to think about on our day out. Shall we get started?”

Star skipped forward with an eagerness in her step, head tilting curiously as he made his way with her to the limousine that they traveled often in.

“Just where are you taking me?” Her tone was teasing as she smiled up at him, eyebrows raised in genuine curiosity that made her face look so inquisitive and soft that Kray’s heart nearly burst from his chest. He stared down for one long, quiet moment before clearing his throat and giving her a reassuring smile one last time.

“You’ll see when we get there, it’s a surprise.”

Star fidgeted the entire car trip, her legs crossed and her hands in her lap as she watched her fingers shift from one point to another. Though she was nervous, there was a strong tinge of excitement underneath the layer of anxiety. Underneath that estranged worry she had her soul was layered with a sense of eagerness. Delight to know that, wherever she was going, she would be bringing Kray with her. No, more like he was bringing her with him. They were going together, wherever they were going, of their own volitions. It was that thoughtful memory that made Star excited. That one piece of trivia that made her heart thrum with a renewed excitement for Kray Foresight. It was like she was falling in love with him over and over again.

She couldn’t get enough of it.

Kray’s hand rested on her leg, calming the jostling it had started to take up doing, making Star bit her lip in surprise and look up at the man at her side. HIs smile was kind to her as he held her, thumb brushing over her knee gently. A blush heated up her face as she smiled, her smaller hand reaching out to rest atop his larger one. The two shifted so that their fingers were soon entwined with one another, his grip firm and strong and hers light and gentle. She loved how strong his hands were. How easily they knew how to hold her in just the right way to make her feel safe and secure. To not worry about anything in his presence.

As the car slowed to a halt, the tinted windows blocked her view to the outside world. A soft pout formed on Star’s lips as she tried (and failed) to look out one of them in hopes of being able to see just where they were. When she turned to face Kray to ask what was going on, he only offered her a small bag in return.

“Here,” He smiled, “You may want to change into this.”

Her curious look morphed into surprise as she grabbed at the bag to peer into it, noting the beautiful purple and gold one piece swimsuit within it, completely with a matching skirt cover up and hat. Pulling out the items, it took her mind a moment to connect the dots of their location and the gifts but, when the realization crossed her mind, she gasped.

“Kray are we-.”

“See for yourself.”

He gestured to the door, leaning around her to open it.

Star peered out in shock. The beachside was abandoned besides them, the sand radiated a sweet and comforting warmth from its edges as the water lapped away at it from the safe distance. The ocean glimmered beautifully across the entire horizon, like a blue gem in the nothingness as the sky glittered blues and purples above them. The only other open item on the beach was a single, smooth beachside shack. She imagined it housed changing rooms and showers. LIkely even a small bar to eat from, and her heartbeat elevated in excitement.

“I thought there were no more beaches left anymore?!” She gasped as she hopped out of the limousine. Kray took his time rounding his own corner, running a hand through his hair with a smile down at his awed girlfriend.

“It’s a project we’ve been working on,” Kray admitted with a cheeky hum to his voice, “Terraforming devices were used to build up the landscape and fit this together. Though, I admit its more of a lake than a true ocean. A majority of the water across the bay are reflective holographic panels and the sand ends shortly in a mile in either direction, but to most who would want the feel of a beach day, I’d say it’s sufficient don’t you?”

“It’s more than that!” Star giggled as she ran forward, having taken her heels off she now let her feet be engulfed by the warm sand with an excited smile, “It feels like it’s a real thing! This is amazing, Kray!”

Kray couldn’t hide the smile that broke across his mouth, edge upturned edge lacing with pride as he watched his beloved girlfriend all but scramble out of the parking lot and towards the beach, her new swimsuit in hand as she made it towards the shack to change into it. He followed her lightly in return, the driver of the car dropping his own bag of swimwear into his hands as he went to do so.

It was only a few minutes before both were in their swimsuits. Star rushed towards the water, stopping just along its edge as she watched the waves lap at the edges of the sand. As the tide inched towards her, she squealed when the cold water engulfed her feet, smiling at the feeling of its bite against her ankles as it surrounded the lower half. She stepped around against the softening sand beneath her and felt some of the material give way underneath her movements. A startled trip against an uneven part of the ground made her fall backwards, a shocked yelp leaving her mouth as she all but careened downwards for a brief and terrifying moment.

Strong hands caught her body, a covered chest providing cushioning against the otherwise nasty (and wet) fall she might have taken had Kray not been there. Looking upwards with surprise, Star noted the way Kray’s smile had turned almost smug as he tilted his head towards her.

“I know you fell for me, but you should be more careful.”

“It wasn’t like that, dummy!” She laughed as her blush roared across her cheeks, her hand gently smacking his pectoral in return and causing him to laugh lightly as well.

As she regained her balance, Star kicked up some of the salty water as it returned against their legs with renewed vigor, splashing it against Kray’s legs as he stepped back in surprise. A daring look sparkled against his cheeks and Star new that she had started something she was not sure if she could finish. Still, the grin of excitement upon her lips was genuine as she skittered away across the shoreline, laughing as she was chased by the man behind her, who followed with an almost relaxed ease. His height would have made it easy for him to overtake her, but then the chase would have no true meaning. It was only when they managed to run a decent distance that he picked up his pace, his arms finding Star’s wiast and lifting her up.

Star’s scream echoed into giggles as she was spun around in his grip, her fingertips clinging to his shoulders for dear life as she was brought downwards into a sweet, deep, and salty sort of kiss. The spray of the ocean hit her cheeks as she smiled against his mouth, her hands finding his cheeks and holding him where he was.

It was a long and languid kiss, her body pressing against his torso as he held her up. Her legs popped backwards, the semblance of a foot pop as best she could do above her own center of gravity, and the curve of a smile against her lips was soft as she pulled away from him with a gaze that resonated nothing but the softest of loves.

She always looked at him like that. Like he was the only thing in her world. An intense and caring sort of stare that focused solely on him. Solely on admiring the contents of his soul and his heart and his mind and his body. All of it was an almost overwhelming look, the gaze making Kray’s cheeks heat up as she continued to gaze lovingly at him.

Kray had often forgotten what it was like to be so adored by a singular person. Certainly the masses found him beautiful and creative. The world looked up to him as a pioneer of technology. There was a strange disconnect in the love of an entire group, however. A group mentality of  care and cooperation needed for survival. Of course they would look up to him, a man who pushed through all of the survival and created something for himself. It was easier to follow than it was to lead. To look up at him as they did without focusing on what was truly beneath him.

Star, though? She looked at him as Kray. As someone she trusted and adored and… He couldn’t quite figure out why, of all things, this was so different.

Maybe it was because he loved her too.

He kissed her again, sweet and languid as his mind raced with the thoughts of care he didn’t think he could have so much of for one person.

“How about we have dinner in my penthouse? The sunset will be beautiful from the top of the tower.”

Star giggled and pecked at his nose with a nod.

“I’d love nothing more.”

Their trip from the private beach back to the Foresight tower felt shorter than the drive from it. The movements of the car lulled Star into a sense of relaxation. As her dry work clothes rubbed against her chilled, water-kissed skin and created a sweet sense of friction, warming her up as she let her head rest on Kray’s arm. Shutting her eyes, she wasn’t quite sure when she had fallen asleep during the drive before he was gently nudging her to get her awake. Her eyes fluttered open, a yawn stretching her lips as she rubbed the nap away from her bleary vision. Looking up at Kray, he gazed down with a sense of care and admiration that made her feel, suddenly, all too exposed under his eyes.

His gaze always did that. Gave her the sense that she was the most important thing in the world. Gave her the feeling that she was… care for. That she was the only thing under that gaze and nothing in the world, burnish or otherwise, could possibly change that. It was a feeling that made her heart clench up in all the right ways as she gazed up at him, smiling just as he was at her. He was a sun and she could stare at, blinded by the care that seemed to radiate from his entire body all at once and the warmth that it created was something even more sweet than that of a fire or blanket or anything in between.

They exited the vehicle and moved on to the tower, the elevator taking them all the way upwards towards the top of the tower. The sky was beginning to fall with shades of pinks and purples as the setting of the sun beyond the horizon of Promepolis dragged its shadow further against buildings and cars alike. By the time they reached the top of the tower the entirety of it was bathed in that beautiful sunset, the air smelling of something as sweet as the colors were. They swirled in shades of cotton candy and wildflowers. Clouds dotted the sky above the entire sky like pointillism, painting a sense of comfort and beauty in a way that took Star’s breath away the longer she watched it above her.

The wide open area of the rooftop was windy, but not obnoxiously so. The table in the center of the entire area was draped with a white cloth, intricately laced with gold fleur de lis and edges of flowers. The food that rested atop the cloth, however, was the center of attention. Deliciously laid out steaks amongst vegetables roasted in garlic with tall glasses of white wine aligning themselves neatly against the side of pure silver tableware and folded ivory napkins with lacing that matched the edges of the cloth beneath the beautiful white plates. Star wasn’t sure if she was supposed to drool over the food or admire the view of the city beneath them.

Kray’s hand suddenly landed on her shoulder as she inched closer to the edge of the building, staring downwards at the world below them as the people and the cars moved through the grid of the city like small working ants. It was so strange, being so high up like this. So detached from the world around them. As though they were above it all. As though something about the entirety of the world was smaller than them… It was a strange feeling for her. Kray’s hand tightened, as though in fear that she might slip off and fall. If she did… Would she fly?

Probably not.

“Everything is so different from up here,” Star whispered softly to the man at her side, “Like we’re in a world above the one we’re watching…”

“We are,” Kray murmured in return, “In a way. We’re in a world that is for us right now. A world filled with opportunities and changes. Places that we can study and learn the secrets of the world. From up here… It’s as if we have the power of the entirety of the city from here, don’t you think?”

Star laughed, the sound soft in the back of her throat as she thought of just what he was saying. Just what it all meant, being as high up above people like this. It was… strange. Foreign. She wasn’t sure if the word ‘wrong’ was the correct one but something it was almost unusual.

She turned to face Kray all the way, her eyes wide and sparkling with curiosity. Her gaze held his with curiosity as it became… serious. She bit her lip and tilted her head up to him with a wondering expression.

“Is… There a reason that you brought me up here, Kray?”

Another echo of silence. The wind howled around them, sending goosebumps up her side as she watched his face morph from a smile to something serious and then to something… different. Something she hadn’t seen on him before as he cleared his throat and looked away fro a moment, collecting himself. What did he need to collect himself for? Star’s mind raced dramatically through the movements he made as he changed his positions. As he reached downwards for something. Something… What was it?

“Star… For all the time we’ve been dating you’ve made me happy,” Kray admitted with a soft breathiness to his voice, “I never thought it was possible for someone to make me feel the way you have in all of this time we’ve been together. More than a secretary… or friend… or lover. You deserve more. More than the world below us has to offer. So… I will offer it to you. As best as I can, I want you to have everything you deserve and more.”

He got on one knee, his impressive height causing him to simply meet her eye to eye as he stared forward at her. Star tensed up, her breath hitching in her lungs as a hand reached up to cover her lips as they flew open in shock.

“Star…” Kray’s voice was gentle as he smiled at her, his lips gentle as he took her free hand in his own, pulling his other outwards from his pocket to reveal a small, velvet box.

The box opened. Within it a diamond ring sparkled in the low light of the setting sun, the band of gold glinting just right with the reflection of the gems. The middle gem was heart shaped, curling with surrounding gems that layered outwards in smaller rows. They shone like rainbows against the cotton candy skyline, shifting their hues with the movement of the box in Kray’s hand. He looked down for a long moment at the gem and then back up at Star, his patience easygoing as he watched her face morph between awe and shock as tears formed up in the corners of her eyes.

“Will you marry me?”

The question sent the dam bursting, her tears falling down her cheeks as she laughed through her sobs, taking a step back as though the shine of the ring might burn her skin if she got too close. Star felt the ruffle of wind on her hair again, the goosebumps rising from delight rather than cold now, and she couldn’t see through the tears that now fell. Kray felt a blush warm his cheeks at her reaction, the excitement so clear on her perfect lips that it made him stiffen with pride.

“I… Kray I’m…” Star tried to formulate the words. Any words to express her excitement. To display her gratitude. To admit to him just how much she loved him back and how much she wanted this in her life. How much she wanted HIM in her life. To be with him in such an official way for the rest of their lives… The very thought made her head spin with excitement and her chest heave with eager hope.

Instead she simply said the one word that would seal it all at once.

“Y-Yes! Yes. Yes… I accept!”

The words fell from her mouth like a waterfall as she launched herself forward, wrapping her arms around Kray’s shoulders and pushing herself into the most intense hug she could muster through the tears.

Kray gasped and laughed, wrapping her up in a tight hug and heaving her into his arms, their lips colliding into a powerful kiss.

They held their kiss for a long, deep moment. Their bodies held tight together as they shared the moment that was, surely, the echo of their true feelings.

When they pulled away and Star was put back down on the ground, she smiled up at him, the tears stopping but the aftermath of their warm glow on her face still there as she bit her lip. Kray sighed with delight and took the ring from its box, holding up her hand and carefully sliding the piece onto her ring finger. It fit easily, her measurements memorized in both his mind and database enough for it to be perfect on the first try.

“Kray… Are you sure?” Star gasped with a smile.

He kissed her again, his smile evident.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life… I’ve never been more sure of you.”

The air was mellowing out around them, the sun finishing her descent across the sky so the city glowed with its set lighting and beautiful rainbow stars of windows and cars moving below. The world was endless around them, constantly shaping and changing as Star had thought it always would.

But the difference now was that she had Kray Foresight. All of him, for the rest of their lives.

And it was perfect.

[thearkhound]

Viewpoint character and system descriptions from Micom BASIC (Jan. 1993)

The following is a translation of the Arcade Game Gallery article published in the January 1993 issue of Micom BASIC Magazine, which featured concept art for the isometric shooter Viewpoint, which was released by Sammy and SNK for the Neo-Geo in 1992, along with an explanation of the game’s mechanics. The Arcade Game Gallery series of articles was an irregular feature on Micom BASIC which focused on concept art and development documents of arcade games published at the time often exclusive to the magazine.

AC-01 (White) & AC-02 (Pink)

Player 1′s and Player 2′s spacecrafts respectively. While their colors are different, their appearance and functionalities are otherwise identical. The game can be played by up to two players. While in 2-players mode, each player takes turn when one player loses a ship. In the arcade version the game can be set up by adjusting the DIP switch settings in order to allow both players simultaneously, with the option of even joining-in during the middle of player

Enemy Characters

Viewpoint has over 50 types of enemy characters. Because of insufficient pages, we can’t give a thorough description of each of them, so we’ll limit ourselves to an artwork of each of them alongside their names and the stages where they appear. If you want to know how they look and move in the game, please take a lot at the game’s screenshots.

Starting from the left column from up to right, then to the next one from left to right.

Slowlo (appears all stages)

Hayaso (all stages)

Glone (appears in stages 1,3,4)

Yagasaki (stages 1,3,4,6)

Checkta (appears in stage 1)

Covered (stage 1)

Well (stage 1)

Coils (stage 1)

Destroyer (stage 1)

Sidehatch (stage 1)

Richard (stage 1)

Yoshida (stages 1,3,4,6)

Orca (stage 2)

Chappie (stage 2)

Gongee (stage 2)

Sea Anemone (stage 2)

Jellyfish (stage 2)

Big Turtle (stage 2)

Marlin (stage 2)

Hydra (stage 2)

F-XX (stages 3,4)

Hornet (stafe 3)

Centipede (stage 3)

Green Catterpillar (stage 3)

Pipu (stages 3,4,6)

Loopa (stage 3)

Moopa (stage 3)

Wabi (stage 3)

Zabi (stage 3)

Battler (stage 4)

R-2 (stages 4,6)

Sadora (stage 4)

Nejineji (stages 4,6)

Gondola (stage 4)

Kimura (stage 5)

Himawari Z (stage 6)

Sukoon (stage 6)

Kray (stage 6)

Uka (stage 6)

Stone (stage 6)

Kureba (stage 6)

Pentago (stage 6)

Terastar (stage 6)

Tower (stage 6)

Shot Abilities

As with most shoot-’em-ups, there are two types of shots that can be used by the player’s ship: a normal shot and the Wave Motion Cannon.

The normal shot has low firepower, but can be fired continuously. It disappears when it hits a target.

The Wave Motion Cannon has four attack levels. Pless and hold the A button until it reaches a certain level and then release it to launch a wave of shots. The higher the level, the more powerful your attack will be. The shot will pass through the enemy depending on how low its endurance is. Taking the option power-up when an option is already equipped will increase the speed of the wave cannon’s ascension.

If you take more than two options, the charging time to get to the Wave Motion Cannon’s highest level will be reduced by 2/3.

Option Abilities

Even with the shots and bombs introduced thus far, the battlefield of Viewpoint is a tough one to survive. There, an item known as the Guard Pod can be equipped as an option that assists the player in combat.

By taking the item that appears after destroy a complete fleet or certain flashing enemies, a pair of options surrounding your ship side-by-side.

The options cannot be destroyed by enemy fire. In fact, they can be used to absorb enemy bullets or even damage enemy ships themselves by ramming into them. Enemies that cannot be destroyed by regular shots such as a laser beam will simply pass through the option if you try to ram into them.

The option parts can fire normally at the same time as the player’s ship. However, they will not fire when the player launches the Wave Motion Cannon.

When picking the option item more than once, the ascension level of your Wave Motion Cannon will increase and you will get additional bonus points, but the abilieties of your actual option parts will not change.

Bonus Point System

You will receive bonus points by picking up the star mark or the option item if you already have option parts equipped. If you pick the bonus item consecutively without dying, you will get more points.

As shown in the following graph, picking up consecutive bonus items is essentially in acquiring a high score and in order to acquire 81,560 points you must go through a lot of ordeal. Your score in Viewpoint reflects your skill as a player.

The left column shows the number of times you pick up the bonus point item without dying, while the right column shows the points you get awarded for. The points with the digits 331 appear to be a play-on-words for the Japanese pronunciation of Sammy, the developers of the game.

About the Special Bombs

Your bomb weapon is useful for emergencies when you’re facing a strong enemies. Learn which bomb is useful for which situations.

There are three types. The F is for the Firewall, the H is for the Homing Missiles and W is for the Shock Wave. You can launch a bomb by pressing B button, but your uses is limited by the quantities you currently have in your possession. You can only have up to three stocks, regardless of the type you get. If you already have three bombs and pick up a new one, you will replace the oldest you currently have. A new bomb will be added if you lose a life as long as you have the newest one still in your disposal.

How the bombs from top to bottom.

The Fire Wall Bomb [as its name suggests], will create a wall of fire that moves towards the player’s direction, eliminating every enemy and bullet that comes in the way. The wall will be extinguished once it moves outside the screen.

The Homing Bomb will cause the player’s ship to launch 16 missiles at the same time, which will all fly to the nearest enemies. Once the missile strikes the enemy, it will create a small dome-shaped explosion that will damage further enemies and bullets.

The Shockwave Bomb will cause a ripple-like effect in the middle of the screen that spreads around, damaging all the enemies and bullets that fly into the circumference.

Boss Introductions

Frankly speaking, Viewpoint is a very difficult game. One of the reasons for that is because its boss characters are particularly powerful. Because of that, it’s difficult to appreciate the design of the bosses since the screen is always filled with bullets and explosions. Furthermore, there are many bosses that players will not encounter when they get a game over in the middle of the game. Therefore we decided to publish artwork of all the bosses here so you can forget the humiliation you’ve experienced and appreciate their designs at your leisure.

Stage 1: Snapping Turtle King

Stage 2: Matooba

Stage 3: Mother Moth

Stage 4: IDAHO

Stage 5: KID

Stage 6 RUIN

[gxngsterprince]

What's not meant to be

@lcndcnviolence

His fingers were shaking as he plucked that first button open - maybe because he was afraid but definitely because he was drunk. Billy smelled like tobacco and aftershave, an aura of something wild surrounded him. He was like a free horse that no one would even dare and try to tame... but Reginald wanted to.

He wanted to cut his wings and the Gin and Tonic told his brain that he could. With sloppy but rough movements he tore the other's shirt aside and too impatient to open the second button it just ripped off and fell to the ground. "I jus' wanna look at ya, Billy... c'mon, be'ave."

His heart was racing when he saw that naked shoulder, the curve where his skin pulsed, his neck, the veins underneath. He just gazed down on the other in silent awe before he covered the spot with parted lips, right there where the pulse lived, sucking the other's skin because he couldn't get enough of that smell. Of that taste. He could feel how Billy tried to push him away but since Reginald was much taller than him all hitting did none. It hurt, a bit, but as drunk as the Kray twin were he almost felt nothing.

"Stop hittin' me, you li'l cunt, do ya 'ear me?" He stopped what he was doing to stare at the other with anger filled eyes, thick fingers grabbing Billy's jaw to force the other to look at him. "I said... be'ave. S'wha' I said. Be'ave or I'll be very nasty to ya, hm?" He saw fear in the other's eyes and he despised it. It made his cravings no smaller, though, and before Billy could say anything more, Reginald sealed their lips, his fingers trying to tear off the other's clothes.

[lamzoe34-blog]

Get XiaoMi Roborock S50 S55 Kuala Krai Huge Discount

At 63.8 decibels, the Roborock S5 was noticeably louder than the Shark Ion R85 (59.2). We had the ability to have a conversation with another person in the area because the vacuum worked around us, but definitely raised our voices. Much like the app that communicates the Eufy Robovac 30C, the Mi Home program is designed to control multiple house devices. While the vacuum part of the program is robust, the layout is not intuitive. We were amazed with how lightly the Roborock S5 approached walls and obstacles. The bumper on the Roomba 690 seemed to announce that it hit something with elastic clunk; the S5 was more polite.The robot slows its own strategy and its brush before gingerly approaching an obstruction when the S5 chose an item was approachable, it approached gusto. The S5 pushed seats and dog bowl than the Shark Ion R85 and the Neato Botvac D7. It was not destructive, but I would not leave a delicate vase on a lightweight plant stand around through a cleaning. The Roborock S5 may also be controlled via Amazon Alexa and Google Home. Don't expect to access any features the choices are On and Away, which prompts to bot to come back to its base. Google Assistant adds"Return to Dock," which sends the robot house, rather than Cease, which pauses the vacuum in its paths. 

All in all, the Roborock S5 accumulated an average of 86.8 percent of all test debris on carpet--a performance on a level with all the Neato Botvac D7, but well below the Shark Ion R85's 97.2 percent. The S5's hardwood performance told a similar tale, picking up an average of 83.9 percent of test debris. The Botvac D7 bested it by 12 percent. If you guessed the Go icon could initiate a fundamental cleaning cycle, you would be wrong. Rather, Go directs the S5 to a user-chosen point on the cleaning map for the bot to perform a place cleaning. By activating the icon that is Clean, a general vacuuming cycle is initiated. Buried in the Preferences menu are five different Cleanup modes : Quiet, Balanced, Turbo, MAX and Mop. The app, and by extension, the vacuum, retains the mode last used. Flip the Roborock S5 above and you'll find two rubber wheels on either side, a wheel in front, and a three-spoke side brush to the leftside. Between the black wheels is the mix rubber and bristle roller brush. Though like the brush around the Eufy Robovac 30c, the S5's roller brush remained free of hair and fuzz. Installation and app The screen displays the place cleaning time and our item of information--remaining battery life. Along the bottom are icons for Go, Dock, Clean and Zoned Cleanup. What the Roborock S5 lacked cleaning thoroughness, it made up for with speed, cleaning our hardwood and carpeting test region in an average of 15 minutes and 22 seconds, nearly a complete hour quicker than the Roomba 690 and 45 minutes quickly compared to Shark Ion R85.

 It was not quite as quickly as the Neato Botvac D7, that cleaned the evaluation region in an average of 10 minutes. The guide recommends running a vacuum cycle that is regular within the area at least three times. We did so, but it didn't appear to help. The S5 abandoned the mopped area dull and somewhat sticky. If it had been possible to use something along with water in the tank it would have performed better. Layout  According to a Roborock agent, though the Roborock S5 employs the exact same program made by Xiaomi since the S55 (Xiaomi is an investor in Roborock), map information is saved locally on the robot, and only enters the Cloud when an individual views the map onto the smartphone app. Up to 20 maps are saved in the Cloud in any given time and so are deleted after a year. When users delete a map it is also eliminated in the Cloud. The security firm assessed the security of four different robot vacuums, such as the Roborock S55 and the iRobot Roomba 980. The Roborock S55 performed the worst; AV-Test explained that this was"Due partially to gross security deficiencies in data transmission, the transfer of data to third parties, the app's unexplainable thirst for data, as well as a very clear need for progress in the announcement on the handling of consumer data." Note that Map Saving Mode is currently in beta and have to be toggled on separately under Vacuum Settings in the app. We spent several test runs re-mapping our first floor due to the map not saving automatically. Both the iRobot Roomba and also the Botvac D7 are able to save multiple floor plans. Despite its larger size, the Roborock S5 deftly maneuvered through tight spaces. 

At 3.8 inches high, the S5 sits straight between the 3.9-inch Botvac D7 and the 3.7-inch Roomba 690. While we don't love the laser cover in the center, the feature was less obtrusive than the one about the D7, which has a large overhang and penchant for getting stuck under room chairs. In our laboratory tests, the Roborock S5 performed well, but not outstandingly so. On hardwood and carpeting, it picked up an average of 96.2 percent of those Cheerios strewn across the test region, which was slightly less than the iRobot Roomba 690 (99.5 percent), the Neato Botvac D7 (99.8) and the Shark Ion R85, that divides a perfect 100 percent on this test. At the center of this robot is a increased laser cap on the Neato Botvac D7 with a splash of beneath. Over the cover are buttons for cleaning, on/off and recharging. Maybe due to its colour, the wall detectors on the front and side of the S5 are more noticeable than on other models, but they don't detract in the bot's understated look. The Roborock S5 is primarily controlled through the Mi Home program (Android and iOS). Connecting the robot to the program and to our home wi-fi network took 2 attempts because the directions for pairing the bot to the network were not very clear. Abstruse instructions quickly turned into a theme of this S5. "Starting the cleanup," a cheery voice announces from deep within the Roborock S5. Instead of a series of Morse code-like beeps and chimes utilized by the Neato Botvac D7, the Shark Ion R85 and many other appliances, the S5 announces what it is likely to perform in easy-to-understand terminology prompts. 

Cleaning performance Security concerns You want it to look if it's docked in your living space if you are adding a robot vacuum to your house. The Roborock S5 eschews the black-and-grey color scheme embraced by other vacuums for white, with silver trim around the rim. The Roborock S5 steps 13.8 inches in diameter, more than an inch larger than the Shark Ion R85; it's also larger than the 13-inch iRobot Roomba 690 and the 13.2-inch Neato Botvac D7. Once the Roborock S5 get its bearings, it cleaned regions in a thorough back-and-forth snake pattern. The robot vacuum found its way under our dining room table, easily weaving its way out of 1 side of the space to another. We appreciated how hewed to walls and seat legs;it tackled walls and borders as the Neato Botvac D7. The vac was also smart enough to fully avoid a thick pile rug which felled other robot vacuums, but its taller elevation meant it did not fit under one of our chairs or our low-clearance sofa. Among our favorite design elements of the Robovac S5 is its"hood." Flip the piece that is thin up and you'll come across the dustbin concealed in the middle, together with a Wi-Fi indicator light and program reset button. The S5 was the robot vacuum cleaner we examined that had an onboard space to hold the instrument for cleaning the brush roll, a means to maintain functionality whilst improving the aesthetic. An indented section near the back is supposed to hold the microfiber mop module. The black-and-white pier for your Roborock S5 is only marginally taller than the vacuum. It is only needed if you're planning on using the mop attachment, although A large, clear plastic mat attaches to the dock. 

Mopping performance We were reluctant to provide the S5 free reign to mop in case it decided to try and clean our carpet, therefore we utilized the spot-cleaning mode, which sheds a 1.5- meter (4.9 ft ) area around wherever the S5 is put. Turns out our hesitations were unfounded. The Roborock S5 produced about as much water as a wet Swiffer pad onto the floor. If it had cleaned as well as a Swiffer does. Picking up dog hair on both the hardwood and carpeting stymied many of the robot vacuums we tested, such as the Roborock S5;it picked up just 79.5 percent of pet hair--10 percent less compared to Botvac D7 and 8.5 percent less than the Ion R85. However, the S5 did finest the Roomba 690's 73.3 percent pet hair pickup rate. We're enthused about zone cleaning since it is a wonderful way to perform a daily cleaning of hall or kitchen. You are able to draw boxes. Contrary to the iRobot Roomba i7+ and also the Neato Botvac D7, you can't save or title the zones, which means you need to redraw every time to the area you wish to wash them. Adding to the confusion is an Edit Map button on the screen that lets you draw virtual barrier cassette and no-go zones. The Roborock S5 distinguishes itself using a mapping quality that's unique one of the robot vacuums we analyzed, but unfortunately, its prowess is much more of a novelty than truly helpful. A thin disc with a microfiber pad resides under the back of the vacuum. Fill the dish with water, click it in, adjust the Cleanup manner in the program and you are ready to wash.

[darkphoenixgoddess10]

Reggie Kray & Frances Shea - film portrayal vs real life

In the 2015 film “Legend” starring Tom Hardy as Reggie (and Ronnie) Kray and Emily Browning as Frances Shea depicted the life of London gangster Reggie Kray at the height of his criminal career and his courtship and marriage to Frances Shea. The acting is solid and the chemistry between actors is great. You’d think that the story of Reggie and Frances is a dark fairy tale of the gangster world. You’d think that had Ronnie died earlier in the film, Reggie might have gone straight; and he and Frances would’ve have a happy ending where they happily live abroad and Reggie is just being club owner.

Well, hate to tell you this, but this film’s portrayal really makes Reggie looks much nicer than real life. The marriage of the Krays was nothing but a nightmare. In a way, Reggie’s so-called love towards Frances was quite similar to that of Joker’s to Harley Quinn. Let’s look at the comparison of the film portrayal of the relationship in “Legend” to the real life of the Kray’s courtship and marriage.

Film version: Reggie took Frances on romantic dates at his nightclubs. Frances was smitten and impressed with his success. 

In real life: Reggie took Frances to various places abroad, even flew her to Jersey. At that era in East End London, most people hardly move around in town let alone going abroad. Thus it’s hard to imagine for Frances at age of 16 not to fall head over heels for this older man who showered her with luxurious gifts and taking her to see the world.

Film version: Reggie didn’t want Frances to come see him in prison because he didn’t want her to see him as this.

In real life: while it is true that Reggie Kray went to serve his sentence soon after he courted Frances, he was certainly ‘not’ wanting to keep Frances away. In fact, he wanted to know everything Frances was doing and everywhere she went. This is proven by the surviving letters written to him from Frances while he was in prison. If the letters were late, he’d go in rage. And yes, Frances was expected to visit him in prison as arranged. Given that Frances was about 16-17 and most girls back in the 60s get married before 21, Reggie’s worst fear was that Frances met someone else and leave him.

Film version: Frances’ brother Frank worked for Reggie as his driver and his father was not around. Their mother Elsie was disgusted with her daughter seeing Reggie Kray

In real life: Frances and Frank’s father was still around from Reggie courting Frances to Frances’ supposed suicide. Frances’ father also worked for the Krays. While Elsie was openly against the relationship between Reggie and Frances, Frances father approved it, impressed by Reggie’s gentle, polite manner. Frank himself took a silent stand, which he regretted rest of his life.

Film version: Frances marriage was unhappy because Reggie was a workaholic to the T. He hardly hit home until very late and Frances spent most nights alone.

In real life: Reggie’ didn’t treat Frances any differently than he treated anyone else. He was verbally abusive and knew which button to push - just like how Ronnie treated him. He was also unfaithful to Frances, at least he wanted Frances to see him as thus as a revenge that she had seen other boys before their marriage. 

Film version: Reggie’s family were obnoxious in-laws towards Frances.

In real life: the Krays were more than just obnoxious and nauseating in-laws. From Frances’ diary, Reggie’s mother Kray was as abusive. Once, she offered Frances a sandwich, which Frances refused. When Frances left her house, she saw Violent throwing it out of the door at her. As for Ronnie, he showed her a knife and demonstrated that he could stab her through the heart with it. No wonder Frances fled within months of the marriage. Back then when women had no well-paid jobs and divorce was almost impossible, women don’t just leave because of a few annoying in-laws. They’d leave because they are in fear for their life. After Frances’ death, both Ronnie and Violet were suspects. Some even said that Violet killed Frances because she didn’t like Reggie’s obsession towards her.

Film version: Reggie was in grief after Frances died. He silently endured the curses from Frances’ family while carrying a heavy heart.

In real life: Reggie was in grief, but even in grief, he was still Reggie Kray. He confiscated all items belonged to Frances, including her engagement ring and had Frances buried in her wedding dress under the name Frances Kray. While Elsie Shea cursed at Reggie at Frances grave, Reggie had his revenge - he pulled out the flowers that Elsie and Frank Shea placed on Frances’ grave and destroyed them, including the flower pots. Till the very end, Frances was his - even as a dead body.

So by now, we can conclude that the Kray marriage wasn’t a dark fairy tale romanticized by the movie. Gangsters are violent people, and no, they’d not treat anyone differently. 

[tinymixtapes]

♫ Listen: Neglected Tomogatchi - Torn Muscle

I started grade school a few years too late to have lived through the Tamagotchi craze of the late Clinton administration. In fact, my memories of the product’s many imitators are much more vivid than those of the original line of keychain-sized pets, which may have only been falsely implanted by years of listening to PC Music and Black Kray. Well into my kindergarten career, a family trip to Toys “R” Us lead me to adopt my own Aquapet: a rubbery alien no larger than a lima bean, suspended in a water-filled tube. At the base of the canister, a two-button control panel allowed the extraterrestrial’s owner to feed and pet their pal, while a microphone provided a channel for communication. Catering to your Aquapet’s needs took more than just supplying the bare essentials. It needed to engage in meaningful conversation to survive. It wasn’t until I misplaced my new companion in some unseen crevice of my bedroom that I fully understood the importance of keeping in touch with loved ones. After my search efforts proved fruitless, I turned in for the night, crawling under the covers and attempting to sleep. It wasn’t long before I was awakened by the harrowing cry of the forsaken Aquapet, its howls of pixelated agony gurgling from the shadows. Despite daily efforts to find the source of the screams, I never found the lost pet, sentencing me to sleepless nights filled with terrible, glitched out sounds, until the toy’s batteries ran out of juice. I still feel guilty. I’d like to imagine that Neglected Tomogatchi (sic) are inclusive enough defend the rights of all virtual pets, the project’s blast-beats and power-electronic warble a call to liberate all denizens of the 8-bit world. Aesthetically, the Ohioan hardcore outfit’s debut single, Torn Muscle wouldn’t feel out of place among the early discographies of Minor Threat and Black Flag, save for the occasional synth solo and burst of sampled Tamagotchi-talk. The digital 7” is imbued with the same sense of raw, creative rage that fueled the DIY punk of the early 80’s, pummeling listener’s earbuds with blunt snare drum thwacks and oppressive walls of bass. This is some of the most bizzare, hard-hitting Bandcamp-era noise I’ve peeped this side of NEO-NEOS and Perfect Pussy. Definitely worth multiple spins in a row. http://j.mp/2nHXm61

[nirah10]

From Anon,

Sky News - First for Breaking News, video, headlines, analysis and top stories from business, politics, entertainment and more in the UK and worldwide.

https://news.sky.com/story/chopped-up-and-placed-in-suitcases-mystery-of-teens-1967-murder-11463539

OMG. This poor boy. Only 17. 😭😭😭 This from over fifty years old but turns by stomach they never caught this guy.

Small extract from the article:

‘Sexually assaulted, strangled and chopped up into pieces before being put into two suitcases - the murder of 17-year-old Bernard Oliver is one of the UK’s grisliest killings.

Known as the 'Tattingstone Suitcase Murder’, the case was re-examined in 2017 to mark 50 years since Bernard’s death in 1967 - but many questions remain unanswered.

Why did the killer go through the effort of chopping up the body and then leaving it in two suitcases next to each other?

Who cut Bernard’s hair and paid for his nails to be manicured?

How were the Kray twins linked to the murder?’

People claim that we are more violence now and assistic in the 21st century than ever before. But you just have to look at this case from the 1960’s to know that is not true. Like. What the fuck. 

'A former cellmate of gangster Reginald Kray, one half of the notorious Kray twins, claimed Reginald had confessed killing a “young gay boy” to him.

The twins had been sent to Suffolk as evacuees during World War II and bought a house at nearby Bildeston around the time of the murder. This connection to the area and Reggie’s twin brother Ronnie’s relationships with men is enough for some to accuse the Krays.' 

OMG. 

You'vw probably never heard of these twins, being from America, but they are quite famous here in Britain.

I am so mad after reading this article. As we watched a movie about the Kray twins in school, and it had NOTHING about this evil stuff.

The movie protrayed them as anti hero’s rather than villains .

Now I have been reading about that they are really like and am horrified by the glamour hollwoof has thrown of them. 

I know you’ve probably never heard of these guys, but they are pretty awful and there are several films that celebrate them. Like WTF. 

I know historical movies are generally going to have inaccurates in them but it makes me mad when Hollywood cover up history for the bad guys in films. Have you ever seen a movie that would have been enjoyable but you could not get into it because of how historically inaccurate it was? And if so which movie? 

Dear Anon,

I have, indeed, heard of the Kray twins. They’ve actually completely taken over this blog for a couple weeks twice now, with a few attempts at a third. So, as a general rule, I don’t post about them anymore as no one had anything new to say and it basically just became bogged down with random comments and stories about them. Feel free to check out the Kray tag to see all the posts about them.

Random fun fact before putting a quick stop to a tide of Kray posts, my grandfather was actually a London police officer during the time that Krays were active. Also, I’m Canadian, not American (it might not seem like it matters, but it does--have you seen America lately?), and almost all of my family, including all of my older siblings, are British.

[hardyimagines]

Split

DRABBBLEEEE

The room was loud, lively. Women wore smug smiles as they snagged a date from every corner of the room. They were all so pretty, dolled up with blush coated cheeks, painted lips, and colorful dresses. They were beaming, bright, having the night of their lives as they drank their liquor filled drinks.

You were stood at the back, eyes low as you studied the sticky floor beneath you. This party was meant to be a way for you to get over your ex-boyfriend, a way to distract yourself from him for at least a few hours. But all the surrounding blokes were too cocky for their own good. They wore lopsided grins and lust-tinted gazes. You were foolish to think that you’d be successful in finding a sweet gent to have a nice conversation with.

Two weeks ago you’d been curled up on the torn, tattered sofa in your den, droopy eyes fixated on the ticking clock in the corner. Reggie Kray was suppose to be home an hour ago for dinner. Normally it wasn’t that big of a deal, you knew work required him to stay for longer than usual sometimes. That was all good and well and not at all alarming. It only became a problem when he came home, stinking of cheap perfume.

Your accusations weren’t taken lightly, they were blown off. His exhaustion from the day and annoyance at being hounded the second you caught a whiff of the scent was enough to make his anger bubble to the surface.

He hadn’t ever yelled at you before. He really had no right to. You hadn’t shouted or screamed, you’d just asked a few quiet questions, soft, sweet, sad. He’d rolled his eyes and told you to stop with your prying. He’d worked for the entire day, soiled by turned over drinks, mocked by rival gangs. The last thing he wanted to do was come by your house and have you ask him if he’d been fooling around on you.

Needless to say, the argument had been completely unnecessary. All Reggie had to say was ‘no’, but instead he’d barked at you to grow up, to stop thinking childishly. Was it childish? You hadn’t thought so. Neither of you had seen one another since that night when he’d stormed out with so much as a reasoning for the smell. Was it really that hard for him to tell he loved you and he’d merely had a meeting or some of the sort? Why get so agitated over such a small question.

Your heart felt heavy as you sipped the glass of wine cradled in your palm. Your ring tinked quietly against the glass, shoulders slouched and demeanor not too inviting. No gent wanted to talk to the girl hovering in the corner, avoiding eye contact and conversation. You’d been approached by three men — none too handsome. They had greasy fingers, too eager to brush your arm. Sickening gazes. Annoying topics to talk about. You’d swiftly managed to escape each one of them, but now you found yourself glued to your current spot, waiting rather impatiently for someone to come and sweep you off your feet.

You heaved a loud sigh, a heavy sound that made any man looking in your direction divert their attention. Placing your glass down rather loudly on a nearby table, you weaved around the people dancing in front of you and headed for the exit. Your heels clacked noisily against the hardwood, nowhere near as loud as the music, but it was audible to you. You excused yourself when you bumped into people accidentally, soft eyes glued to the floor in front of you as you narrowly avoided toppling over now and then. The door was in view, not too far from reach, but you were halted before you could get out the doorway.

“Excuse me?” A rather light-sounding voice hit you like a truck, halting you from going any further. “Do mind my forwardness, but you look rather familiar.” He spoke again. You squinted toward the patterned glass that decorated the wooden door before you slowly turned around to face the man.

He was tall, not too bulky. He had blue eyes, blonde hair, a kind smile, but it looked too forced. You didn’t recognize him at first, he wasn’t exactly a familiar face. It was only when he brushed his thumb along his bottom lip and let out a quiet chuckle that it dawned on you who the bloke was. You took a small step back.

“I’m.. sorry, you must have me mistaken.” Your voice was breathy, swarming your faux apology. You twisted around to make a quick getaway, but he caught your hand in his own and swiftly tugged you back. You yanked firmly at your arm, shooting him a glare that told him what you wouldn’t verbally.

“I don’t think so. You’re the gal that runs around with the Kray’s.” He spoke lowly, voice growing deeper, harsher. “Reggie Kray’s girl, innit?” You stepped back. No.

“As a matter of fact, yes.” You brushed your hands off on the front of your green dress. He could practically hear your swallow.

“Yeah, Reggie���s a friend of mine.” He uttered gruffly. You knew that he was lying. Reggie spoke a lot about the men he disliked. Charlie was at the top of that list.

You distanced from the bloke again, doing your absolute best to create some space between his body and your own. You frowned evidently. “I’m sure I would’ve met you before if that was the case.” Your words made him sneer.

“So then you do know me?” He moved his hand to his pocket. His fingers sunk into the deep lining, fingers pinching the packet of cigarettes that he carried with him everywhere. He drew one of the sticks out and placed it between his lips. You weren’t given a chance to answer. Your eyes were raking the length of the room, searching for a way out of this conversation with the man in front of you. They moved along everyone’s happy, oblivious features, too drunk and careless to pay attention to you.

You opened your mouth to reply to the blonde, but before your words could leave your lips, the tall, handsome man that owned your heart slipped through the crowd. His hair was slicked down nicely, bow tie clasped to the neckline of his white button down. He looked so good. You were beyond surprised to see Reggie Kray attending the same party as you, but your relief outweighed your surprise.

He was moving toward you like a bull going toward the color red. His nostrils flared at the sight of Charlie. He was too close to you, entirely too close, it was a miracle he didn’t have a bullet between his eyes the second Reggie spotted him.

“Charlie.” Reggie’s voice, deep and smooth cut into the conversation. He was completely audible and comprehendible despite the loud music that played from the speaker in the corner. He looked to you momentarily, a squint to ensure that you were alright. No wounds, no discomfort, but he sensed the tension. “I don’t take kindly to you and your fucking lot speaking to my girl.” He stepped between the pair of you without a sliver of hesitation. You instinctively stepped back, but your small hand found the sleeve of his jacket, fisting in it gratefully as you stood behind him.

“Last I heard she was up for grabs.” The blonde chortled.

“Must be hearing some mighty fucking rumors, mate,” Reggie shoved his hands into his pockets, right hand circling his revolver. “she is off limits, it’s that fucking simple.”

The confrontation was all about you. You’d expected money, casino’s, clubs, men, but you’d never expected that they’d ever even mention a single thing about you — let alone argue about whether or not you were taken. Charlie squinted, challenging Reggie before he lifted his gaze to you.

“Last I heard, she ran out on you because you were fooling around with the redhead down the street. Can’t remember the girl’s name, but word travels fast, doesn’t it, Mr. Kray?” The bloke’s blue eyes glistened with hatred as he snorted in amusement. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again soon.” He tipped his head toward Reggie before looking then toward you. “And remember, if you ever do get lonely, Reggie knows where to find me.” He brushed his fingers through his hair, slicking it down more securely before he carried himself away from the two of you calmly. He didn’t care about you and if you were taken, he just cared about using you to get to Reggie and if it any time he found out that you were single — he’d use you to break the gangster.

You released Reggie, heart burning at the words that were spoken by the other man. Whether they were true or not, you didn’t know, but it still hurt you to even think about it. Taking a small step back in order to create some much needed space, you smoothed the front of your dress down.

“What are you doing here?” You asked without much thought. “This party is more for..”

“The Richardson’s, I know. I could be asking you the same fucking question, yeah, but I heard, and I heard quite quickly, that you were coming down here tonight..” He clenched his jaw visibly, as if trying to restrain himself from speaking any further. He didn’t want to say anything accidentally that would upset you. Being so angry, he was liable to spew hurtful words. But he bit his tongue.

“I didn’t come because I knew who’s party this was, I came because I got an invite from a sweet boy down the road. He’s been chatting up every other girl here though.. so I was just a target they brought to fill in empty space. The bloke’s here aren’t my type.. far too cocky, not so handsome.” You sighed heavily. “I don’t even want to be here.”

Reggie watched the way your sad eyes flickered around the room, seemingly searching for the quickest exit.

“I’ll take you home.” He offered quietly. There was no undertone of deceit in his words. He would just take you home and drop you off.. that was it. But you didn’t know if you wanted to go with him. You still hadn’t discussed the one thing between the two of you that seemed to be anchoring all your stress down. Had he cheated?

There was no time to sit and wonder if this was the right choice — going with him — you had to. You didn’t want to stick around at this crummy get together just to be hit on by men that hated Reginald Kray. His arm opened up and his fingers lightly grazed your elbow, guiding you gently through the sea of people. You stuck close to him, afraid that one of the surrounding blokes would jump you if given the chance. His touch was featherlight, delicate, tracing your soft skin for as long and as discreetly as he possibly could. The second the crowd opened up into a breath of fresh air, you broke away from him, ceasing his touch.

The night was silent, no wind, no birds, no nothing to fill in the quiet air. You wrapped your arms around yourself, providing more warmth than you’d had when your arms hung at your side. Pulling your lips in, you rubbed them together before counting the cracks in the sidewalk as the two of you began the journey to your home. Reggie was captivated by the stars in the sky, studying them and their various ranges of brightness. He narrowed his eyes in the slightest before looking toward you when you stumbled over a stump in the sidewalk. It was just a small trip, but he reached for your wrist to steady you nevertheless. He received a brief inspection before you pulled your arm back to yourself and continued forward. You had nothing to say to him. He was the one with explaining to do — and as if he’d read your mind, his lips parted.

“Can we talk?” His pink tongue slid over his lips. “Properly.” He added when he noted the snarky look on your face that told him you were about to bite back a sarcastic remark. You fixed your stare on the scattered twigs and fallen leaves, crushing them beneath the heel of your shoe as you walked.

“Talk.” You told him firmly. He stopped walking then.

“Look at me.” His words were demanding, but they weren’t harsh and angry, they were pleading, desperate. You followed his demand without even thinking about it. “Babe, I’m falling apart without you and it hasn’t even been that fucking long, has it?” His fingers lowered to his pocket so he too could draw out a cigarette and place the stick of cancer between his awaiting lips. You set your hands on your hips and watched him, head shaking in the slightest as he lit the end of the cigarette.

“You’re not. You’re fine. I don’t know.. what happened or why you’re behaving so strangely, Reggie. I asked you one question, the night we broke up, and it’s taken you until now to bring this up.” Your head shook in disbelief. You didn’t want to talk about this — you didn’t want to argue. You wanted to go home.

“I didn’t cheat.” He growled softly. “I don’t know why you think I did, pet, but you’re, apparently, not the only one. I, right, I was at the club all night, fucking tired and ready to go home to you and this group of people, they swarmed me, asking me for whereabouts of this and that and blah blah blah,” he took a lengthy drag from the cigarette before stepping toward you with a breathy exhale. “These girls, they pulled and yanked on me, right, trying to get me to go along with it and I told them, babe, that I was with you.” He drew his bottom lip in. “But I smelled like them, I knew I did, my jacket stunk of their perfume because of how handsy they got. They were working with the Richardson’s. They’re doing all they can to get you away from me and I’m doing all I can to prevent that and it’s really.. contradicting itself, innit. I mean..” He let out another sigh, this time a visible one as his hot breaths clashed with the cold air. “I don’t know why I couldn’t just tell you this the other night. I was just infuriated. I wanted to come home to kisses and affection and I guess I just lost my temper, Y/n, I’m sorry.” He stepped toward you again, not stopping until the tips of his toes skimmed yours. “I never wanted to lose you.. I never imagined ever doing so. I..” He really didn’t know what to say so instead of speaking, he just gazed down at you and said more with his eyes than his mouth ever could.

You nibbled your bottom lip, contemplating everything he’d said, considering each word carefully. Your hands lifted to the back of your neck, gripping it as you peered up at the handsome fellow. How had he made you forgive him in 15 seconds? Your stomach churned in warning, telling you that he very well could be lying. He’d had days to conjure up a story. But you didn’t care, you couldn’t think like that. Reggie was being honest, that’s what you told yourself. Truth or not, if you loved him, you were meant to believe him. You opened your arms slowly before wounding them around his waist.

“I’ll leave you if I find out your lying, Reggie..” You murmured out before laying your head against his broad chest. “I mean it, I can’t stand cheaters.” Reggie leaned in to press his lips against your head. He knew you hated unfaithful people, your mom had cheated on your dad.

“I know, right, that’s exactly why i promise you, I’d never even think about doing anything like that. I love you..” He swore, hand lifting to brush your tresses out of your eyes. “I mean that, I really do, and I’d never do anything to intentionally hurt you.” Your head bobbed along to his quiet confession, heart swelling because of the honesty that shimmered in his gaze. You leaned up on your tiptoes and gave him the most delicate kiss possible before you stepped around him and finished the short journey to your house. Reggie was quick to catch up, shoes noisily clacking against the cement as he skipped. He reached the door right as you unlocked it and the second you twisted around, he caught your lips for another kiss. The pair of you were instantly locked in the liplock, forgetting about the rest of the world as you did your best to prove to one another how sorry you were. You, for not trusting him, and him, for not being honest outright.

The city was back to its silent self. Apart from your little conversation and quiet smacking of your lips, the strests were once more drowned in silence. Trees were still. Leaves stuck to their spots on the ground. No cars were driving down the road, no humming from shopkeepers lights. The world was completely silent and it was the most peaceful thing in the world. Reggie and you probably would’ve enjoyed it had you not been enjoying each other just as much, if not more.

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[hardyimagines]

All Yours

Drabble!!!

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Ron was sat in the arm chair his mother had had placed in the same spot for the last decade. His legs were widespread, mug of tea cradled in one hand. The glass was hot enough to burn him, but he held the glass unbothered. He was void of his usual coat, white button down being the only thing he wore. His red tie hung from his collar, suspenders embracing his shoulders. He was still, ears straining to listen to the sound of his mother as she moved in and out of the room, tending to his stomach. He was hungry, he was thirsty, he was her little boy and she insisted on taking care of him.

You were sat on the sofa, legs crossed as you waited for the inevitable. Ron had just shot and killed someone — and he hadn’t done it somewhere secluded, no, he’d done it in a bar, in front of too many eyewitnesses. His brother would definitely stop by and he would have a lot to say.

Violet weaved in between the sofa and armchair, soft eyes moving from her son toward you.

“Alright, love?” Her question was directed toward either of you.

You lifted your gaze, smile clear on your face before you nodded once. Looking toward Ron, you shifted slowly, warm breaths leaving your lips.

Ron set his mug of tea on the side table before laying his hands on his thighs. Brushing his ring-covered fingers along his trousers, he let out a hoarse grunt.

“Think I’m gonna take her upstairs, mum. It’s been a long day.” Ron stated under his breath. He pushed his hand into the arm of the sofa to stabilize himself as he stood, but when you followed suit, Violet spoke.

“Darling, Reggie’s on his way. Mh? Don’t you want to see your brother?” Her shaky hands clasped together in front of her, against her blue, floral dress. She shifted in front of the pair of you before squinting. It was obvious that the pair of you wanted to be alone. She couldn’t count the amount of times Ron had feasted on you with his gaze. She could take a hint. “I do have laundry to do, however, so just call for me when he’s here?”

Ron’s eyes twitched with his squint. He nodded his head once before returning to his armchair. A low grunt of comfort left him and the second his mother left the room he ushered you toward him. Your eyes scanned his features, attempting to read his expression, before you stood. Sidestepping the coffee table so you didn’t cut your exposed calf on the sharp edges, you moved toward the handsome bloke before lowering yourself down on to his lap with no hesitation.

“Is this where you want me?” The question was almost inaudible. Violet was down the hall, too far out of range to hear anything that was said between the two of you, but whispering made this all the more sneaky and Ron got a kick out it. The man let out another low grunt of approval before placing his hand on your hip. He peered down at your attire, admiring the skirt that was riding up the length of your thighs each time you squirmed.

“Come on,” His hands dropped to the fabric. He rolled the plaid material up the length of your legs. “let’s have a little fun while we wait.” You didn’t mind letting him continue, but Reggie wasn’t one to goof off when he was mad and you knew he was going to be infuriated.

“Wait until we go to bed.” You whispered before placing your hands on top of his own. His jewelry was cold to the touch, buried in your palms as you stroked his warm skin. You moved forward and toward him so that you were sat directly on his crotch. You could steal tease him.. you just couldn’t give into him completely.

“Bedtime’s a long way off, i’nt it?” He moved to stand, ready to hoist you up and carry you off to the bedroom so the pair of you could do anything but sleep. Maybe pass the time whilst waiting on his beloved brother. You leaned in and kissed him to try and weaken his movements before he could even get out of the seat. It worked. Ron’s body went limp. His pink lips pressed against yours firmly, refusing to part in the slightest once they met. The hand which had been pulling at your skirt had now slid around to your lower back so he could hold you against him. It wasn’t as if you had any intentions of distancing, but he kept his palm in place to cradle you close to him as he’d done to his mug. His lips moved against yours at a slow pace, his heavy breaths mingling with the noisy pecks the two of you exchanged. You giggled against his lips, savoring each touch he gave you because you knew when Reggie got here, it would be goodbye big ol sweet bear. Ron was always distant when his brother was around and you never understood why. Your lips parted from his but only so they could glide to his neck. His skin was soft, hot, and his pulse was throbbing beneath your lips. You bit playfully at his flesh, hands grazing the buttons that lined the front of his chest.

“Ron?” The suddeness of Reggie’s voice made you almost topple off of your semi-boyfriend. The wreath hanging on the back of the door bounced against the wood before stilling. Reggie brushed his hair back, smoothing the strands down before he looked over his shoulder to ensure Albie was inside. He kicked the wood shut with the heel of his boot before making his way through the doorway and into the living room. You hadn’t even had a chance to climb off of Ron before his brother was in the room, watching the scene before him.

Albie wore a lazy smirk, unable to hide the fact that he was amused by the situation. He took a seat on the creaky chair in the corner, back molding into the cushions as he folded his ankle over his knee and sent you a tilt of his head in greeting.

You climbed off of Ron’s thighs and smoothed down your skirt before making movement to sit on the sofa. Ron’s hand locked around your own though, halting you from rushing off.

“Reg.” He uttered before dragging you back toward his opened thighs. Your rear was set directly on his upper legs, a comfortable seat that you wouldn’t complain about under any other circumstance, but beneath the heated gaze of his brother — you’d really rather sit on the sofa. You took the silence as a means for you to greet Reggie too.

“Doing good, Reggie?” Your question made the anger falter slightly. He was fond of you, everyone was. You were kind, gentle, very enjoyable to look at. You got along with everyone, so he found it impossible to be as pissed as he was toward Ron, when you were sat on the brute’s lap.

“I am, yeah, thank you.” The black trench coat he wore looked impossibly heavy. His broad shoulders carried the weight proudly, easily. His hands, previously tucked away in his pockets, slid out from their hidden space. In one hand he held a cigarette and in the other a lighter. He swiftly lit the end before placing the cigarette between his lips and backing up. His calves hit the armchair behind him, knees deadlegging so he could collapse on the cushion.

“Ron,” You spoke breathily. Turning your head so that you could see him, your fingers trailed from his knee all the way up to his thigh. “I’m going to put the kettle on.. mh? Talk to your brother.” Leaning forward, you stole a delicate kiss before lifting yourself up and off of his lap so you could hide away in the kitchen.

Reggie’s eyes followed you which earned him a glare from Ron. “Let’s keep our eyes to ourself, mate.” Ron grumbled out possessively. His feet shuffled against the floorboards, loudly thudding as he peered over his shoulder and through the doorway to the kitchen. Inspecting the way you moved around the table, he let out a soft noise before standing. He took a seat on the sofa instead, blocking everyone’s view of you as you made them all some tea.

Reggie practically snorted before shaking his head in disbelief. “Didn’t come here to ogle your girl, mate. I came to see why the fuck,” His palms opened wide, it was obvious he was beyond mad. “you thought it would be wise to fucking shoot a man in a bar.” His hands lifted to his hair. He smoothed down his locks before clenching his jaw and looking toward the floor. His boots brushed along the carpet beneath him, a distracted action. “Un-fucking-believable.” He moved his gaze to Albie.

Albie was calm, collected, his usual self. He clasped his hands together over his stomach and let the situation play out. There was no rational-talking or situation-calming. If the boy’s wanted to fight, they’d fight. He did however have a good tendency to look out for the love interests in either of the Kray’s lives though and so that meant you were under his watch. He knew you’d come barreling into the room to try and put a stop to their flying fists, but he’d be prepared to halt you before you got too close.

Reggie stood with a heavy sigh before looking toward the hall. He could hear his mother’s faint humming. He looked back to Ron. “You’ve gone and fucked it all up, haven’t you?”

Ron shifted on the seat. His fingers lifted to pinch the frame of his glasses so that he could adjust them. He wasn’t fighting tonight. “Y/N.” He called out softly before slumping back against the cushion. He didn’t feel like sitting around all night, listening to his brother talk down on him either.

Your eyes flickered to the living room, shoulders straightening as you were called to the room, but before you could even take a step forward the kettle started whistling. You swiftly pinched the handle and removed the pot from the stovetop. Laying it to the side, you poured three mug fulls before setting them on the flimsy, black tray. Moving from the kitchen and into the living room, you handed Albie his tea first, smiling when he thanked you, before handing Reggie his cup and Ron his. The Kray’s gave you the same grateful look. Their eyes held their gratitude.

“Right, well.” Your hands moved to your hips. “I,” Your gaze dropped to Ron. “am going to have a shower and then go to bed, so, I will see you..” Your brows lifted. “when you’re finished.” Hunching over the side of the sofa, you leaned forward to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head and caught your lips. The action was far too sensual for a man like Ron Kray, but you didn’t complain. Your hand lifted to his cheek, tender and careful as it brushed along his warm skin. You felt his lips twitch against your own and in hopes of catching his smile, you drew back. It was gone before anyone could see it. Patting his thigh, you twisted around and stepped toward Reggie. “Always good to see you, Reg, even though the circumstances aren’t the best.”

Reggie’s large arms opened wide. He locked you in his warm embrace before you really had anytime to say anything. His hugs were different than Ron’s. He was seemingly skinnier, not as visibly broad as Ron, but then again.. just as broad. You smiled against his shoulder before allowing him to kiss your cheek.

“Take care of my brother.” He told you quietly before you could remove yourself from his embrace. You reassuringly pat his arm before stepping back.

“Always.” You nodded. Your hand fell from his arm to his hand, squeezing it once for another reassuring action before you stepped around him and brushed by Albie’s knees. You paused long enough to kiss the top of his head before bidding them all goodnight and heading down the lengthy corridor.

Ron was glaring daggers at both men, envious over the physical displays of innocent affection. He watched you as you vanished down the hall and considered chewing them both out for touching you in any sort of manner. He remained silent though. His eyes said enough.

You poked your head into the laundry room, informing Violet that Reggie had arrived and you were going for a shower. She thanked you sweetly, not even bothering to fold the remaining dry clothes before hurrying off down the hall so she could see her second little boy.

The house was silent when you stepped into the bathroom. It really was hard to hear from this side of the house. The navy blue walls were cold as you leant against them, arms folding over your chest as you nibbled at your bottom lip. It was foolish for you to stand and wait with your fingers pathetically crossed as you internally begged for their little chit-chat session to come to a close. You wanted Ron all to yourself, it had been forever since you’d had him. Teddy was always hanging around, eager to get a little bit of Ron and although you’d promised him that it didn’t bother you that the relationship you had with him was open.. you’d had a change of heart. You wanted Ron Kray all to yourself. It was greedy and selfish, but you really couldn’t find it in yourself to care. He spent almost all of his time with you anyway, it was just hard to actually be alone because men dropped in all the time for ‘work’. You knew it was just because they wanted to see him.

A heavy sigh of defeat left your lips when too much time dragged by. If you were lucky, you’d get a kiss before bed. Your eyes rolled as you lifted your hands to the buttons on the front of your dress. Undoing them one by one, you shoved the material off of your arms before rolling your skirt down so the blouse could follow the fabric to the floor. Taking a seat on the closed toilet lid, you rolled off your socks and underwear before placing your elbows on your knees and staring at the floor. If you did muster up the courage to tell Ron you wanted to be his and his alone, you’d also have to tell him that you wanted him to be only yours and a part of you —a small part of you, feared that he’d say no.

Blinking rapidly to pull yourself out of this sad state, you stood from the seat and leaned over so you could turn on the shower. The water struggled for only a second before it shot out from the shower head. The pitter patter sounded hollow because of the tub, but the second you climbed in, the water would hit your body and be much quieter. Removing the pin from the front of your looks, you shook out your strands before setting the hair accessory down on the recently wiped down sink. The soft clatter filled the bathroom before with a breathy hum, you moved toward the shower.

Ron made his way down the hall, fingers already hooked in his tie so he could undo it from its fastened state around his neck. His suspenders already hung off of his shoulders, dangling beside his hips as he moved forward and into the bathroom without hesitation. Your sharp gasp of surprise when he entered made him let out an amused grunt. He closed the door with an arched brow, reaching behind him in order to twist the lock. He didn’t bother looking over his shoulder to ensure the lock had indeed done its job, his eyes were stuck on you, completely bare. You gave him a soft smile before moving toward him instead of the hot water.

“About time you joined me.” You uttered, fingers taking over in undoing the buttons on his shirt. The thin white fabric was smooth beneath your fingertips.

“Should be a regular fucking occurrence.” He told you huskily.

“If you come home more often, maybe it would be.” He sensed that you were easing him into something, but he didn’t want to pry. He wanted you to tell him whatever it was at your own pace. A grunt was all you received. He pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor before moving toward the shower so he could feel the water. It was hot against his palm, but it wouldn’t be too hot once the both of you were stood beneath it. Your hand moved to the waistband of his trousers. Hooking your finger in the belt loop, you tugged on him in the slightest, waiting for him to twist around to face you. He did so, slowly. He stared down at you, glasses fogging up from the steamy shower. You stared at him intensely. Half of you expected him to break the eye-contact, but he didn’t budge. His eyes were locked on yours, patient and curious as he waited for you to fess up to whatever it was. “I don’t want to share you anymore, Ron.” There was a momentary pause. “At first.. I didn’t care, it was just just fun and sex and parties, but now..” His chest seemed to puff out as his ego boosted, eyes widening for only a millisecond. Clearly, he hadn’t expected this. “I care about you, deeply. And I want you to just be mine.”

“Yours.” It wasn’t a question. You nodded anyway. “Right,” He turned back to the shower and adjusted the temperature in the slightest. “I’ve been yours since day one.” His words were harsh, stern, almost accusing, but they made you beam and your stomach was doing somersaults. “I thought you knew that by now.” He straightened. His hands fell to his trousers, undoing the button so he could shove the fabric to his feet.

“How could I? I thought Teddy was your favorite.” You whispered. Watching him as he stepped out of his slacks, he stood in front of you in just his boxers.

“Teddy.” He snorted. “Teddy was my favorite until you came along.” He was beginning to feel a bit shy, but he swallowed the urge to shy away. His hand moved to the sink, fingers curling around the new box of soap. He pinched the ends and tore the thing open before dumping the bar out into his hand and then wiggling it. “Come on, the water’ll get cold.”

You pushed yourself away from the corner you’d been stood in and instead moved toward him. Your small hands lifted to his big shoulders, rubbing them lazily as you gazed up at his handsome face. Your heart thumped noisily, hammering against your rib cage loud enough for Ron to hear. Lifting yourself up on to your tiptoes, you stole a slow kiss from him before backing up toward the shower. You swore you felt him smile against your lips, as he clumsily followed you into the shower. You reached for his boxers, shoving the material to the floor before he lifted you up and on to his strong hips. He cradled you as you locked your legs around him, arms doing the exact same to his shoulders. He kissed you deeply, meaningfully, proving to you that he was yours and yours only.

Reggie was sat on the sofa, continuing to chat with his mother and Albie for a bit. He was lost in the conversation about London and Ron, lazily swirling the liquid in his mug around.

“She’s a good one.” Violet whispered to her son. “Treats him better than anyone I know. She’s here day and night, you know that, always waiting, smiling. Such a helpful girl.” She sighed breathily. If something, god forbid, were to ever happen to her, she trusted that Ron was in good hands.

Reggie rubbed his lips together, savoring the sweet taste of the tea that lingered on his lips. “I know it.” He nodded in agreement. “I like her... Ron thinks too much.” He chortled before sharing a look with Albie. “He did good.”

Violet sighed. “Well if he’d settle. He’s got too many,” She waved her hand around, gesturing to the men Ron still fooled about with. “lovers.”

Reggie shook his head. The clink from his glass tapping the plate was almost too noisy as he set it down on the table. “Nah.” His head shook. “Ron loves her, I think. I see it every time he looks at her.” This was a risky conversation to be having. Ron could be eavesdropping from the hall. It wasn’t bad, but it was about him, and Ron wouldn’t like that at all.

Lucky for the Kray’s in the den, Ron was a bit too busy to pay attention to anyone outside the bathroom. His body molded against your own perfectly, arms hooked under your thighs to hold you up against the cold tile. The hot shower was hardly raining down on either of you, but your sweaty, hot body was keeping you warm and would do so for a while. You panted harshly into the, now, sloppy kiss as Ron assaulted your tongue with his own. Digging your heels into his back, you matched his set rhythm, heart threatening to give out as Ron was semi-gentle with you. It was new. It was different. And it was nice. You decided, as your tongue moved along his, that you preferred to be screwed senseless by the man, but this felt damn good too.

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[nirah10]

From Anon,

Have you ever seen the show ‘Drunk History’?

It is freaking gold.

They get a celebrity, get them drunk, and then once they are drunk, they ask them about a history topic or event they probably covered in their British schooling. And then treating it like a proper history educational program, they then provide images and enactments to match what the recordings are saying.

People liked it so much,  they made a American version of the show, also called 'Drunk History’

For an example, I shared the drunk history version of a tale of two twins they have been quite popular here.  Lol.  The story is a bit difference coming from a British drunk celebrity trying to remember his school history. 

Here is the clip.  Do you reckon the American one will work? This is the British one:

https://youtu.be/QXyqaLSOWSg

[Added in a second messgae]

Part two of that drunk history story.

https://youtu.be/woNCcXQFTZc

I feel like this dude when I am trying to explain the reasons behind the First World War to my seven year old.  It was so long ago.  Why didn’t I pay more attention in history class!!!!

Dear Anon,

I actually had no idea that this was a British show first. I’ve seen the American one (there’s about 20 episodes on my DVR) and I love it. It is a thoroughly enjoyable (though slightly inaccurate) way to learn about history ^_^

[nirah10]

Some Kray Posts

This is why we don’t mention them lol I’m gonna just post these all together and respectfully remind everyone to see the Kray tag for the discussion surrounding them ^_^

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3TPS2MvIKY