#anyways if you read this and worried about me nd youre still reading these tags... dont worry about me.

[lilacponds]

the wanting your friends to not worry about you while you clutch your chest and cry at random intervals while knowing you've been through this before and you will again and it's always been and always will be worth it while being unable to eat or sleep much while reassuring your friends youre fine while

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i want to be able to be in pain and grieve and be sad. but i dont want my friends to be sad for me. i dont want to be asked how im doing

im in pain but i mean it when i say it will pass and i know it, not in the 'im keeping hope and positivity' kind of way but in the 'its an unescapable cycle of my life that im happy to go through'

of course im not happy about what happened, or that im in pain, but i would do it again in a heartbeat if i could go back in time. love is worth it

its like...

this is a personal type of pain. i hold it precious in my palms. its not for sharing, its my treasure and mine alone.

this is not just about pain. its about the happiness it follows. its about the love overflowing. its about the wonder hidden in the corners. its about realization and sacrifice and all the little things that no one can really get because they havent lived through my specific experiences.

its precious, to me. to keep near my now-aching-soon-nostalgic heart. to hang on the walls inside of it.

spending time with loved ones helps soothe, of course. i'm not shying away from that. but my stinging and my healing are mine to cherish.

[maliciouslycreative]

How I played damage control to an anti in a small anime fandom and may have led to her ultimate downfall

I know I had a really nice write up of this at one point but oh well. I’ll spill more of the tea in this one because honestly the tea was so hot.

There are a few things that I have to give context to first. Gaia online was like THE mega forum of the 2000s, you made a little avatar and through posting and doing other activities on the forum you made money to buy clothes for your avatar. There were forums for everything but the fannish portions were really what drew in most of the people. The anime I was into was Beyblade. It was a shonen anime about fighting with tops that were possessed by the spirits of magical creatures. The story was honestly pretty average but the characters were fantastic and the fandom is to this day still one of my favourites. The series had a primarily male cast and didn’t even have a female lead until the second season. This led to the fanfic for the English fandom being about 70% canon/OC, 10 % canon m/f, and 20% slash. The most popular character in the English fandom was by far Kai Hiwatari, the loner badboy of the team.

Also before we get started I would like to add that one of my best friends was neck deep in this and the two of us were more or less fandom married. This is the same friend that I fake dated, had feelings for, and she nearly got me into kpop in 2011 so like if you haven’t read that story please read it too because it will give you a good idea of how stupid I am and how much of a fanfic I have truly lived. 

To set the stage I was 16, soon to be 17 when I joined the fandom and it was 2004. In September of that year I wrote a humour longfic that became an absolute smash hit and I found myself somehow fandom famous. It was around this time that I joined Gaia online. I made my little avatar and immediately went looking for the beyblade thread so that I could make new friends. I found the main thread, made my little introduction and at the end of it mentioned that I was a slash writer but I supported all ships. This is where I met C. She had declared herself the authority on Beyblade in these parts and I had just committed the crime of mentioning slash which was very obviously not canon and we did not discuss in this thread because we only discussed canon things. I was like well that’s a bit severe but like sure whatever I just want to hang out and have fun. 

Oh boy did I have no idea what I was in for. 

C was a year older than me and unfortunately that made her older than the majority of the fans at the time. Her favourite character was Kai, and she was not shy about talking about this fact. She stanned Kai above all other characters, and often at their expense. She was also a fanfic writer of a popular canon/OC series. Actually, she was so full of herself that she didn’t even call herself a fanfic writer, no her stories were in fact novels and were apparently very good. I never read them. But more on that later. 

Eventually the slash fans got tired of her being rude to us in the general thread so we made a Beyblade slash thread. There was a core of like 8 or so of us and we honestly had sooo much fun. When C would be too unbearable in the main thread the people from there used to come over to our thread and we’d chat with them about non slash stuff because we were honestly all multishippers and just wanted to have fun. We’d get comments like “wow, I’ve had more pleasant canon het ship discussions in the slash thread than the regular thread”. We never worried about C coming over and getting upset about comments like this because she refused to be associated with anything related with slash lmao. 

I tried my best to keep the peace between C, myself, and the rest of the fandom because ultimately I hate being in fandom drama. I just want everyone to have a good time. I’m a people pleaser. Unfortunately my newfound fame put me in the awkward position of being the most fandom popular person in our small community aside from C. Virtually every fan that read fanfics that came into our thread knew one of us or the other by reputation and C HATED this. Especially because people would come in to the thread, recognise me and go “oh my goodness I love your fanfics!” and I’d be super sweet with them and it’d lead into “I can’t believe how nice you are, I love you” which would lead to us crying at each other. This was not the kind of fan interaction that C got, no her fans were more kind that were there to praise her and worship her like a deity that had blessed them with some gift. Rarely did they tell her how kind she was. 

Back in the mid 2000s there were really commonly those commercials (usually by Christian organisations) asking people to sponsor say children in Africa or to help build schools or provide drinking water. You all probably know the ones; know the language that they used in those commercials. My fandom wife, who I suppose I shall call wifey because yes we were THAT couple back then, once said that C described her fics like those people described donating money to save the lives of Children in Africa. So we used to joke that her fics were so good they’d save lives in Africa. Looking back at it all, she almost had a very fundamentalist Christian approach to bringing people into her fanfics. She of course tried to get all the slash people into reading it. None of us read canon/oc fic mostly due to our poor treatment at the hands of their fans and creators. Getting fed up I one day told her that if she would read any one of my fanfics that I would read the entirety of her novels. Yes, I was willing to commit to read a couple 100k of canon/oc fanfic that I’d never touch normally if she would even read one of my 1k 1 shots. Heck, I had a fic even that shipped 2 minor characters so she didn’t even have to sully herself reading about one of the main characters. It was honestly a good deal in her favour. I kept this up until the day we all left the fandom. Sometimes I do wonder if her fics were even ¼ as good as she claimed, but I will never know because she refused to read my fics. 

She wasn’t all bad and a tyrant all the time. As long as people kept the conversations on track and didn’t come in to the thread saying things like “KAI IS SO HOT ND T3H BEST N I AM GUN 2 MARRY HIM” she stayed mostly civil. It was always hilarious watching InuYahsa or Naruto fans try to come in and bad mouth Beyblade because they’d unleash the dragon and C was great at chasing off undesirables in the thread. 

The real apex of goings on though on Gaia was the guild drama. So guilds were like exclusive themed mini forums within Gaia. Anyone could buy one and run it however they want, as long as it still adhered to Gaia’s ToS. C of course was the owner of the only Beyblade guild. The fandom wasn’t really big enough to support 2 guilds so we just kind of let it go. Technically she allowed people to post slash fanfics but like everything had to be explicitly tagged and there was absolutely no slash RP. Wifey and I controlled a handful of minor characters together in the forum RP and definitely used to try to push the boundaries a little bit. Some ambiguous flirting here, a stray comment there. It was such a fragile balance though because C was heavy on the ban button. The active portion of the guild was just people that were in the cult of C and worshipped her writing. 

Understandably the other slash fans and myself were getting disheartened by this. So we pooled our funds together and decided that we’d open a second guild that though it was run by slash fans we would welcome anyone into our ranks. We just wanted to have a fun place for everyone to hang out, and to hopefully run a few events out of. In hindsight, we should have seen what would happen. When we opened the guild, with me as the guild leader, it was like somebody blew up the whole dam protecting the delicate ecosystem we had cultivated. Every single person in the Gaia fandom that was not a zealous follower of C applied to be in our guild and left her guild. We of course figured that we’d attract some of the gen population but we did not expect to accidentally poach all of it. All of the moderators were getting messages from people thanking us for giving them a place where they could say whatever they wanted without fear of getting their faces ripped off or banned. 

C lost her shit. She was so mad that we went behind her back to ruin her guild. We literally had to show her posts in the very public slash thread that we had been planning this in public and that it was not to ruin her life. We just wanted a place where we could freely post slash. The two of us had some spicy comments back and forth and then she dropped an absolute bombshell on me. Since Gaia’s mail system is terrible I unfortunately no longer have exactly what she said but it was something along the lines of “Ok, you win. I’m going to close my guild.”. Us slash fans had never been doing this to win anything. We had never been competing. We just wanted a safe space to be ourselves. 

C never joined our guild. The fandom slowly faded out within the next year anyway. We weren’t getting new content so naturally people just drifted into other fandoms. C kept up with the main Beyblade thread for a lot longer than most of us but eventually that eventually faded into obscurity too. 

I learned a lot about fandom bullies from those days. But honestly the thing that stuck with me the most out of everything was that if you provide a positive safe space for people they will flock to it. It may seem like there are so many hostile people out there, but there really aren't. They're the minority but they just make sure that their voice is the loudest. The best way is to ignore them and just do your own thing. The bullies just want attention and if you don’t give it to them and prove to them that their opinion doesn’t matter to you then they’ll move in and find something else to yell at. 

[queenangst]

How about a oneshot with touch starved midoriya? Maybe neglectful inko? Like the first positive touch he can remember is all might when he was 15, or aizawa or smth

for my 30 min fic challenge / read more: ‘30 min fics’ tag

a hand in the unfamiliar [read on AO3]

The apartment was quiet when Izuku got up, silencing his alarm with a quick tap on his phone. He sat on the edge of his bed for a moment, looking around his room. Early morning light was only just peering in, the sky still blue-grey. He knew it would brighten and change, but by that time Izuku would be long gone.

Mom never got up this early. He peered at the time. 5:43 AM.

He crept out of bed, keeping his slippers off so they wouldn’t make any sound, and then quickly got ready. Izuku hopped from the bathroom, toothbrush still in his mouth, when he heard his phone vibrate.

All Might 5:45 AM Hope you’re ready for training!

Everything in Izuku was suddenly and wonderfully awake. He’d set the alarms, circled the dates on the calendar, but… this was it. They’d already started training two weeks ago.

He still couldn’t believe he saw All Might almost every day.

Yet—Izuku felt like he’d never get used to this floating feeling. Every step down the hall, though cautious, also felt like he was hovering just a little off the floor. He grabbed an energy bar and the water bottle he’d filled last night, looking around the apartment and listening for the lack of sound that meant Mom was still sleeping.

He hadn’t told her about training yet.

Izuku wasn’t quite sure why. He began the jog down to the beach, the cool morning air greeting him. It was just nice to have a secret—though Izuku had kept plenty from her—that was really, genuinely, just for him. A little something that Izuku could keep in his heart and use as a shield for when the bullies or Kacchan got a little too mean, or when the teachers looked over their desks with those gazes that said you’ll never amount to anything.

But—All Might.

All Might was already waiting for him by the time Izuku came over the first slope of sand, grinning.

“Midoriya, my boy,” he said. He smiled. “You look happy.”

“Just excited to work hard!” Izuku cheered. He bowed. “Good morning, All Might.”

All Might chuckled. “Then good morning to you.”

The greeting sent warmth spreading through Izuku. Over the last two weeks he’d kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Actually, a part of him still was.

One day Izuku would show up and the thick morning clouds would close in, and at the top of the slope All Might would stand, arms folded. In those nightmares All Might didn’t look like a hero, just a dark shadowy figure even though his silhouette was still recognizable.

He would say, I made the wrong choice. You can’t be a hero.

So far it hadn’t happened. Every day when Izuku woke up, he hoped it wouldn’t.  

“Where do you want to start first?” All Might asked.

Izuku bit his lip and surveyed the beach. His eyes landed on a small section of trash close to them, cluttered with objects of varying sizes.

“Here,” Izuku said, and All Might followed him.

They fell into a familiar rhythm as Izuku began his work. Usually first he worked on the smaller items, sort of like his warm-up, and lugged microwaves and broken fans, bits of litter and broken things up to All Might’s truck. All Might watched carefully.

It made Izuku nervous sometimes, how closely he watched. That was the point of being a mentor, Izuku supposed, and no way was Izuku ever going to tell All Might that it made Izuku a bit uncomfortable. The back of his neck prickled.

Still waiting. Still waiting for All Might to tell Izuku that he wasn’t good enough. Turn around and go back to your shitty excuse of an existence, worthless Deku. That sounded more like something Kacchan might say.

His foot caught on an exposed metal frame of sorts, and Izuku went flying. There was a loud clatter as he dropped the chair he’d been carrying, and Izuku landed in the sand, pain shooting up his arm despite the forgiving surface.

“Midoriya!”

Izuku sat up and spat sand out of his mouth, groaning. Usually training was hard enough that he always showered before heading to school anyway, but this was just gross, and he’d have to put up with being covered in sand for the rest of the session.

All Might crouched next to him. “Are you alright?”

Izuku looked up into a concerned face, and the words died in his throat. He tried to say yes, just a simple little word, but he couldn’t.

“...Midoriya?”

Izuku wiped at his face, though it only made more sand stick. He looked down at his hand, hissing.

The pressure eased.

“I’m-I’m okay, All Might,” he choked out.

When was the last time someone looked at Izuku like that? Not pitying the way strangers did when it got out that Izuku was Quirkless, not concerned in the way that people often thought Izuku couldn’t handle himself just because he couldn’t create explosions from his sweat or pull objects toward himself. Not the kind of help that was condescending, or to make themselves feel better.

All Might just looked like he cared.

“Your arm, is it alright?”

Izuku realized he was holding it. He turned his right arm around, testing, and felt only a bit of pain now that the initial impact was over.

“Um…”

“Here,” All Might said. He leaned in, hair swinging forward in Izuku’s face, and Izuku realized they were close. Before Izuku could react, All Might gently took Izuku’s arm, massive hand cradling his. “Let me see.”

“It’s—” Izuku squeaked.

All Might, muscle form or not, could probably snap Izuku’s arm like it was nothing more than a pencil. He bet the man could eat bullets for breakfast, even. But All Might’s touch was light, gentle, as he turned Izuku’s arm over.

“Might bruise,” All Might said.

“So-sorry,” Izuku said.

All Might startled. Their eyes met before Izuku dropped his gaze.

“Why are you sorry?” He dropped Izuku’s hand but then reached for Izuku’s shoulder, almost covering it. “I’m glad you’re alright. It was just an accident.”

Izuku chewed on the inside of his cheek so he didn’t answer right away.

Just an accident. Those words could mean many different things.

“I- I messed up.”

All Might chuckled. “You tripped, my boy. Nothing to be worried about. You know, I walk into doors all the time. It’s quite embarrassing.”

Izuku stopped being able to think, or to listen to what All Might was saying, because he was suddenly and overwhelmingly aware that All Might’s hand hadn't left his shoulder yet. It was a casual touch, but it felt so nice that Izuku wondered how long they could stay there. If they could.

At the same time, Izuku thought if they stayed there any longer, he might explode. His childhood hero, Izuku’s hero, was here in front of him.

“Ye-yeah,” he mumbled. “Thanks. Um-I-I think I should get back to work.”

All Might smiled and stood up, towering over Izuku. Then he held out a hand, and Izuku stared, dazed.

“Come on, then, you prince of nonsense,” All Might said. “What are you looking at me like that for?”

At home Izuku tended to skirt around Mom when she was too close—not because he was scared she would hurt him, because she would never—but because he was scared if she came too close she would see all his secrets. At school, no one ever touched him kindly—shoving, pushing, punching.

Kindness was a rarity. Kindness was what Izuku had to make himself because no one ever offered it to him.

All Might was offering.

Izuku took it, felt All Might’s firm and steady grasp on his hand as he was pulled to his feet. They held there for a moment, and then All Might ruffled Izuku’s hair.

“Let’s get back to work, then, huh?”

“Yeah,” Izuku said. He bent down and scooped up the stuff he’d dropped. “All… All Might? I’m glad we met.”    

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[nc7dr3am]

LILY INSTAGRAM STORY Q&A

“hello my loves!! let’s chat~~”

TAGLIST (lmk if u wanna join! it’s for all of my lily verse content, even the other oc blogs): @aqueenieme​ @moonbeamsung​​ @atinygracie @jinsoulorbitzen12​ @btshook

“how are you tonight? could we have a tmi?”

i am very sleepy. i’ll be going to bed soon, actually.. for the tmi... i’ve had three coffees today

“lily!! read any good books lately?”

YES!! i am reading ‘to live’ by yu hua and it’s very .. thought-provoking, i suppose. i’m reading it in chinese, as well, to practice. mila and evie help me occasionally if i need it. please read it!!

“nct siren!!! i’m so excited- can you tell us about hyeyoung and evie?”

i’m excited too~~!! hyeyoungie unnie is very talented at dance and singing. she is a kind and caring unnie, and she calls me her baby. she is one of my very best friends, and i rely on her a lot. evie is also extremely talented, and her voice is very unique. she is a really cool unnie and plays with me a lot. she is also one of my best friends. i love them so much🥺

i know you all will love them- support them, okay? they deserves the world.

“how is the dorm these days? honey and mr. darcy are PRECIOUS... but isn’t jeno allergic?”

yes, jeno is allergic, but you all know that won’t stop him from cuddling them .. dummie. but at least mr. darcy is hypoallergenic! honey sheds quite a bit, though .. also, i’ve actually recently moved out of the dream dorms

“GIRL WHERE DO YOU LIVE NOW?? IS JIMIN NA FOR THE STREETS??”

LMAOO I NEEDED THIS BABE HAH jimin na is too much of a lil wimp for the streets. but! i live with my nct siren members now! i love it!! it was hard to say goodbye to my dreamies, but i literally see them constantly anyway

“have you been resting enough? i love your solo and your promotions but i hope you’re eating and sleeping well :((“

thank you for caring, babe!! don’t worry though, i’m okay. i appreciate your kindness more than you know.

“lily babe what smells do you associate with the dreamies? and siren?”

*answered on ten different instagram story posts, one for each member*

oh my god there’s so many of them .. mila is definitely oranges and green tea. she uses green tea lotion, but the smells just remind me of her as a person since this is what we’re basing it on

i know we’re not really doing LITERAL scents, but hyeyoung unnie uses this givenchy perfume, l’interdit. it smells floral, but with spice. she reminds me of clean laundry and roses.

evie unnie is like paint. she’s an artist, so when i smell paint, i think of her. and champagne!! floral scents remind me of her as well, but bright floral scents, not the soft ones like hyeyoung. and rain. mixed bag

jaemin oppa reminds me of clean but slightly floral smells. i think if i had to pick a smell for him, it’d be this one aloe and rose toning spray i have. lavender is also a good one for him. calming smells

jeno oppa is like a soap? yknow just the regular body soap with no added scent? it still smells good and it’s just nice and familiar. also, like when something is baking in the oven on an early morning.

fullsun is like if you’re walking somewhere nice and catch a scent of some nearby flowers and freshy cut grass. the way summer days smelled when i was a child. i also would choose honeysuckle for him

renjun oppa is like a forest? he also reminds me of the smell of books, or paper. i’d also pick a beach, but on a cloudy day and there aren’t many people around and the air. he’s like nature

jisung reminds me of the summer nights smell where you have a bonfire. do you all know what i mean? i dunno, it just fits him! and he’s like a nice fresh smell. maybe like when the air smells colder.

chenle reminds me of a pool and i don’t know how to explain that. on another note, mint. he always has a bit of a minty smell in person, too, so that’s probably why. also cologne because he has a lot of it

mark oppa really reminds me of just... that comfortable home smell? and candles? i think amber and cashmere too... those warm, comfy scents. laundry and clean hair. nice smells. he doesn’t wear cologne btw but he always smells nice

“if you can’t talk right now and are doing hot girl shit, what are you doing?”

deadass just rewatching the twilight saga

“should i get a sugar daddy”

i feel like i will get in trouble for answering this

“me love you long tim”

who’s long tim

“do you also still use l’interdit for your perfume?”

OKAY so i use it every now and then!! it’s hyeyoung’s signature smell, and i liked it so sometimes i switch it up and use that. my regular perfume is amazing grace bu philosophy. i’ve used it every day for years

“do you watch crack videos? ily”

ily too!! +yes and i ENJOY THEM it’s very much my sense of humor. johnny irritated me when he only laughed a little. i also watch edits you all make of me >:) i see a lot of czennies posts.

and yes that should scare you

“do the kitties get along with beetle? and are there any other pets in the siren dorms?”

our pets get along pretty well. honey was very hostile at first, but she got used to mr. darcy pretty quickly and they’re best friends. the cats are indifferent to beetle but sometimes they cuddle. and there’s not anymore pets yet!! well, mila has a goldfish too- she just got him and his name is bird.

“bestie i would drink your spit”

i KNOW you didn’t think i would see/respond but i’m built different

“jimin my love what should i do if my ex is trying to get back with me? he kinda broke my heart nd cheated but i still have feelings :(”

um babe he is a FLOP for breaking your heart nd a FLOP for cheating. please don’t get back with his bum ass. idc if it’s harsh- no excuse for cheating. if you trust someone with your heart and they cheat, you know they’re not to be trusted with them again. stay strong bub- i believe in you!

“lily babe your solo was beautiful shskdhs can we expect more solo/lily-written things soon?”

okay i. cannot maybe should not say anything but uh .. LOL

“jimin may i please have your hand in marriage”

okay so i definitely scrolled your account, i definitely think you are beautiful, and i am definitely in love now. also i accidentally liked an old photo gosh i seem creepy i am so sorry

but basically she said yes

“who have you texted most recently?”

*the photo for this story is the cats*

i feel like you wanted to hear a member or one of my friends but i was texting in a group chat with me and my parents. i sent them this picture of my cats, and i also told them i miss them

“ma’am what are your favorite shows”

favorite show of all time is euphoria! i also love the end of the fucking world, joe pera talks with you, the office, seinfeld, i’m now very into steven universe!!!”

“cat girl?”

maid costume is better

“what did u get johnny and jisung for their birthdays!!?”

OO yes!! he loves hats a lot so i got him a balenciaga cap. he really loved it. i also made a decorated corkboard with pictures of our members having fun. i put string lights around the frame and put pretty things on it with evie’s help

johhny is hard to get presents for because he buys whatever he wants. i ended up getting him a pair of vetements slides and a bottle of wine i know he likes. 

also!! i got seulgi unnie and i matching bracelets <3

“why is no one talking about the fact that her favorite show is euphoria oh my GOD”

hhhhhh it’s literally art. the best show i have ever seen in my entire life. a few of the other members have watched it, as well, but evie is also really into it. it made hyeyoung cry the whole time.

“favorite food and song right now? i love you you’re so precious”

i love you more, darling!! food is gyoza, but i really love all dumplings right now. my favorite song at the moment is lovely day by bill withers

“STEVEN UNIVERSE OMG tag siren as the crystal gems”

OKAY hyeyoung is def pearl, shes our mom. mila is garnet, for obvious reasons. i’m steven :D

and evie is amethyst but my mind also is saying greg universe so do with that what you will

“answer 100% honestly there’s a gun to your head who is your favorite member”

NOT JOHNNY

“will you flirt with me queen”

no problem baby :) your recent is fine as hell i’ll be in your dm’s waiting

“are you in love”

how can i not be when i am living on the same planet as you

“girl don’t be shy send us hand pics”

GUYS-

“do you have any western artists you’d like to collab with?”

it’s britney, bitch

“i really hope the dating rumors with renjun didn’t but strain on your friendship :(”

okay i actually really wanna address this because a lot of y’all have been saying this stuff, but it didn’t mess up anything. we’re adults now, we’ve known each other for years, and none of us are stupid- including the other guys. we know there will be rumors about us, it’s fairly obvious, but nothing will ever change the fact that we are all best friends, and nothing more. i’m so, so grateful for all of you that were kind, and believed me us when we told the truth. renjun and i, once again, for the people in my dm’s and asks, are not, and never were, dating. our friendship is as strong as ever, babes. 

it’s time for me to goooo, i’m sleepy! goodnight, petals! see you soon~~

[deliontower]

one normal day

Pairing: Adam x sister!Reader (with a little cas x reader but you can read it whatever way you like) Summary: Adam wants y/n to have one normal day. not trusting Adam Cas tags along Warnings: swearing, fluff, and not much else Word Count: 1.4k A/N: first i hope you like this and im sorry it took me a while to post. started it right away but something came up and i've only recent got back to my writing, and the new episodes really didn’t help 😅 been edited twice but might of missed something, thank you dyslexia 

requested by @ivyyie​: ok, I always thought of something like that, Sam and Dean have a little sister, and when Adam shows up, he wants to take the reader out for a walk so she can be a normal teenager for at least a day, Sam and Dean allow, but Cas asks to go along, since he doesn't trust Adam and wants to protect Reader.

                           MAIN MASTERLIST | REQUEST OPEN

“no. no way. Not gonna happen” Cas huffed with his chest out, with his hands on his hips.

“I don’t need your permission to spend time with my sister” Adam tried to argue back.

“No” Cas stopped speaking when you walked into the hotel room.

You looked up  from the lore book in your hands and over to Adam and Cas who were both red in the face then to Sam and Dean in the middle trying  their best to calm them down. You raised an eyebrow at them, “What you guys fighting about?”, you put the book down on the table. “well?” you asked again when no one spoke.

“ehhh, Adam wanted to take your out for the day” Sam said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“like a hunt” you tilted your head to the side, “don’t think that’s a good idea”.

Adam pushed away from Cas giving him the side eye, Dean and Sam stayed where they were but Cas stepped closer too, “No like a normal day. We can do anything you want”. You mouth formed an o space as you understood what he meant. You turned to Sam and Dean for guidance.

“no issues here go have some fun, you deserve some” Dean smiled sitting down.

“really?” Cas said loudly, you looked at him shocked not used to hearing him yell. “I know he’s your brother but we can’t trust him” he said in a hush tone, “I’m just looking out for you” he put his hand on your arm.

“Cas” you sight blushing his hand away, “look I love you for looking out for me but I can look after myself and anyway have you seen him? I could floor him in a second” you heard Dean and sam snigger from across the room. “no offence” you nodded to Adam.

“is that a yes?” he asked looking at Cas.

Cas rolled his eyes in your direction and nodded his head. You sent him a smile and went to grab your coat. “one condition” you stopped to look at him. “I join you two”.

You stared at him and scoffed, “Fine if I helps you sleep at night”.

“I don’t sleep”

“I know, I know. Its just a saying” you shook your head, “Come on then, I hear the fair is in town”.

You had to practical beg Cas to watch you from a distance when you got to the fair, he wasn’t happy about it but did it in the end to make you happy.

At the fair you felt a little overwhelmed, sure you’d heard about fairs and what happened at them but actually being dead in the centre of one was strange. You looked around at all the other people having fun who knew what to do, you looked at Adam who looked in place too.

“so?” you strung out getting Adam’s attention, “what should we do first?”.

“Well which booth is your favourite?” Adam asked. Your face heated up at his question so you looked away embarrassed. “oh. You haven’t been to one before” he realised.

“well never really had the chance” you muttered, “its always the end of the world for us” you waved your hand in the air. You huffed “I mean look I have an angel following me around. I’m not normal” you pointed back to where Cas was intensely watching.

He cleared his throat and nodded to a booth, “well dad and my mom used to take me every year and we always did the gun one”.

Adam lend the way over to the stall where the back wall was covered in little red boxes with small metal people inside. “okay so you get bb bullets and you need to shoot 5 ‘people’ to win a prize”.

“sounds simple” you nodded.

“I’ll show you then you try” Adam smiled.

When Adam shoot his first shot you felt Cas behind you, “do you think he knows I can shot a gun better than him?” you questioned over your shoulder. Cas snicked when Adam nearly hit the man behind the booth. “hey, give me a go”.

Adam handed you the ‘gun’, you shifted the gun from one hand to the other getting used to the weight. The real gun in your jeans pocket was heavier by far and could shot better. But you relaxed your shoulders and got into the right prostitution, you lined the gun up and fired 5 perfect shots.  

You beamed over to Adam and Cas. Adam looked a little shocked while Cas just grinned at you. When the man at the stall handed you the biggest prize, he had you skipped over to the boys. “Now that was fun”.

“Maybe we should give the booths a break” Adam suggested after you handed him a 2nd teddy.

You turned to face him holding another teddy and over to Cas who held 2 other prizes of his own, “yeah probably” you shrugged, “getting boring winning anyway”.

Adam smiled looking down.

“What else should we do?” you asked biting your lip.

“well since you cleared out all the booths, we could try some rides” he pointed to the big wheel, the best he could with his arms full.

You nodded excited, you let Adam walked ahead so you could talk with Cas. “You think you could cut him some slack, please for me” you pleaded.

Cas studied you not saying anything at first, he squinted his eyes at you. “I suppose I can leave you alone for 15 minutes”, you wrapped your arms around him but the teddies in his and your own arms got in the way. You settled with a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks Cas, I can always count on you” you grinned. Cas watched you go with smile on his face.

“is he not following along” Adam asked.

You shook your head at him and laughed, “He just worries” you jumped up and down on the heels of your feet next to him, “and he promised he’d give us some alone time”.

He looked unsure and glanced back over to Cas who was still stood where you had left him, “That easy?”.

You smiled and laughed, “He means well Adam, he been through a lot with us. I don’t blame him for worrying”.

Adam looked sad for a moment, you looked at him confused. “You shouldn’t have gone through anything that involves angels and god knows what else, Sam and Dean neither”.

You laughed dryly, “it wasn’t so bad” you shrugged. He face stayed serious, you started to feel uncomfortable, you laughed again and elbowed him, “Stop, we’re here to have fun, right?”.

He nodded and did his best to laughed making you smile. “you right and look its our turn next” he pointed to the line at had gotten shorter.

Near the end of the evening Cas either trusted Adam or knew you would be okay enough to keep at a further distance.  You had to admit it was nice to be ‘normal’ for one day, no looking over your shoulder, no hunting down whatever monster was terrorising people and having fun for what felt like the first time in years. You felt bad when you thought of it that way, you thought that if Dean or Sam heard you they’d be hurt but you knew they just wanted what’s best for you, like you did for them.

You lent against the motel door with a grin across your face, clutching all your prizes and the cotton candy you brought for the guys. “Thanks for today Adam”.

He stood a little away from you with his hands in his pockets. “you know I thought you would say no at first”.

You laughed cocking your head to the side, “Why?”.

“I don’t know, thought you’d think it was a stupid idea”.

“well I had a great day and you were right, it was nice being normal for once”, you put your things on the floor and walked over to Adam. He watched you move looking unsure the whole time, you pulled him into a hug before he could talk. He stayed still in shock, it took me a few seconds before he responded with back.

“when you’re in town, we should do it again” he suggested when you pulled away.

you smiled and nodded, “maybe the others could tag along too”.

“yeah! Maybe Castiel will be more relaxed then” he laughed.

You laughed too while you gathered your things from the floor and turned back to Adam, “I mean it, thank you”.

[sheerfreesia007]

Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 9)

Title: Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 9)

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 2,572

Tags: @cosmo-bear, @two-unbeatable-beaters

Author Notes: I really enjoyed writing this one. I’m working my way to the more intimate parts, still not comfortable writing them yet and I know I can’t keep dragging it out where they aren’t too intimate. If anyone wants to be tagged in this let me know. And any feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank you all for reading and enjoying my work!

Gif by: @elskay​

           You grinned softly as you walked off the commercial plane and into the hub of LaGuardia airport. People were hustling and bustling about you trying to rush for their flights. You held tightly to your little carry rolling suitcase and felt instantly out of place. Your attire was a little too country for this and you felt a little insecure, you wore a multicolored Native American print poncho over a simple white tank top, a pair of light wash denim boot cut jeans, your trusty pair of worn dark brown leather cowboy boots, a pair of silver feather dangle earrings and numerous pieces of turquoise jewelry. You felt you looked cute but you didn’t fit in here. Not with the glamorous New York style that most women walking around you wore.

           Pulling your suitcase along you tried to not let the self-doubt overwhelm you as you made your way to doors that led out to the parking lot and other forms of transportation, you were here on a mission. Thankfully Statesman usually kept a car parked at the 2 major New York airports just in case their agents traveled on commercial flights instead of the jet. Agents usually flew commercial when they wanted to lay low and didn’t want to bother filling out paperwork to take the jet. That was your reasoning for this trip; you hadn’t wanted to tip off anyone in the agency that you were traveling to New York. More specifically a certain senior agent. But you weren’t going to be using the vehicle that Statesman kept here, no you wanted to completely go dark and sneak in without detection. You were going to be using the subway system to travel and walking. It wouldn’t be a long trek anyway since the city was built so close together.

           Champ had grinned and laughed joyously when you had come to him with the request for a few days off. At first he had been hesitant to you let off because the Kentucky HQ was being bombarded with contract work from the FBI as well as their own cases that they were handling. But when you had told him the reason for the time off he had looked at you warmly and agreed on the spot.

           You see there was a particular high-ranking agent who had a birthday coming up and if you knew him at all you knew he wouldn’t be celebrating it at all. So you had taken it upon yourself to plan a few days to come and spend time with him for his birthday surprise. Champ had even called up to the New York and told management that Jack was to be given a few days off and to not expect him in the office for the time frame that you were going to be in New York.

           Walking out of the airport you took a deep breath and wrinkled your nose. You had forgotten what it was like living in the city. You were originally from the New England area; in fact Statesman had found you in Boston, Massachusetts when they had recruited you. It was your engineering and mechanic skills that had drawn the agency to you and when they had researched your background they offered you a position in their lab.

           You turned from the lively airport and began walking towards the nearest Q33 bus stop. It would take you about an hour to get the Statesman New York HQ. There you would be able to speak to the front desk about where you would be staying for your time here and to check in so that the agency had a record of your travel.

           While you waiting at the bus stop you felt your phone beginning to buzz in your pocket. You pulled it out of your back pocket and grinned down at the silly selfie of Tequila that flashed across the screen. Swiping your finger over the screen you held it up to your ear quickly.

           “Hey Tequila.” You said happily leaning against the edge of the bus stop shelter.

           “Hey Cur, just wanted to make sure you got there alright.” Tequila’s deep drawl came over the cellphone and the smile stayed on your lips.

           “Yeah just landed twenty or so minutes ago.” You explained easily.

           “Does he know?” came the question and you flinched softly.

           “No not yet. I was hoping to surprise him. “Do you think he’ll be mad?” you asked quietly beginning to second guess yourself.

           “Cur, o’ course he won’t be mad. It’s you and he’s wrapped ‘round that little finger of yers.” Tequila teased softly. “Anyway I just wanted to make sure that you got there okay and that you were safe. But I’ve gotta get goin’ Champ needs me for another mission.”

           “Ok you be safe Tequila. When I get back you can tell me all about it.” You said as you watched the bus pull up to the bus stop. “I’ll talk to you later.” You said to him as he told you goodbye. Hanging up your phone you easily slipped it into your pocket and waited for people to exit the bus before you moved onto it paying the rider fee.

           The bus ride was uneventful and you were quickly making your way towards the 82nd street subway station to catch a ride on the 7 line. Just as you were nearing the station you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket again. You moved to the side of the station entrance and fished your phone out of your pocket. Blanching slightly at Jack’s picture flashing on your phone you quickly sent it to voicemail and sent him a quick text.

           Sorry can’t talk. Is everything okay handsome?

           Yeah just missed your voice. Wanted to talk before you go into that meeting.

           Once I get out I’ll call you but I’ve gotta run. I love you.

           Love you too.

           You felt slightly guilty for lying to Jack but you really didn’t want to ruin the surprise for his birthday. Thankfully you had already called him earlier this morning before your flight to wish a happy birthday. You knew you were cutting it a little close but as soon as you got HQ in midtown Manhattan you planned on baking Jack a cake and then surprising him in his office with it. You just hoped that the subway was running on time.

           Finally walking into the front doors of HQ you looked around in awe. You had been to the New York office before, there were a few times that you had been sent over to train new lab techs in engineering and mechanics. But it had been awhile since you had been here. They had changed a few things and you found yourself a little distracted as you looked around.

           “Hey Cur!” someone called out behind you and whirled around to see agent Vodka. You had met her while you were training and she had shown your class knife wielding.

           “Hey Vodka! How are you?” you asked excitedly as you both shook hands.

           “I’m doing good. Heading up to a meeting now. What are you doing here?” she asked smiling warmly at you. You blushed deeply and turned your head towards the floor.

           “Uh, it’s Whiskey’s birthday.” You said shyly. “I wanted to surprise him. You won’t tell I’m here will you?” You explained a little worried she’d spill the beans on you.

           “Oh is it?” she said with a smug grin growing on her face. “I didn’t know.” She said teasingly.

           “Yeah he’s not big on celebrating it but I wanted to surprise him. He doesn’t know I’m here at all and I wanted to bake him cake and bring it to him tonight in his office.” You explained.

           “Aww sweetheart. You’re the cutest. Love looks good on you.” Vodka said slinging an arm around your shoulders as she steered you over to the front desk. You blushed deeply again and shrugged your shoulders. “Of course I won’t tell him. And I won’t tease him either about his birthday. Wouldn’t want to tip him off.” She said easily. The front desk clerk quickly checked you in so that Champ had record of your arriving and handed over all the information for where you would be staying. Turning to Vodka you smiled warmly at her.

           “Thanks Vodka I really appreciate it.” You said grinning. You held the key for the place you were going to be staying and looked over the address quickly.

           “Hey when the meeting’s over I’ll send you a text so you know when it’s good to come and surprise him.” She said smirking. You nodded eagerly at her as you shook her hand one more time.

           “Thanks Vodka!” you said happily as you waved over your shoulder and walked quickly out the doors. Quickly making your way towards the apartment you would be staying you stopped at a grocery store not far from the apartment.

           It was about an hour later that you were pulling the baked cake out of the oven in the small kitchen. Grinning softly you inhaled the delicious smelling chocolate cake. Suddenly your phone began to ring and you quickly swooped it up from the counter your grin never leaving your face.

           “Well hello there birthday boy.” You huskily said in a breathy voice.

           “It is so good to hear your voice darlin’.” He said in a deep warm voice with a soft chuckle.

           “Are you done with your meeting?” you asked curiously as you set the cake down on a cooling rack. You pulled out the fudge icing that you had made earlier.

           “Yes darlin’. I’m going to be stuck at the office for a few more hours doing paperwork and won’t be home til much later, so we probably won’t be able to video chat.” Jack said miserably with a sigh.

           “Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry. We could do a video chat now if you want I’m free.” You tried to cheer him up. You could only think of how surprised he was going to be when you showed at his office with his birthday cake.

           “No darlin’ I want to get through this paperwork as quickly as possible and just go home.” He said dispassionately.

           “Are you sure?” you asked warmly trying to make him feel better.

           “Yeah darlin’. I just wanted to hear your voice it’s been a rather boring day.” He said disheartened.

           “I’m sorry handsome I wish I was there.” You said softly into the phone. “I miss you Jack.”

           “I miss you too darlin’.” He said lowly. “Alright I’m gonna get started on this paperwork I’ll send you a text when I’m home so I don’t wake you. I love you darlin’.” He said easily.

           “Happy Birthday Jack. I love you.” You responded softly. Jack hung up the phone and you swiftly turned to the cake and iced it with the fudge icing and then used blue icing to spell out ‘Happy Birthday Jack’. You packaged up the cake and set it on the counter before walking over to your luggage and rummaging through pulling out a small box hat was the length of your palm. Slipping it into your purse you picked up the cake box and walked out of the apartment.

           Jack groaned softly as he rubbed a hand over his tired eyes. Looking back down at his desk and sighed. There was such much more paperwork that he had to get through. It was gonna be a long night, and it was already dark outside. A quick knock was heard on his door and sighed again, he was dog tired and didn’t want to deal with any more problems that came up.

           “Now’s not a good time.” He called out shaking his head. Whoever was at the door didn’t either hear him or care because they slowly opening the door. Looking up with a scowl Jack watched as you walked into his office holding a large box. And suddenly his tiredness and anger was replaced with a sense of happiness and peace. He was up out of his chair and walking towards you quickly. “Darlin’? What are you doing here?” he asked softly as he took the box from your hands.

           “Surprise! Happy Birthday Jack!” you claimed just a little louder than your normal voice. Jack embraced you tightly wrapping his arms completely around your body and twirling you in a circle. You chuckled warmly and placed your hands on both sides of his face before pulling him down for a longing kiss. Jack groaned into your mouth and tilted to his head to deepen the kiss. “Now I know you don’t like celebrating your birthday but I felt it was duty as your girlfriend to come and surprise you with my presence and homemade cake.” You said breathlessly as you pulled away from him.

           “Well happy birthday to me.” Jack intoned to you in a gravelly voice and you smiled almost sinfully up at him before pulling him back into a kiss. “How long are you here for?” he asked softly almost not wanting to know the answer figuring it would only be for tonight.

           “I asked for a few days off. So you’ve got me til Friday night.” You replied easily as your arms moved to wrap around his neck and you fingers played with the hair at the back of his neck. He shivered and pulled you closely to his body.

           “That’s four full days I get you all to myself?” he asked softly to you. One of his hands was trailing lazily up and down your spine just taking in the feeling of your body against his. You hummed deep in your throat to him feeling your body relax into his. “It definitely is a happy birthday to me.” He groaned softly leaning his head into the crook of your neck and began placing kisses against your skin there.

           “Wait. Wait.” You whispered breathily and Jack groaned into your skin.

           “Darlin’.” He warned as his hands gripped at your hips dragging you even closer.

           “I have something for you. A gift.” You said grinning softly as you pulled away slightly.

           “I thought you being here was my gift.” He teased softly as he watched you pull out a small box from your purse.

           “Well part of your gift yes. The cake, me being here with you for four days, and this.” You presented the box to him and stole a quick kiss. He smirked at you and took the box from your hand. Opening it slowly he looked down and began laughing loudly. Nestled inside the box was a new silver belt buckle in the design of a Jack Daniel’s whiskey label.

           “Darlin’.” He murmured to you sweetly with affection. “It’s perfect.” He claimed and pulled you back up against him leaning down for a kiss.

           “Just like you.” You whispered against his mouth before claiming his lips with yours. Jack placed the gift on top of his desk before caging your hips against the edge of the desk with his. “Happy Birthday Jack, I love you.” You sighed against his mouth while your fingers knocked his Stetson from his head and carded into his hair scraping against his scalp. Jack moaned and pressed his hips further into yours.

           “I love you darlin’.” He breathed against your lips before kissing you again.

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Maou-jou 9 - 12 (FINAL) | Idolish7 s2 10 - 15 (FINAL) | SLS 2

I’ve been holding off new seasonals because of other things, but after I post this I’ll have enough time to get around to them. That’s why I can’t guarantee winter 2021 seasonal tags on this post...maybe the next one will have them...

Maou-jou 9

…it seems shopping channels even are the same in the demon world.

Now even the demons have quests! (The frame is different to the princess’s, though.)

Oh! The quest failed.

Neo Alraune: in flower language, “the 2nd coming of happiness”. The worry from a little while ago was, “I’m worried about my brother.” The worry from recently: “I didn’t think about being happy that the princess didn’t kill my brother.”

The penguin demons are pretty cute!

Don’t you know how parents forbid children from sleeping until they finish all their homework? Must be something like that.

Yoku ganbarimashita! – Syalis worked hard!

LOL, mental age: 3. Poseidon likes cute things…I can’t read a lot of this…the hardsubs cover the JPN text.

They…both succeeded! (…LOL?)

Maou-jou 10

Owarinocity = Endopolis. It’s a good equivalent, if I do say so myself.

…oh yeah. What happened to Alraune? Update: There she is!

Also, that blonde guy in the infomercials doesn’t look too bad…*makes chef’s kiss gesture with one hand* Nice.

I wonder, was Twilight once human…?

LOL, there’s a goat symbol on the cleric’s pyjamas. Also “first time”, LOL.

I think they were playing shiritori at one point.

Hanamaru saikou yoku dekimashita!

Maou-jou 11

…How does one “sleep cheerfully”, anyway?

I think I saw Twilight drop something…some kind of paper…

Aw, Twilight blushing is kinda cute!

LOL, 70s shoujo style. Also, “It cannot be!”

Whoa, she cancelled it?!

I read up on this series on TV Tropes…and apparently the Demon King captured the Princess in her sleep.

Kagemusha? Like a ninja or something?

Apparently the Demon Cleric is much older than he looks.

Ooh! Hypnos is back!

A-whatsit really is abysmal levels of stupid!!! (LOL)

Maou-jou 12 (FINAL)

Who’s that one tiny guy occupying one of the Ten Kings’ seats?

*watching after Christmas, about a week after the anime finished* This is not seasonally appropriate!

…*thinks for a second, then spits* That’s the 2nd Nemu in the fall 2020 season!!!

Ooh, the head paladin doesn’t look that bad, either.

“…is it good to be…”

“…has seized the princess!”

“…that demon king is rather cute.” – See? Someone agrees with me.

Anyways, that was a fun series. See you soon!

Idolish7 s2 10

…Back at it after so long…(I can’t help it though – Crunchyroll, per month, is about double the local Funimation sublicensor’s fees, and for much less content that’s worth my money to boot!)

I’ve always thought Momo was like Sasara (HypMic), so seeing him anguished hurts me in the kokoro too…

I know Banri was involved with Re:vale somehow…this must be it.

…Male idols are also popular among men? Is this why there are 8 (!!!) idol anime in winter 2021 alone…? (Also, that’s why HypMic became popular? Multidemographic appeal crossed over with obvious merchandising opportunities?)

It’s kind of scary how Momo stepped the formality towards Yuki like that (to -san).

I guess in his heart Momo still reveres Yuki, some way or another.

The rakugo curtain really sold the moment that they (current Re:vale) were acting like an old married couple.

Yay! Silver Sky is such a cool song! Of course I recognised the intro when it came on.

…I see. The elder Kujo is entrusting his dream to Tenn, so that’s why he banned Aya from seeing Tamaki. However, it’s hard to know what to feel when Aya speaks in the vaguest terms possible.

I think that was a special ending for only this episode. I don’t know what its name is, but I guess I might recognise it on Spotify one day.

Idolish7 s2 11

LOL, Nagi’s reaction.

Considering the ‘rona is getting worse outside our very windows as we speak (type?), I think it’s correct to be concerned about your future right now.

Looking at these narrow streets reminds me of going to eat hotpot at the end of my Japan trip…only Japanese streets look like that, I think. Hong Kong’s streets are more crowded than that and America likes their suburbia.

Of course, when you say hajimemashite (nice to meet you), someone’s gotta say it back, hence the reply.

Considering there are people all over the world watching the Idolish7 anime, I would say you are telling the world about I7, Riku.

Oh! Restart Pointer! There was an MV for that one…I think it was around the time Idolish7’s MVs started getting better.

So this is the context around the new outfits! Cool!

There have been way too many puns about “idol” being…y’know, “ai (love) doll” and stuff like that…

I have one Twitter person who I follow (DejiNyucu, part of the creative team for Autumn’s Journey) because I don’t get much I7 content and they keep mentioning this “Haruki” person…and suddenly a “Haruki the Betrayer” showed up in the graffiti…they might be the same person, I think. Not Deji, but Haruki. Update: Sakura Haruki, perhaps…?

Sougo’s such a bad liar…

Sometimes, the best way to deal with things is to be direct…(I’m not very good at that, I naturally talk in a very roundabout sort of way.)

Sougo with long hair like Yuki would be really pretty… (<- has an obvious thing for guys with long hair)

Idolish7 s2 12

Nagi’s stupid accent is generally what he’s best remembered for (for me), so seeing him speak normally, and do a press conference on top of that, is…impressive.

A kabedon on top of all this! Whoa!

Shibuya 109 parody…? (I’ve seen that once or twice – parodying that means people know their stuff about Shibuya.)

I think the “it’s overflowing!” is referring to the hype in the “room”.

…this dejected Momo is worrying…(well, he is worrying and I am worrying about him.)

Oh, I see. The person responsible typed the letter so that they couldn’t be traced back. Kind of like those old movies where the culprit would cut letters out of newspapers to make threat mail, but…with even less traces than that, because cutting letters out leaves evidence.

…wow, it took a while for this ep. to have an intro…

…LOL, I just spotted Kenjiro Tsuda cited as the “fake Zero”, meaning the real one might never show up this season.

There’s something really stupid and infectious about these managers’ enthusiasm for drinking energy drinks. It puts a goofy smile on my face.

Is Musubi Tsumugi’s mother…? Update: Yes, she is.

…Wait, so the Chiba Shizuo guy is actually important?!

Idolish7 s2 13

Whenever someone says “by the way”, it means they’re changing the subject. I hate to state to obvious, but Sougo is clearly deflecting the topic of conversation from being about him.

I wonder if this guy (Haw9) is the actual Zero graffiti vandal…?

Hmph, I didn’t realise Tenn doesn’t refer to Kujo-san as his father, but…like that (“Kujo-san”) instead.

Oh hey! These are shots from Vibrato!

Most dramas can be solved with the power of Good Communication. That includes this one.

I feel like “he has a dark side” describes both Tenn and Kujo-san.

“Everyone, remember to wash your hands and gargle thoroughly.” – This is always a good thing to remember in the time of ‘rona. Reminds me of Jakurai’s line in ARB (<- this game started just after the ‘rona came down).

What did Sougo go to uni for (what specialisation)?

Idolish7 s2 14

I just realised Banri calls Momo -kun. Hmm…

Denki = electricity, LOL.

I feel like Tenn is basically Ramuda, give or take actual pink hair…guys in musical groups with pre-existing angst that they become the “centre” of. The fact Fling Posse have Saito Soma and so do Trigger strengthens the connection.

I would watch the heck out of a musical like that! Make it come true, Idolish7! (Also, today is I7 day! I’m not much of an I7 fan outside the anime, but…that’s cool!)

That shot of them jumping! I remember seeing it on the official site before!

Idolish7 s2 15 (FINAL)

There you go! I was wondering where Banri’s injury was – that was the only bit that didn’t add up for him to be Yuki’s old partner.

Hmm…Momo is 4 years younger than Yuki but 2 years younger than Banri…

This episode has a real concert vibe to it, to the point where I got startled by how loud the yell was at one point. (Even if it is mostly stills.)

LOL, lookit Okazaki!

Apparently, if you’re a hako oshi, you like all the members of a group. Someone with a green light and a pink light likes both members of Re:vale.

LOL, Usagi for Asahi beer.

…I forgot Nagi is 19.

…Ooh, I think that’s the kid from ZOOL. No wonder they needed a season 3!

That’s all. See you next time!

SLS 2

“fine and upstanding person” – That’s…hard to believe, Hayato.

I wonder how many bois Toboso designed for SLS…?

…The episode title is actually “Blank”. Not “Break”.

One of the guys’ shirts says moteki on it. That’s a period in one’s life where one enjoys more romantic attention than usual, literally “popularity season”.

The subs missed an I, so initially I knew Kiriyama’s name as “Kiryama”.

There are meant to be 2 wings, right…?

“He who controls information controls everything, right?” – For once, I’m surprised Hayato is right (and not just in that smug way of his).

“…I’m being treated like a manager.” – But Hayato is a manager! (In a sense.)

The plait guy jumps to nicknames really fast…also, why do I get the feeling Maeshima will lose the key?

I hate to say this Maeshima, but I side with your childhood friend (Kiriyama) here. As much as the anime wants me to back you, I’m watching for everyone else at this point.

That blocky building looks pretty cool. I think Zel (Archi-Anime) would like it.

Sasugai’s setup looks pretty cool, including his chair.

…hmm, Maeshima’s like me in a sense. I learn best by copying others, but memory is my best asset. If I don’t regularly train the fundamentals, I suck at everything. That said, I don’t have an eidetic memory. Also, I didn’t quite figure out Ken = Ken(sei Maeshima) until I watched long enough to connect the dots.

LOL, Derry’s. (<- reminded of a word for “butt” <- derriere)

Well, the guy’s (Souta…?) shirt does say moteki…

Kiriyama kinda looks like Jyuto (HypMic), come to think of it…Right down to his angry streak (although Jyuto has a reputation to keep as a “cool dude”, while Kiriyama is more of a Manza (Boueibu HK) and he’s more angry than he looks).

…This ED is nothing special.

…Hmm? Is that a small Terauchi and Maeshima…?

I think I’m sold for now, but I’m rooting for the other team, not Maeshima’s…not yet, anyways.

[xueyangapologist]

oh here’s the Good Omens fic rec i conned two people into asking me for so i could feel like the absurd amount of fic reading i do is useful somehow. sectioned off by how i think about them in mine own brain.

there’s a section for fics written pre-show but i haven’t separated all of them. i’ve also included warnings where i thought it was necessary but mostly i’m trusting that everyone knows how to check ratings and tags.

section: favourites

A Backwards Proposal

But then, suddenly, the sun would shine on the angel’s hair, or a certain smell would remind Crowley of this or that sunset in Rome with a flagon of wine, or maybe they would just look each other in the eye, and Crowley’s chest would constrict, and he would wish he could die young like a tragic romantic poet or a young woman who had happened to be caught in a rainstorm once, and whose delicate condition just wouldn’t let her live.

After

After all that, after the apocalypse that wasn’t, after everything, could Crowley stutter through saying anything other than best friend? What was the point, when Aziraphale would never respond in kind?

The Temptation of Aziraphale, or How to Lose a Flaming Sword Without Really Trying

He was Here. The Source of his Agony. And surely something was really dotty in his head because he was starting to think in all capitals.

Different (and its sequels)

“Do you like me?” he wanted to ask. “No, I know you don’t like me, at least, I don’t think you do, except that maybe— But everybody likes me, why don’t you like me? What should I do differently? D’you ever feel, Aziraphale, like you’re one of the only guys around that really gets what this whole love thing is about? Everybody talks about it so bluntly, but surely there’s feeling in it, right? You have feelings, like I do? My feelings, do they sound real to you? Because I don’t know if they are.”

crowley/aziraphale is happening, just in the background at first, don’t worry. i need someone else to read this with me so desperately

the rest is under a read more because it got Too Bloody Long

section: toothrot

An Artless Proposal

“Every dame appreciates a ring.”

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

"Oh yeah," said Crowley quickly. "Loads. All the time." 

some new beginning

The back rooms and the first-floor bedroom were cluttered with vases, and the green bastards seemed to like it better here than they had at Crowley’s flat. He didn’t count a single wilted leaf between the lot of them. Traitors.

section: halfway between the above and below sections, or: big dumb demon has praise kink make me cry

The One in Which Crowley Discovers Wanking

“Oh! They’re still doing the rumpty-tumpty wrong!”

section: are we still calling it pwp?

Really Weird Things

Blow jobs were often the easiest way to fulfill his Lust quota and had the effect of causing huge political scandals when Crowley got caught hard at work, which, considering that the results were very funny, was quite often.

based on a quote from the book, which makes this one terry and neil’s fault

section: sort of has a plot

An Invitation To Ruin

"That's fucking weird, that is," Crowley muttered, then cleared his throat and repeated in a more angelic voice, "My goodness, this is ever so odd." 

technically a sequel to I Got You To Help Me Forgive, which is good, but i like this one slightly better

you smiled (and it broke my heart)

It was quite some time later, after Crowley realised he was somewhere along the A82 in Scotland and still not feeling any better, that he decided he did not want to clear his head of Aziraphale anyway.

section: actually has a plot

Mirror, Mirror

The angel of the Western Gate’s wings rustled behind her as she turned her gaze from the sunset on the still-clear horizon to the serpent behind her.

canon universe collides with a universe where crawly talked to the wrong angel. only explaining that because I thought at first it would be set entirely in the alternate universe, and that made me so sad I nearly didn’t read it.

section: in the beginning there were only 12 good fics in this fandom and i’ve read all of them

Heaven Has No Taste

"It is not given to us to know the Ineffable Plan," the Metatron sing-songed.

please note that a homophobic slur is used in this one and it kinda comes out of nowhere

Strange Flesh and All That

“I always imagined that kind of talk would get you sort all manner of flustered.”

Aziraphale smirks. “Doesn’t sound like there’s much to get flustered over.”

TwoFish

It wasn't so much a kiss. It was lips finding their proper places.

also has a homophobic slur! what is it with these early fics! very very sweet fic though

Will You Do The Fandango

“I’ll thank you kindly to get out,” Aziraphale said, and he’d changed into his smiting clothes and all.

section: it’s about the YEARNING

and, so on

“Are you content?” Aziraphale asks.

“No,” Crowley says immediately. “I never will be.”

Things That Will Never Happen

"No. I mean I want to bring you back to my flat. I have a king-sized bed. Egyptian cotton sheets. I want to pull you under the covers and hold you as tight as demonically possible. I want to fall asleep in your arms." 

considered making a section just for this one titled “MORON4MORON”

section: yeah we gay keep scrolling

You Bloody Snake

Hastur dug his fingers deep in Ligur’s ashes and thought, I promise. 

Best Not To Mention It

As Ligur recalled, Crowley went in for time-wasting annoyances on a large scale. Or at least that's how Hastur had explained it.

section: i just think they (lesbians) are neat!

help me to say

In 456BC Crowley patted Aziraphale on the hand after a long airborne fight over Crete and Aziraphale still lay awake some nights wondering what it all meant.

parable of shepherds

‘But the apple just keeps being there,’ Aziraphale mutters contemplatively. ‘Doesn’t it.’ 

radiation?!

“A what?” Anathema asked suspiciously.

“A killer queen,” the demon said with a perfectly straight face. “Gunpowder, gelatin. Dynamite with a laser beam.”

your apple-eating heathen

“Try doing me the service of thinking with your brain, instead of whatever claptrap people are saying about me this century.”

section: a tiny bit meta

What Would God Say

 “It’s like the way it is when you stare out into the ocean,” Aziraphale said. “When you’re a little drunk, you know, and you suddenly feel very…tiny?”

we follow our own steps (while our shadows keep watching us)

Anathema may have been more than a little bit psychic but she was only human, really. She’d already settled comfortably into middle age, and soon she’d slip into old age and one day she would die, and Crowley would have to remember what she’d done about advice before befriending her. Most of the time, that was okay.

i put this here but it also has lesbians!!!! neat!!!!!

[misfitsluug]

just listen to my voice | kritz

uhh this story is kinda old, so im sorry if it sucks; also kritz (kryoz nd fitz) is an underrated ship change my mind. i wanna upload more but im very slow with writing so im gonna upload an old story i wrote a while back lmao,,

anyways, hopefully it’s good! jus a reminder there’s some heavy subjects like, right off the bat so if your uncomfortable, then don’t read it! thank you, and have fun reading :•)

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cam.

The best way to start off the first night of summer vacation is when your Dad decides to kick you out of the house, again. "Fuck you, too," I muttered angrily to myself, kicking a rock that rolled onto the road beside me.

Usually, I don't come till he calls me, telling me about how pissed he is at me for staying out too late. I find it unfair, but I don't say much about it.

Anyway, I head down my favorite diner, my music blasting through my ears and my backpack slung around my left shoulder.

The night breeze hitting my face, the sky sprinkled with tiny stars while the lights from cars and stores passed by.

Once I finally approached the diner, I opened the door with a swing as the bell rang above me. I sat down at a booth next to the window, taking a peek through the menu in front of me.

"Hey, welcome to Nancy's finest wines and dines," The boy in front of me said, I took out one of my earbuds and smiled up at him.

He had blonde bleached hair with brown strips here and there with different moles scattered on his pale face; I took a glance at his name tag.

"Dahlia?" I asked, he chuckled awkwardly. "My name isn't actually Dahlia if your wondering, just covering a shift for a buddy. You can call me John," He replied, pausing as he looked down at the table. "Oh, uhm- you're looking through a kid's menu."

"Huh?" I looked down as well before realizing he was right. "Well, it's pretty late. Can't blame myself I guess."

"Alright, well, lemme fetch you a different menu. Unless you prefer your little kids' menu with crayons?"

"I'll keep the crayons," I grabbed the crayons and managed to make John laugh again. "Okay, I'll be right back."

I watched John walk behind the counter, reaching underneath to pull out a bigger menu and walking back to me. "Do you actually want something to eat?"

"Nah, in all honesty, I just wanted to order a coffee."

"Couldn't you have said that before?"

"Yeah but I'm an asshole like that," I stated, he rolled his eyes and smiled, leaving without a word. I had to admit though, he was pretty cute.

After a couple of minutes, he came back with a mug of coffee and a small bowl of coffee creamers. "Here ya go, uhm.."

"Cameron, Cam for short if you want."

"Here ya go, Cam," He restated, placing everything down before sitting down. "Since your my only customer tonight, tell me more about youself. I'm curious."

"So am I," I retorted, pouring creamer into the coffee.

"Ooh, very mysterious," He said intrigued.

"Maybe," I winked at him.

"Maybe?" He giggled, only making me laugh a bit too.

"You are beautiful," I muttered, slightly blown away at how this conversation is playing out.

"Really? I find that quite doubtful."

"Really? I find what you said quite doubtful," I repeated. "So, Dahlia-"

"It's John."

"What're you doing later?"

"Probably goin’ home, why?"

"Just wondering, gonna head down the train tracks tonight. A little adventure mind you," I explained, a small grin plastered on my face.

"Adventure?" John inquired. "Shouldn't you be going home? It's pretty late."

"Huh, never took you for goody-two-shoes. My dad kicked me out again and I ain't going back yet so might as well entertain myself," I added, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Hm, I'm interested, but what if I don't have any fun on your adventure?"

"That solely depends on you, doesn't it? Plus, I'm pretty good at having fun, maybe more than you if you're so worried about me staying out too late."

"Sounds like a challenge."

"If that's what you want it to be," I dared with a grin.

"Well, my shift ends in a couple of minutes. Mind waiting for a little?"

"I've got all the time in the world, honey," I reassured, John opened his mouth to say something but the man inside the kitchen coughed loudly, catching his attention as he stood up awkwardly.

"As you can see, I should be on my way. Before I go, do you not want anything else?"

"Nah, go ahead and do your job, Dahlia," I joked, John shot a non-threatening look while walking away. I smiled again, the hot rush of the coffee racing down my throat.

I popped my earbud back into my ear, spacing out with my coffee in my hands. After maybe, 20 minutes, I silently glanced behind me a while later, a pair of red doors opened and John walked out without his uniform. He wore a yellow, red and blue hoodie with white ripped jeans. "Hey, you ready?"

"Yeah, let's go," I replied, standing up from the table, turning off my music and putting my phone away inside my backpack, leaving the diner behind.

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Silence filled the night air; the sound of leaves, sticks, and dirt crunching underneath us while walking through the forest. "Have you been here before?"

"No, I heard about there being abandoned apartments down nearby the train tracks, thought that I might as well check it out tonight," I answered, John nodded. "What about your backpack?"

"Eh, just full of spray paint."

"You know you could be arrested for that?"

"As long as I don't get caught."

"Good point," John answered. We chatted a bit more until finding the train tracks. "Finally, Jesus Christ."

"We still gotta walk more, you do realize that?"

"Yeah well, at least we found your dumbass train tracks," John grumbled.

"You know, you never told me why your Dad kicked you out. You don't gotta tell me but I'm just curious."

"He does that often, it's honestly a habit. He's technically my foster Dad," I continued, I chose not to go into detail. "I dunno, I love him but he can kiss my ass."

"Oh, sorry about that," John mumbled.

"Appreciate it," I answered, it wasn't anything uncomfortable for me to talk about. At some point, a building peered over the trees and as soon as we got closer, we were already there.

"Wow, it looks kinda beautiful."

"Yeah, it does," I agreed, stepping closer to the the apartments, admiring the art scribbled upon the grey walls as I opened up my backpack and pulled out my light pink spray paint, writing my signature (just the word Cam).

"Woah, can I try?" John asked, I nodded and he scrambled through my backpack, after a while, he finally pulled out a blue spray can. "You can do it, Dahlia!"

"Shut the fuck up, Cam," He sneered but I laughed in response, watching him try to write on the wall. "Here, lemme help you," I offered, I put my hand on his as I assisted him with the can, letting him write in his signature. "There you go, told you I'm obviously better at having more fun."

"I gotta admit, that was pretty sick."

"You sure you're up for this?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Because you said 'that was pretty sick' but I don't want you to end up getting sick," I teased, John fake-laughed in response.

"Whatever, douche," John insulted, painting more weird scribbles and I joined him. Our laughter was the only thing heard beside the sound of wind and crickets chirping. We painted all over the wall, covering other people's drawings in the process too.

John painted an extremely detailed penis, making the both of us laugh until a snap was heard in the distance.

"Cam?" John inquired, I was still laughing a bit before responding.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"Did you hear that?"

"Uhh, no. Why, what'd you hear?" I asked again, then a much harsher voice shouted.

"WHO'S THERE?!" It shouted, I knew that tone anywhere as I immediately grabbed John by his hand and my backpack, scurrying out as the policeman shouted at us.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" John repeated, his words laced with anxiety.

"We'll be fine, calm down," I spoke, still running until we lost the man in the forest.

We both took deep breaths, leaning against a tree. "I'm-I'm never going another adventure with you again."

"Trust me, you are," I raised my brow with a grin, he huffed and cupped his face. "Jesus fuck, that was terrifyingly delightful."

"Exactly why your gonna wanna go on another adventure one day."

"Fuck off," He spat, I felt a buzz run through my backpack as I grabbed my phone. "Hey, Dad," I sighed, rubbing my head. "Yeah, I'll get home soon- I know. No, I'm not with anybody. Okay, bye.," I hung up.

"What was that about?" John requested.

"Ah, just Dad yelling at me that I gotta go home," I spoke, looking down at my phone again. "It's 12:05 am."

"Oh fuck," John murmured, looking back at me anxiously, I could tell just by glancing at him that he wanted to leave. "C'mon, let's go," I began to walk again, John silently followed me as we reached the town. Almost nobody was outside, therefore most of the stores were completely off and the sound of two cars is heard in the silence; it felt like a ghost town.

We walked without saying a word, only appreciating our company until I broke the silence. "You know, out of the couple times I've gone to Nancy's, I've never seen you. Did you just start working there?"

"Yeah, Mom wanted me to get a job and that's the only place where they'd actually accept me, I guess," John answered. "Or at least, that's the only job that I applied for."

I laughed a little, my cheeks hurting from smiling.

Then we were silent again once we reached the small complex of apartments along the street, I could tell he's never been here before; we stopped in front of the entrance where a tall fence stood.

"Will I see you again? Back at the diner, I mean."

"Depends on when you want me there, honey," I said, winking at him as he silently smiled but I noticed the small tint of blush on his cheeks, however, I didn't mention it.

"Here, I have an idea," I remarked, pulling out a napkin and crayon from the diner. "Does it involve you giving me your number?"

"Yes it does, what I charmer I am. Right?" I said jokingly, handing him the napkin. "Whenever you wanna see me, when your shift is over or whatever, call me. Not like I'm busy."

"Hey, when your Dad called, why'd you tell him that you were alone?"

"Eh, just a habit. He assumes whenever I'm out with somebody, I end up doing drugs but I don't."

"Oh, well. I'll chat with you soon, Cam. Thanks for the adventure," John said as he stepped back.

"Au revoir," I spoke in French while bowing down fancily, listening to Johns giggle as he walked away.

I forgot the code to get inside the complex so I just hopped over the fence, my mind still thinking about John.

I just wish I hadn't gotten attached so quickly.

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[billgavemeextrachips]

A couple weeks ago, I read a few absolutely lovely Good Omens fanfictions with autistic characters. A few fics where Aziraphale was autistic; one human AU where both Zira and Crowley are autistic; and a South Downs fic where they befriend an 8-year-old autistic boy.

I found myself relating to some but not all of the challenges the characters face when dealing with strangers and/or the busy outside world. Not for the first time in my life, I wondered if I’m autistic. But there are also quite a few autistic traits that don’t fit me at all...

I already have a diagnosis of social anxiety, but I had a few symptoms that didn’t fit what I knew about social anxiety. So I decided to do some research. I wanted to see if my understanding of social anxiety symptoms needed tweaking; or if there were specific conditions out there for only those “extra symptoms,” which could be comorbid with anxiety. I figured that would be more parsimonious (and clinically useful) than thinking of myself as “kind of autistic in some ways but definitely not in others.”

At this point I’m fairly certain I have Auditory Processing Disorder. My therapist has encouraged me to get assessed for it, and we’ll make a plan together depending on the results.

I’ve also been reading up on selective mutism. I only learned today that 1) you can have selective mutism as an adult, even if you’re not autistic or a trauma survivor; and 2) my inability to make eye contact when anxious is very common in selective mutism.

It also helped me a great deal to check out the selective mutism tag here on tumblr, and not just the Google results. Tumblr brought a dose of humor, and the perspective of adults with SM; Google was very clinical and, at first blush, made me think, “Oh, this is a kids’ disease; I’m such a weirdo for thinking I might have it at 31.”

It actually occurred to me today to research SM after I left the Unitarian Universalist church I’m thinking of joining. All morning, I was flustered when I had to speak, and mostly giving one-word answers. I thought, “I’d love to stay for Bingo if I just had a giant enamel pin that said something like HIGH ANXIETY WEEK, CAN’T TALK MUCH, STILL HAPPY TO SEE YOU.” Perhaps getting the correct diagnosis, and sharing it with my new friends in what has turned out to be a super nice and accepting group of people, would be akin to wearing said pin?

(Maybe we could still have pins or stickers like that made at some point? I know there’s a teenager with social anxiety in the congregation, as well as an autistic boy, who is verbal some of the time. That makes 3 people- out of a congregation that tops out around fifty people- who might find it useful... But I’m getting ahead of myself.)

I’m thinking of going to my primary care doctor about both of these concerns. My only worry is that she’ll go straight to “aww, are you struggling with the anxiety? Let’s up your Lexapro!”

Despite the stresses of this time of year, I actually feel pretty good and in-control of my life (when I’m not in social situations that trigger my APD- and SM-like symptoms, or worrying about said situations.) I don’t want to up my antidepressants when the problems seem to have a strong situational basis. I’d much rather educate myself and the people around me and maybe finally have a medically-backed reason to never answer the telephone at work again. I’m also pretty sure these symptoms will become less frequent when the sunlight comes back, and when my ankle heals enough for me to exercise again. In the meantime, it makes no sense for me to either 1) go on more drugs than needed, or 2) suffer, when I could create a non-chemical safety net instead.

Anyway... Not sure exactly where I was going with this, except that

1) Tumblr posts and fics about mental health, while imperfect, are still such a neat tool for people to find out more about themselves. 

2) I was afraid for many years to seriously look into whether I’m autistic, because most of the time I suspected the answer was “no,” and when I sometimes wondered otherwise, I then blamed myself for being appropriative or overdramatic. However, when I finally did look into it, as well as talk to my therapist and do some journaling, I realized that I did have some very valid unexplained/untreated symptoms that were pulling me in that direction. Even though the answer ended up being “no, I’m not autistic,” my considering the possibility was still a good thing.

3) I have friends on here who might want to know what’s up with me lately. So there it is. <3

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Rock Angel takes Japan; Queen x reader

*Author’s note*

Hello my fellow readers of my “Rock Angel” series I have yet another chapter for you and this time this comes from an actual event the boys of Queen got to experience in Japan 1975 so click the linked video to see and you’ll get an idea, especially during the tea ceremony. Anyways I am so happy more people are taking an interest in this series and loving it and as always tag list is always open. I’ve already done multiple parts already but they are more for the future so once I do include an introduction to another character, then I may or may not post the chaps. I’ve got done already in the past 2 days. Alright just one swear word but overall FLUFF enjoy my darlings :)

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*April 2nd, 1982*

        I had been invited over to Freddie’s place along with the other boys just to do a little catching up.  Ever since my big break out, I had recorded my single “Set it all free” plus my very first album which took about three months to finish up, had it not been for the boys coming over to help me I might’ve burned myself out and probably want to crawl in under a rock and die.

        My single had been recorded while the guys were still on tour and was released last October when I was still recording my first album.  I still have yet to hear the results of my single and I was getting worried that if no one world wide liked it, would they even like my first album.

        “Darling your as jumpy as a cricket, what’s gotten you so frightened darling?”

        “Guys, how long was it to hear the results of your first single?”

“Oh it was awhile love, the longest we had to wait was maybe 8-9 months.” Answered Brian.

“You worried about yours?” asked Deacy. I looked down shamefully and told them.

“I mean sure America loved the song, but what about the rest of the world? I mean….sure there are female singers out there now but—what if they don’t like me because it’s just me and not an entire band I’m performing with?”

        “Then fuck them.” Proclaimed Freddie.

        “I agree with Fred, you’re incredibly talented love, and we’re not just saying that because we’re your friends. We’re speaking as four musicians to another rising one. You sing what the world needs to hear but refuses to acknowledge it. Even if the world doesn’t love your music, we will always love it, as well as you.” Roger said as he came up behind me and wrapped an arm around me.

I smiled softly and placed my hands on his arm as I felt him kiss my temple and I thanked him.  Freddie’s phone soon rang and he picked it up and said.

“Freddie Mercury darling, oh Miami what a pleasant surprise, couldn’t resist hearing my voice could you?” We all rolled our eyes at Fred and soon he continued, “Yeah she’s right here, okay I’ll put her on,” he held the phone out to me and he said, “He wants to talk to you darling,” suddenly my heart began to speed up as I got out of Roger’s one armed hug and took the phone.

“Hey, Jim what’s up?” I held the phone close to my ear as I paced around and said, “Uh-huh, yeah….okay. Yeah, uh-huh okay thanks. Yeah you too, bye.” I then hung up the phone and I collapsed onto Fred’s couch right where Delilah was sitting.

“What’d he say love?” asked Deacy.

“Was it your single? Did you sell out?” demanded Freddie.  I remained silent trying to take what Miami had told me all in.

“(Y/n)? Love are you okay? Is it bad news?” asked Roger in pure concern as he looked at me with worried eyes.  I finally then decided to tell them by first asking a question.

“Tell me what it was like when you guys went to Japan back in ’75?”

“Ohh I still get tears remembering our welcome there. We just had no idea what to expect and the sheer amount of people that came to welcome us was just overwhelming.” Brian said.

“Why do you ask?” asked Deacy.

“Well you guys got some competition because my single just sold out in Japan. They want me to perform live in Tokyo, Japan!” The boys all cheered as Freddie picked me up spinning me around leaving me in a laughing fit as I embraced him as tightly as I could.

I was soon engulfed in a Queen group hug as they all cheered for me.  Once I was free Brian said.

“That’s incredible love, when do you leave?”

“Oh shit I gotta go home and pack! Jim’s hoping to get the first nonstop flight to Japan tonight. Sorry gotta cut this visit short you guys, I’ll call you as soon as I reach Japan bye!” I quickly raced out of Freddie’s house and got on my bike and revved it up before taking off back to my flat.

Once I got home, I began packing up for the week tour of Japan.  Packing all my clothes, hats, heath and beauty stuff, shoes and minor accessories like a couple of rings, my fingerless gloves, bracelets and necklaces.  When I was sure I had everything I heard a limo honk and I knew my ride was here.

Grabbing my suitcases and a couple of my guitars, I opened my door and soon my stage handler Hank came up and helped me pack up the stuff into the limo.  José my driver opened up the door and I thanked him as I stepped inside to see Miami sitting inside the back.

“Hello (y/n), so you got everything?”

“I’m pretty sure. Oh my god I can’t believe this is really happening. I mean the last time I went to Japan I was still your intern, now I’m one of your many clients.”

“It’s unbelievable how much has changed. And I couldn’t be more proud of you, I knew I chose right when I picked you. I knew you’d become more than just an intern to me one day.” I smiled at him and then Jim told José to get us to the airport.

We reached the airport and for the first time ever, I would get to experience a private airline where I am the star and not just part of the crew.  The limo stopped right by the plane that I would be taking all the way to Japan.

“Alright now just head on straight into the plane, I’ll take care of everything with the rest of the crew. You just find a seat okay love?” I nodded then our doors opened up and I went out first and raced towards the plane and quickly raced up the stairs until I reached the plane.

“Good afternoon Miss, I’m Captain Trevor and I will be your pilot for the nonstop flight to Japan. You will be in safe hands with us Ms. (l/n).”

“Thank you Captain Trevor.” I saluted to him before walking further in the plane and see the luxurious interior of the plane. I picked me a spot and one of the flight attendants came up to me and said.

“Can I offer you any refreshments Ms. (l/n)?”

“I’ll just take a water for now,” she nodded then went to the back room to get my drink.  Jim soon came in with a few more assistants who were going to help me get through the airport.

“You ready love?” asked Jim.  I nodded as I fastened my seatbelt and soon the flight attendants went over the basic checklists for safety procedures and within about 5-10 minutes we were taking off.

I was currently reading my old English-Japanese dictionary that I had to have for a class for my foreign language credit I still had to take and practiced some basic greets that I was going to say.  Hours ticked by and soon it was getting pretty late and there was still about 6hrs left of the 11hr flight so I decided to sleep the rest of the trip.

As I got myself situated, I pulled out my locket that I always kept around my neck and opened it up to reveal the picture of me with the boys at the Madison Square Garden show.  This picture was taken right after the concert after my first outbreak performance.

“I already miss you guys, I sure wish you could be here.” I closed the locket up and tucked it back under my shirt and covered myself up with my favorite blanket and soon fell fast asleep.

After six hours at 4am in the morning, we arrived at Japan.  Jim woke me up and I got myself woken up so that way I wouldn’t risk any embarrassing photos of me getting out.  I re-did my makeup and eat me some M&M’s to get myself woken up since they always did the trick for me.

Our plane landed right at Tokyo International airport right in the private plane landing parking lot.  I grabbed my bags and we all left the plane and headed on inside the airport.

We met up with the representatives of Japan as well as my translator.

“Ms. (l/n) I am Yamamoto Kaizo your translator, it is a pleasure to meet you. My daughters are big fans of yours.”

“Arigato Yamamoto, I’m honored. And I can’t wait to see all of Japan, my friends of Queen spoke so highly of this country so many times.”

“Come on (y/n) the car’s waiting to get us to the hotel to drop off your things, then we need to get you ready for the press conference.” Jim said.  I nodded then we all raced down the hallways out of the gates.

And as soon as I could be seen coming out of the gates all I heard were loud screams.  Over my security I saw hundreds of pictures from some of my photoshoots that I’ve been involved in, signs with my name saying “Welcome” or the word “Rock” with two angel wings sprouting out either side of the word.

Oh my god Brian was right, I felt like I was about ready to cry.  No other place in the world has ever greeted me like this, I mean it’s almost as if I were suddenly royalty to them now.  I waved to them and I wished that I could stop and sign autographs for them but I was on a tight schedule and they wouldn’t allow me as I was rushed out of the airport and into the car.

Crowds of Japanese fangirls and boys were trying to get through hoping to even catch a glimpse of me, press were snapping pictures like crazy and security was trying to keep them back as I finally got in the limo and was in the safe zone and the driver took off.

I waved to them and I saw some of the fans trying to chase after the car and I leaned back sighing deeply as I said.

“Wow that was….insane.”

“Life of a Rockstar love, I’m sure the boys have told you a lot about Japan” said Miami.

“That they have, okay now this press conference. What exactly do I have to do for it?”

“Alright, well first they’ll talk about a bit about your history and then we’ll open it up for a brief Q&A. Then they will present to you a platinum of your single just like they did with the boys when they sold out here back in 75, then they’ve invited you for a traditional Japanese tea ceremony where you will give Japan a thank you message and to help promote more people for coming to the concert which will happen tonight at the center of the capital right near the Tokyo tower.” I nodded and soon we arrived at the hotel where we quickly got checked in and I did a quick shower.

Once I was done and blow dried my hair up and straightened it out.  When I was presentable and cleaned up I redid my makeup and quickly raced out of my room and met Jim downstairs in the lobby and we left for the press conference together.

We arrived at the building at around 8:15am and the conference was to start at 9.  I was staying in the back room where I finally got the chance to meet my Japanese fans. Some of the girls were dressed up like me with the same leather jacket, long flapped jeans and having highlights in their hair.

I happily signed all their stuff and I was given so many presents like bouquets upon bouquets of roses red or white, Japanese yo-yos, a spinning top, painting of me as an angel holding a guitar shooting out bolts of lighting, just so many sweet gifts and I thanked them all in Japanese which all the girls were amazed and clapped for me smiling.

Finally at 9am sharp, the press conference began. I left the backroom and was guided towards the front and as soon as the doors opened and I walked onto the platform stage where a large table was set up for me, I was bombarded by flashes from cameras.  As I took my seat the press conference began.

As the conference went on just like Miami said, I told them about my process of making the single, what the song meant to me (without giving too much detail, even though I could publicly humiliate Adam at this rate but I didn’t want to.) and then what was next for me.

I was then given by one of the top record producers of Japan a large framed platinum cover of my single “Set it all free” to which we shook hands and we posed for pictures with it.  At around 11:30am the conference was over and I was then taken out to a park near the Tokyo tower where I would be taking part of the tea ceremony, just like the boys were.

We finally arrived at about 12:20pm and I was one hungry girl, but I still wanted to be respectful.  Women in traditional Japanese kimonos surrounded the blanket along with photographers and camera crew people.

I took off my shoes and I sat down on the blanket and one of the girls came over to me and set down my tea as another one was instructing me the proper way to drink their tea.

It was a nice spring day, the cheery blossoms were in full bloom, the wind was blowing at a nice, gentle breeze and I was given some cakes and tea.  All the while the photographers were getting pictures for their magazine and the camera crew were filming me.  I was talking to the girls asking them questions about Japan and what other traditions they partake in.

They were friendly and told me all the tea ceremonies they helped out in for the summer festivals, the cherry blossom festival, and they themselves told me this but these girls also gave my boys the exact tea ceremony they were giving me right now.

After the ceremony I was playing with some of my presents and taking pictures of the beautiful park for my own keeping so that one day I could look back on this and remember exactly what Japan had done for me. Finally it was time for my thank you message before I got ready for the concert tonight.

I stood where the camera people wanted me to stand and they emphasized to me repeatedly to not turn around, just look right at the camera and not look at anything else.  At first I was a little scared at the fact the man kept emphasizing it and looking me dead in the eye as he said it, so I did what he asked.

Once the camera started filming I gave my message to the people of Japan.

“Kon'nichiwa Nihon, watashi wa (l/n) (y/n). Hopefully I said that right hahaha. Anyways I just want to thank all of you for such a warm welcome to Japan. You all have been so kind and I can’t repay for making me feel so comfortable. Thanks for all the presents,” I said as I held up my yoyo, “And umm—”

Little did I know as I began my message, someone with shaggy blonde hair was photobombing me in the background going across the shot with his arms raised in the air.

“I hope you all come out to see the concert later tonight or any show that I’ll do in the near future. Heck I may just even move here.” As I continued, two men one with wild curly hair like a poodle and another with shorter poofy hair both came up behind me and crouched down so that they wouldn’t be seen in the shot.

The poodle haired fellow raised his arms up like wings while the other one kept his arms low, so the shot would look like I had two different wings in the back. Before peeking out on either side of me and making funny faces or sticking out their tongues.

For some reason I kept feeling someone was behind me so I quickly turned around and let out a squeak and laughed as did the rest of the crew.  I fell to my knees laughing and crying at the same time.  John picked me up and held me in his arms swaying me back and forth as Freddie came into the shot and he said.

“Come see this lovely angel perform tonight. She is a saint and a true angel. Let her grace you with her wonderful voice darlings. She has the Queen seal of approval.”  With that the camera shut off.  I turned and hugged Deacy as tightly as I could before I separated and I said.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“Did you really think we’d miss you making it as big as we did here in Japan?” asked Brian.

“Plus Miami called us and thought we’d give you a good surprise so—surprise!” Freddie said as he did the jazz hands at the end of his statement.

“Oh my God!” I cried out. “You lot better not have made me look stupid in that video.”

“Oh you wound us darling, why would we ever do that to you deliberately?” Roger said as he came up and wrapped his arms around me swaying me just like Deacy did earlier before playfully giving me a noogie and bopping my nose.  I shook my head at him as he hugged me closer to him before releasing me.

After the tea ceremony it was time to head to the concert arena and do soundchecks and get ready for my concert at 6pm. After going over and making sure everything checked out, I was now in my makeup room getting all pretty for my show when I heard the door knock.

“Who is it?”

“(Y/n) (l/n) Rock angel fan club, party of 4.” I heard Freddie’s voice say.  I smiled and said.

“Come right on in.” The boys entered inside my huge dressing room and Freddie made himself comfortable right on the couch.

“You nervous darling?” he asked me.

“A bit.” I admitted.

“Well don’t be, you’ll do great, you always bring the rock in Rock n roll, especially to the younger fans since you know how to connect with them.” I smiled at him and then I turned to see Brian holding up a long wrapped up present.

“What’s that Bri?”

“Just a little something for you.” He handed it over to me and I set it down on the table in front of the couch and I asked him.

“Can I open it now or do I have to wait till after the concert?”

“I’d really love to see you open it now.” He said. I knelt down and began to rip up the paper slowly.

“Come on love are we saving the wrapping paper just rip it off!” Roger teased which made me laugh as I took a big chunk of the wrapping paper and threw it at him which made the boys laugh.  After ripping the last of it off, there in front of me was a black case.  I looked up at Brian before unbuckling it and slowly opening it up and I let out a gasp.

Inside was a red special guitar.  At first I almost thought it was his own red special since it was the exact same pattern of red and black design but I noticed that at the red portion tattooed in black into the guitar itself was the word ROCK with angel wings on either side.

“Ohh….”

“It took a while to make it with the time I had, I…..was almost afraid I wouldn’t have it ready in time. Give it a go,” I delicately took the red special out of the case and adjusted the strap to my size and held onto it before giving it a gentle strum.

After giving it a couple of tunes and strumming it until finally it gave out a beautiful hum.

“Oh Brian this…..this is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” I set my red special back in the case and sat up and hugged him tightly, burying my face into his chest.  “Thank you so much.”

“I’m glad you like it love, it would be an honor if you were to play with that red special tonight for Japan.”

“Of course, I’ll play it at every performance I’ll ever do. Ohh I love you guys I’m so glad you all came.” The boys soon wrapped me in a group hug as I happily wept and as we separated I whimpered out, “Fuck now my makeups ruined.” The boys laughed so Deacy guided me back to my chair, Brian took the wipes and wiped away any strays of makeup and both Roger and Freddie reapplied my makeup making me all pretty again.

A knock was soon heard and one of the stage crew members told me that it was showtime.  I grabbed my newly gifted red special and I put it around my shoulder and the boys and I walked out onto the stage.  I stood backstage getting myself pumped up as the boys gave me final words of good luck until finally a Japanese announcer came over the speaker and I heard my stage name being called and I came onto the stage hearing thousands of people scream my name.

And with that the concert began.

I sang “Set it all free” and seeing all the Japanese girls bouncing up and down singing along to the song even though they probably didn’t know English, it made me feel so happy inside.  And by permission as long as I didn’t give too much away, I was allowed to do one song from my new upcoming album so I sang a song that I titled “So good.”

Which felt like the perfect song since it was all about shining through in the spotlight even after having the dream of reaching for your dreams, but you had to have the courage and strength to achieve them.

I also went ahead and sang a couple of my favorite Queen songs just to show my boys my love for them.  I sang my all-time favorite “Somebody to love”, my next cover song was “Don’t stop me now” and finally to end the show I did “You’re my best friend” and I even told the audience that I dedicated this cover to my boys of Queen.

After the end of the concert everyone cheered loudly holding up signs of my name or of my stage name.

“Arigato Nihon! You’ve been a great crowd!” I said into the microphone as I took my final bow and ran off stage.  I met up with the guys who each one by one embraced me and gave me a kiss of congratulations on either my cheek, temple, forehead or the top of my head.

The boys and I stayed in Japan for the rest of the week exploring all of Japan.  The boys taking me to their favorite places or restaurants they ate in years ago.  And I did a show in Tokyo, Kyoto and Osaka.  To show my love for the boys, I had them come up on a couple of songs and I performed alongside them and let me tell you sharing the stage with them, that’s what truly made me alive.

And singing alongside Fred on some of their songs, it’s a blast and an honor when Freddie Mercury allows you to take the stage and sing a verse of a Queen song.

At the end of the short Japan tour it was time to go home.  The boys and I waved goodbye to Japan and took final pictures together of us both getting on and in the plane.  

Of course Fred high-jacked the camera and wouldn’t stop taking pictures of me all the while acting like a photographer telling me to show him the stuff and to work it like I owned this plane.

As we were now in the air, Deacy and Bri were already out like lightbulbs while Fred was reading through a magazine and I was sitting next to Roger now.

“Does it only go up from here?” I asked myself.

“So long as you keep giving the fans what they want, you’re already the talk of the world love, just make sure you don’t get a big head like Fred over there.” He whispered the last part which made me giggle softly.

“I promise Rog, I’ll stay humble and not act like a hysterical queen.”

“Good, cause god knows we don’t need another one.”

“Oh so you’re not talking about yourself?” I teased. He glared at me before flicking my forehead making me whimper out “ow! I was joking.” I rubbed the spot where he had flicked me and he smirked at me.

“Serves you right.” I rolled my eyes at him before letting out a soft yawn.  “You’ve had a long week love, you should get some sleep.”

“Yeah you’re right.” I then got myself comfortable by leaning up against his chest and he immediately brought my blanket back over my shoulders and wrapped his arms around me.  One hand stroking my head while the other wrapped around my shoulders gently stroking my arms with his thumb.

I could hear him softly humming “Somebody to love” all the while he’d kiss the top of my head every now and then until finally I fell asleep to Roger’s humming, the sound of his heartbeat and the gentle strokes and massages he was giving to my head.

[thedevianthunterrk800]

Restrictions Apply (Captain Allen x Reader)

First of all, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FAVORITE GRUMPY SWAT KING! 

Even when you’re pissed you’re so beautiful <3

Summary: You try to win over a certain SWAT captain on his birthday. Key word: try.

Tags: @stalericecake (CELEBRATION HELL YEAH) @connorshero @shorthawkes @heartsarecompatible @precursor-ao3

“I don’t care.”

His voice is dismissive and firm, and you’re a little peeved that he doesn’t even bother to look in your general direction but regardless, you press on.

“David,” you insist, just as stubborn but less composed. Eyebrows furrowed in obvious annoyance at your pestering, he finally lifts his head so you can clearly see the scowl on his face.

“There’s nothing to celebrate,” he states dryly and once again you have to remind yourself that you sort of love this asshole and no, you are not letting up.

“It’s your birthday.”

“And?”

“For fuck’s sake. Why can’t you let me do something nice for you for once?”

His lips twitch upwards as though he’s trying to stop himself from smiling. Sighing, he slumps forward, resting his elbows on the desk and rubbing a hand over his eyes. “I appreciate the sentiment, but if you want to do something nice for me, then maybe head back to your station and actually do some work, hmm?”

You only have so much patience.

With an irritated huff, you spin on your heel and march out of his office. If he wants to be a dick then fine. He can celebrate his birthday on his own.

It’s not like you care.

::

That’s a lie.

You care too much is the problem.

Captain Allen may be an asshole, sure, but with the job he has, he can’t afford to not be an asshole. A meek SWAT captain won’t really amount to much, and Allen is anything but meek.

Part of you wonders if you’re being too pushy, the last thing you want if you’re trying to woo the abrasive man. But if you back off, then he’ll once again spend his birthday alone like he has the past few years.

From what you understand, Allen has adopted a nihilistic mindset when it comes to birthdays; according to him, there’s no point celebrating them when he can very well die the next day, especially in his line of work. The thought of losing him causes you to shudder and leaves you twice as determined to finally make your move.

You don’t think you can go the rest of your life wondering what might have been, after all.

With that in mind, you square your shoulders and begin planning. There’s only half an hour left until you can go home, and you’ve pretty much finished all the work you need to for the day. You’ve already gathered the necessary information from some of the other SWAT operatives—Allen has a fondness for double chocolate cake, for one—and you’re certain that this birthday will be one to remember despite Allen’s insistence that it doesn’t matter.

He matters and you promise yourself to make that clear to him tomorrow.

::

Captain Allen is a practical man who only keeps the very essentials. Whereas most people’s offices are filled with small knick-knacks, Allen’s is almost completely devoid of any personal touch.

This makes figuring out what present to get him damn near impossible. What can you possibly gift a man who doesn’t already own everything that he needs?

Though you have no idea what to get him, you consider yourself pretty good friends with Allen. You’re on first-name basis with the man, which says an awful lot considering how professional he normally is. The two of you have also had some… interesting interactions every now and then at functions, but you blame that on the booze. Sober Allen has never approached you flirtingly, at any rate.

You’re really going out on a limb here. You can’t tell for certain if Allen is even interested in you in that way, but like you rationalized earlier, it’ll hurt more to leave these things unsaid.

If Allen rejects you, then that’s that. You’ll be embarrassed for a few days and the two of you will likely stop speaking to each other as often, but otherwise you’re not losing too much. Besides, you’re both perfectly grown adults; it’ll only be awkward if you make it so.

Alright, enough of that. You still don’t know what present to get him.

What do men like him even want?

Clothes? A fancy new pen? Expensive whiskey?

You have no fucking idea.

Vaguely, a tiny voice in your head suggests, you.

Maybe wear a lil’ somethin’-somethin’ underneath your uniform and surprise him in his office…?

Scoffing at that particular image, you mentally kick yourself.

Not only is that too fucking forward, he’s probably going to report you for misconduct the second you start stripping. No way in hell are you doing that.

Unless he’s into it, of course, but that’s not something you can tell since you don’t even know what he wants.

If you text him to ask, he’ll probably just tell you to fuck off and worry about yourself. You can’t be discreet either because there’s no way to subtly ask him about his interests the day before his damn birthday.

In all honesty, you blame yourself for not figuring out when his birthday is sooner.

Although, would knowing a few days beforehand truly help in this case?

Probably not.

::

The next morning, you arrive early to drop off some personalized birthday donuts that you called in the previous evening to have made. Since his office is locked, you leave the pink box in front of the door before heading back to Homicide. You don’t write a note mainly because you don’t want him coming after you quite yet, but a part of you fully expects him to figure it out anyway.

Donuts. Check.

You’ll pick up his birthday cake during your lunch break. You’ve already talked to the guys upstairs about singing to Allen, something they’re more than willing to do despite that risk of casualties involved.

As for his present…

Yes, alright, maybe a printed out gift voucher for one date with you may be a little cheesy. Most people usually give gift cards, and then there’s you, essentially offering Allen a coupon that he can only redeem from your sorry ass.

It’s just slightly embarrassing.

If anything, you should be relieved; it makes asking him out much easier because he can simply rip the voucher into pieces if he really hates the idea that much.

Will that be extremely humiliating?

Yeah, no shit.

But will it save you from having to actually hear him reject you?

Also yes.

In the midst of your daydreaming, you don’t notice the man of the hour approaching you until he kicks the bottom of your chair to get your attention. Eyes wide, you swivel in your seat and find him eyeing you suspiciously, a half-eaten donut in his hand.

“Was this you?” he asks impassively, and you hate how deadpan he sounds because it makes it all the more difficult to gauge his reaction. Feigning ignorance, you tilt your head slightly and blink at him.

“Was what me?”

“Don’t play stupid.”

“Captain, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You smile innocently at him but he doesn’t it buy it one bit.

He shakes his head. “Of course you don’t.”

“Did you like them though?”

“Sure. So did everyone else.”

You grin and hold out your palm expectantly. “Well, aren’t you going to share?”

Allen smirks at you this time and you subconsciously swallow at the sight. He could very well be the death of you, if you let him. “All out, I’m afraid. But I’m sure you have a few more surprises left for me, eh?”

With that, he winks—yes, fucking winks—at you before sauntering away, leaving you flushed and more breathless than you care to admit.

::

Truthfully, this probably would have gone a whole lot smoother if you simply handed him the cake and left.

Instead, you insisted that everybody in the SWAT department sing to him, and through the loud cacophony of “Happy Birthday”, you wince at the death-glare he throws your way.

He refuses to blow out the candles, leaving you to do it before the wax can melt onto the icing. To your chagrin, he orders you to put the cake in the break room and scowls when you ask if he wants a piece.

All in all, you can safely say that there’s no way he’ll do anything with the voucher other than set it on fire.

Humiliated, you abandon the cake in the break room as instructed and practically sprint back to your department, taking Allen’s present with you.

You hide in the bathroom for a few minutes to compose yourself before somberly returning to your desk. You’re still shaking from the whole thing, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. It’s a miracle you haven’t run into anybody; otherwise, they’ll probably have you sent home for looking like such a mess.

That December 2nd, you find yourself staring miserably at the red envelope on your desk, containing both a birthday card for the SWAT captain and that stupid voucher you were foolish enough to think he may want.

Groaning, you bury your face in your arms. Embarrassing doesn’t even do it justice at this point. Mortifying is close, but still doesn’t quite capture how much you fucking hate yourself right now.

You’re suddenly very aware of someone hovering over you and you lift your head just in time to see a hand grab the accursed card.

Startled, you let out a distressed, “Hey! That’s mine—” before realizing that Allen is standing right behind you once again.

He opens the envelope with ease, pulling out the card and paying no mind to the horror in your eyes as you watch him. “Actually, it’s mine.”

“You won’t even want what’s in there.”

Desperately, you try to yank the card from his grip but he’s quick and sidesteps you easily. He begins to walk away, probably to read the card in peace and away from your grabby hands, and you have no choice but to watch helplessly as he suddenly halts. You can see him remove the voucher from the card and turn it sideways to read the print, and hot-faced, you immediately drop back to your seat and face your desk.

You don’t think you can bear to see him laughing at your expense, no matter how prepared for rejection you insist you are.

It feels like minutes, though it’s only seconds, before he finally returns to you.

Pained, you rub your forehead, refusing to look at him. “Just leave it here and I’ll throw it away.”

He snorts. “Why, did it expire already?”

You don’t even know what to say at this point. There’s only so many blows your self-esteem can take. At your silence, Allen waves the voucher in front of your face.

“I want to cash this in today.”

If you hadn’t heard the words yourself, you probably would have assumed you were merely hallucinating from all the blood currently rushing to your face. Instead, you slowly turn to look at the man smirking down at you, your mind reeling.

“What?”

“After work.”

“Are… are you serious?”

For a split second, you see a flicker of worry flash in his eyes before he regains his composure and shrugs. “If you are.”

You gawk at him, mouth opening and closing like an alarmed fish. When Allen raises an eyebrow at you in question, you snap back to your senses and nod your head furiously.

“R-Right. Okay. I’ll, uh, see you after work?”

He smiles then, a genuine, pleased smile that you’ve never seen grace his face before. You fall harder, which you didn’t even think was humanly possible. “Sounds good.”

With a final grin, Captain Allen starts to walk off. However, he’s barely taken three steps when he feels a tug on his arm. Confused, he turns around, and you take this opportunity to press a kiss on his cheek.

“Happy birthday, Dave,” you whisper in his ear. You pull away and almost laugh at the shocked expression on his bright-red face as he stares at you with something that one day, you’ll recognize as love.

[srawesleyghuewrites]

Back To You - Chapter 7

Series: Back To You(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6)

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Pairing: Drake x MC(Anna Grey)

Faceclaim: Daniel di Tomasso as Drake Walker, Elizabeth Olsen as Anna Grey and Paul Wesley as King Liam

Book: The Royal Romance

Word Count: ~ 1700

Rating:  M for language

Prompt:

Drake and Anna finally face her decision and all the consequences that follow.

Author’s Note:

HEY EVERYBODY!!! I’VE MISSED YOU GUYS AND TUMBLR SOOOO MUCH IT’S NOT EVEN POSSIBLE... I’ve been away from tumblr for quite a while now, because I’ve been studying and writing like a mad woman but now along with THE ROYAL HEIR, I’M BACK!!!!!!!!!

And so is my good old Back To You fanfic, I’ve finished writing and now I’ll start posting again. It’s a lot of angst until the very end(which might me angst too???) and I hope you all like it, keep reading and comenting about that.

I’m really glad to be back and very excited to be a part of this wonderfull comunity agaaaain. So, grab your tissues and read along!

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Disclaimer: The characters don’t belong to me(except for Anna Grey),  I just borrow them from Pixelberry!

The consequences are brutal

We never got it right

Playing and replaying old conversations

Overthinking every word and I hate it

'Cause it's not me ('cause it's not me)

Previously

“Liam proposed.”

“Oh…”

“An-n-nd I sa-aid no.”

The words are as blurry as her vision and Anna’s not sure why the tears are building up, maybe because that’s the first time she told this to someone or because she’s finally confessing just how deep her feelings for him go, either way her hands are starting to sweat. And the time it takes for him to express any reaction is torture, like there’s an ocean of possibilities hanging in those inches between them. She can see her future, their future being decided and it scares her every bone.

On the other side, Drake’s brain is still trying to make sense of what she just told him. Running through many different scenarios where this is a dream, a prank, if Anna is having a delusional moment or maybe if she’s really telling him the truth and she doesn’t wanna marry Liam, but Maxwell or Hana. He’s well aware of how everybody has fallen for her graces and though he doesn’t think anything happened between them, it’s way more possible than what he wishes for it to mean: that she’s not marrying Liam because she loves him and wants to be with him.

“What?”

She tries to recompose herself, breathing deep and letting the air leave her lungs along with all the hesitation from before. The decision was already made and now Anna has to own it, so she repeats the sentence in a firm tone, her green eyes filled with tears now have a gleam of confidence:

“Liam proposed to me, and I said no.”

He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. It doesn’t make any sense and he barely knows what to think, even less what to say. Anna’s already growing impatient, after everything she had to go in order to get this moment and when everything’s finally arranged Drake simply freezes. She takes a step closer to him, her hand coming up to caress his arm to get his attention and it works because his dark irises shift to her fingertips touching him. However he just stands there, looking at her little affectionate move until Grey finally breaks the silence and speaks again.

“It would be nice if you said something right about…” She pretends to check a clock on her wrist “ now.”

“Wh… why?”

“You know why.”

Another step towards him and now she’s standing so close he could easily wrap his arms around her, which is why she moved at all. There’s the hint of a smile on her lips, a provocative one, hope that this will answer his unfounded question. Why the hell would she say no to Liam and then come tell him? For Anna seems pretty obvious, meanwhile Drake struggles not to get distracted with her proximity. He needs her to tell him.

“I need you to tell me Grey.”

She takes his face in her hands, forcing his eyes to find hers, both of them with sparkly tears building up. From this close she can see the how tense he’s by the way his breathing catches every now and then and he can see the loving smile that takes place on her lips. Soon touching his in a gentle kiss.

“Because I love you.”

He doesn't have time to smile and answer because somebody knocks on the door and they both jump, wondering who could that be when the sweet voice of Hana is heard in a whisper:

“Anna, Liam is looking for you and he said it was important. Sorry to disturb.”

Hana hates the fact that he has to do this, but the worry in Liam’s voice and his commendatory tone left her no choice. Maybe he was just hurt from the rejection, or maybe it was something actually serious, anyway she wouldn’t risk it.

On the other side of the door Anna and Drake exchange a look. His is a sad one, like the moment they just lived escaped through his fingers too fast and there’s nothing he can do about it. Hers is an apologetic one, hope written all over her features as she takes one last look at him before opening the door to find not only Hana but Liam standing next to them.

Hana doesn't seem to notice the king right away, not understanding the shocked look in their eyes until a deep voice comes from behind her:

“I was just coming to tell Hana it wasn't so urgent, but I guess I'm too late.”

The words cut through the air like a sharp knife, hurting more than just one heart as the guilt appears in both Anna and Drake’s faces, and the pain in Liam’s. Finding them getting out of a bedroom together definitely wasn’t on his plans and it feels like a punch to the gut, though, with his many years of training if there’s one thing he’s learned is to recompose quickly.

“Well, I was waiting to explain to you how we’re going to present you officially as a Duchess but that can wait, for I know you two have other matters to discuss.”

“Our conversation can wait too Liam, don’t worry. I’ll leave you to it.”

Drake motions to leave, however the King stops him by putting a hand on his chest,  staring at his best friend’s eyes with a mix of anger and sorrow. He got the girl of his dreams, he’s been winning her heart during the moments Liam couldn’t be there, and as happy he wants to feel for them nothing could hurt so much as the way Anna’s still staring intently at Drake, not him.

“Please Drake, I didn’t intend to disturb your moment so do not let me. Lady Hana, shall we go? I’m afraid Maxwell might do something dangerous without any supervision around.”

Hana quickly nods, a relieved smile crossing her face as she interlaces her arm with Liam’s. They engage in a conversation about the young Beaumont and leave Anna and Drake alone together with a polite wave.

The second they cross the hallway, getting out of their sight, Anna closes the door behind her attracting Drake’s attention. He looks at her through the could of pain, guilt, shame since he knows Liam to well to realize how badly they’ve hurt him.

“Did you told him about us?”

“Yes. Would you prefer I lied?”

“I don’t know Grey. All I know is that your decision crushed him.”

He brings his hands to his face in a desperate act to calm himself down from the mess they made. Now that she’s not caressing him anymore and the memories of Liam’s devastated expression just a few moments ago keep coming to him, there’s no more comfort to linger on. And Anna’s not giving him anything until he’s done with the bullshit, which is why she answers in a rispid tone.

“I’m not here to talk about him.”

“How can we not? What else is there to talk about?”

“Us Drake! We have to talk about us.”

“But Liam…”

“Why? Why do you still fight this like hell? Why do you put him between us?”

“Grey…”

“Answer me.”

Her angry tone is evident and suddenly everything feels too big right now. That’s why he doesn’t even think before blurting out:

“I don’t put him between us, that was all you.”

“Oh you want to play that game huh? Yeah Drake, I was the one who got involved with the two of you at the same time and I was the one who made Liam fall in love with me but I said no, alright? I said no to him and took him out of the equation, because it wasn’t fair to anybody. And you’re the one who doesn’t let him go.”

Anna lets out a gasp and then a dry laugh, thinking about how stupid she’s for still being there trying to make him understand that they’re free to be together. She’s not sure that this is still what he wants, the thought makes her shake her head ‘no’ to stay there and she starts to walk away from him.

Until he stops her by holding her arm gently, Drake’s eyes finally facing hers after she told him ‘I love you’ and for a moment she believes everything will fall into place. Little did she know that Drake was still confused about the situation, about how anyone would ever reject Liam to be with him, he’s still looking for a hidden reason. And being tired of the subjectivity of their talk, he decides to go straight to the point:

“Why didn’t you say yes?”

“I already told you that Drake.”

Being Liam’s shadow is a habit as old as himself, and a very hard one to turn away from so Drake can’t help but compare everything about both of them and everytime he does that, someone chooses Liam over him. It’s the obvious choice, the only choice.

“But why? It doesn’t make sense. He wants to pamper you, take you on fancy romantic dates, be the perfect gentleman. Fuck, he wants to marry you Grey, to give you a castle, a title, a crown, a whole fucking kingdom. He wants to give you a future, he can give you a future. He wants to. Liam wants everything with you.”

“And you can’t… or you don’t want to?”

Drake doesn’t know the answer, he has no idea if he’s ready to give her a whole future or if the future he can give her will be enough. The little box in his pocket makes all the situation harder, after everything he still believes she would be happier with Liam. That she should be happier with Liam and that he’s just standing in the middle, being something to distract Grey from her real destiny and love.

To Anna, his silence is answer enough and she doesn’t wait the tears forming in her eyes to fall before unhooking her arm from his hand and walking away. From not just the moment, or the fight, or Drake, but from all what they could’ve been.

To be continued...

[manifestoonmoralmanlove]

Gormless Ch. 1 - Alexia’s Thug Fuck Quest

A well-meaning friend gave me a book series that is hilariously bad.  The first book was Souless and my riffs were entitled brainless. This second book is entitled Changless and these riff are then gormless.

I mean to say I have entitled them gormless! Not that my riffs are dumb, and the effort I spend on them stupid since I’m the only one who enjoys them. HAHA!

The story is SUPPOSED TO be about how a badass lady hits baddies with her umbrella and bangs her hot werewolf husband.  In reality it’s mostly poor attempts at being witty, flirty, and superior.

For the last book check out the brainless tag.

If you want the TL;DR version but want to read these new riffs anyway?

This story is set in supernatural Victorian steampunk England.  Alexia is our NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS protag.  She is a soulless, which means she’s able to negate the abilities of vampires and werewolves by touching them. She’s recently married a big oaf, named Lord Connel Maccon.  He is an important werewolf man.  Their relationship is mostly arguments about how Maccon can’t tell her fucking anything.  Alexia has also recently become head of ~Soulless affairs~ in Queen Victoria’s government.  She also has a family full of evil women.  These women are evil because they do the same shit Alexia does...but like...while blonde.

Chapter 1 - Alexia’s Thug Fuck Quest

So the last book opened with Alexia dispatching a vampire at a ball. I can admit that’s a good intro. It catches your attention.

This one opens with her husband (Maccon) being woken up early to head into work. You ever in that situation? Hardly pulse-pounding.  Okay I’m being a bit glib.  He is head of the Supernatural (BUR) police and it’s an emergency. However we’re only given vague details, and when he refuses to tell his wife the vibe is not ~I don’t want her to panic~ but rather she’ll find out about it at her meeting tonight anyway.  Again, that doesn’t exactly leave you excited.  Despite the incident sounding severe, he doesn’t seem upset or in much of a rush.  He putz about getting ready, and plays a bit of tonsil-hockey with her before he heads out.

This scene does have to give us a bunch of exposition but I still think it could have been tightened up considerably.  Alexia eventually staggers outside to be surprised to see a bunch of werewolves from Maccon’s pack setting up on the lawn. This upsets Alexia, cause she’s gonna host a party in a few days. (This party never actually happens by the by.) But I mean GOSH! How untoward of them!  Her husband has not and will continue to not tell her fucking anything because they both don’t have functioning brains.

She’s confronted by Major handsome handsome of the studly handsomes, that being (his real name) Channing Channing of the Chesterfield Channings.  This isn’t even a funny name.  Where’s Luke the Duke? Major Minor? Have you not heard the Earl of Sandwich is full of Bologna? Are any of these GOOD jokes? Not really but they’re more fun than just having a stroke while masturbating to the bland brick, known as Channing Tatum.

However, this guy is not only physically attractive but he’s a violent, condescending, nitwit, so totally Alexia and by extension every woman’s type.  He assumes she’s a servant, tells her not to worry her purdy widdle head, and that if she’s good he might fuck her later. Alexia starts bashing him over the head with her umbrella.  They make a clear point to say that, since he’s a werewolf and she doesn’t have supernatural strength that this assault would not actually hurt him in any way.  Which, like, I can get behind that. Dude was being a jackoff, so he should totally get a whap to the noggin that could not possibly actually hurt him.  But because violent men are hot, he responds by almost striking her.  Luckily one of Maccon’s male servants Tunstell intervenes.  He smacks Tunstell, and then begins to turn into a wolf in order to ~discipline~ them both.  

We have to make a note here that even as a wolf he’s totally hot.  Unnecessary and inappropriate book! UNNECESSARY AND INAPPROPRIATE!   As he lunges at them, Professor Lyall (Maccon’s 2nd in command) and also in wolf form, intervenes and wins.  The two transform back to humans.  Lyall explains that she’s Maccon’s wife not servant.  So Channing is humiliated and the pack goes to set up their tents on the back lawn instead of the front.  Apparently Channing is the 3rd in command of the pack, he does not get along with Lyall or Maccon but acts mostly respectable to them, and they’re back early from some military excursion due to something ~irregular on a boat.~  But of course we don’t care about that.  Alexia inquires if Channing would actually be down with fucking her. However Lyall tells her to not fuck him.  She’s like, “Why?”

DAMN GIRL ARE YOU FOR REAL? She was way into marrying her husband, we’re told in text they’re in love and having lots of great sex. They’ve only been married monogamously for like a month, she’s never had sex with anyone else, and she’s seriously considering cheating on her husband with his inferior that hates him.  All this doesn’t even consider that in the brief time she interacted with Channing cubed he treated her like a child and would have beat the shit out of her if two separate people hadn’t intervened.  

FUCKING WOW GIRL!

I don’t think it was the author’s intention to make it sound SO SPOT ON as if Alexia is plotting to fuck this hotter, younger, Neanderthal but I’m no longer a pre-teen, I have the reading comprehension skills to pick up a love triangle this disgustingly obvious.

Anyway in response to WHY she should steer clear Lyall responds he only likes taming feisty women. To paraphrase:

“Some women are into being refined” says Lyall

“Yeah and some women are into needlepoint, it’s not my thing,” Alexia responds.  Thanks for not kink-shaming and showing us where Alexia stands in her personal preference.  

Despite this, money down, right now, he tries to rape her and Maccon comes in to save the day. Double money down if her and Maccon fuck right after that trauma and they do a shitty job of acting like near rape is a trauma.

So we leave off this chapter with Alexia getting ready to go to a meeting at the Shadow Council, but is interrupted by her old pal Ivy Hisselpenny showing up.  Ivy says she has exciting news. They banter so inelegantly and for far too long about how Alexia doesn’t give a shit she’s busy but oh you must know!  Eventually Ivy spits out that she’s engaged.

Guessing right now, it’s not the guy she was supposed to be flirting with at the end of the last book. That it’s some new dude who’s bad for her, and that this is some cutesy subplot where Alexia, and dude she flirted with last book comes in and saves her too.

Golly!

Say something nice faps:

They’re making the bad guy (Channing) sound like an actually bad guy despite being a hot love triangle man.

Shit did happen?

She did some decent exposition.

[theshapeshifter100]

Guess What? I’m Not a Robot Epilogue

Summary: Android Allies protest in Washington

Chapter Warnings: Some casual swearing, implied anxiety

Word Count: 1,211

There’s a long A/N at the end, but it has some important information, so please read it.

11AM Monday 22nd November 2038

“This is insane,” Megan looked at the crowd of people. Alex had put the protest on social media, and it had exploded.

Thousands of people were crammed into a few wide streets in Washington. Most were bearing signs, either cardboard or electric. Some had banners and others even had megaphones.

The crowd was mostly human, but androids who had managed to avoid the massacre were in the crowd. Hats covering their LEDs just in case, but Paul pointed them out with ease.

The three main chapters of Android Allies were here, with the leaders all where Megan was standing. That included everyone in the Detroit Chapter, Lucas’s sister and her group, and Megan’s brother James.

Hank Anderson was also there, although no one could explain why. Not even him, but here he was, grumbling like an old man.

Alex grinned broadly as Megan spoke. “You’re not kidding!” was it her, or was their smile strained? “We’ll easily counter the anti android protest!”

“We’ll certainly be able to drown them out,” Megan agreed, looking around again. The march hadn’t started yet, so the leaders were standing on some steps to get a feel for who was there. In the distance it looked like someone had brought a freaking marching band!

Someone clapped her hard on the back and she stumbled for a second. She wasn’t worried though, only one person announced themselves like that.

“James! I am not one of your football buddies!” Megan protested loudly. She was still wearing the sling, and she hoped that her brother had spotted that.

“I know you’re tougher than you look,” she could hear the smug grin in his voice. They had the same colour hair, but that was where all similarities ended; while she was short and skinny, he was tall and broad. However, he wasn’t as large as Oscar. Megan suspected they played different positions in football, but what those positions were she had no idea.

“Yes, but I still have a hole in my shoulder,” she reminded him. “And I’d like to keep the stitches as they are.”

“I’m guessing you haven’t told mom and dad about that?”

“No, and you won’t either.”

“Gotcha.”

“Why won’t you be telling your parents?” Paul asked, having watched the exchange between the two blood siblings.

“Because they’ll fuss and demand I come home, again,” Megan sighed. “I’ll probably have to go home for Christmas, and make sure I book a flight back so that they can’t keep me at home.”

“They would do that?”

“Oh, they’d try,” Megan assured.

“You can come for Christmas with me and my folks,” Alex offered, overhearing.

“That’s, a lovely offer, thank you,” Megan was uncomfortable now, looking at her shuffling feet.

“It’s cool, my parents always cook loads anyway,” Alex easily shrugged it off. They then checked their watch. “We’ll have to put Christmas plans aside. It’s time to get going!”

They grabbed a megaphone from next to them and brought it to their lips. There was a loud squeal of feedback which managed to catch everyone’s attention.

“Alright people! We’re about to move out!” Alex announced. “I will be at the front with the rest of the Detroit chapter, all of whom you should know by now. Hopefully enough of you have the route to hand in case anyone gets lost. And remember! We’re here to protest peacefully! If the other protest starts something, that does not mean we can retaliate in kind! Leave the confrontation to Nathan and the marching band!”

There was some laughing at that, but that was the actual plan.

“Who the fuck hired a marching band?” Hank asked, more to himself.

“I did,” responded Nathan, like it was obvious.

“Of course.”

“Finally, we’re all friends here! There’s enough water and snacks to hopefully keep everyone going. If someone’s struggling, stop and help! We’re here to show the best of humanity and that we can live with androids. Most importantly, have fun!”

There was a cheer as Alex put down the megaphone. On their face was an odd expression. Nervousness.

Julia was quick to put a hand on their shoulder as the rest of the chapters took their place in the crowd. “You’ll be great,” she reassured, and Alex nodded.

“Thanks Jules,” they swallowed. “I never, seriously thought, that it would get this big.”

“This is your baby,” Megan added with a lopsided shrug. “Be proud of it,”

Alex nodded again. “I am. Let’s take our places.”

The Detroit chapter made their way to the front of the crowd. Without having to say anything Paul put Megan on his shoulders. Megan could almost hear James huffing in annoyance, but too bad, James had never done it when he had the chance.

She held a sign in one hand, with Paul holding the massive banner in front of them along with the rest of the Detroit chapter. On it the name ‘Android Allies’ was emblazoned in blue with Markus’s stick figure/peace sign, the CyberLife triangle and the initials ‘AA’ in various colours on the white background.

Alex stood in front of all them, holding a megaphone. Usually Allison or Ivy would be standing with them, but they all recognised this as their brainchild. They deserved the credit for this.

“What do we want?!” they bellowed into a megaphone, and the crowd chanted back.

“Android rights!”

“When do we want it?!”

“Now!”

The crowd, several thousand strong, began to march through Washington. Alex kept up their chant, while at the back different chants were popping up.

“Androids Are Alive!”

“Equal right for androids!”

“The tin man has his heart!”

That one threw Megan off, but it made some sense. The tin man went with Dorothy looking for a heart, but it turned out that he had it the entire time. Oddly fitting.

Paul never faltered in his pace as he walked. Even when James forced himself to the front to offer to give him a break.

“I’m fine James,” he assured. “Perhaps we should talk later, over a coffee or something?”

“Can you drink?”

“No, but the offer still stands.”

James looked at him oddly for a second before nodding. “Sure, okay. I’d like that.”

“I’ll leave you two to your budding bromance then,” Megan smirked. “Finally, Alex will have another ship!”

“I’ve just met him!” James protested.

“I’m messing with you!” Megan laughed. “But seriously, I’ll leave you two to talk it out. I’ll probably hang around Alex or something. We’re in DC for a few days after all.”

“Sure, whatever,” James huffed before chanting again.

Megan looked around at the crowd, and felt a surge of pride. She had contributed to this. She had helped make this happen. Now, there was a partnership with Markus, the government was starting to listen, people were starting to change.

It wasn’t over, and of course this wasn’t solely down to them. Most of this was down to Markus and his revolution. But one week won’t change a country, won’t change laws. Markus had laid the groundwork, Android Allies had been on the sidelines, helping with the public opinion and both efforts had lead to this.

This wasn’t over, but it was another step in the right direction. They intended to keep walking.

Yeah, this is it. The epilogue. This has been a wild ride from start to finish, in a genre I never really tried before. I tried a few new things with this, the slice of life opening, the flowchart things at the end and the connection between Paul and Megan. I deliberately did it like that, and it was surprisingly easy. I did have to watch myself a couple of times to stop it going romantic, but overall, not as hard as I thought it would be. I just had to think of fluff for them.

In the chapter itself. I understand why it might seem a little out of left field that Alex has the glory moment at the end, but Android Allies is their brain child. It always was, Megan and Paul just got caught up in it, and yeah had the most to lose or gain, but this is still Alex's group, their idea, their baby. We also finally meet James, I know his mental health side story never really went anywhere, it was more to showcase that any can suffer from mental illness, especially the people we least expect.

A few reasons why I wrote this story. One, was because of some complainants I saw on tumblr about the main game, primarly, where are the human pro android supporters. The game says they exist, but we never see them. Here we go, I made some!I also did this, a little out of spite. I am incredibly sick of seeing stories, original and fanfic, where there's two leads of different genders and they end up in a romantic relationship. I hate it, despise it. It's not necessary and it pops up all the damn time, heck I'm guilty of it! So, I wrote Megan and Paul, and made them deliberately adorable just to piss off anyone who thinks that they'd make a good romantic couple. Which, actually, even if Megan wasn't Ace/Aro they wouldn't be a good romantic couple, I don't that would be healthy. I'm not quite done with this yet. I've got a list of the alternative endings and how to get them almost ready, with some 'post credit scenes' for them. There is also a completely different ending. You know how in the main game you can have Deviant/Machine, Pacifist/Revolution and Canada/Camp. Well, there is an alternate ending for this as well, where Paul gets arrested and sent to one of these Recycling Camps.It's not finished. Not yet, and given that I'm on holiday right now and will be for another three weeks, I can't guarantee when it will be up. I'll get the alternate endings list up some time next week, but other than that I make no promises.I think that's all I had, and no flowchart this time. It's the ending cutscene, there is nothing left to influence.

Tags: @nightmarejim @septicart-appreciation thank you both for sticking with this. To your, and everyone else reading, thank you for sticking with this.

[rivertellsstories]

Case of the demon’s den Chapter #6

Chapter 6: Jack and Crutchie have friendly conversations with the walls.

Tumblr refuses to post these in the newsies tag, but if you are interested, you can find the whole thing on ao3.

David takes a deep breath as he navigates himself through the house. With his eyes closed, he searches for him. He knows he's fucking with him, knows he is playing him like a damn fiddle, but the fact that he's actually able to, is most worrying. Around him the walls constantly rearrange themselves, forming new corridors and rooms but he ignores them until a wall materializes right in front of him and on his right side, the wall opens up and reveals a cozy looking room.

It's filled with more pillows than he can count and the sight of it makes him smile. "Thank you Leah, but you and I both know that hiding isn't an option when he wants to play." The entire house creaks, signaling it has definitely heard him, but the door opens a little bit further anyway. The house's protectiveness fills David with warmth, but he doesn't have the time to dwell on it. He'd rather find him, than be found by him. The wall disappears and David before he continues his quest, he asks the house to lead Crutchie and Jack out. What's coming isn't pretty and he'd rather spare them the sight.

As Jack and Crutchie make their way down the ramp, the place starts changing again and Crutchie halts Jack by holding an arm in front of him. "I think it's better to wait until it's done changing. We might get stuck in a wall otherwise." As the room slows down again, there's only one way to get off the ramp. The left, right and back have been blocked by walls and Jack recognizes the door in before them as the front door.

"I take it we've got to go?" Jack utters and the entire wall with the door in moves up and down, as though it's nodding. "But it isn't even sundown yet", he says and tries to not sound too disappointed. The wall drops and Jack tries to read its facial expressions. It's kind of hard because it doesn't exactly have a face, but when the lights dim a bit, Crutchie catches onto what the house is trying to say. "It worries you", he states and the lights return to their previous brightness.

"What can we do?" Jack asks, determined to help even though he has no idea what's going on. The door swings open and Jack and Crutchie peer outside in confusion. "There's nothing there." They look at each other and Crutchie shrugs. "Maybe the house is a bit confused."

Jack screeches as something touches his back while Crutchie calmly turns around. The wall behind them moves slowly forward, pushing them towards the door and right in front of it, it stops moving. It's then that it clicks for Jack. "You want us to leave." The lights flicker and Jack has the feeling that he's thinking in the right direction, but hasn't said the exact thing the house means.

It's Crutchie who hits the nail right in the head. "You don't want us to leave, but we have to. It's dangerous for us to stay, but only now." The lights flicker enthusiastically and Crutchie claps with his hand against the wall. "Crutchie, what are you doing?"

"I figured the house would appreciate a high five." Jack covers up a giggle by bidding the house farewell. "Bye bye demon's den. You're a bit wacky, but I think it's swell. See ya tomorrow!" Crutchie keeps waving at the house until it's entirely out of sight.

The last thing Leah had told him, was that both Crutchie and Jack exited the house safely and after that message, her presence had disappeared completely? Nowhere in the now cold walls of the house can he find her and he knows that he's on his own now. Well, not completely on his own, but he thinks he would appreciate it more than the Red Lady who keeps pestering him.

"David dear, take off that godawful hoodie, would you? It's not becoming of you." She sounds so awfully ingenuine and patronizing. If he could, he'd make her leave the house, but there's not a lot you can do against a ghost who's stuck to a house. Some time ago, he probably could've exorcised her without batting an eye, but right now, he doesn't have that kind of power anymore.

"Your hair is kind of shabby over here", she says while tugging harshly on the curls at the nape of his neck and he tries to ignore her at all cost. "Fine, be that way. Maybe I should talk to those other boys, they seem nicer than you." Fully knowing that she's baiting him, he stops and gives her a glare. "Leave them alone."

"Boo, you're stingy", she drawls, "share your new friends with us, Davey. We're bored too you know? That Crutch boy? Friendly enough, do you think he'd be up to any games? I'd be funny to watch him crawl-" With the tiniest bit of magic, he draws a sigil on her upper arm. Barely any thought and furious intention combine themselves and with a high wail, she pulls back from him. With flaming eyes she spits out: "It's no wonder you're alone. I certainly wouldn't stay around you if I had the choice."

"Then leave", he brings out between gritted teeth and as they stare each other down. The air hums with magic and David thinks, no hopes it'll come to an explosion. Some part of him yearns for confrontation with the woman who has been pestering him for two years. But as she turns up her nose and comes floating closer again, he knows it's not for today.

"David, you and me, we're stuck with each other for a little while. But, don't worry we'll part ways soon. Though it won't be me who's leaving." David's eyes darken and before he can retaliate, she waves it off. "Come now David, we both know it's inevitable. Make the most of the time you've got left, I'd say."

He hates her, deeply so, but she's the liveliest and most talkative spirit in the house and she's all he's had for two years. The sudden arrival of a rowdy group of teens isn't going to change the fact that she's the only person he could talk to when the longing for companionship got the better of him. Even now, the almost desperate craving for someone to talk to wins over his hatred and he speaks to her.

"I shouldn't get them involved." Although he says that, he can't help but want to involve them. He wants friends, wants to talk to people who aren't dead yet, wants to know what has happened outside the house for the past two years, wants... Of course he also has other wishes, but they are so unattainable that he shouldn't even voice them.

Hanging with those teenagers will only increase his hope for his deepest wish to come true and he knows that he would not be able to survive the disappointment that would certainly follow. He needs someone to crush his budding hope and as he looks at the Lady in red, he knows that at least one of his wishes will come true.

"You are right, dear. It would be utterly selfish of you. Endangering innocent teens because you think us ghosts aren't good enough for you? Dear child, how selfish can you get?" He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks away. "I won't let them in next time", he mumbles and the Red Lady sighs impatiently. "It's too late for that, dumb child. You should've scared them off the very first day. Do you have any idea what you've unleashed unto those poor children?"

When he doesn't answer, she forcefully grabs his chin and looks him in the eye. "Where is your grimoire, David?" As his eyes widen in realization, she lets him go and pushes him backwards. As David stumbles to the floor, she brushes a red strand of hair behind her ear and looks down on him. "It has chosen a new owner. You know what that means darling."

"Also David", she pauses and smiles with pure joy. He doesn't like that expression on her face, because it usually means bad news for him. "Yes?" He tries to not sound too skeptical, but as he feels claws getting jammed into his ribcage, mercilessly piercing through his flesh, he knows he should've paid more attention to his surroundings.

As he gets absolutely bludgeoned and blood stains the plush carpet underneath him, he catches the high sound of the Red Lady's utterly amused laughter. He hates her, but it's still nice that there's someone there. "You've been found, darling." G-d help him, the sun hasn't even gone down yet.

Katherine Pulitzer stares at the locked door in front of her and debates whether she should kick it in or not. Jack had told her that he would be here after school, but she has rung the bell several times and knocked and yelled loudly, yet no one had come to open the door.

Kath: Where are you? Been yelling at a closed door for half an hour now.

After she sends Jack the message, she spots an open window and decides to let herself in through that. Without any difficulties she smoothly gets inside and lays eyes on what seems to be the living room. Her phone vibrates in her pocket and as she reads the message, the window slams shut behind her.

Jack-o'-lantern: Me 'nd Crutchie left like an hour ago? U should go home.

CutestKath: Lol, my entryway closed itself. I'm going exploring boy!

The last message doesn't get send, but Katherine shrugs it off. She's close to the woods, there's a big chance that the reception is a bit wonky over here. She walks further into the living room and smiles when she sees traces of different newsies all over the place. There's enough ingredients to make a few five course meals (Henry's stuff, no doubt), a stray slingshot (one of Finch's. Sniper has slingshots too, but she doesn't carve F's into them), a sewing kit (hello there, Buttons), a prayer rug (also Buttons') and Specs' shoes.

She pauses for a moment and picks up the pointes from the floor and puts them in her backpack. For someone who's very eager to break gender rules in the world of dancing (without injuring himself though, luckily for him, his ankles can actually take pointe work), he forgets his materials more often than not.

Wandering through the house, she wonders if she'll meet the David Jack keeps talking about. A teenager living on his own is worrisome enough, but as soon as Jack mentioned 'Davey' she can't shake the feeling that she's heard the name before. Almost immediately she associated the name with the smell of coffee way too late in the evening, black ink in a messy handwriting and strangely enough, Sarah. The harder she thinks about it, the more the fragments of David disappear.

As she enters the hallway, she stumbles over something and lands against the staircase. "Fuck!" she yells and when she notices what she tripped over, she whispers a quiet: "Oh fuck."

The other teenager is laying on his stomach, face downturned and despite the torn state it's in and the gruesome red stains on it, she recognizes the hoodie he's wearing as Jacks. Carefully she kneels down beside him and with shaking fingers, she reaches for his wrist. His cold skin makes her fear the worst as does the absence of a pulse. 'He's dead', she thinks until his fingers softly grab her own wrist. The grip is weak, but she lets out a breath she wasn't ware she was holding. "I'm going to turn you around, is that alright?" she asks and his grip tightens the tiniest bit and looses again. Katherine takes that as a yes.

Ever so slowly, she grabs his shoulders and turns him around. His hand drops weakly back to the floor and as he lays there unmoving, she fears that the movement might've been too much for him. But then he manages to open his eyes and tries to get up.

"Easy there", she remarks and moves to support his back. As something warm and wet touches her arm, she looks down at his torso. There are horrid scratches, stretching all over his ribcage. "Do you think you can make it to the kitchen? That needs bandaging." He looks doubtful, but tries to stand up on his own anyway. His knees buckle and immediately, Katherine has one of his arms over her shoulder as she hooks her own arm underneath his armpit. "I meant with help, dumbass."

The comment draws a breathy laugh from his lips and immediately after, he clutches his torso. "Ugh, that hurts." Katherine clicks her tongue in sympathy and manoeuvres him unto the couch in the living room. "Stay here, I'll get some water and towels from the kitchen."

As Katherine is filling a bowl with water, cold fingers wrap themselves around her wrist and thirteen years of self-defence classes kick into gear. Swiftly she delivers a quick jab to her attacker's solar plexus and raises the bowl in her hand to bash it to the side of his head. Luckily enough for Jack Kelly, she does not do that. Instead she calmly puts it on the kitchen counter, while Jack groans. "Jesus Christ woman, what was that for?"

"Valentine's day when we were still a couple."

"Look, I thought we weren't going to bring that up again. Also, don't act like our anniversary never happened, you know what you did."

"That's fair."

"Here take these." She presses a bunch of towels in his hands. "What are we doing?" He asks and follows her to the living. As they approach the room they hear a woman's voice talking and both of them stop to listen. "It's awfully rude to spy on people", Katherine remarks and Jack nods. "We totally shouldn't do it", he agrees but neither of them moves. They quickly exchange glances, spit in their hands and shake their hands.

"We're gonna listen anyway, aren't we?"

"Oh absolutely. Let's look too."

Katherine and Jack peek around the corner and watch as a ginger lady dressed in a red dress talks to David.

"I'm disappointed you know. The carpet's ruined thanks to your blood."

The sarcasm drips from David's voice as he answers. "Oh, I'm awfully sorry about bleeding all over the carpet. I thought for sure that you'd appreciate the red, since you've got the whole aesthetic going on. I'll stop bleeding right now."

"I hate you, boy."

"The feeling's absolutely mutual, Madam."

The lady sits down on the sofa and slowly drags her fingers over David's wounds. "David, David, you keep making everything harder. That poor girl had to drag you all across the hallway, because your sorry ass couldn't be bothered to get up. The sun has gone down by now and the house won't let anyone out until sunrise, you know that. You made her lose time and now you ruined her chance of getting out. The poor lamb is going to die because of you, darling."

Jack can't keep quiet anymore and casually enters the room. "No one's gonna die tonight, Miss walking period."