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popopretty · 4 years ago

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BSD Chapter 88

Chapter name is “Like it is tumbling down”.

This chapter is even more shocking than the last one, in a not very good way for me. I’m kinda speechless right now cuz there was no instance that I ever came up with this scenario before. It is a nice twist though, and I’m not sure what to expect at this point any more so hopefully you enjoy this chapter.

(^ This should have been the sweetest scene ever T^T )

Neither English nor Japanese is my native language so I do make mistake here and there. Just me know if there is any part that is unclear or if you spot any mistakes.

SPOILERS AHEAD

- So it is the continuation of the last chapter, where Akutagawa received a fatal blow from Fukuchi. Atsushi freaks but Aku smiles instead and tells him to run away. Fukuchi realizes that Aku is using himself as a decoy for Atsushi to escape. Atsushi got on the submarine and drove it away. Fukuchi wanted to chase after him but suddenly the security guards arrived at the scene (that was the guy whose life Aku spared in like 2 chapters ago). He immediately calls the land to report the situation in front of Fukuchi, which forces Fukuchi to act like he is trying to stop the terrorist. Fukuchi considers cutting into the past and kill the guards to seal their mouths, but stops because they were calling the land on the way before arriving at the scene and killing them at that time can cause the land to notice.

- Fukuchi finds it strange that Atsushi was saved by the “guards who happened to arrive by chance” but then decide that it is okay because there are only 5 days left until his plan happens, and he doesn’t feel the need to hide it anymore. When Fukuchi leaves, the guard looks at Aku’s body and says sorry because what he could do is nothing compared to the favor Aku has given him by sparing his life.

- Atsushi manages to escape and meets with Ango. He doesn’t understand why Aku lets him escape, but he understand that if Aku didn’t keep his promise and kill that person, then he would not be able to escape at all, and all the hopes will be lost. He wonder if it is just a coincidence or is there any important meaning to it. He asks Ango but never gets an answer.

- Back to Aku and Fukuchi, Fukuchi comes back to Aku’s body with a coffin on his back, saying he still has something for Aku to do. He opens the coffin and inside is the last member of The Decay of Angles, the undead Bram Stoker (TN: in case you don’t know he is the author who created Dracula). Bram says he wants to sleep while cursing the irreverent fools, which seems to refer to Fukuchi. Fukuchi replies that it is impossible and grabs Bram’s neck and take him out of the coffin. It is shown that Bram only has his head left, with a sword pierced into it. Fukuchi then explains that Bram used to be a human, a Count, who used his ability to change his body cells and transformed into Dracula. He is weak to the sun and used to be known as one of the ten “plagues of Egypt”. Bram says that he never hears of that nickname until his head was cut off by Fukuchi.

- Fukuchi tells Bram to behave because they are on the same boat anyway, adn that Fukuchi even prepares food for him (he is referring to Aku). Bram looks at Aku’s body and refuses to suck his blood, because ever since he was called a calamity 8 years ago, he has decided not to have any more kins. He says that if Fukuchi wants to burn the world, he should just do it himself. However Fukuchi threatens that he would use the sword that is currently piercing into Bram’s body to burn his brain. Bram cannot go against that, saying it is impossible to curse Fukuchi because Fukuchi is a curse himself. Then he bites Aku.

- A few days later, Higuchi receives a letter. She runs out and find Aku still being alive. She is so happy because they are just preparing for his funeral. She says that she finally understands how much she will regret it if things just end like that without her being able to tell him anything. Then she tries to confess her feelings to him (I supposed) but all of the sudden, Aku turns around, looking completely non-human.

- The scene changes to the Hunting Dog’s base, where Tachihara is reporting the incident. After Higuchi comes back she attacks Gin and Hirotsu, turning them into vampire-like beings. Hirotsu manages to help Tachihara escape but a large number of Mafia members have been infected. The Hunting Dogs discuss on how to stop it but the infection speed is too fast they cannot do anything. The only way is to find the ability user that causes it and kill him. However they don’t know who the source might be. Tecchou is sure that it is ADA’s doing again, as the next step in their terror plan. He says it with such a serious face that Jouno looks very surprised and says he should mark this date on the calendar (lol).

- Teruko says that if it is really caused by ADA then it will be quite troublesome because ever since the live broadcasting incident, there are at least 30% of the police in Yokohama who side with them. Jouno then states that even inside the Hunting Dogs, there is also that “30%” while looking at Tachihara. Tachihara explains that he just feels the need to reinvestigate because the ADA cannot be terrorists. He heard ADA members talk about being set up many times in the Mafia hiding house, but ignored it that time. He says that he made a miscalculation and that the real culprit is somewhere out there. He wants to be given authority to investigate it. All the Hunting Dogs member then look at Fukuchi sitting at the end of the room and ask what he thinks about it.

The chapter ends here. I typed too much again but there are just that many things to talk about in this chapter. Thank you for reading until the end.

The next chapter will be out December 4, 2020.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #spoilers #bsd spoilers #akutagawa ryunosuke #nakajima atsushi #fukuchi ouchi #bram stoker #tachihara michizou #higuchi ichiyo #summary

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bluegalaxyprime · 4 years ago

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Alone

Javier Peña x Reader.

Summary: You discover something that you really did not want to discover.

Warnings: Mention of sexual intercourse, drugs, smoking, ingestion of alcoholic beverages, missed menstrual period, mentions of possible pregnancy, abandoned, Pregnancy, mentions of abortion, age difference (reader is still older).

English is not my original language, so I try to do the best I can, I have also lived with this pregnancy through my family so I will take some of it to be able to do my best.

Just graduated from university, 25 years old, with difficulties getting a job, not many still believed that a woman could work as a lawyer and much less in a place like Colombia, it was a struggle to climb within a field dominated by men but not it was impossible.

But now, it was a different case, most of the population knew the DEA agents in charge of finding Escobar, so that night he simply recognized him from afar, Javier Peña, he and his partner Murphy were in the news for a few days and others did not, the alcohol acted, an outing with friends ended up being a sexual encounter in the bathroom of that bar, and then ending up in the Agent's apartment and inside his bed.

Nights how are you happened again on a few occasions, he remembered her and she remembered him, they never took their interaction beyond passionate sex until one day that man decided to move away.

"Come on daughter, you have to have everything ready for opening time" She said if mother, it was 5 in the morning, her mother who owns an inn, always opened promptly at 6 in the morning for those who were looking for something fast for breakfast or to take to work or school, (TN) not being able to exercise as soon as expected, he was helping his mother all day, until 8 at night, closing time.

"Yes mom"

For a few days she did not feel good health, which worried her mother a lot that it was something more serious, and also that her money was not enough to help her daughter, she had already fought together with her husband so that her daughter went to a good university, that her baby had a secure future and that a relapse in her health worsened and took it away, she liked it very badly for that reason she had begun to save a little more if necessary.

"Do not worry my girl, sometimes I forget that you are not in your best conditions" he caresses one of her cheeks and she could feel the cold skin of her daughter. "Did you vomit again?" He asked.

"... yes" she couldn't lie before her mother's gaze, she knew something was wrong, the nausea, the vomiting, that feeling of bloating, the lack of energy.

"Your aunts and cousins are about to arrive so don't worry my love, you can go to rest"

She was grateful that her aunts and cousins arrived at the time to help her mother, she was able to go to her room to rest, the inn was at the bottom of her house, since being a two-story place that allowed her parents use the space for something productive, so she went up to the second floor, slept for a long time but woke up at times when her mother went to check on her and discovered that she had a fever so every 10 to 15 minutes she went back and forth to put new cloths on her damp on the forehead.

At times she swore to hear her mother cry out of concern, even her aunts and cousins would go up to watch her, it was 6 in the afternoon when she woke up, surprised by how much she slept, she decided to go down but felt weak, muscle pain and the sensation of swelling still persisted and was uncomfortable.

When he got down, he noticed that there were few people at some tables and that they were enjoying the food, then he saw it, Javier Peña was sitting at a table with his partner from the DEA, she wanted to run away but he already noticed her horrible sick appearance , he turned to go to the kitchens and noticed his mother leaving.

"Oh my girl, come you need to eat something, it's very late, and you've been like this for many days ..." I take her by the hand and drag her into the kitchen to make her focus on a small table that was there, before long there was a plate of chicken broth in front of her, she had to admit it smelled delicious so she wasted no time and took the first spoonful, which fell well on her stomach.

“Tía, your DEA client asked about (TN)” said one of her cousins, Fabiola, as she entered the kitchen.

"Who? Javier?" Her mother asked and Fabiola shrugged.

"I don't know his name but I only know that he's from the DEA, he's the dark haired one," his cousin replied.

"Yes, it's Javier, he comes here almost every day to eat or to take something to work"

Damn it, he thought.

"For sure he saw my baby who is very bad and was worried, he is a good boy" said his mother.

"Baby? The baby is old ”said another of her cousins.

"She is the baby because she is the last to be seen born and she will continue to be until there is no other baby in the family" replies her aunt, Paulina while looking at her daughter, Yolanda, who is already married and still without children.

That meal had been perfect for her, she left the kitchen to go back upstairs and lock herself in the room for the remainder of the day while she thought about what one of her friends had told her.

Pregnant, it can't be possible.

For the next few days, he seemed to recover but there were others in which he had low energy, where vomiting and nausea were frequent.

"Come on, you have to think that it may be a possibility" her friend, Martha, both were walking to a pharmacy in search of a pregnancy test.

"But I've had a temperature, that doesn't come with the pregnancy, does it?" He asked, to which Martha shrugged. "And my period, I had it last month"

"I could not tell you but each pregnancy is different" He replied, both arrived at the pharmacy where they collected several tests of different brands, when paying the man at the box looked at them strange.

"What? Have you ever been in a baby shower organization? " He said (TN) to the man and he apologized and charged faster.

"Well, you have to wait at least 10 minutes, you know so that the test has a period to settle a good answer" Martha spoke, they both arrived at her house for fear that someone from (Tn's) house find out what they were doing.

"God, if they come out positive my father is going to kill me, I don't have a job or my own house, I don't even hang out with my father now" She spoke desperately, at the possibility that it could happen.

"That's why I'm here for you, I won't leave you" Martha supported her, that relieved her a bit.

"And if it tests positive, how do I tell the father?" I ask.

"You can try to locate him, you said you know where he works, right? You can go and ask that you want to talk to him" Martha answers enthusiastically and that made (Tn) smile.

"I could try ... but if you don't want to and you don't believe it's his ..."

"Would you think to abort?" Martha asked him calmly.

"You know I always wanted to have a baby but not so soon, I wanted financial stability, a house, a partner but I don't have it and you know how difficult it is to have an abortion" He spoke, and he remembered the news in the newspapers when they announced the death of a woman caused by a clandestine abortion.

"Everything will be fine" that was what Martha could say now, knowing that her friend would have a long difficult period to face if the tests were positive..From one moment to another, the stopwatch rang, the 10 minutes had passed, it was time for the truth, they both walked to the bathroom where they had left the evidence.

"God! What I am going to do?" She exclaimed with sadness and tears in her eyes, so that Martha could only hug her.

The tests came back positive.

#Pedro Pascal #pedropascal #pedro pascal x reader #javier peña #Javier Pena #Javier Peña x fem!reader #javier pena x reader #javier peña x reader

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random-blfan · 4 years ago

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Alsar 65: I'm Holding my Stomach

"Then, is this design okay?" (It’s a bit more like “Can you do this design?” )

"Oh, leave it to me! I'd like to change some things, so please drop by sometime."

The carpenter who was introduced by Ally-san seems to be a designer too, and when he told us what he wanted, he took notes and asked questions such as "What do you want to do here?" And "How many children's rooms do you want?" In regard to the arrangement of the rooms.

Thanks to that, I had lunch on the way, but today the rough floor plan was decided and we were also able to finish the draft up to the last detail.

"Then please!"

"Thank you"

"We’ll be back in a couple of days."

The carpenter sent us off and we left the store.

Now Fer-san is holding my left hand and Chris-san and Sig-san walk behind us while talking.

I’ve been thinking, when did it become a rule to always hold hands with at least one person?

They normally hold my hand and I don’t say anything and there’s no opportunity to refuse, well it's not like I hate it so it’s fine but…

"I didn't expect that it would take this long. It's already evening, so let's go home,okay?"

"Yes, but are children’s rooms that necessary ...?"

As I walked home, I looked up and listened to Fer-san, who said with a smiling face.

Children's rooms, 5 rooms ...

Me bearing that many children! ?? Is what I thought, though I was told that wasn’t a problem.

In the first place, it feels strange to talk about children even though we really haven’t talked about it in depth...

"Well, even if you don't give birth to that many,a storeroom would be useful, right? If you give birth to five children, we’ll be able to raise them, so don't worry?"

"Hmm ... that's right ... and the servant's room ..."

I was told it would be a good idea for there to be an extra room, and it was incorporated into the floor plan.

"Ren-chan isn't going to quit being an adventurer, right? Then you have to have a room for the person who will take care of the kids while you're away? It's essential for an adventurer with all your companions, so even if it’s small it’s necessary "

"Well, I understand that but ... I didn’t grow up in that kind of environment, so it feels strange ..."

I’ve been through a lot to become an adventurer, so I want to continue after getting married, I was told that if I couldn’t look after my child then there should be a room for a babysitter. I feel torn.

When I heard that, I thought I should quit being an adventurer for a while, but as a support magician who can support three people, I should be able to reduce the risk of injury and death by doing subjugations together, so I want to continue. So I agreed to make a servant room.

Malik would think! I don't feel like saying that …( I really didn’t get this one not even when my friend explained to me, but Ren is worried about Malik’s opinion on the matter it seems)

"Oh, I will move to that house two days after tomorrow, but I have some furniture, so I wonder if I can leave it as it is? I still don't know if it will fit the new house even if I buy some."

"Ah, but why not just renew the bed in the master bedroom? I think the bed there is too small for us and Ren-kun."

"When you say that, it's certainly impossible for four people. Okay, let’s go to the furniture store tomorrow?"

"It should be as big as possible, right?"

When the three of them talk, it becomes a conversation above me and it is difficult to get into it, so I usually just listen to it.

If there is no particular problem, I won’t try to interrupt them

Besides, they talk to me properly, and even now, Fer-san's is still holding my hand, so I don't feel like I'm out of the group, and it's fun to see the three of them having fun.

"Oh, I can see Malik's house. Today I have to give Ren-kun back to Malik."

"Is Malik already at home?"

"Well ... today his shift should end by evening, so I think it's about time for him to come back."

Yeah, I’m sure.

I have a table with his shifts because the shift changes every month, but I can't confirm it because I keep it at home.

"Let's say hello. He let you stay yesterday ..."

"Really? You think it wasn’t a problem letting cute Ren stay with you?"

"Fugu !?"

"Wow !? Malik-san!? Sig-san is falling! Please let go!"

I think it happened while Sig-san said that, pointing at the house, from behind, a hand extended to Sig-san's solid neck and wrapped around it as if squeezing.

I didn't notice him, but it seems that Malik-san is strangling Sig-san with all his might.

I ask him to let go immediately!

"Oh, I can't help it if it’s Ren's request. Fine."

"Goho ... haha ... Mari ... ku-san ..."

"Sig-san, are you okay !? Doesn’t your neck hurt? If it hurts should I use 「Heal」? "

Malik-san relaxed his grip and released Sig-san with a look that as if he couldn't help it.

I hurriedly approached Sig-san who was coughing violently while kneeling in place.He shook his head so it seems there’s no pain.

"It's okay. I wouldn't be as careless as to hurt him .... Anyway, you guys come in, also there’s something I need to say to Chris, okay?"

Malik-san, who is quietly angry and looks unpleasantly sullen, says to the three of them, but why does he want to talk to Chris-san?

But ... before that ...!

"Malik-san? Please apologize to Sig-san? It may have been bad to stay without permission, but it's terrible to go for his vulnerable neck from behind, understand?"

"Ah…"

It was fine because Sig-san has training, but an ordinary person would have been strangled in the blink of an eye, why did he strangle him anyway!

When I got angry with that in mind, my pout turned into a troubled expression, and I was scratching my head. ( My friend told me that while the “scratching my head” here can literally just be that it’s also used when someone is embarrassed or suffering)

"If you don't apologize, I won't make lunch for a while!"

"What!? ... I'm sorry."

"No…" (This no is more like “it’s fine...”)

This is the only way I can express my anger, so when I declared that, Malik-san made a terribly surprised face and immediately apologized. I reach my hand out to Sig-san who is crouching to help him stand up. (しゃがみ込む = to squat; to crouch down completely generally with face looking through knees)

It seems he really said "I look forward to Ren’s bento everyday" before.

"Hmm ... I'm home for now let’s go in ..."

Malik goes into the house while sighing so those three follow suit.

"Well, sit down"

As we enter the living room, we are asked to sit on the rug, so we do so obediently.

"Malik-san, yesterday I suddenly stayed somewhere else, I’m sorry ... were you angry because of that ...?"

"Ah ... well, Ren is an adult too? So it 's fine. The problem is Chris. If you want to contact me, please contact me directly.Because I wasn’t there at that time I was ridiculed as I had to rely on Hugo to pass the message !? "

"Eh…?"

He isn’t angry because of the overnight stay?

Eh, Chris-san, didn’t you contact him directly! ??

Thinking so, I look at Chris-san who is sitting next to me looking at Malik-san as if nothing happened.

"Eh ~? Malik wasn't there, but if you got home, wouldn't you be surprised if Ren wasn't there, I thought you would worry, so I asked them to pass on the message ~? Are you angry? "

It doesn't sound like Chris-san's way of speaking ...

Well, if he wasn't there at that time, it can’t be helped but ... What does he mean by ridicule?

"... Ku. That's right. You're not in the wrong. The problem is Hugo."

"Right?"

"I don't care about perfection ...? ...? He didn’t deserve to be strangled ..."

It seems that Malik-san admitted that Chris wasn't in the wrong, dropping his shoulders.

And poor Sig-san (愁傷様です=しゅうしょう = shuushou, my friend explained to me that this expression is used to when someone dies or the situation is just to pitiful)

"Hmm ... I can make tea. Malik-san hasn't eaten yet, right? I'll make something, so you three eat too and then please go home."

"Oh, yes"

Apparently that was all, so I decided to make dinner after brewing tea.

There should be various ingredients in the refrigerator, so I wonder if I should look inside and decide on the menu.

"Yes. Today is a simple grated pork rice bowl, miso soup, and salad."

"" "Itadakimasu" ""

Everyone seemed to like what I made and ate quickly.

The grated pork bowl is made by dropping daikon radish on top of boiled and sliced meat then adding seasonings such as soy sauce and lemon juice. It's a solid but refreshing taste, so it's perfect for hot summers. When I was in Japan, I used to make it in the summer.

"As expected, Ren's food is delicious .... Oh, that's right. You guys, do you intend to not take quests for a while? "

"It's really delicious, isn't it? I intend to accept something once I've moved to my temporary residence ..."

Malik-san, who was eating ravenously, says as he remembered.

The three of them said we’d look for a house and wouldn’t take quests for a week.

I wonder… if there’s something good to accept.

However, since I became B rank, it is one rank up and down.

In other words, it seems that you can only receive quests from A rank to C rank,I can't take the F rank Lulu leaf collection quest anymore.

"That’s good then, some quests arrived that only you can take, 3 solo quests and one for a party, If you can, why don't you take them? "

"We still have a month before we go to the royal capital .... I'll decide after returning to the guild and checking the contents of the quest. Can Ren do the party quest too?"

"Ah, yes"

Sig-san answers, mhh but a party quest...

What is it like?

Are solo quests impossible for me

I’ll have to go to the guild and take a look tomorrow...

The three returned to the guild after getting permission to stay when Malik-san isn’t at night.

TN: Poor Sig...

Ahh It's here ＼(￣▽￣)／ I actually finished translating yesterday at like 5 AM (Because who needs sleep… ) but I was waiting for my friend to reply to my messages and it’s hard because of the time difference.

The previous translator liked to put food pictures whenever Ren cooked and as a foodie and someone who loves cooking, I really liked that so I decided to do it too!

I hope you liked it, I really like translating and it is fun also I learn so many new things.

Take care and if you see typos, grammar errors or whatever feel free to tell me, I want to do my best but English isn’t my first language and I’m still learning japanese.

#Alsar translation #alsar #Alsar c65

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mcwriting · 5 years ago

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London boy

Hi guys! I’m back with a lil quarantine pick me up! It’s been sooooo long so it felt good to write again. I’m almost done with this semester so I’m hoping I can do more writing soon. All this being said, make sure to check my note at the end about a possible part 2 and let me know what you think! Love y’all!

*Also PSA I’ve never been to London unless Heathrow airport counts so I tried to do my best research but sorry if things are wrong*

Fandom: Tom Holland

Ship: Tom Holland x y/n

Setting: Begins in Nashville, TN but mostly takes place in London

Word Count: 2299 (whew)

Warnings: Alcohol consumption? I can’t think of any others. It’s mostly fluff

Rating: Like a K or something

You were hanging out on Broadway St.

No, not the one in New York. The one in Nashville, Tennessee.

It was a place filled with great live music, dancing all night long, and lots and lots of alcohol.

You and some friends had gone out to a particular bar that another friend’s band was playing at, all dressed up in ripped up jean shorts, riding boots, and a cute cowboy hat.

As you all waited for them to get on stage, you ordered a round to loosen up a bit, you getting some Jack Daniels on the rocks.

That local flavor would forever be your first choice, especially compared to the tequila shots some of the girls chose instead.

Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, and some of their buddies strolled down Broadway, too.

Tom’s newest project was set in the city and a long day of filming called for letting loose for the night and getting to know a little bit more of Nash culture.

They came upon one place where a band was playing a Bruce Springsteen song, so they headed in, beelining to the bar.

As they waited for their own drinks, Tom turned his head to look around when he caught a glance of you, and everything seemed to move in slow motion.

You were coolly half sitting-half leaning on a barstool, sipping your drink as you soaked in the music. Your friend’s band always sounded great, but you decided to scan the room to see how other people were reacting.

You turned your head, the big curls in your hair flipping over your shoulder. As you looked straight down the bar you caught eyes with a brunette man laughing with his friends, face going slack as he stared back at you.

You looked him up and down, not taking much time to study his face, then smiled and turned back to the band.

Please come over here you thought, trying to not look again.

Tom turned to his group.

“Do you see that girl? That’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen!”

“Well then go on you div, make a conversation,” Harrison said as the others gassed Tom up, too.

The guys pushed him around a bit as he bounced up and down on his toes, trying to hype himself up.

A few moments later you saw a male figure approach from the corner of your eye. You had planned to flirt with him, but the second you turned to say something, you froze.

It was Tom. Holland.

You both stared at each other silently for a second, both surprised, until finally he spoke up, his accent clearly British among the southern Nashville drawls around you.

“Sorry to bother you, but I saw you across the bar and couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you were.”

A blush rose to your cheeks, and it took a moment before you found words to reply.

“I- thank you. You’re Tom Holland, right?” you asked incredulously.

It was his turn to blush and look at the ground. He nodded his head, a cute smile lighting up his face.

“That’s me. Now would you mind the honor of teaching me how to dance like the tennesseans?”

It took no thought to take his hand and tear up the dance floor that night.

It had been almost 3 years since you’d met Tom that in Nash. A night of dancing and drinking had led to you going back to his hotel that night.

Nothing had actually happened between you though, because you were both too drunk and sleepy to do anything but crash on top the bed.

It had, however, sparked the beginnings of an amazing romance, where in the present, you were strolling down Camden Market looking at art, clothing, and jewelry as you tried to decide where to grab food.

Hands held tightly together, you both decided to stop for a moment to look over the canal, but you instead focused your attention onto his face that glowed in the sunlight.

He turned to you and did the same, both of you grinning like kids when your eyes met.

“Oh how I love that American smile of yours,” he breathed.

“I fancy you too, darling,” you returned, heart full.

On your first trip to London, he’d taken you to Highgate, where some of his childhood friends lived. Of course you already knew Harrison, Tuwaine, and Tom’s brothers (considering most of them had been there the night you met), but you’d been nervous to make a good impression.

It wasn’t long until you were jumping into their conversation and joking too, as if you’d all been friends for years.

You and Tom had only been dating about 6 months by this point, and had somehow kept the relationship secret from the public, so it felt nice to be introduced as his girlfriend.

You’d gone into the kitchen to refresh your drink when Harrison followed behind.

“You really love him, don’t you?” he asked out of nowhere, “at least, that’s what we all think.”

You paused to think.

I guess the rumors are true...

Another trip about a year into the relationship and you’d learned to love high tea, listening to stories from Tom’s days in acting and carpentry schools, and the West End.

It was hard to believe every time you went to a show that in days past, Tom had been on that stage, too.

You’d also spent time at the pubs with him and the boys, sometimes watching rugby, other times playing pub quizzes.

There were also times that you went out dancing. It was a whole different world from line dances and country music, but over time it felt just as natural.

In the present, your time around the market had been ended early as clouds darkened and turned to gloomy rain.

It didn’t really bother you though, because as the cab took you through the city, you saw the lights glow and illuminate the glistening buildings you’d come to love.

“I’m sorry we had to cut the day short, love,” Tom whispered, squeezing your hand with his.

“Are you kidding?” you beamed, “I’ve had so much fun today! We got to explore the heart of the city, go shopping at the market, and eat great food. Plus, now we can go with everyone to that teahouse I love. What more could a girl ask for?”

“God, I love you,” he grinned as you leaned on his shoulder to look back out the window, distracting yourself for the long ride back to his house.

About a year and a half of dating, and you’d come to visit Tom while he was filming a movie at the Warner Bros. studio in Watford.

Since he was filming up north, you chose to rent a hotel in the heart of the city so Tom could stay closer to work (and therefore have more time with you).

Most of the nights he could, you’d go club in Brixton. Afternoons off were spent in Shoreditch trying restaurants and looking at art. You also got to see his buddies from Highgate again, joking and having fun just as before.

By now, your relationship was public and of course the paparazzi was often trying to photograph you, but you didn’t really mind it. It was nice getting to show the world just how in love you were with this boy.

For your two year anniversary, Tom had flown you out to the city for a romantic getaway, where instead of staying at his house like usual, he paid to have you stay in a royal suite at a 5 star hotel in the heart of London, overlooking the river.

You spent the trip mostly to yourselves, not going out to the pubs at night like usual, instead choosing to have private dinners or go to nice restaurants.

He took you shopping around Bond St, showering you with expensive things that you of course didn’t need (and had to buy a second suitcase to haul), but the gesture alone was the nicest thing a boyfriend had done for you.

Of course, you also visited with his family and had a nice time with all of them, but spending private time with Tom was the best of all.

The place you stayed made you feel like a queen (it was royal after all), and it fit the way he could never help but call you his Tennessee queen.

The lingerie he’d gotten you also came in handy, because when you emerged from the bathroom wearing only that, he would say in a husky voice,

“Babe, don’t threaten me with a good time,” before you’d do exactly that.

In the present, you were back at Tom’s place, preparing for dinner with his family when he called you to the backyard.

The rain had let up, leaving a lovely sunset sky, which is what you were expecting him to talk about once you came to the back porch.

“Wow, that’s pretty,” you stated, snapping your hoop earring shut to complete your look for the night.

Tom had said it would be a nice dinner, so you’d put on the soft pink dress he had bought earlier that day the second you said you loved it and some matching heels. You had also spent time curling your hair and doing some makeup, wanting to look and feel good.

“You look more beautiful than a thousand sunsets,” he whispered back, causing you to blush as pink as your dress. You gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

“What did you call me out here for? Shouldn’t we head out soon?”

“Right, yeah. I got distracted there for a second,” he chuckled before continuing, “Y/n, do you remember the night we met?”

“Of course. I’ll keep that day burned into my memory until the day I die.”

“Well, that night I told my mates that you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and it’s still true. I don’t regret a single thing about the past 3 years of loving you.”

Your heart began to pound and you tried to steady your breathing. Was this it? Was this what you thought it was?

God, I hope so a voice in your head was screaming.

He took your hands in his and squeezed them.

“Y/n L/n, I love you so dearly. I’ve probably loved you since the night I took you back to my hotel and I woke up to find you laying atop my bed and just didn’t realize it then.”

He began to bend his knees and reached a hand into his pocket, butterflies now rising in your stomach like nothing before.

“I want to love you for the rest of my life. Y/n L/n, will you marry me?” His hands held open a box with the most perfect ring you’d ever seen.

Tears welled up in your eyes and a watery smile rose to your face. You were speechless, so at first all you could do was nod, then finally you exclaimed,

“YES!”

Both of your hands were shaking as he slipped the ring onto your left hand, and then he stood up, pressing you into a deep kiss.

You were on cloud nine.

You heard shouts behind you, breaking the kiss to see Harrison and Tuwaine cheering and recording on their phones.

“Wait a second, where’s Harry?”

Nearby, a bush rustled and out stepped the twin, camera in hand.

“You guys all really planned this for me?” you asked, elated.

“Anything for you, babe. I was worried that it would be ruined by the rain, but it looks like things worked out just right,” he answered.

You stared down at the ring, still not quite believing everything, but your gaze eventually fell down to your watch.

“Well, I hate to kill the mood, but I’m so hungry I don’t know what to do with myself, and it’s time to go anyways, so let’s get out of here!”

You rode in Tom’s car while the other boys piled into Harry’s. They arrived first and were waiting at the door when you arrived.

“Alright, follow us, we have a private room,” Haz said, the three boys leading you and Tom that way.

You had a feeling the dinner was an engagement celebration, but had no expectation of what happened next.

The doors opened to tons of people yelling “Congratulations!” while holding cute balloons and champagne glasses. You scanned the room and were happy to see Tom’s family and friends from London and home, including the one’s that had been there that night in Nashville.

The most surprising thing, however, was your family. You hadn’t seen them in almost a month due to work and travel, so immediately you ran into their arms.

“She said yes, by the way!” Tom exclaimed happily, causing another round of cheers from the crowd.

“I can’t believe you all came!” you said to everyone, especially towards your US friends.

“Well it wouldn’t be a real engagement if we didn’t celebrate with something special,” one friend said.

“What do you mean?”

With that, she plopped a hat onto your head. You pulled it off, confused until you got a good look at it. It was the hat you were wearing the night you met Tom.

“We were gonna bring the boots and booty shorts, too, but I think what you’ve got goin’ on is a little classier,” another friend piped up, garnering laughs from your friend group.

You pressed the hat back over your head, not caring if it squished the curls you’d gotten to lay perfectly not too long before.

“Well, then. Let’s get this rodeo started!” you exclaimed, gathering yet another of many cheers you and Tom would receive that night and for years to come.

A/N: Omg guys. I did it. I wrote something new. I’m thinking about making this a two shot, where the second part is more from Tom’s perspective and explores his visits to the US and I’ll call it Nashville Girl. Idk if any good songs exist that would tie in but whatever.

Anyways, love you all and thank you for your continued support! Please stay safe and STAY HOME!

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misssophiachase · 4 years ago

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I’m back, hope you liked the first part! You can read from the beginning on AO3 and FF.

Synopsis: She skipped bail and he’s tasked to track her down. As a seasoned bounty hunter, it’s a fairly routine job on paper for Klaus Mikaelson but then he meets Caroline Forbes and has no idea what to do with her.

Thrill of the Chase - Part Two: Man Down

Cumberland County, TN, (Interstate 40) - Caroline

Karma was a bitch, currently disguised as a blown-out tire.

Caroline kicked it a few times in frustration but then stopped realising her heels weren't fully equipped to soften the blow.

"Mother chucker," she hissed, rubbing her sore foot.

Caroline decided then and there she was woeful at this whole ‘on the run’ lifestyle. Not only with her poor choice of footwear but the fact she had no spare tire, and even if she did, no jack to change it.

Only she would decide to skip her bail hearing and not complete the requisite checks required on the vehicle aiding and abetting her getaway from New York City.

She could hear her idiot, car-obsessed ex-boyfriend berating her for not taking proper care of her convertible. Caroline figured she must have done it despite him. Unfortunately, her stubborn ability to hold a grudge had led her to this moment and he was clearly still tormenting her from afar. Ass.

It really wasn’t her day. Actually, who was she kidding? It wasn’t her year.

2.5 hours earlier

“How’s my little fugitive?” She’d asked after the call connected, while Caroline was still singing along with Rhianna about shooting a man down in Central Station.

“I’m fine,” she lied, turning down the music.

“Liar,” she countered. “I heard Rhianna, things must be desperate.”

“I’m getting into character,” she offered.

“This isn’t high school drama club, Care,” she sighed.

“What ever happened to you being the bad influence?” She growled. Katherine Pierce had been well renowned at their prep school on the Upper East Side for her questionable reputation. “I recall having to cover for you more than a few times.”

“For smoking in the girls’ toilets.”

“And the rest. I also seem to recall other less PG things happening in that bathroom too, Kitty Kat,” she laughed, despite everything else.

“Good times,” she chuckled. “So, where are you now?”

“Bristol.” For some reason, every time she crossed a state border, Caroline felt relieved. Like the more miles she put between herself and Manhattan the better.

“Welcome to Tennessee,” she squealed excitedly. “You’ll be here in Nashville with me before you know it.”

“Thankfully,” she murmured, pleased to see a familiar face. “But I can’t stay too long.”

“I know,” she drawled. “You’re a woman on a mission.”

“I promised,” she insisted.

“And, as your best friend, I know more about your ability to keep a promise than most. Please tell me we can get obscenely drunk before you go at least?”

“Are you kidding? We have so much time to make up for,” Caroline smiled. “And now that I’m a felon on the run who knows what I might do under the influence?” Katherine’s laughed intermingled with her own until she stopped suddenly and Caroline could already tell what she was going to say next.

“Do you think maybe you should have stayed and…”

“You are really killing my fugitive vibe, Pierce,” she interrupted. “I couldn’t stay there, you know that. I needed to get away, it was stifling and had been for a while.”

“Your father certainly has that suffocation gift down.”

“Lucky me,” she muttered. Katherine was responding but she was breaking up and difficult to decipher. “Kat, I can’t understand you.” She could hear her voice cutting in and out until the line went dead.

As stupid as it sounded, Caroline really didn’t want to talk about him so it was probably good timing the cell reception dropped out when it did.

Although interstate 40 was a busy route, Caroline hadn’t seen many cars that time of the day. She’d noticed mile marker 337 not long before her tire blew out, interrupting her fugitive themed playlist in the process.

Now, here she was stranded and trying to get someone to pull over. Easy, right?

Although, wasn’t that how people were kidnapped and killed? That’s what her parents had drummed into her since she was young and although she was supposed to be rebelling against society it still didn’t feel right or safe.

Caroline winced thinking about her parents again. She’d already ignored their steady stream of calls since leaving New York and was too afraid to listen to her voicemail. She was fairly certain if Liz and Bill were disappointed in her after committing her crime they were royally pissed about her running away.

So, the fact her cell reception was non-existent was timely because her parents’ calls weren’t getting through but it also meant no calling for help hence her current predicament.

She decided to push aside every sensible thought and think about what would Thelma and Louise do? Well, besides that driving into the Grand Canyon part.

Caroline was madly trying to remember if general hitchhiker etiquette was to hold out a thumb or not. Pity she was wearing jeans otherwise she might have flashed a little leg like she’d seen in movies.

While inwardly arguing with herself, Caroline heard a loud crunch synonymous with tires on gravel.

The silver Lincoln was impressive looking but what she couldn’t get past was the person behind the wheel.

Even wearing aviators, she could make out an enticing pair of crimson lips curved into a curious smile and untamed, dark blonde hair that curled over his ears teasingly. His black henley was open at the top, a few necklaces peeking out that were just begging to be pulled upon.

Looks like her Brad Pitt had arrived just in time.

Caroline just hoped he wasn’t going to ask too many questions.

Klaus

Usually, when Klaus had to apprehend a skip it took a lot more than two hours but yet here she was standing on the roadside.

He had to open and close his eyes a few times to check they weren’t playing tricks on him. But here she was basically standing there waiting to be caught. His intel from Lucien was supposedly a reliable destination in Nashville but it looks like he wouldn’t need that anymore.

Klaus recognised her straight away given the picture his friend had sent through had been running through his mind ever since. One thing was for sure that her photo, albeit flawless, still didn’t do her justice.

Those fitted, dark jeans were showcasing a lithe pair of legs, her red and white striped tee highlighting her creamy skin and those golden waves were fanned out perfectly over her shoulders. And that was before he’d even studied her face of expressive, blue eyes with some kissable, pink lips.

Given Sex on Fire was blasting through his speakers, it seemed almost apt given the way his nether regions weren’t cooperating.

But Klaus was a professional and knew he had a job to do.

He still couldn’t believe he was doing this in the first place but Lucien had begged and pleaded. Lucien never did that. Ever.

2.5 hours earlier

“Even if I could help, you know Rebekah would murder me if I don’t...”

“Kol tells me the family reunion is in a week, you’ve got the time, mate.” Klaus balled up his fists remembering to kill his brother when he saw him. “

Who is it?”

“Excuse me?”

“This walk in the park? In and out, no trouble? Last time I checked that’s a little beneath my skill set, Castle.”

“Agreed but this case is special. I, uh, sort of know her father.” Klaus nearly swerved off the road given how unexpected that confession was.

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Klaus, please?” He pleaded. “Let’s just say he’s well-known in the city not to mention extremely powerful and can’t risk this getting out publicly.”

“So, let me get this straight,” he growled, his frustration growing. “You want me to chase down some rich, daddy’s little girl who decided to ruffle his feathers by getting arrested?”

“Well…”

“Wow,” he groaned. “Rebekah’s demand is suddenly not so bad.”

“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important, Klaus,” he insisted. “And if you do this I’ll be in your debt. Any skip you want I'll get.” Klaus had to admit it was an enticing offer, especially given all of the revenge he could exact.

“Keep talking.”

“So, you’ll do it?”

“I want to know everything first,” he replied gruffly. “Who her father is and what the hell she did.”

When Lucien told her what Caroline Forbes had done he was surprised but another part of him was intrigued. Seeing her picture had done nothing to dampen his curiosity either.

Her father was a whole other story and Klaus was beginning to realise that she wasn’t just any other skip. She was a liability, an expose waiting to happen. No wonder he was hoping to keep it under wraps as long as possible.

Now, peering at her through his windshield, Klaus had to decide how he was going to handle this. Handle her.

Should he use the handcuffs or not? Should he identify himself from the outset or not? Was she a flight risk and more savvy than expected? Or was she just crying out for attention from daddy and would be compliant and come easily?

Klaus never had to question himself. He always worked on pure instinct and it had served him well in the past. Let's hope it did this time.

As he opened the car door and eased himself out from behind the wheel, Klaus knew was this certainly wasn’t going to be dull.

Soundtrack: Man Down (Rihanna) Sex on Fire (Kings of Leon)

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skeptycats · 4 years ago

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Vicky Archives #4

CODE OF THE CLANS - A little light humour

Vicky Holmes, the former editor of the Warriors series, has been doing short extract readings on Facebook since the start of the UK lockdown back in March. There’s some really cool anecdotes hidden within some of these videos, so I decided to begin penning them down for posterity and easy reference.

I won’t be transcribing filler, hedging and false starts but I’m including some amount of preamble just to be comprehensive.

A little short one this week! My health is a little poor at the moment so it’s a couple days late anyway, but I hope you enjoy!

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Hello! It is Tuesday, March the 31st, last day of March, and I’m in a bit of a down mood today, I’m sure a lot of us are. The realities of lockdown are setting in, I’m bored, I want to go shopping - and I never want to go shopping! I’d just like a change of scene.

I decided today to go for some light relief. I’m going to do a reading from Code of the Clans, which was I think the first book I wrote completely on my own, so I storylined it, brainstormed it, and actually did all the writing on my own. It’s a lot harder without Kate or Cherith to help because obviously I was responsible for all of the words, but I was also able to play with the Erin Hunter voice myself. It was lovely, and I really enjoyed it.

Code of the Clans is something which we call non-fiction. Obviously it’s still fiction, but it was delving into the world behind Warriors. The structure, the heritage, the religion. It was just a pure exercise in fantasy, it was a delight.

I’m going to read a short section from Code #11, which is ‘boundaries must be checked and marked daily. Challenge all trespassing cats.’ I’m going to read a short scene in which Whitestorm teaches border tactics to some familiar faces when they were apprentices. I can remember when I wrote it I was smiling, and giggling to myself. I’m probably going to do the same now, so forgive me for effectively laughing at my own jokes. We all need a bit of humour today.

Is every cat here? Firepaw, Graypaw, Ravenpaw, Sandpaw, and Dustpaw? Dustpaw, stop trying to push Firepaw into the brambles. I’m not blind; I can see what you’re doing. Firepaw, go to the other end of the line. Sandpaw, he does not have fleas! Stand still, all of you.

As Lionheart told you, we’re going to practice border defense today. You can be the patrol, and I’ll be a deputy from another Clan who’s crossed the boundary. Who’d like to lead the patrol? Don’t look so terrified, Ravenpaw. I won’t make you be the leader if you don’t want to be. Graypaw, why don’t you have first turn? If you could just pick up that stick in your mouth and use it to draw a line across the sand, we’ll call that the border. Sandpaw, it doesn’t matter that the line is wobbly. Boundaries aren’t whisker-straight, code are they? So, you’re on that side, walking along on a dawn patrol. Off you go, patrol!

Did you really need to yawn like that, Graypaw? Oh, I see, it’s because it’s the dawn patrol, and you’re tired. Well, let’s pretend you all had a really good night’s sleep and are full of energy. Now, what should you be doing? Yes, sniffing, tasting the air—what for? That’s right, Sandpaw. ThunderClan border marks. And what else? Yes, Firepaw. The border marks of the other Clan. But only where the two borders meet. Beside the river and the Thunderpath, it would be bad news to find any scents of RiverClan or ShadowClan, because it would mean they’d crossed over from their side. So keep sniffing.

Maybe not that much, Sandpaw. Have a good sneeze and you should get the sand out of your nose. So, border marks, border marks. Can you smell both sets? Good. But what’s this? A cat from another Clan has ignored the marks and stepped over your border?

No, Ravenpaw, I didn’t mean we were actually being invaded. The cat from the other Clan is me. See how I just stepped over the line in the sand? What are you going to do about it? Wha . . .whoa! Stop treading on my ears!

Well, yes, Dustpaw, launching an attack and knocking me back across the border is one option. But is it wise to take on a cat twice your size? Or a trained warrior with more experience than you? The purpose of a patrol is to assess the situation and report back to your Clan leader. You won’t be able to do that if your pelt is clawed to shreds at the farthest part of the territory from the camp. Any other ideas?

How about asking what I’m doing? I might have a valid reason for crossing the border, especially if I’m alone. That’s right, Graystripe: [TN: Vicky points out the name error here] What do you want? is a good way to start. Don’t be too hostile: Remember, you are in the stronger position, because this is your territory and you have the right to defend it. Unless I have a very good explanation for crossing your border, I don’t have any rights at all. What do you think my reply might be?

Yes, Ravenpaw, I might need your help. My Clan might have been invaded, we might have serious trouble with prey, or we might have sickness that needs your herbs. All these reasons would mean that I am weak, so you can allow me into your territory but never out of sight.

If I am hostile, then meet me with hostility—which isn’t the same as aggression, Dustpaw. You’ve started with a strong challenge—What do you want?—and now you need to give me some sort of warning. Ravenpaw, what would you say?

Hmmm. If you’re going to threaten to claw a cat’s ears, you should try not to look so terrified at the prospect. Firepaw, would you like to try? Ah, yes, I like that you indicated the rest of your patrol. It’s always good to let the enemy know they’re outnumbered. Sandpaw, put that fire ant down. No, I don’t care that Firepaw might not know what it is. Now is not the right time to show him—and he certainly doesn’t need to get bitten by one.

So, you’ve challenged the trespasser, warned me that there’s a whole patrol here that can take me to your Clan leader if that’s what I wish; what next? That’s right, Graypaw, let me—the intruder—speak. If I can’t give you a convincing explanation for what I’m doing on your territory, if I don’t ask to be taken to Bluestar at once, then chase me off with no more questions. Don’t provoke a full-scale war—chasing means chasing, not catching and clawing. Just make it clear that you will defend your boundaries from any kind of invasion, even one paw across the border. A good warrior is always ready to fight, but only if it’s absolutely necessary: A good warrior will seek a peaceful, claws-sheathed solution first.

You will all make good warriors one day. Don’t look so doubtful, Ravenpaw. You need to find only a little more courage to be as good as your denmates. Your hunting skills are excellent— Dustpaw, you’d do well to watch him. Who knows? You might even lead this Clan one day!

Now, back to camp, all of you, and leave this old warrior to enjoy the sun in peace.

BEHIND THE SCENES

That was fun. Always cheers me up to revisit some of the humour, and there was a lot of humour in Warriors. Both Kate and Cherith excelled at introducing some comedy, especially around kits interacting with the older cats.

That’s something I was very aware of when I was writing the ‘non-fiction’ books like Code of the Clans and Battles of the Clans. It’s very easy to think of Warriors as super intense and super involved and traumatic and emotional, but you can’t sustain that. It’s exhausting to write and it’s exhausting to read, just as it’s exhausting to live. I think at the moment there’s a danger that we’re all sort of living on a bit of a knife’s edge, living on our nerves, and I’m certainly starting to feel that. It’s okay to take a break, with your writing and with your general day-to-day life. Laughter is the best medicine, literally. Writing about kits just gives me the giggles every time. And yes, it feels self-indulgent to laugh at my own jokes, but hey, I’m on my own, I have to make my own jokes.

It was very interesting there because of course I spotted a typo - one of my famous errors! - that Graypaw had been referred to as Graystripe. Obviously I wrote Code of the Clans when we were probably on series two at least, if not three, so I was thinking of these cats as their warriors names, and obviously forgot I was supposed to be calling Graypaw ‘Graypaw’ there. I have obviously made lots of mistakes over the years. I think my favourites are the fact that Heavystep died and comes back to life several times, and Rowanclaw started off as a she-cat and then pops up as a tom. So we could perhaps claim the first transitioned fictional cat? But it was an honest mistake.

One of my fondest memories from going on tour is when I would turn up in a bookshop and some very earnest little child would turn up with a book full of post-it notes, and they’d solemnly say that they’d pointed out all the typos and errors in the book and marked them with post-its, and would I like to take the book away so I could do the corrections. No, is the short answer. I’m sorry for the mistakes, but it’s not up to me to correct them. That’s the publishing, that’s further down the line. We have corrected errors in some books, but it has to be big mistakes, you have to go in and change the printing plate. All I can humbly say is ‘I’m sorry’. I’ve written a lot of words, they’re not always going to be the right ones.

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thehelleniclunarwitch · 5 years ago

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Aces of Spades (01)

Steve Rogers x Reader

Bucky Barnes x Reader Twin

Yeah, hi, it’s not like I don’t have enough on my plate, but here’s my new story. Bucky and Steve are part of a Motorcycle Club.

Tagged: @justgrits @charmed-asylum

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*Four Years Ago*

Graduation had come and gone. With her twin by her side, Y/n and Y/tn walked across the stage and accepted their diplomas. They would be spending one last summer at their cabin by the lake with their friends and family before going off to school. Y/n and Y/tn were both on scholarships. Y/tn had a full ride to her dream school for her academics where she would be going to school for nursing. Y/n scored herself a massive full ride scholarship to her school for soccer where she would be taking up Journalism. The twins were so excited to be done with high school and moving onto the next chapter of their life. They, of course, were sad that they weren’t going to school together, but they wouldn’t be far away from each other.

“Y/n! Y/tn!” Two familiar voices started shouting out after them.

Turning together, the twins were swept up in huge arms. Y/n giggled as Steve spun her around. Her arms wrapped around his neck and he tightened his grip around her waist as he spun her around. Steve and Bucky, were best friends and they were also the twins’ best friends. Had been ever since they were youngsters. Their parents all grew up together.

“Congrats, brat,” Steve said and Y/n smiled at him.

“Thanks,” Y/n said.

Setting her back down, Steve released Y/n so he could sweep Y/tn up in a huge hug. Y/n jumped at Bucky and he caught her swiftly. She hugged him tightly. Steve and Bucky were inseparable from the twins. They were two years older than them. Growing up together, the girls always had bodyguards and as the boys’ friend group grew so did their list of protectors. Before Y/n could get the chance to start looking around for her parents, Bucky was pulling her attention back to him.

“Well, how does it feel to be all graduated?” Bucky asked her.

“Surreal,” Y/n replied with a grin on her face.

“Let’s head down to the bar for food and drinks,” Steve beamed.

“Steve, you know we can’t drink,” Y/tn said teasingly, shaking her head.

It didn’t matter, though. Their friend group had the best parents. They let the kids have fun as long as it was on their property and they handed over their keys. Y/n just liked giving Steve such a hard time about it.

“Hey, what happens at the bar stays at the bar,” Bucky said with a wink.

Y/n could only shake her head at both of them. Gathering up their things, the girls walked with Steve and Bucky to where their bikes were parked. Y/n climbed onto the back of Steve’s bike and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. With one last look behind her, Y/n didn’t see her parents so she turned back around and rested her head on Steve’s back.

Their small town of St. Haven had just a little under 1000 people taking up occupancy. A small school took up one side of town, there was a grocery store, library, town hall, and some other smaller shops. In the south part of their town sat the bar. Ace of Spades was the MC’s club. To the locals, it was a biker bar. Most people veered away from it.

Most brave souls didn’t last long though. It was a little too rough and tough for them. The bikers all thought that it was hilarious that the locals couldn’t handle a little bar fight here and there. But behind the bar image and motorcycle club, there was a real operation happening behind closed doors.

Howard Stark, George Barnes, and Joseph Rogers started this MC years ago. Behind the scenes, they run weapons and drugs across the borders to other clubs. As the three of them got married and had kids they started to build not only their family but their empire. They groomed their sons and their friend’s sons to take over the business.

Y/n and Y/tn’s parents weren’t part of the MC, but they did grow up with them. They knew about what the club was really up to and they kept their secret, but also helped out in any way they could. The club always took care of them and when they had their girls the club was quick to step in and help. The girls gained groups of friends once Steve and Bucky had become their friends.

The girls knew the boys grew up in the MC, but they didn’t know about what the club really did. They trusted the boys more than their own family. The MC was their family though too. They all loved and adored the twins. Of course, there were rumblings around town. People that rubbed the MC the wrong way loved to trash talk them. The girls had heard whispering, but they played it off as them being bitter.

Pulling up outside of the club, Y/n and Y/tn climbed off the back of the bikes and hurried inside. Both girls were caught off guard when the room exploded with confetti and cheers. Everyone was clapping and smiling as they stood around cheering on the girls. A large banner hung over the bar that read Congratulations Y/n and Y/tn. Y/n didn’t get a chance to look for her parents before a group of people suddenly surrounded her and her twin.

Howard, George, and Joseph surrounded the girls first to pull them in for hugs. Y/n sunk into Joseph’s arms and sighed. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She loved her parents. They were her parents, but Y/n had always been so close with Joseph. It helped a little that she was head over heels in love with Steve, but she would die before admitting that secret.

“I am so proud of you kiddo,” Joseph said.

“Thanks, Papa Joe,” Y/n said, giving him a tight squeeze.

“Sorry, we weren’t all there to greet you after you walked,” Joseph said.

Y/n looked around the bar. “I can see why you guys had to leave right away. This is quite the party,”

“Only the best for our girls,” Joseph said.

Leaned up against Joseph, his arm was around her waist as he led her around the bar so she could greet all of the guests that came to celebrate her graduation. George had Y/tn on the other side of the room. Y/n caught Steve’s eye and he just smiled at her. All Y/n wanted to do was stand in the corner with Steve and whisper amongst them.

At the other end of the bar, Martha and Sarah were standing there. Y/n went over to the two older women and gave them both a hug. The OG women were all soft, sweet, but a badass and you never wanted to be on their bad side.

“Thank you for the party, you know Y/tn and I really appreciate it,” Y/n said.

“Anything for you, love,” Sarah said, kissing her cheek.

After a good hour of working the room, Y/n finally found herself alone with Steve. Steve took her hand in his and led her upstairs, past all of the bedrooms, and to the stairs that would take them right up to the balcony on the back of the bar.

“So my parents?” Y/n began before taking a leaning against the railing.

Steve sighed. He looked away from her. Y/n and Y/tn thought the world of their parents. But Steve knew so many of their dirty secrets that he knew if the twins knew the truth that the two of them would never be able to look at their parents the same way.

“They had to work,” Steve began.

“Club business?” Y/n asked him.

“Yeah,” Steve lied.

“Well, at least I have your family. Y/tn and I are so lucky to have you guys,” Y/n said.

Steve slung his arm around her as he leaned against her.

“I’d give you the whole world, you know,” Steve said.

“I know,” Y/n smiled.

“Here, I got you something,” Steve said, digging into his pocket.

“Steve,” Y/n whined. “You know I hate gifts,”

Steve chuckled. “I know, but you’ll like this I promise,”

Y/n only rolled her eyes. He pulled out a slim black box and held it out towards her. Y/n gave him a questioning look before taking the box and flipped the top open. A silver charm bracelet sat nestled in the box. There were a few sunflowers dangling from the bracelet and some other odd and end charms.

“All of the charms mean something to us and our friends,” Steve said as he started to point out the different charms and their meanings.

Y/n was trying so hard not to start crying.

“Thank you,” Y/n whispered as he placed the bracelet onto her wrist.

“Don’t want you going off to college and forget about me,” Steve teased.

Y/n instantly leaned against him and let out a sigh. Steve wrapped an arm around her so he could hold her tightly. The two watched the sunset as the party raged on below them.

The pair stayed up on the balcony for what seemed like an eternity. When the two of them finally went back down to join the others, Pietro was quick to scoop Y/n away from Steve. When Steve had tried pulling her back, Pietro only laughed and quickly dragged Y/n across the bar.

Steve sighed, ran a hand through his blonde hair, and then went to join his dad and George. Joseph and George greeted Steve with a big smile.

“I see that the party is a hit,” George grinned as Y/tn laughed as Clint spun her around.

“Yeah, it is,” Steve said.

Joseph could tell that there was something wrong with his boy.

“What’s the matter, Steve?” Joseph asked.

“She asked about their parents,” Steve replied.

George and Joseph glanced at one another.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t say anything. She thinks they are doing something for the club,” Steve said before his dad could ask any more questions.

“Good, that’s good,” Joseph hummed.

“But you know, we are going to have to tell them the truth,” Steve said.

“We know, but tonight is not the time,” George said.

Steve fell silent as he sipped his beer. Steve had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that something wasn’t right. Besides all of the lying that he has done to his girls over the years there was just something else that was looming over him, the others, and this club.

Y/n was laughing as she finally freed herself from Pietro’s grasp and went over to her twin. Y/tn grabbed a hold of her and the two made their way towards the bar to get something to drink.

“This is the best graduation party ever,” Y/tn beamed.

“Yes,” Y/n giggled.

Y/tn was suddenly pulled away by Bucky. Bucky pulled her down to his bedroom.

“Bucky, the party,” Y/tn whined.

“Come on, I have a gift for you,” Bucky said.

Y/tn stopped whining as she saw Bucky pull off the gift from the top of his dresser. The box was small and wrapped in bright blue wrapping paper. A silver bow was messily stuck on top. Bucky was grinning as he held the gift out towards Y/tn. Y/tn took the present, neatly pulled off the bow and then unwrapped the gift. Y/tn pushed off the lid and tossed the tissue paper off to the side.

“Oh Bucky,” Y/tn gushed.

She pulled out the necklace. It had a sunflower pendant hanging off the end. Bucky leaned forward to grab the pendant. He showed Y/tn how the sunflower was a locket and it opened. Inside there on the right was a picture of him and Y/tn and on the left was Y/n and Steve.

“I love it,” Y/tn’s lip quivered.

She moved her hair off to the side so Bucky could help clasp the necklace around her throat. The gold chain was lightweight and it fits perfectly. Turning around, Y/tn threw her arms around Bucky’s neck and he caught her carefully.

“Thank you,” Y/tn said.

The two stood embraced for a long period. Bucky was going to miss this. He was going to miss Y/tn and Y/n being up in his space. This was their last summer together before the girls went off to college.

Bucky and Y/tn went back into the party. Y/tn went right to Y/n. The girls leaned against each other as they watched as everyone around them continued to celebrate. Y/n looked at her twin.

“We need to talk,” Y/n told her.

Y/tn looked at her.

“What’s wrong?” Y/tn asked.

Y/n looked around before dragging Y/tn out of the bar and into the chilly night. There were too many people around. Too many ears that could hear her and go right back to Joseph and the others. Y/tn instantly wrapped her arms around her to help keep herself warm. She stared at her twin. Y/tn could tell that something was really bothering Y/n.

“I think something is going on with our parents,” Y/n said.

Y/tn shot her sister a look. “What are you talking about?”

“I know our parents aren’t the world’s best parents, but they would have been here, Y/tn. They wouldn’t have just got up and done a job for the club on our big night,” Y/n explained.

Y/tn bit her lip as she mulled over her sister’s concerns. Y/n had a point. They loved their parents. They weren’t perfect, but she loved their little family. Their parents never missed a milestone event in their life. So why now?

“Maybe now is the time we bring our concerns we’ve heard rumors about them,” Y/tn said.

Y/n looked at her twin. That was a big deal. Anytime, Y/n had brought that idea up, Y/tn would shut down and it was never brought up for a long time.

The two had always heard rumors about the club, but they always brushed them off. They were their friends and they trusted what they had to say. The girls always just blindly followed them. Maybe those rumors were true. And if they were the twins weren’t even sure how they would handle it.

The twins went back inside to finish out the party. After all of the guests were gone, it was just Y/tn, Y/n, Steve, Bucky, and their parents. They were all working together to clean up the bar from the party.

“Why don’t you take the girls home. They shouldn’t have to pick up after their own party,” Winni said.

Y/tn tossed a look towards Y/n.

“Actually, could we talk to you guys about something,” Y/n said.

Joseph and George looked at each other.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked.

“You guys have been more than just our friends. You’re our family. We trust you and respect you, but the lying has to stop,” Y/n said, she had to just rip the bandaid off and get this over with.

“What are you talking about Y/n?” Bucky asked.

“We’re not dumb, you know,” Y/tn snapped.

“Of course, we know that,” Steve said.

“Then why do you continue to lie to us. We’ve heard the rumors about you and this club. I never wanted to say anything and to second guess you, but our parents would never have missed this party,” Y/n said.

“Girls, you have no idea what you’re opening,” Joseph said.

Y/n turned her dark eyes towards Joseph. “I have done nothing, but blindly trust your lead. We have all graduated and out of school. We are on our way to adulthood. Please stop lying and tell us the truth,”

“You’re not going to like this. None of this,” George said.

“No!” Steve snarled.

“Son, it’s time,” Joseph said.

“Steve’s right, we can’t,” Bucky argued.

“Boys,” Sarah sighed.

“Is it true?” Y/tn asked as she was staring at Bucky.

“What exactly?” George asked.

“Are you more than a motorcycle club?” Y/tn asked.

“Yes,” George answered carefully.

“Do you sell weapons and move drugs across the border?” Y/n asked.

Steve sucked in a breath. He had no idea that the girls had known anything about the MC.

“Who has been in your ear, girl?” Joseph asked.

“There are enough people in our small town that like to talk,” Y/n snipped.

“Our club does what it is necessary to survive and make sure that we can take care of our families,” George explained.

“So the murders that are connected to the club?” Y/tn asked.

Bucky shot her a look.

“I know how to use a computer, Bucky,” Y/tn hissed.

“Girls,” Sarah sighed. “There is just so much information that you’re missing,”

Y/n looked at Joseph and then locked eyes with Steve. “What about our parents?”

The room was so quiet that you’d be able to hear a pin drop. Y/tn was watching George and Bucky carefully trying to see if either of them were going to flinch or make a move.

“I know our parents aren’t the best in the world. We also know how much you’ve helped them out. We’ve heard them talking late at night about money problems. We both know that they are working for you,” Y/n explained.

“But we also know that they wouldn’t have missed this party for the world,” Y/tn added.

“Y/n. Y/tn. Please don’t keep pushing this,” Steve begged them.

“No, we’ve been put on the back burner for long enough. Where are our parents?” Y/n pushed.

“Girls, your parents aren’t coming back,” George said, finally breaking the silence.

Y/tn immediately reached out and took her twin’s hand in hers. Y/n squeezed her sister's hand reassuring her that everything was going to be okay. Even though all Y/n wanted to do was scream and cry she couldn’t do that right now. Y/n looked over at Steve.

“Were you ever going to tell me the truth?” She asked him.

Steve looked down at the floor.

“If I had told you that I loved you?” Y/n asked him.

Steve couldn’t even bring himself to look up at her. She could feel her heart breaking.

“I never wanted you, the two of you to know what the club is. What Buck and I do for this club,” Steve finally said.

Y/n had to bite her lip to keep herself from crying.

“So, you’re okay with lying to me?” Y/tn asked now looking at Bucky.

“Please, we were only trying to keep you safe,” Bucky said.

Y/n looked away from Steve. Her eyes settled on Joseph. The two of them were staring each other down.

“Since it was said that my parents are gone that means that they aren’t on vacation. My parents had a life insurance policy,”

George cut her off. “Nobody said they were dead and it’s going to stay that way,”

Y/n let out a sigh of anger. “That money would help Y/tn and I with expenses,”

Steve looked at her in confusion. “What are you talking about? You’re our family. A part of this club, we would take care of you,”

“Oh, you think that in between semesters Y/tn and I would ever come back here? I was afraid that all of this is true. Now that I know that it is and that all of you would blatantly lie to us. I’m never stepping foot in St. Haven ever again,” Y/n snarled.

“Y/n, please,” Steve began to plead.

“I don’t want to hear it,” She growled.

“Kiddo, please, you have to let us explain everything to you,” George pleaded.

Y/n settled her angry eyes on Joseph.

“I trusted you. You were a father to me. I followed you blindly for so long. I fell in love with your son. Only to be made into a fool. I can never trust you again,” Y/n said.

“If you leave St. Haven for good, we won’t be able to protect you,” Joseph said.

“We don’t need your protection,” Y/tn growled next to her twin.

“You two don’t understand other clubs that aren’t part of our circle will hurt you to hurt us,” Sarah softly spoke up.

“Why would it matter when the people I’ve called family for so long have already done that?” Y/n asked.

“Y/n, Y/tn, please, just let’s all sit down and we can talk about this,” Winnie said.

“Why? To give you guys more time to lie to us? Bucky, we have always been so open and honest to each other. This feels like everything I know about you is a lie,” Y/tn said.

“Girls, if you walk out that door,” Joseph began to threaten.

“I’ll go to Chief Rhodey,” Y/n snarled.

“Darlin’, you’re going to learn very quickly who’s on our payroll,” Joseph said.

Y/n shook her head.

“Stay away from me. Stay away from Y/tn. I’m begging you all to just leave us alone,” Y/n said.

And before Y/n could open a can of whoop ass on Steve and Bucky both for betraying the twins, Y/tn was dragging Y/n out of the club. Somebody had driven the girls car to the bar after graduation. Y/tn found the keys in the ignition and started the car. Y/n slammed herself into the passenger seat.

“Y/n,” Y/tn said.

“Let’s just go home,” Y/n said.

Y/tn nodded and then pulled away from the club. The car ride was quiet as the girls didn’t really know what to say to one another. When Y/tn pulled into the driveway Y/n sat up a little straighter when she saw Wanda and Natasha sitting on the porch.

“Go in through the garage, okay?” Y/n asked.

“Y/n,” Y/tn began.

“I love you, but you’ve got a weak spot for the girls. Let me take care of this,” Y/n teased with a small smile.

“You’re right,” Y/tn gave in.

The girls exited the car. Y/tn shot the girls a look before zooming past Y/n and into the garage. Y/n walked towards the front door and started to pull out her house keys.

“Those boys sure like to work fast, huh?” Y/n asked.

“If you won’t listen to them, then maybe you’ll listen to us,” Wanda said with hope.

“I’m really not in the mood to duke it out with the two of you,” Y/n said as she went up to the front door.

“You’ve got to give us a chance to explain,” Natasha urged.

“Did you know that they were going to kill my parents?” Y/n asked.

Natasha and Wanda glanced at one another.

“That’s what I thought,” Y/n said, unlocking the front door.

“You don’t know what’s going on,” Natasha said.

“What I know is that the people I called my family have been lying to me for years and now are responsible for the deaths of my parents,” Y/n shot back.

As Y/n opened the door to slip inside, Natasha grabbed her by the arm. Y/n looked down to Natasha’s hand and then back up to Natasha.

“Let go of me,” Y/n snarled.

“Please don’t do this,” Wanda whispered.

Y/n removed Natasha’s hand and looked at both redheads.

“Don’t contact me or Y/tn ever again,” Y/n said before firmly shutting the door in their faces.

Y/tn was in the living room she had been watching the whole exchange. Y/n turned towards her sister. Tears were already streaming down her face.

“Y/tn,” Y/n said softly.

“They’re really gone,” She whispered.

Y/n was quick to pull her sister in for a hug.

“It’s going to be okay, Y/tn,” Y/n said.

“How do you know?” Y/tn asked.

“Because we have each other and that’s all that matters from here on out,” Y/n said.

Y/tn nodded before burying her face in her twin’s neck. Y/n held onto Y/tn tightly as she urged herself not to break down. Y/tn needed her so now was not the time for her to show weakness.

*Four Years Later*

The Uhaul pulled up in front of the house. Neighbors were already looking out their windows to get a first look at the new people moving into the neighborhood. The twins stepped out of the Uhaul. They were laughing as they walked towards the back and opened the door.

Another moving truck pulled up behind them. The movers got out and walked towards the girls.

“Y/tn, is going to show you the bedrooms and where everything can go,” Y/n said.

The movers nodded and then followed Y/tn into the house. Y/n released the hatch on the first moving truck to release Y/tn’s car. She moved to the other truck to release her own car. The movers came out and started to unpack the trucks.

Y/tn came to stand next to her twin.

“This house is more amazing up close and personal,” Y/tn said.

Y/n grinned at her sister. “I told you I could pick out a house by shopping online,”

Y/tn only rolled her eyes. Hip checking her sister, Y/n walked away from Y/tn to help start unloading the moving trucks. As Y/tn moved to go and join her sister the sound of motorcycles could be heard coming down the road. Y/tn froze and Y/n let out a sigh of annoyance. Of course, somebody would have already ratted them out about being back.

Straightening her back, Y/n turned on her heels, hands on her hips, as she greeted the group of bikers. A tall, muscular blonde climbed off the bike, he was now supporting a beard, but those familiar blue eyes burned holes in her soul.

“Y/n?”

“Hey Steve,” She sighed.

#Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers x Reader #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Biker!Steve Rogers #Bearded!Steve Rogers #Biker!BuckyBarnes #MC au #motorcycle club #the avengers au #George Barnes #Joseph Rogers #Howard Stark #Tony Stark #Clint Barton #Natasha Romanoff #Bruce Banner #Sam Wilson #Wanda Maximoff

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whatisshelties · 5 years ago

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wyrd66 replied to your post

“As I’ve tried to dip back into different agility orgs, after 1) not...”

What about NADAC is different from the other organizations? (My only experience is CPE and AKC.)

Not even sure where to start, but I guess we’ll start with the most glaring difference: Equipment

No teeter, tire, spread jumps, or table (was first org to drop the chute many years before everyone else)

Hoops (an arch shaped obstacle that dogs just run through)

Barrels (like the pop up waste bins. I think some brands used are legit horse barrel racing equipment.)

5′ A-frame for all heights

No slats on contacts

No 24″ jump height

Weaves are not staked down

Looks like wing jumps are in the rule book, but you never see them used

It’s possible I’m forgetting something. But yeah, there’s some different equipment or the same equipment with slightly different specifications.

Next we’ll tackle course design. NADAC is generally known for having less technical, and more flowing, open spaced courses. Very few wraps, no back sides, no threadles, etc. All obstacles are spaced 21′ apart vs the ~18′ used by most others. I have seen that other orgs are beginning to recommend more space, which has me happy and amused because NADAC has always been given SO MUCH SHIT about how it did things. Including spacing. I remember someone telling me that it freaked their dog out that the obstacles were so far apart. I’ve also heard NADAC courses referred to as “letting your dog run amok.” Things currently are in a weird state of flux course design wise because the original president finally turned the biz over to her kids a few years ago. Starting this year, they’re reintroducing the idea that judges generally design their own courses. For the past, dunno, 10-ish years, courses were mostly designed and approved by a couple people, judges and others were welcome to send sets in, but not required. Those courses were then used all over the country. I believe judges were given several sets of courses to choose from out of the “book.” So it will be interesting to see where things go. And that was another ‘different’ thing. I’m pretty sure every other org has required judges to design their own courses forever.

Now that I’ve briefly gone over courses, I’ll try to quickly cover the “games.” In addition to Regular (Standard) and Jumpers, you’ve got Chances, Touch N Go, Tunnelers, Weavers, Hoopers, Barrelers, and the recently reintroduced Gamblers. Regular is your ‘standard’ course, minus all the equipment NADAC doesn’t have, so contacts, jumps, hoops, tunnels, weaves. Jumpers only has jumps and tunnels, no weaves. Chances is a short course that you’re given 40 seconds to complete and part of the course is behind a distance line like Gamblers/Jackpot/FAST. Neither the dog or handler can cross their side of the line. Touch N Go, Tunnelers, Weavers, Hoopers, and Barrelers are ‘non-jumping’ classes. Touch N Go is hoops, tunnels, contacts, Tunnelers is all tunnels, Weavers is weaves, tunnels, hoops, Hoopers is all hoops (with an optional distance line), and Barrelers is barrels, hoops, and tunnels. Usually pretty short courses and in TNG, TN, WV, all levels (minus Intro) run the same course. Don’t remember the Gamblers rules because it’s new and I’ve never run it. All I know is it doesn’t have the same rules as other Gamblers. :/

Not really that different but the levels are Intro (optional), Novice, Open, and Elite. Intro was introduced a few years ago, around the time a lot of other orgs were also starting or talking about a sub Novice level. You’ve got Proficient and Skilled categories, which are much like Championship and Performance/Preferred. Except P is jumping your measured height and S is taking a height break. Then you’ve got divisions: Standard (whatever height you have in P or S), Veterans (dog over 7, gets a height break), Vet. Handler (handler over 60, dog gets a height break no matter the age, effects all dogs for that handler), or Junior Handler (handler under 18, dog gets a height break.) You can mix and match categories and divisions for 1 or 2 height breaks.

Another difference in NADAC is the focus on speed and distance. NADAC does not call refusals because SCT used to be super tight and if your dog was inefficient in their path, you got your ‘fault’ in being over time. They still don’t call refusals and SCT has relaxed a bit. Not nearly AKC levels of time, but still more than “your dog spun once and you’re over time.” How much you want to focus on distance is mostly up to the handler, unless you’re going for a NATCH and need your Elite Chances Qs. I believe each Elite Chances Q requires one part of the distance challenge to be 30′ away from the handler. There are also optional challenges on many courses called a “bonus box” or “distance challenge” where you can earn more points than the usual 10 point Q for doing the bulk of the course from the handler area. I believe rules have been tweaked recently, but generally these “bonus Qs” must be run “in flow” by the dog, so the dog’s path cannot waver from the logical path, no spins, no extra wide turns, no stoping and starting. Very difficult and very impressive to watch when it goes right. It can also be very hard to watch when it goes wrong.

NADAC has also been very focused on safety of the dogs, which is why there have been so many equipment changes and drops. I think the former president’s mind set regarding the equipment trickled down to the handlers that made NADAC their org of choice. She felt most dogs should be jumping lower, and most people take at least one height break, often two. There is no 24″ jump height, so most dogs taller than 18″ are jumping 16″. I have never seen a regular competitor complain about the 5′ a-frame. People are not afraid to voice concerns about course design, though most courses were typically designed with safety in mind. Judges are encouraged to ‘make things work’ in regards to safety vs following the course map precisely.

There are other instances of ideas trickling down to competitors like tugging. Dogs were not allowed to tug on their leash at the end of the run for many years. It was just allowed again within the last year. Very few NADAC only folks have utilized this, handlers that cross venue where tugging is standard practice are very happy this is no longer an “elimination” on their run. Your NADAC only people are generally going to have views that align with rules that the former president put into practice. And that’s one reason I’m having such a hard time with things. She did not follow the crowd unless it was something she agreed with, and from what I’ve observed things that she put into practice have eventually made their way into other venues as the standard (rubber contacts, no chute, lower a-frame, soon to be obstacle spacing). After people groaned and moaned about them making changes again.

So going back to ‘mainstream’ agility can be challenging because things have diverged a lot, and not just views on equipment, but dog behavior at shows. For a while NADAC judges were really on top of dogs that bit their handlers or showed aggressive behavior towards other dogs. So many dogs at other venues are way over aroused and, at least around here, there are very few dogs like that at NADAC trials. I think more ‘mainstream’ trainers/handlers are starting to see how important this issue is, and so I’m hopeful things are changing for the better. Maybe in a few more years, it will be easier to slide back in to other orgs. I also think if spacing starts to tend towards NADAC standards, people that haven’t tried it in a while might have an easier time giving it a shot again, since they’ll start training their dogs to handle the longer distances between obstacles.

There’s more little rule differences, but everyone org has those. That’s why we have them. I’d say NADAC is probably the most different, but lots of people cross train for all venues, including NADAC. We have plenty of local competitors that do AKC, CPE, and NADAC. (I don’t add USDAA or UKI because we don’t have much or any locally and ASCA is super niche and only aussie folks or people looking for ring experience show up to those.)

Other fun fact: NADAC is where the European sport “Hoopers” is derived from. I really want to look more into their sport because it looks super fun and has taken on a life of its own! Another fun fact that I was reminded of when I read the replies: ASCA’s program is based on the original version of NADAC. The trials used to be ‘dual sanctioned,’ which meant you could earn titles in both organizations on the same run. I believe they split in 2006.

If anyone ever has any questions about NADAC, I’d be happy to answer them.

#wyrd66 #nadac #nadac dog agility #dog agility

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montyprescottjoy · 4 years ago

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Blood Orange

Para: Blood Orange

Who: Monty Prescott & Vitya Cristo @vityacristo

When: June 13th, 2020

Where: Vitya’s apartment

What: Vitya gets under Monty’s skin and forces him to talk about Schuyler, both boys experience unusual feelings.

Triggers: Suicide, Drug use, Abuse

MONTY

Monty was fuming after the fight with Schuyler. The redhead had managed to press all his buttons and wound him up so tightly he'd exploded, in public, spilling his emotions where everyone could see. Nothing had been able to numb the fear and pain coursing through him. He'd smoked half a packet of cigarettes, a bottle of Jack, and three joints, and yet he was still feeling the pain but now with a sore head. He was already out of E from the fights with Nikko and he couldn't get hold of his usual supplier. Monty needed a distraction, he needed a good fuck. He also needed someone he could be honest with, or at least someone he could be around without having to go through the exhaustion of putting up his walls with. Nikko and Sam were still in Tn, Danny was in Colorado... that only left Vitya. The younger man had about as many issues as Monty himself and was in no place to judge, he was also a great lay. Monty picked up his phone with a tremor in his hand and hit call. "Yo, Vit, ya busy or got time for a fuck?" He tried to sound seductive but the emotion was heavy in his voice.

VITYA

Vitya had been home a day or two, enjoying his privacy and quiet. Most of his time was spent relaxing, catching up on easy chores, like laundry. He was not a domestic person, but also did not feel well enough to go to a bar or club. The hospital had drained him. Still, when his phone began to ring, and he saw who was calling, curiosity getting the better of him. He answered, and a smile cracked onto his face. "Careful, you come around any more often, I may just need to give you your own key," he joked, holding the phone to his ear by shoulder to fold a shirt in his hand. "So, what brings you my way this time around? You fucked me, like yesterday. A great home-warming present, by the way."

MONTY

Monty couldn't help the small grin that Vitya's sarcastic greeting put on his face. It was easy being around him, things weren't complicated or messy, they were just themselves and that idea alone had Monty relaxing a little. "Don't be makin' ya'self too available, ya poor ass is gonna be so sore ya wont be able ta sit for a week." He chuckled, grabbing his phone, wallet and keys. Vitya hadn't told him to fuck off, in fact it basically sounded like an invitation to him so Monty headed out in the direction of Vitya's place. "For an invalid ya took my dick like a champ, gotta see if it's a fluke or if all them needles they've been stickin' in ya really worked." Mont lied easily, covering up his own need and the small flicker of concern for his friend? fuck buddy? After finding out just how much time he'd spent in the hospital.

VITYA

"Isn't that the whole point?" Vitya said back, starting to move all the clothes to his bedroom. Vitya could hear something off in Monty's voice. Something visceral was there. The words were Monty's normal, sarcastic self, but the tone felt too open. "Practice makes perfect- Also being a pillow princess is, like, easy. And we have done it enough times, you know it ain't a fluke." Vitya sat on his bed, leaning back on his hand. "Oh, when you get here, keep your clothes on. I'll handle that," Vitya said in his low, wispy tone, hoping that would convince the man on the other side that Vitya couldn't hear his different tone.

MONTY

"Mm ya wanna feel it the next day, I got ya, figured ya might wanna go easy on ya crippled ass but fine we can go hard, I know exactly how ya like it." Monty didn't even try to keep his voice down as he walked across campus, all he concentrated on was keeping his tone even and teasing. "As much fun as I have poundin' ya ass we gotta get ya back ta full strength so ya can ride me hard." He taunted, more of his mind slipping from his pain and concentrating on what was in store for him as it seemed he had Vitya fooled that everything was normal. "Pillow princess puttin' in some work today, sounds good ta me, want that mouth." Monty groaned quietly as he reached the door to Vitya's apartment.

VITYA

Vitya could hear the desperation growing in Monty's voice over the phone. On one hand, it was such a turn-on. Vitya loved this, being able to wind someone up, have them wrapped around his finger. But between talking to Anthony, and his latest stint with death, whatever empathy that was still buried in him was rearing it's pretty little head. "What, and have you sit and wait like a good little boy? You're too impatient for that." he teased again, keeping the conversation going. He heard Monty from the other side of the door as well as through the phone, Vitya walking over, opening it, and tugging Monty inside by the shirt collar. With a bite of his lip, he tossed the phone to the side and shoved Monty onto the couch. He took his hair, yanked it back, and with a look of complete seriousness on his face, Vitya stared Monty dead in the eye. "What happened?"

MONTY

"Come on now, ya know I can still fuck ya hard even when ya ride me, I ain't waitin', an' I definitely ain't a good boy, ya know that ya filthy boy." Monty taunted, keeping focused on the conversation and begining to feel very hot and flustered, Vitya knew exactly how to get him going and his cock responded to the words quickly as blood began to rush to his groin. "Impatient hm?" Monty grinned at the surprising strength in the lanky young man as he was caught off guard before he even had a chance to knock. A pained groan escaped Monty's lips as he was manhandled. "What the fuck do ya mean what happened, I should be the one askin' you. What the fuck are ya doin'?" He seethed, brow furrowing in confusion and fists clenching ready to attack.

VITYA

"I mean, why are you calling me, on the edge of a meltdown?" Vitya said back, releasing Monty's hair and standing up straight, crossing his arms. "I am going to fuck you, you're here so it's happening, but you are going to tell me why I could hear you holding back baby-tears. Like it or not, Monty, you aren't getting this-" he said, motioning to his body. "Until you tell me what happened. It was the redhead, wasn't it?"

MONTY

"Fuck you, asshole." Monty yelled. He hated this, hated when people could see through his defences, hated showing any signs of vunerabilty, any clue that he was human and could be hurt. "What if I don't fucking want ya, huh, ever think of that?" He growled, standing up and begining to pace the room. He could leave, he could run back to his hiding place in his own room, Vitya wasn't stopping him, but some how he couldn't bring his feet to move more than a few steps in each direction. "It's always the fuckin' redhead." He ground out.

VITYA

Vitya laughed under his breath. "That's a damn lie, you're still tenting," Vitya said, clearly as a joke and not an actual dig at Monty. He left the man pace, seeing the seething anger. He wasn't leaving, proving Vitya's idea right; this was going to be an angry, vicious fuck. He was fine with that, normally, but he was not exactly normal enough to take that. That, and Monty was somehow becoming... significant to Vitya. He wasn't sure why, but it was something. "Mind telling me what the history is? All I ever see is you, being a dick to him, him telling you off, and then his ball and chain holding him back." Vitya paused, licking his lips. "Is he an ex? Do you even have exes?"

MONTY

Monty moved forward in a flash, grabbing Vitya by the hips, pressing the length of their bodies together, and capturing his soft lips in a hard kiss. It was rough and deep and unrelenting; the only way he could expel some of his feelings."Yeah well ya ass get's me all worked up." Mont tried to tease but it came out flat so instead of sounding sexual he just sounded tired. Monty rubbed a hand over his face, vision blurring when he pressed the heal of his hand to his eyes. He wanted to throw himself into Vitya's body and forget everything, take his pain out on the boy, but somehow he didn't have the strength, he craved human touch, the warmth of another body to take away his pain completely not just forget for a few moments the way Schuy had for a short time back when they had been together. It felt wrong to want that again after all he'd done to destroy what he and Schuy had tried to build. But Vitya was the same as Monty; he was broken too not some untouchable thing like Schuy; he was real. "Ex. Singular."

VITYA

Vitya didn't fight it when Monty got close and kissed him. In fact, he was too shocked to react. They had kissed before, usually mid-fuck, clearly just to enhance whatever they were doing at the time, but this... This was different. When they broke apart, and Monty rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand, Vitya took his hands off and put them at his sides. "You'll go blind doing that," he mumbled, fixing the mess he had made of Monty's hair earlier when he grabbed it. Vitya nodded, laughing low in his chest. "Guessed that much. I take it the two of you ended things poorly, and now you see how good you had it and want it back." Vitya took a few steps away, sitting himself down on the couch to give Monty room to pace, breathe, talk, whatever he needed. "Can't say I don't relate. Not a day goes by that I don't miss home. I take it he was yours?"

MONTY

The kiss had loosened some of the tension in Monty enough so that he didn't flinch away when Vitya touched his hands. Mont stretched his neck out, almost like a cat being petted, as Vitya played with his hair; it felt soothing in a way he wasn't used to, a way he hadn't felt since Schuyler. "Dunno how much of that fight ya saw but yah, fuckin' shit. Caught me cheatin', he beat the guy with a fuckin' camera then went to fuckin' Israel." Monty replied flatly, scanning the room for alcohol if only to keep his eyes from Vitya, not understanding how or why he was spilling information he never expected to share with anyone. "Dunno about home man, ain't never had one of 'em before. Ya miss the Bratva, huh?"

VITYA

Vitya could see it; the starvation of touch, the blatant want of affection without saying it. Humans were social creatures, and Monty was no different. Monty was being open, so open it nearly weirded Vitya out. But this wasn’t like Benji, spilling every little detail worth telling. Monty only said what he wanted, when he wanted. Vitya pulled his legs up and under him, patting the spot next to him on the couch. This wasn’t the first time that, as a prostitute, a client needed to vent to him. But this was the first time Vitya... cared? Payed attention? Who knows. “I saw enough.” Vitya was not surprised that Monty was a cheater. The fact he admitted it was new, a spark of humility showing in Monty’s words. Vitya smiled to himself, looking down at the hand he had resting on his thigh. “Perhaps I do. Or maybe I simply miss my ponytail.” He joked. “So, if you know he is taken, and has refused you several times, why do you keep going after him? What about him is special to you?”

MONTY

Monty bit is lip, looking between Vitya and the open spot on the couch, he stood still for a long moment in silence before breathing out heavily and sitting down beside the younger man. It was strange to have someone that wasn't Nikko asking and listening and allowing him to share at his own pace. Even wanting to share was so foreign. Somehow he felt it easy to share. It was still painful and confusing but he didn't feel judged or humiliated. “Miss that ponytail, fuckin' badass ponytail man." Monty chuckled. “Can't fuckin' tell ya why man, never felt shit for anyone but ma brother Nikk, scared the shit outta me, but without it I'm fuckin' terrified, dunno what I'll be without ever havin' that shit again, I don't wanna find out, I ain't a good guy, I don't wanna be ma Pops."

VITYA

Vitya let Monty sit and talk at his own pace. Unlike his clients, he didn’t touch him on his back for fake comfort. When the revelation about his father came out, all made sense. Monty was a gang kid, and his dad was no better. Vitya looked him up and down, biting his lip. Yeah, they had a lot in common. “...I get that. A lot more than you know.” Vitya ran his fingers in Monty’s hair again, same way as before. “If you are that fearful that you’ll end up like him, best to look at where you are. So, example; I left the country, cut my hair, have sex for a living, and am-“ Vitya chuckles sadly. “I’m basically just waiting to die instead of fighting it. All to tell my dad to fuck off. I know I’ll never be like him because nothing can drag me back there... What do you do? Ignore other people, ignore your brother a moment; what does Montgomery do to not be his father?”

MONTY

A shiver ran through Monty and a soft moan escaped his throat with his permission as Vitya ran his hands through his hair. It felt so fucking good. He felt so touch starved, not realizing it until this moment and he had to clench his fists to stop himself reaching out and grabbing onto Vitya. “Wait in’ ta die, what the fuck?” Montys eyebrows shot up in surprise and confusion, his own problems pushed to the back of his mind, refusing to concentrate on anything else, ignoring Vitya’s question.

VITYA

Vitya kept his touch going, gently coaxing Monty into a more relaxed sate. He rolled his eyes at Monty's surprise at what he said. "What, did you think I was in the hospital for the fuck of it? It doesn't matter, this isn't about me. I'm fine, you aren't." Vitya moved so his legs were crossed. "I did what I could to get to where I am. I'm not happy, but I'm content. What about that redhead is keeping you from being content? Why aren't you letting go?"

MONTY

Monty glared at Vitya, eyebrows still raised, “Aye figured ya went too hard on the drugs an’ booze been there done that but the fuck ya dyin’ fuckin’ explain that shit!” He growled, refusing to let it drop, though not entirely sure why. Monty rubbed a hand over his face again, clearly Vitya was not going to drop this. “Al’ight, go with the ignorin’ ma brother thing Red is the only one who ever gave half a fuck about me. Pops ain’t just some street thug, he’s mob, he’s a fuckin’ Don, an’ he don’t give a shit who he hurts ta get more power. With Red I didn’t have ta be the son of the Don or hide.” Monty responded, apparently finding the hem of his shirt endlessly fascinating so as to not look at Vityas expression. Monty couldn’t believe he was sharing his deepest feelings and was sure he would be laughed at for his pathetic admission. Then again this was Vitya... a guy who never judged just like Schuy... but unlike Schuy this guy had experiences of his own... maybe he understood Monty in a way Schuy never could.

VITYA

"Yes, I am, it's a stupid heart condition. Ventricular tachycardia. Had it all my life, it will kill me, end of story." Vitya said in a snappy tone. Much like Monty's reaction to Vitya's inquiry into is emotions, this was Vitya's soft spot. This was his Schuyler, in some twisted way. Vitya got it a lot more than Monty knew. He nodded, shrugging in understanding before licking his lips. "Russia is anything but legit in it's government. The state controls everything. Kind of like a mafia. Say the wrong thing, you disappear." Vitya pet at Monty's hair, this time lower, toward his neck. "If he isn't willing to make you feel the way you want to, then maybe you should go looking somewhere else. Besides, love, romance, dating- It's shit. A messy load of shit, and if it makes you feel like this-" Vitya motioned to Monty. "-Then that just proves how much it isn't worth it."

MONTY

Monty furrowed his brow, “don’t know what that is but pretty fuckin’ sure it ain’t good an’ all the booze an’ drugs ain’t helpin’. Ya said ya waitin’ ta die but man it sounds more fuckin’ like ya tryin’ ta kill ya’self!” Monty yelled, surprised by the force in his own tone. Since when did he give a shit what other people did to themselves. “Sounds like my fucking family, at least my pa is the one that makes people disappear so I ain’t goin anywhere but fuck it might be better if I did. There ain’t words ta describe how much of a prick he is.” Monty groused but relaxed again under Vityas touch. It was reassuring and yet terrifying that he seemed to be able to control Monty’s emotions this way. Yet the feeling of giving up control is was almost welcomed; he didn’t have to fight to stay in control and it gave him room to breathe. He idly wondered how Vitya had gotten out of Russia but couldn’t bring himself to ask, that seemed too much like being interested or caring. It was bad enough he’d let himself slip and ask about his illness. “It’s all bullshit. Love an’ dating an’ all that. Just made me feel fuckin’ weak an’ just waitin’ to be punched in the gut when he walked away an’ then he did walk an’ I felt like dyin’. I fuckin’ hate how he made me feel man. Never want that shit again. Never!” He ground out with a hard expression, going back to repeatedly clenching and unclenching his fists to avoid lashing out.

VITYA

"They aren't, but I'm not going out with a whimper, either. Fearing it, trying to push it back, just prevents the inevitable. I want to be here for a good time, not a long time." Vitya shook his head, throwing a hand in the air as if to give up. "Maybe I am trying to kill myself, at least I am doing it on my own terms. And I'm not jumping off bridges or that dumb shit. I'm just having fun. Like, when you decked me, and cut me with your ring, I walked away because, finally, someone did it. It made that night fun, I felt alive. If I was worried about dying all the time, I never would have gone." Vitya nodded, laughing at their similarities. "My father runs the largest pharma and drug development company in Russia. I am untouchable, back home, thanks to him. I called myself the Prince of Poison in middle school. Edgy bullshit," he said with a laugh, his hand now tracing circle's in Monty's nape, twirling the hair around his fingers. His then placed his other hand on Monty's thigh, doing a similar circular pattern. "Then maybe it's time to move on. Because if he makes you feel like that, and you hate that, running after him is fucking stupid. He doesn't want you, and you don't like how he made you feel, so what's the point?"

MONTY

“Then why the fuck are ya at college then? Ya plan on dyin’ so why do ya want a degree huh?” Monty snapped back, “sounds like ya plannin’ a future.” He raised an eye brow in an accusatory fashion. “I’d still have beat the shit outta ya even if I knew then ya dying, nobody gets near Nikko and I ain’t apologizing for that.” Monty shrugged, he wasn’t ashamed of loving his brother and wanting to protect him. “Prince of poison.” Monty barked out a laugh shaking his head. “Thought you were hot shit, huh?” He rolled his eyes. “Spent my time yellin’ at anyone who called me Montgomery, eventually they learned an’ just called me Prescott. Fuckin’ teachers spent all their time yellin’ at me anyway doubt they cared what ma first name was. Two older brothers went through the school before me, they saw a Prescott on their ledger an’ knew exactly what they were in for.” He snorted, remembering homeroom teachers giving him talkings to at the beginning of the year expressing their ‘sincere hope’ he wouldn’t be like his brothers. “Not so easy to get that fuck head outta my mind no matter how much I fuckin wish I could. Wanna forget it all.” He whispered, staring down at Vitya’s hand on his thigh. Vityas touch was beginning to make Monty hot again, heat pooling in his stomach and groin, especially once the hand was on his thigh. Monty leaned in and kissed at Vitya’s neck, just below his ear, nipping and sucking, “tell me us fucking doesn’t make ya feel alive. Tell me ya don’t feel like ya world is gunna implode if ya don’t cum. Tell me ya don’t hold me like ya might die if ya don’t when ya finally cum from my cock poundin’ ya ass.” He whispered, lips grazing the shell of Vitya’s ear as he spoke.

VITYA

Vitya's voice caught in his throat, freezing a second. He really had no reply to that. For all his spouting about not caring about his end, Monty saw right through it and asked him the one question he coudn't answer. He just shook his head, and shrugged. "Was bored," he said quickly, knowing that wasn't enough of an answer, but hoping it would slide by as if it was. Vitya laughed with Monty, smiling and biting his lip in embarrassment. "Oh yeah, I really thought I was. It was kiddy nonsense," Vitya mumbled, his smile sticking in place as Monty recounted his formative years. Little things, like homeroom teachers, stick with the strangest people, and Monty was no different. "Did you surpass your brother's before you? I would, I'd see it as a challenge. I'm the youngest, so it would be my mission to out-do my siblings." Vitya admitted with a mischievous look in his eye. "If you forgot, you'd just do it again. Best to remember, so then you know you'll never do it again," Vitya stated back, speaking a low enough tone, as if the walls could hear. And, in a split second, the air went from a freeing open space, to clenching his chest, when Monty looked down to where his hand rested. Vitya, satisfied with all the answers Monty gave, let the man have his way with his neck, angling his head just so to give him all the freedom he needed. He let out a breathy, distracted chuckle, the hand that was calmly dancing in Monty's hair now gripping a bit tighter. "If I did, I'd be lying," Vitya whispered back, uncrossing his legs. With a seductive slowness, practiced and natural, Vitya slid one leg over Monty's legs, slotting himself in Monty's lap. He took Monty's hands and placed then on his waist, where his shirt was hiked up just enough so skin touched skin. "Don't be gentle."

MONTY

"Sure bored, not thinkin' about the future at all." Monty snorted, the disbelief clear in his tone but he could read Vitya like a book the way he stumbled over the words. This would be a conversation for another day, not that he really understood why he wanted to press the issue. Monty rolled his eyes, laughing easily, feeling relaxed. "Tough guy, huh? If ya didn't look like I could break ya in two right now I'd put ya tough guy act to the test." He taunted like a school kid on the playground. "KT and Thatch are morons, not exactly hard to out do 'em. Teachers never believed me when I said I didn't cheat on exams, they always made me take 'em away from other kids with some fuckin' supervisor." He laughed remembering the first time he got 100% on a physics exam and had been accused. It had felt awful and wonderful at the same time. "Of course you wanted to make more trouble than your siblin's, you're a sucker for a bad rep aren't ya?" He chuckled, enjoying this easy banter. "Wanna forget him, all the shit I liked about him, but I'll never forget that horrible feelin' that makes my skin crawl, I'll never let myself see all that good shit in anyone again cause it ain't worth it." Monty shook his head with a deep sigh.

A hum of satisfaction escaped Monty as Vitya presented his neck, allowing Monty to have his way with him was the control he needed right now after losing his reigns on his feelings for Schuyler. Monty moaned at the tug on his hair, another flash of heat shooting through his body. "So ya don't need me to hit ya ta make ya feel alive. Don't need ta be playin' with death. Just need my cock in ya ass." He continued, biting on Vitya's lip. It wasn't a gentle nibble it was sharp aiming to cause a quick sting of pain. Monty ran his hands down the younger man's body to his ass, squeezing his butt, enjoying the feel of the muscles under his hands before forcefully pulling Vitya down so their crotches rubbed together. The pressure on his dick made Monty moan but it wasn't enough and something tripped a switch inside him so he was thinking entirely with his cock. He grabbed at Vitya's sweatpants and tore them away so he could finally get his hands on that firm, smooth bubble butt.

VITYA

Vitya laughed along with Monty. "Yeah, you probably could. I'm not the most robust guy," he said, softly. It was interesting to hear more about Monty's life growing up. It sounded individual, singular proving more and more that he was not like other people. Vitya could see that 'shitty school life' was something they shared. The only contrast was Vitya being an absolute demon at his school on purpose. "I am, the worst the rep is, the more people gossip. And I do love gossip. It's politics for the powerless." Vitya, in the hope that he could say one final thing to truly get to Monty's core on his inner drama, tucked some hair behind his ear. "Then fuck him, and the high horse he rode in on." "In the end, Death fucks us all," he whispered quickly, knowing that after this, there was going to be less and less talking. Vitya gasped at Monty biting his lip, his eyes rolling a moment before he made it an actual kiss. He slid his tongue into Monty's mouth, giving him no option but to let him in. He moaned in delight as Monty touched him, taking hold of his waist and pulling him down. Vitya's eyes went wide when he felt, and heard the sound of tearing, looking back and seeing what Monty did. "Oh, I am going to make you regret that-" he said, swiftly tearing open Monty's dress shirt. His hands overtook the new open space, his hips sliding forward to grinding against him, then back into his hands again. Vitya leaned in and kissed Monty again, giving him some payback for biting his lip by doing the same. Vitya's hands went at Monty's belt, doing what we promised earlier and starting the process of getting him out of his clothes, of which there were way too many. He had done this too any times, able to get his belt out of the loops in one swift tug, palming Monty through his jeans before starting on the button. "Fuck, how are you this hard already?"

MONTY

"I bet ya a scrappy little fucker when ya not right outta the hospital though." Monty chuckled, lightly punching at Vitya in a playful manner just to tease. It was rather odd talking about his childhood, especially school, but it was kinda nice, and he did always enjoy showing off how intelligent he was. "Always been in trouble? Makes sense, hell in high heals an' all that shit. But ya ain't exactly powerless though are ya? Bein' a Prince an' all." Monty retorted, rolling his eye again for effect before breaking down and laughing again. Monty nodded, feeling a sense of closure on todays Schuyler chapter. No doubt the pain would come again, it was like the tide in that sense, the way it came and went; but now the tide was out, his feelings were being forgotten in favour of losing himself in Vitya. "It fucks us all in the end but who said we can't go out fightin'" Monty murmured against Vitya's lips. A groan rumbled in Monty's chest feeling the force of the kiss and the demands of Vitya's tongue against his. Sometimes he needed to take control for himself, and sometimes he needed to give it over and somehow Vitya was able to give him both. Vitya's moans caused Monty to buck his hips up and increase the friction between them. Monty tried to laugh as Vitya ripped open his shirt, sending the buttons flying but it came out more like a whine, he couldn't deny how hot it was that even in his state Vitya could still do this. Mont kept his hands on his ass, working with him as he moved his hips, letting his hands roam the now exposed flesh. He grabbed the cheeks and pulled them, letting his finger tips graze his hole. A shiver ran through him at the efficiency of Vitya undoing his belt and jeans, it was speed that only came with practice and it served as a reminder of all the times they'd done this before and how good it was. "Fuck." Monty swore under his breath as the feel of Vitya's hand. "Ya got me this hard ya fuckin' dick." he groaned, as his head fell back.

VITYA

Vitya was anything but distracted. He was laser sharp was Monty's hand groped at his ass, eventually propping as his hole, making him shiver. He bit his lip and smiled as Monty lost himself to such a simple thing as a grope through his jeans. He pushed back into his hands hoping to wake the other man up a bit. Vitya carefully undid Monty's jeans, and with seasoned hands, slid his cock free from their confines. Vitya gave a fake, innocent look. "Oh, did I?" He teased, sliding his hand up and down Monty's shaft at a delicate, slow pace. He leaned into Monty's ear, nipping the lobe a moment. "So sorry about that..." "Come on, be a good boy and open me up. Want you inside me," Vitya whispered, licked down to Monty's neck, where he promptly kissed and sucked a deep, purple hickey into existence. He even bit, just for a moment, to make sure it stuck. He began to twist his wrist as his hand slid up and down Monty's shaft, encouraging him to keep going. "Are you going to pound me into the floor, or am I gonna ride you till you whimper? Decisions, decisions..." Vitya teased even more, his free hand now joining in on his jerking of Monty's cock.

*fade to black*

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A, F, G, M, S, T, V

THANKS AVERY.

A. If you could rec a piece of music to accompany one of your fics, what would you pick? Why?

Yakety Sax for Goosefic.

Alright, seriously? It’s totally not like I have a playlist or something stored anywhere, because that would be insane, right?

Illuminated by Hurts - Ah, Ça Ira. “Time waits for no one/So do you want to waste some time/Oh, oh, oh, oh/Tonight?” AKA “Ronan realizing that he might not make it back the next day and trying to get Laz to come to bed and reconcile with him, not necessarily because he wants to SLEEP with him, but because he wants his boyfriend there with him. “Swim with your sorrows/And try delusion for a while/It’s such a beautiful lie” Lazare frantically scribbling out his justifications on the paper, even though he has to KNOW that Artois’ going to abandon him and it’s going to be worthless. “Suddenly my eyes are open/Everything comes into focus/Blinding” GENERALLY I get Laz vibes from this line, with him gradually realizing how important Ronan is to him and that some part of him WANTS the new world that Ronan was, but the last few lines also work for Ronan’s (unstated, in-text, but there in canon) decision to charge in front of du Puget, realizing that he HAS to save Olympe from being orphaned like he was.

Either Dream of Sky (Dancing Line OST) or Forbidden Friendship (HTTYD OST) - Le Cri. Both of them have that sort of tentative, new feeling where things start out so soft and with that kind of innocence but as time goes on, it becomes so much MORE.

I’ve Seen Hell (North and South OST)/Ashes (Celine Dion) - Pour la Peine. I’ve Seen Hell is one of my go-to Period Drama songs, but I LOVE how it has that bleak feel while also not being COMPLETELY bleak and miserable, there’s that idea of PUSHING through in spite of it. And Ashes also kind of has a similar vibe, as far as openly asking how...there can be any GOOD after that kind of devastating tragedy (even though a part of me will always seen Ryan Reynolds doing interpretive dancing to it, tbh). Ashes is much more...RELIGIOUS in bent than Solène generally goes with, but I think it WORKS as far as that general feeling of despair and abandonment that she starts off with “Every word shot down in flames/What’s left to do/With these broken pieces on the floor?/I’m losing my voice/Calling on you”

Wicked Game - Personally, I favor it for A Pressing Matter, though it really works for Peyronan in general. “What a wicked game/To make me feel this way/What a wicked thing to do/To make me dream of you” AKA “Peyrol’s ENTIRE thought process when he realizes that, against his own judgement, he’s gotten attached to Ronan and that that’s a MAJOR weakness.

F. What stories are you planning for the future?

I have. So many WIPS that I’m DYING to release soon. One is very obviously the Fairy Tale AU, which I’m very pumped about. There’s the one that’s just called “Madame Roland is a Lesbian” that I’m excited for. At some point, I’m going to have to expand the Abomination and the Verse it encompasses, stretching from where we start off in the Beauce in 1777 to at LEAST the early 19th century, possibly into the 1840s.

Between the Waves is going to get a LOT more added to its Verse, hopefully. I already have at least two WIPS that are partially finished and give a little bit more context to things that are happening in the next few chapters, one from Olympe’s perspective on the pre-canon events that stretches to the post, one from Artois’ on some of the events of PLP, and I either have an Afterlife AU, a Reincarnation AU, or both to wrap it up, possibly with us ending up where we began. (No, not on Marat’s printing press.) I’ve also toyed with fleshing out a little more about how Peyronan got to where we see them in A Pressing Matter, to round out the series. Either way, though, I do intend for this to end up being a VERSE, not necessarily just one or two stand-alones. There’s a lot that’s...going to pop up here or there that I INTEND at least to expand on. I rarely like to leave things HANGING like that.

There’s also the Peasant Lazare AU which, even though it’s basically a laughing stock among my friends IRL at this point, is still very important to me and I’ve never fully given it up.

I’m definitely going to expand the Ripples in the Rockpool Verse, HOPEFULLY dipping more into the historical events that are happening around this time and a little more on how the OT3 ended up where they get to be in Back on the Shore.

There’s a Vampire AU that I’ve been toying with back and forth, and I STILL haven’t given up on The Zombie Apocalypse AU, though I’d like to focus on that one more when I have a fewer WIP count and I can more thoroughly outline it. Also @lehetsz-kiraly and I have toyed around with a Superhero AU that I would 100% like to see get off the ground, and I also am totally planning on toying with the TN crossover as time goes on. I obviously have no idea....WHEN or HOW, but it’s somewhere nebulously on my To-Do list.

And, of course, the Disneyworld AU. One day, I will finish it.

G. Where do you think you grew the most this year?

Honestly, I think the drabble challenge was a GREAT opportunity to throw myself into a variety of things that I NEVER would have considered before. I’ve gone from EXCLUSIVELY writing 1789 and Irish Mythology stuff to really working with anything that really vibes with me, which has been VERY exciting. And, between Le Cri, A Pressing Matter, and Back on the Shore, I’ve gotten several things that I’ve been talking about and tossing around for YEARS on the page and out there in some form or another. I’m still going to stick around 1789, of course, that’s still my BABY, but I really got the chance to work with a lot of things I’d have never normally have thrown myself into and had the chance to toy with my style in a way that I normally wouldn’t.

M. Meta! Have any meta about a story you’re dying to throw out there?

Oh God, there’s ONE THING that I WANT to write the meta for but SPOILERS. That I don’t even know if it’s SPOILERS anymore. (I should honestly get into the habit of asking people “SO WHAT DO YOU THINK’S GOING TO HAPPEN NOW” like a thirteen year old who’s just uploaded their first Wattpad fic, but alas). But, since I’m working on PLP at the moment, have this:

No, she gets no sleep tonight, her eyes locked on the bayonets as they gleam in the moonlight. She lays and waits and thinks.

Several hours later, a shot rings out in the dark. All the demons of Hell break loose, the only thought on Solène’s mind being that of another night, another volley of shots.

They mean to massacre them all.

The Queen has changed the King’s mind again and they will all be killed.

Every part of her knows it, screaming in her mind as they make their way for the Queen’s quarters, all else, all other thoughts disappearing.

A panicked voice asks them what they think they’re doing and another voice, she doesn’t know if it’s hers or one of the women with her, replies, “We’ll cut off her head, rip out her heart, fry her liver, and that won’t be the end of it!”

They are done with this, done with the queen, and they will take whatever they can get.

They have endured too much pain at this point to just curl up and die.

This wasn’t a fight they wanted to begin, but if it was a fight they needed to survive the night, they could give it to them.

They could give and give and give as they had always done, all of their lives.

A few guardsmen try to stop them, but they disappear beneath the wave of bodies flooding the palace. One of them breaks free, runs and pounds on the door, his bloodied hand staining the expensive, gilt wood as it slams against it before he’s tossed aside. “Save the Queen!”

A door slams ahead of them as they reach the room, the room itself is deserted, except for one woman who rushes in front of them all.

“I am the Queen!”

Solène recognizes the voice even before she can see her in the light of the torches, still wearing the clothing that she’d worn the night before, and she freezes.

So, for this section, I ripped a LOT from the historical record, as far as the threats the women made on the life of Marie Antoinette, the guard slamming on the door, the shot in the dark panicking the mob, BUT I also actually did look up at least one article on mob mentality to try to understand HOW someone would get involved with something like this. And the first thing I focused on was the INDIVIDUAL getting pushed aside in favor of the group. And the main way I ended up TRYING to get that to show through was in Solène’s reaction.

At first, she starts off as a singular: “She lays and waits and thinks” “The only thought on Solène’s mind,” etc. But then, immediately AFTER that, as the panic sets in, she becomes a PLURAL, “They mean to massacre them all” “They will all be killed,” “they are done with this” “they have endured too much.” And it really reaches its height when they enter MA’s chambers, as she doesn’t even know WHO is speaking. It could’ve been her, it could’ve been the woman by her side, likewise with the guard who’s severely hurt (also, the “wave” of bodies, going back to the overall theme of water that’s there in PLP). She doesn’t know, because at this point, they’re one whole body acting out at the same time. (There’s one brief point where Solène becomes a “her” again, but it’s only to say that her brain is NOT necessarily...its usual self, “all other thoughts disappearing,” which repeats what she’d also said when the shot first went off; she’s very much acting on INSTINCT here.)

When does she become Solène again? When Olympe runs in front of her. She and Olympe are not a Thing per se, not at this point, even though Solène’s recognizing that she’s “a little bit in love with her,” but Solène does care enough for Olympe that she was able to be snapped out of it. In the chapter that I currently have sitting in my drafts and that SHOULD be published in the next day or so, there’s a bit where Olympe questions whether Solène would have continued on if she hadn’t been there. Solène says that she doesn’t know, because to HER this unlocked a part of herself that she didn’t really know was THERE, the kind of radicalism that she tends to associate with Ronan and the other revolutionaries (ESPECIALLY Maillard, who is kind of Ronan-By-Proxy here as a vanqueur of the Bastille who is ultimately ineffective when it comes to Solène’s complaints.) Personally? Even though I fully leave it up to interpretation, and everyone’s free to say “No, you’re wrong,” I wrote it with the idea that Solène probably would have done a Hell of a lot more harm had Olympe not been there.

This is also fully intended as a parallel to Peyronan. (”NO, RACHEL, PEYRONAN ARE A THING? I HAD NO IDEA! THE SPOILERS!”) Both Peyrol and Solène had the same choice in this chapter, at its core: Their goal at hand, or the person they love. Peyrol let the army and his loyalty to the Monarchy get the better of him, Ronan ended up paying the price for it, and, as we see both at the funeral and at the trial at the beginning of the chapter...Laz is BROKEN by it. Solène doesn’t realize why he’s broken and even doubts that he is, because she doesn’t have the perspective, but...LOOK at him. He is not doing Well. He didn’t gain anything from what he did. In a snap-second decision, he chose his career and decades of indoctrination over Ronan, and he ended up losing both. Solène chose to break out of it and save Olympe, even if she was personally endangered by it. It doesn’t mean that one loved their person more than the other one, but it DOES mean that they get very different results. There’s a climb to the light for Laz as well, I’m not going to just...LEAVE him, but it’s going to be much, much longer than Solène’s.

S. What’s the sexiest thing you wrote this year?

I’ll be honest: I know I have (2) Official Smut Fics to my name now, but I honestly don’t FEEL like anything I’ve written’s particularly SEXY so much as Describing Sex. This isn’t me being a Pretentious Literary Author who Does Not Write Porn, oh no; it’s that I genuinely don’t believe that what I write...qualifies as “sexy”. That being said, despite being only 100 words, “Honey Plunged Into Water” is probably the sexehiest. Which is hilarious because it’s also the kind of thing I would NEVER have written otherwise. There is one...unpublished fic for A Passage Through the Light that features Madame Roland/Marie-Anne that is....very, very gay and is probably honestly the sexiest thing I’ve ever written even without them actually doing the do.

T. Themes, motherfucker, do you have them? What are they?

Earn Your Happy Ending, the question as far as the difference between society and what someone’s been conditioned to be like VS the individual, uncertainty, unease, that question of how much you really CAN know someone else, that general feeling of the calm before (or even during) the storm and how people can find intimacy then. There’s a lot of the gothic element there as far as the past, and the people who were THERE in the past, never really being...GONE from the narrative. Like, one way or another, they have the tendency to come back, whether it’s as a literal ghost or whether it’s just their skeleton buried underneath a tree somewhere.

V. Which story was the most viscerally pleasing to write? Tell us your narrative kinks.

This is painfully predictable, but I THOROUGHLY enjoyed every second of writing Forgiveness. To this day, it’s probably the ONE piece of Peyronan stuff (besides Fowl Play!) that I’ve written where I’m, like, 95% happy with the final result, which is REMARKABLE for me. I really, really loved getting to WORK with their relationship and what makes it WORK at the heart of everything, the progression of it, the gradual increase in intimacy, the way they come to have that moment of “We’re in this one TOGETHER,” and an ending that’s HOPEFUL even though there’s still the ever-present promise of the Revolution in the background. All of that is a LOT of what I tend to like in my Peyronan to begin with, so it was really fantastic to just get that all out on the page. It’s one of those moments where I just want to gesture all over the page and go “THESE TWO LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH” even though they still have their bickering and their petty little moments.

Another one that’s a WIP but that I feel’s far enough along to actually TALK about is the Fairy Tale AU (It has a name, but I tend to feel like announcing its name is jinxing it and I DO desperately want to get it out soon) and...it’s not my usual writing style, it’s not my usual way of doing things. There are some things that I do there that I wouldn’t necessarily do in a usual, realistic fic because it’s a FAIRY TALE that’s being given the 1789 treatment. It was really, really interesting to get to work with some of my favorite fairy tales, see some of the ways they’ve been told and retold throughout the years, especially looking for the ones that focus on commoner protagonists, elements of the gothic and dark fantasy mixed in there with the light. I’m not really that USED to getting to go wild, so it’s been a lot of fun to have one project where the research is less on the minutiae of 18th century life and more on...like....the similarities between the Italian and the Breton versions of The Travelling Companion folkstory.

#janetcarter

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heldyourpride · 7 years ago

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Rep Room Experience/Santa Clara night 2

5/12/18. It all started with a group of six girls who had a spectacular costume idea for Santa Clara night 2. We had bought tickets in December and were so excited for this day to come. We were texting in the group chat literally every single day about it.

Before I begin, nothing I’m about to say is meant to be malicious. It’s a slippery slope because we’re not as close with two of the girls in the group, but we are in no way trying to hurt them by saying this. I just need to make it clear that nothing that occurred was with bad intentions, however sometimes even the best intentions end up shitty.

We thought it would be a good idea to have more people for our costume, even though we weren’t as close with two of the girls. The day of the show, we posted our costume online and in a matter of a few hours our group was viral on Twitter and Tumblr. I couldn’t believe the traction we got and even in the stadium people wanted to take pictures of us. It was an absolute blast, and we met so many old and new friends from social media. We started to walk around some more to see if we could spot anyone from Taylor Nation and then all of a sudden, Steph approached us.

She said how much she loved our costumes and wanted to take a picture of us. We talked to Steph for a few minutes and she asked what shows we were going to, and where we would be sitting. A little girl and her mom asked us for a photo while we were talking to Steph, so that was where the conversation ended and we said goodbye.

Fast forward to Charli XCX’s set, Karina got a notification that Taylor liked our costume post on Tumblr and even followed her! It felt so incredible and we were all jumping up and down. We had a feeling something was going to happen tonight after getting approached by Taylor Nation and receiving a Taylor like, but we didn’t want to get our hopes up.

The show was amazing and we were just dancing like crazy and having a good time, as time went on we basically figured it wasn’t happening so we were just enjoying the show without checking our phones or anything. During Blank Space, Karina gets a tap on her shoulder and its STEPH. We all started freaking out because we knew what was coming. She thought we were on the floor had had been trying to find us.

She asked if anyone in our group had met Taylor before and I said, “Yes me.” I told her I would be okay with staying back because I needed my friends to meet her. Steph called me over and whispered in my ear and said, “Normally we can’t do this because if you have met Taylor you can’t go back but she specifically asked for all six of you.” I LITERALLY STARTED CRYING AND FELL TO THE GROUND. It was the best feeling in the whole world. I know there is a lot of controversy over the “rule” being so inconsistent, but I guess when Taylor breaks it, it’s okay. I understand how shitty it is to everyone else who has been turned away, but if you were in my position you would go too. There will be lots of strong opinions about this, but please don’t hate on TN.

Our other three friends that were sitting in a different section also got the news and were so excited! After the show, we got in line and waited to go in the Rep Room. Once we were inside we got to take pictures and eat some pizza while waiting for Taylor. All of a sudden, Taylor popped her head out and said “Hi everyone!” I literally died… She went back into a curtained room as everyone lined up to meet her. We tried to be last in line because we knew we were a big group and were hoping if we went last, we’d be less rushed. There was a guy who was having lots of anxiety about meeting her so we went before him to give him time to calm down. As soon as we walked in she hugged each of us and said how happy she was that we were there. She wouldn’t stop talking about our costumes and how much she appreciated the effort and creativity. One of the girls in the group that we weren’t as close with started talking to Taylor and would not let any of us get a word in. Every time one of us tried to talk or respond to one of Taylor’s questions, she would talk over us. I felt so sad for the other girls in my group who hadn’t met her before, and I was trying to step back and let everyone else have a chance. I even kept saying that they all had something to tell her, trying to get the one girl to stop talking over them, but it didn’t work. The girl didn’t do it on purpose, she was nervous rambling, so I really don’t want any hate towards her. This is mainly to give our full story, not to bring anyone down.

About halfway through the M&G, one of the girls says to her friend, “Didn’t you want to ask Taylor something?” She says, “Tayyyy I just wanna know, how did you get so thick?” The four of us were so stunned someone would ever say that to her. We all looked at each other mortified. Anna said out loud “why would you ask her that??” This is the first time I’ve ever seen Taylor hesitate to respond to a question. In interviews and everything, she’s always so quick-witted and on the ball. But she genuinely looked taken aback and it broke my heart. It was so uncomfortable, but Taylor being the kind goddess that she is recovered and replied “I don’t know I just started eating what I wanted and I’m happy now”

After that comment, the entire mood had shifted. One of the girls started talking again and before we knew it, Taylor was asking to take the picture. We still didn’t have the chance to get individual moments with Taylor, and most of the girls in the group didn’t say a single word to her. She mentioned she only had three minutes left until she got kicked out of the building but she had one more person to meet. Most of us didn’t even get a hug goodbye. I mainly feel horrible for my friends, because I’ve already had this chance but they haven’t.

I am so grateful that I got to talk and hug Taylor again, but under the circumstances it was not what we imagined. Being talked over and having Taylor thrown off by that comment probably is why our time was shorter with her. Before you take this the wrong way, I know it’s hard to understand until you have the perspective of meeting her. I know many people will say we’re being ungrateful because at least we got to go to the concert, or at least we got to hug her. However it really is heartbreaking to wait so long for that moment and to have it turn out that way. We’ve gotten so many kind messages from people sharing that they had similar experiences but were too scared to come forward in the fear of being attacked, or seeming ungrateful.

I know for many of us we value the connection and conversation with Taylor more than the photo, and the girls didn’t get that. I am disappointed by what happened and hope my friends get another chance to tell Taylor everything they need to.

@lovinhimwasread @yourfaceinalocket @jen-loves-tay-13

#reputation #mine #story #meeting tay #taylor swift #rep room

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peppermintii · 7 years ago

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IN AN 18+ OTOME GAME, I’LL PROTECT MY CHASTITY!

CHAPTER 34: A YANDERE…… MORE LIKE? With my breathlessness, my distant consciousness came back. When I slowly raised my eyelids, I found myself sharing a kiss with sensei. ------The virginity I was saving even from my last life (or more like it was automatically shelved) was discarded. What’s more, a mob character like me, with a capture target…… I wonder what would happen from now on. When I started thinking about it, I bit my tongue. With quite the result. [Ri---na? Don’t think about anything else, except me.] Sensei scolded me in a low tone. His voice was sweet but deep within was his wrath which made me shudder. Noticing my fear, his eyes gradually softened. [Because, you’re already mine.] [……… Roger, tha--t] Somehow calming myself down after looking around, I replied after resolving myself while sensei just laughed in satisfaction. But at the same time, sensei who’s still inside me got bigger making me twitch inside. Wait, sensei, you just came a while ago, right? This, did it really get smaller? It kinda has a great presence though…… I unexpectedly felt a cold sweat ran down. Somehow remembering my fears, stirring slightly, sensei knit his brows in displeasure. [Ri—na?] [No, umm you see….. sensei, can you, pull out….. for once…..] I didn’t want to startle him so I told him like that, sensei’s face that was frowning was replaced with a grin. [Okay. Just once, alright.] ……… Hm? Did I go wrong somewhere? [But, well, I should pull out once.] No, everything’s fine…. I guess? [………Nnnn] Sensei’s thing slid out. The fluid he let out inside felt wet and slimy, causing me to have goosebumps. [Wait a while.] Sensei got out of the bed and left the room. Just when he left me helpless, he immediately came back. Apparently, he went to get a towel. [Sensei, thank-----] Just as I was about to get up and thank him, he smiled giving me a bad feeling. [Eh? Sensei?] [Wait a bit] As soon as he said it, he grabbed my right ankle and lifted it. [EEHH!? Sensei!?] While I was startled, he bound my right ankle with my right wrist with the towel. Grabbing my left ankle, he bound it with my left wrist the same way. All of a sudden, I found myself in an unbelievable fixed position. <>i/Wait, ending up immobile in this situation because of my own body’s flexibility is detestable! If it was m y old one from my past life, it’d be physically impossible! No, this isn’t the time to be bothered about that. What’s the meaning behind this position!? [Aahhhh---- Wow, such an amazing view. The proof of your first time and my white stuff mixing together, I feel thrilled.] With those words, I felt a frightening shamefulness and disturbance, and a faint terror washed over me. The fear of being made to look like this, being seen in such a shameful and obscene situation, that entranced expression on sensei trembling with sexual perversion, and also, of me who is actually happy in the depths of my heart with sensei looking at me like that. Not, not good. I feel that I just took the first step into becoming a pervert. [Juu---st for a bit, don’t move.] He abruptly took out his phone and turned it towards me. ------Eh, what’s he doing!? As I panicked, I saw a flash. [Se-se-se, sensei! Just now, what did you do!? [Hmmm, photo memorabilia?] As he grinned, I felt scared. I rushed to cover up my body but I couldn’t move around since I’m bound. Tears different from earlier started to swell. I didn’t even want to be seen like that, more so with a picture! [Even if you don’t do those things, I already ended up like this with you, at least say it properly!] There was those boys at the audiovisual room today, there’s no need to take a proof with picture! [Hmm? Aaah, that’s not it, you’re wrong. This isn’t for proof. I trust you for that matter. This is simply a memorabilia photo. I just wanna leave behind something of your appearance when you became mine.] Sensei laughed gleefully. -----Ah, this guy, he isn’t just a yandere, but also a pervert.? I had a serious look on as I thought about it. TN: - AH…. I wanna try being tied up and also to tie someone else up…..

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#WN translations #web novel #kisa translating stuff #R-18 #18+OGPC

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yesyunniechan · 7 years ago

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Detective Conan File 1002 [Japanese to English Translation]

The criminal is... Tengu?

[Te... Tengu?!]

Se: The tengu appeared in Agata-san's room?!

S: Yeah...

S: It was like in the movie with SFX!

Se: And then? What happened to the Tengu?

S: It burned up and vanished after Agata-san threw an ashtray at it!

Se: B-burned up and vanished?! So it really must be SFX?!

S: Agata-san said that he wanted to return to his room after Nishiki-san was killed in order to get some rest, but he couldn't catch any sleep...

S: He tried to drink himself to sleep in the bar, but drank too much and got dead drunk...

S: When he came back to his senses, he'd returned to his room... He wanted to have a smoke, but felt a strange presence when he was lighting his cigarette, so he looked up at the ceiling and...

[A tengu appeared at the hotel’s ceiling...!! Shinichi and Sera’s deduction..?!]

S: Saw a gigantic tengu glaring down at him from the ceiling...

S: So he fell from his chair and screamed...

S: Keiko-san, who was in the next room over, heard this and contacted me, and we managed to catch a glimpse of the Tengu after I rushed over here.

Se: He returned to his room without noticing it...

S: Yeah... He said he had a feeling someone helped him along on his way back to his room...

Se: Which means that someone might have had a chance to set something up in Agata-san's room...

S: But there was nothing that looked like a film projector and could have been used to project something, right?

Se: What about the cipher? Was there another cipher?

S: No...

S: Although, just as with Nishiki-san...

S: He got two lumps on his forehead...

Se: Speaking about lumps...

Se: Kurachi Keiko-san, the actress, also said that she got a lump when she fell during that one shoot, didn't she?

S: Yeah... They'd finished the film, but she asked the director to redo the last scene... and she fell during the retake they filmed a couple of days ago...

S: Now that I think of it, she did say that somebody might've pushed her from behind... She didn't have her hat on the last time I saw her, but her forehead did still look a bit swollen, so I think she really must have fallen...

S: Well, she was smiling as she was falling, like 'Kobutori Jiisan' from that one folk tale...

Se: Didn't Kobutori Jiisan have his lump on his cheek?

S: There are various versions that all differ based on their region, right?

S: More importantly, did the blood on the ceiling at the scene of Nishiki-san's murder really end up being his?

Se: No... the police examined it after you left...

Se: Only the center part with the splattered blood, so basically the blood that dripped on your shoulder, was actually Nishiki-san's blood....

Se: The rest was just paint that must've been put there beforehand...

S: Just as I thought!

Se: Also... we thought that the murder weapon that was used to stab Nishiki-san was buried underneath all those scattered script pages... but we couldn't find it...

S: Meaning that the criminal should still have said murder wea...

S: R-Ran? What's up?

R: Oh, nothing at all!! Just, you know, the fact that you and me french kissed in London, what's all that about?!

S: Haah?!

So: Nakamichi-kun keeps blabbering on about it in the weirdest kansaiben! "Those two had already shared a big smooch!" <3

S: A-a, n-no, see, that was my voice, but it wasn't me...

[Flashback]

R: "My voice, but wasn't me"?!

So: Why are you using kansaiben?

N: Shinichi-kun said so, right? 'When in Rome, do as Romans do'...

Se: By the way, why are your sleeves folded up like this?

S: Heh?

Se: If your sleeves are pestering you, you'd usually roll them up like this, no?

S: A-a, w-well...

Se: That looks like...

Se: A little child had to wear it...

S: B-Ba-ro, that's impossible...

R: A...

R: The poster of that movie Keiko-san stars in...

So: But I suppose it won't premier after what happened to Nishiki-san, the scriptwriter...

R: Yeah...

Se: What was it about?

S: The edo period... There was an officer by the name of Kuranosuke at the Kyoto magistrate...

S: He was troubled that he had no rare valuables to present to the Shogun-sama... Upon hearing this, his wife, Mana, gave her husband Aralia leaves that were giving off a golden glow and said...

S: "This is the Aralia I found while I was picking out wild plants! They're divine, so I'd always pray with them between my hands, but I brought it for you, dear"...

S: "This will make the Shogun-sama happy" Kuranosuke was thankful for Mana's help, but...

S: After that, a mysterious demon appeared in the city of Kyoto and started eating people night after night...

S: That happened because that Aralia served as a seal for the Tengu that sealed away said demon long ago...

S: So then a Tengu appeared by Kuranosuke's bed...

S: "The demon fears that the one who set him free might try to seal him away yet again...

S: And is thus trying to find that person and kill her..."

S: "And if your wife lets that demon eat her while hiding the Aralia leaf in her pocket, it will seal the demon away again..."

S: "My body has already rotted away, and I exist only in the form of a thought, so this is the only way we can do it..."

S: Kuranosuke refused, saying "I'd rather die than sacrifice her!", so the Tengu laughed and replied...

S: "Hoo... you're willing to give your own life? Then hold these Aralia leaves in your hand and jump from the Kiyomizu temple's stage... that should open up a path...'

S: Kuranosuke believed the tengu, jumped from the Kiyomizu temple's stage, and became a tengu himself, giving off a golden glow...

S: He saved Mana, who was about to be eaten by the demon, and elliminated it with his tremendous magical powers, but...

S: Because he'd become a tengu, Mana couldn't see him...

S: The weeping Mana, whose husband had suddenly disappeared from her sight, heard an echoing voice...

S: "If you want to meet me, bring Tengu flowers to the Kiyomizu temple's stage, on an evening that the autumn leaves are brightest"...

S: Mana heeded these words, and she arrived at the Kiyomizu temple's stage grasping the flowers known as Tengu Kuwagata...

S: Kuranosuke, who'd become a tengu, appeared, and she asked...

S: "But why did we have to meet at sunset? If we'd met while the sun was at it's zenith, I would have been able to stay with you longer"...

S: And Kuranosuke answered... "My face has turned red out of the anger for that demon, and my body is covered with its red blood... Yet when everything around me is just as red, I can at least hide it a bit, don't you think?'

S: Then, after they'd shared a goodbye kiss, Kuranosuke disappeared into the darkness of the night...

S: Sad story...

So: Awesome!!

R: How come you know that so well?

Se: It hasn't premiered yet, right?

S: Yeah... actually, this movie...

S: Is an adaptation of an art project they did while they were at the Gion University of Arts...

S: And this story's out there on the internet!

S: Well, looks like all five of them ended up becoming famous because that art project was really popular... So it's difficult to imagine that the criminal might be one of them...

R: By the way, when I met Keiko-san at the Kiyomizu temple's stage...

R: She flew the pressed flower to the wind! Maybe it was the tengu flower from that story...

S: R-really?

R: And she whispered 'Wait, Dekuri-kun... Soon..."...

S: Why Dekuri-kun? That guy isn't part of the staff...

R: Mana and Kuranosuke exchanged a kiss... Kiyomizu temple's stage...

R: I wonder... Maybe Shinichi wants to share a kiss as well?

[So, class...]

[Starting this afternoon, every group will be allowed to do as they wish...]

[After finishing the course... you should all return to the hotel by 6 PM!]

N: Oi, heard that, Kudo? You can use a selfie stick at the hotel's public bath to spy on the girls half!

S: Really?

TN: Ffs Shinichi

N: Well Sera... Has no breasts, but...

N: Spying on Mouri would make for a great snap, don't you think?

S: W-well...

N: "Well"... You... didn't bathe with Mouri after that kiss, did you?!

S: T-there's no way I could do that, right?!

S: I did as Conan though...

S: Hm? A call from Hattori?

S: Oi... did something else happen?

H: It’s a mess...

H: The media is rushin' to the hotel and makin' a huge fuss!

H: Since the one who was killed yesterday was Nishiki Tarou, who'd won the Naoki award...

H: It caused a major media circus, how're thing on yer side?

H: Did yer sensei tell ya to cancel the field trip and return to Tokyo?

S: It's fine for now!

S: Looks like the teachers are keeping what happened a secret from the students... The room Nishiki-san was killed in and the rooms where the students are staying are far away from one another after all...

H: Can ya escape them for a bit?

S: Eh?

H: Those four said they want to talk about the Dekuri guy that created the cipher, but the media is makin' too much noise in the hotel, so...

They're thinkin' of sneakin' to the restaurant they'd made a reservation at for lunch...

H: I'll head there with the police, but what 'bout ya? Ya wanna listen to 'em yerself too, right?

S: Which restaurant is it?

H: A Ryotei called Isogiyama of Ponto-cho!

R: Where should we eat?

Se: Those fruit sandwiches yesterday were delicious!

So: Then today...

S: How about... Isogiyama at Ponto-cho?

R: That's our Sonoko!

R: Although at first we were originally turned away because there were too many reservations...

N: Suzuki-zaibatsu's great!

So: Well, yeah~

Se: Hm?

Se: What?

Se: What's this round fence made out of bamboo?

Se: Other restaurants have stuff just like this...

N: It's a trend here in Kyoto, isn't it?

M: This is...

M: Inuyarai...

M: They say that it's meant to ward off thieves by renderin' them visible at from the road... But it really just keeps dogs from markin' their territory...

R: Momiji-san!!

So: Do you know her?

R: Yes! We met when me and dad travelled to Kyoto before...

TN: EAT IT MOVIE 21

Se: Huge boobs...

M: Friends of Ran-san? Yer all wearin' the same uniform...

R: We're here visiting from Tokyo for a field trip...

M: Heeh... Tokyo?

M: Thank ya for comin' out from yer countryside to our place! <3

So: C-countryside...

S: We're from Tokyo, the capital...

Se: What should I eat so that mine will grow that big?

M: After school, I had some free time after school this afternoon, so I was thinkin' about havin' lunch at this restaurant... Wanna go together?

R: Momiji-san is a student of Kyoto Senshin High, right?

R: Then maybe do you know Okita Soushi-kun?

M: Ah, yeah... That kendo boy is in the same class as me...

R: Really?

M: How 'bout comin' inside and continue our talk there?

[Tengu!!]

R: Eh?

Sc: A tengu appeared on Kiyamachi street!!

S: A t-tengu?!

P: Ayanokoji-keibu... There's word that a tengu has appeared on Kiyamachi street...

H: That's nearby...

A: We gotta do somethin' 'bout that dimwit...

P: But looks like there are a number of them!

H: What?!

N: O-oi... You'll protect us, right?

A: Yes! We'll have to leave for a bit, so please don't go anywhere!

M: O-okay...

K: That's kind of scary...

A: Y-you won't let them run away, right?

H: Yeah! Have no worries!

S: Oi-oi-oi...

Se: How many of them are there?!

S: Nakamichi! Let's catch everyone!!

N: Ok!

Se: Ran-kun, back us up!!

R: O-okay!

So: Wai... Wait..

So: Don't leave me here~!!

T: Hihhihihi...

I: Young Miss... How are you?

M: Fine...

So: Who...

T: Shit... ya caught me....

H: What the hell are ya plannin'?!

M: Heiji-kun!

T: I was recruited through the internet! If y'all put on a tengu mask and run along Kiyamachi street, ya will get 1,00,000 yen in advance! And if ya don't get caught by anyone in 30 minutes, ya will get 1,000,000 yen....

H: Is this true?

S: Oi, Hattori! Are those 4 alone in the restaurant right now?

H: Damn! We have to get back!!

S: This time it's the actor Ihaya-san...

H: His carotid artery was cut...

Se: And he's got two lumps again, all the while lying upside down...

H: What a weird criminal though... They spent their time prior to the murder leavin' those footprints...

H: And then they musta called this man out and killed him...

S: No... 10 minutes ago, when we left this place...

S: There were no footprints here, right?

[A serial killing is happening in the ancient city... What is the meaning of ‘Tengu’ here?!]

#detective conan #dcmk #man #i almost died #kyoto arc #1002 #well we fuked movie 21 #movies are not canon #huehuehue #also #shinran is blooming #but even this didn't save me from a longass tengu story monologue #and the quality was terrible #it took so long #*cries*#it was the most challenging chapter I'd say #but hey #shinichi action!#eat it movie 21 tho heuheuhehuehue

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