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[cowboy-robooty]

HAPPY BARFDAY GERMANY!!!!!!!! BLEHH BLEHHH BLAARRGGHHH!!!!!

[l0serloki]

Christmas Time

Genshin Christmas Headcanons

(Tartaglia, Itto, Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato)

A/N : Me and da bb @butterflybboy​ wrote these for fun. He wrote Kaeya and Ayato and I wrote the other three! I apparently am writing these for every holiday and special occasion LMFAO

Tartaglia :

Childe is gonna go all out

He got a bunch of cliche decorations, your house looks like a christmas bomb

Mans makes sure to get a giant tree for the living room (it makes him feel more at home)

When the day comes he wakes up early and makes the two of you warm drinks

He gets excited to open presents/watch you open yours (indulge his inner child please)

The two of you visit his family as well - the dinner is lovely and he’s so happy to have you with him

Childe sat on the floor of your house, arms reaching out to pass you presents. “I got you some really good gifts. You’ll love them baby!” You could only coo at his elated attitude, allowing him to tear open the boxes, wrapping paper going everywhere.

Later that day, Childe still laid on the floor messing around with his new legos. His new ugly christmas sweater was visible from miles away, making your heart soar. His cerulean hues met yours, hands waving you over. “Come help me! I wanna finish before we have to catch our boat home!”

Itto :

IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS?

He didn't even realize at first but now he wants to enjoy it

He practically begs you to bake cookies with him, dragging you into the kitchen

The two of you made homemade frosting and it somehow ended up everywhere (he tried to eat all of it and then smashed some into your face, he apologized)

Your cookies turned out nice but Itto’s looked atrocious

“I don’t know what you mean Y/N, they’re abstract.”

He tried his best and even gave you kisses after, cookie crumbs getting everywhere

“Y/N! I got all the stuff we need to make cookies.. Please!” Itto tugged at your hand, leading you into the kitchen. You could only smile at the man's childish attitude, the grin on his face adorable. “Yeah yeah Itto, go grab the ingredients out of the cupboard.” The tall man threw the items in front of you and the two of you got to baking.

Not even thirty minutes later Itto was running around with frosting all over his face, the sugar rush getting to him. You finally grasped onto him, his lips coming down to peck at your face. Your nose crinkled as the leftover frosting smeared across your skin. “Itto! You got frosting all over me!” You smacked his shoulder as his boisterous laughter filled the house.

Diluc :

He knew it was Christmas coming up, he just hadn’t had a good one in a while

He tried his best to get into the festivities, he brought home some pie and made warm cider

The two of you sat next to the warm fire and cuddled as Diluc talked about his day

You both ended up falling asleep to the crackle of the fire and the company of each other

Diluc had come home early, a grocery bag in hand. You raised an eyebrow as you kissed his cheek, welcoming him back. “I got us a pie and some cider, why don’t you get the fire going?” You were surprised to say the least - Diluc was getting festive? You wouldn’t say no to that!

The two of you laid against the plush couch, Diluc’s arms framing around your body. His voice murmured about his day as you felt drowsiness overtake you. You couldn’t help but want this moment to last forever.

Kaeya :

Insists on stopping into like every store, just to fool around and be random

Will put beanies on your head and say, “look into the mirror, you’re so cute!” You will have at least one new beanie or pair of gloves that he wanted you to try on

He sings along to the christmas music playing over the mall to make you laugh, and may even dance to embarrass you just a little

He’ll want to wish into the mall fountain which is adorable…

Will want to stop and buy the two of you a reindeer cake pop or something christmasy to make it feel more in the spirit

You ask Kaeya if you can stop and sit by the brilliant, decorated Christmas tree to rest for a moment. “Of course, Y/N.” He keeps one arm warmly around your shoulder while his other arm is stretched across his body to trace innocently along your leg. He always wants to stay connected to you somehow, and it makes you feel secure. The lights from the tree twinkle in his eyes, but even if there were no lights, there would always be that happy gleam in them.

Ayato :  

Ayato noticed you were feeling in a rut lately in many different senses. He asks you if you would like to go on a trip to refresh and reset. Of course, you accept

“Is this too much? Is it cheesy? It is a long travel, and I thought this would be more romantic than traveling by means of the clan…” You intake his words while admiring the horse drawn carriage about to take you to Snezhnaya to visit the snow

You take turns cooking throughout the trip, he loves your meals, and equally you love his. He says cooking for you is a rare pleasure since he seldom has the time to do so

You notice the child in him come out even more in times like these. He always loves to be playful, it only amplifies when the world is open for him to celebrate. And celebrate he may with you

You notice the child in him come out even more in times like these. He always loves to be playful, it only amplifies when the world is open for him to celebrate. And celebrate he may with you

You feel so content watching him enjoy building a snowman, resting by the fire with him snuggled up to you, laughing at the cute winter bunnies racing in the snow so quickly that it flies up behind them. He is so genuinely happy to be spending this relaxing time with you. “Whenever I have time to spare, I always want to spend it with you. I revel in these times, and I wait patiently until I can do it more and more. And more, and more.”

[oopskashish]

Hi! can I request a Harry Potter x reader fic? one where Harry gives Y/N a necklace that belonged to Lily in a way to show her how much she means to him? ❤️

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A/N: I am so sorry that it took me so long to write this but I was just gathering the best ideas I could think of. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Summary: After the battle of ministry, Harry gives his lover a part of his parents.

Pairing: Harry Potter x reader

Warning: almost death of someone but there are no deaths, fluff, and just emotional in a good way.

The air was strumming with tension as Y/N stood beside Harry, wide-eyed. She looked around as the Death Eaters apparated in the department of mysteries. Each death-eater had their wands at least one DA student.

Harry and Y/N whirled around to see Lucius Malfoy walk towards them. Y/N felt a hand wrap around her arm and she was tugged back. Her back met someone’s chest and she looked up to find Yaxley. She felt the tip of his wand touch the side of her neck where her veins laid.

He held her wrist of the hand which was holding her wand and twisted it, making her scrunch her face in pain, and she dropped the wand.

She was disarmed, without her wand she was an open target.

She closed her eyes for a moment, forcing herself to calm down, taking in a couple of deep breaths.

A chaotic mind is the source of error.

She could hear her father practically whisper in her ear.

She opened her eyes to find Harry having a conversation with Lucius.

“Harry, we will let your friends go if you hand me the prophecy.”

Harry contemplated the thought, looking at his friends and then finally at his girlfriend who shook her head subtly.

“Don’t.” Y/N mouthed.

Harry gave no reaction to her and turned to Lucius. He thought for a moment, looking at Lucius who was looking at him with almost a hopeful expression.

“You will let my friends go?” Harry questioned him.

“Yes, I will.” Lucius says with a satisfied expression. His plan was working.

“Alright, then.” Harry casually shrugged, extending his hand to give him the crystal ball which held the priceless prophecy. Lucius smiled as he outstretched his hand to grasp it.

Just when he thought he had, Harry, accidentally of course, let the ball slip out of his hand. The prophecy fell down and smashed against the floor, the misty cloud dissolving in the air.

“Oops.”

Lucius’ nose flared with anger, just as he was about to raise his wand, a voice interrupted him.

“Get away from my godson.”

Lucius whirled around, facing Sirius Black who delivered a fantastic punch right in his jaw. The intensity of the punch made him fall on the ground.

The order members apparated in the department and started fighting the death-eaters.

Except one, Yaxley.

Yaxley had a hand wrapped around her neck, holding her firmly in his grasp. She tried not to struggle against his grip.

"I will kill her if any of you try to attack us." His voice boomed in the room, making everyone turn to him. Y/N scowled, and looked down at his hand, specifically his watch trying to think of something.

"Don't you dare." Harry seethed out, which was very unlike him. Sirius held him back before he could have attacked Yaxley.

This was a compromising situation.

Or was it?

Y/N slowly grasped his wrist, making him glance at her. She didn't do anything, knowing his grip can't go any tighter than it already was. Otherwise it would affect her in a brutal manner.

"Now, drop your wands." Yaxley said, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

Y/N's hand shot up and it gripped his hair. She gathered all the strength in her body and flipped him over her head, letting his body crash on the ground. In process, his grip on her neck had loosened, much to her luck.

She whispered a thanks to her dad who got her innumerable martial arts lessons while she grew up.

"I think not." She quickly reached for her wand and she watched as he stood up to his feet.

"Scared to duel a 15 year old one?" She asks, cocking her head to side. Yaxley was looking at her with a disgruntled expression which was accompanied by loathe.

"Shut up you filthy half breed." He sneered, casting a spell which she easily defended.

All around her people were firing spells.

She was an excellent duellist, the best in her year. She had defeated numerous brilliant witches and wizards in her school but here was a man who was as cruel as he was talented.

His hexes were being thrown at her at the speed of light, and there was no way she could win until and unless she took him by surprise.

Her mind was processing all the spells she has ever learnt from anyone and everyone. She exhales as she casted a spell made by Fred and George which Yaxley, fortunately, missed to defend.

His face suddenly grew blisters which was a perfect moment for her to disarm him.

But instead of Expelliamus, she went with,

"Anaticula!"

A smirk played on her lips when the wand shined very lightly, but it was enough to show her that her spell worked.

Sirius suppressed his urge to smile when he heard the spell he and James used on countless death eaters in the first war.

Yaxley muttered some profanities and casted the cruciatus curse on her. But instead of the curse, a duck came out and it quacked around Yaxley.

"Cute duck." She smiles and before muttering, "Petrificus Totalus" and freezing the man.

She padded her way towards Harry and Sirius, careful of any spells that might hit her. Her eyes widened when she saw Bellatrix appear and cast a spell on Sirius.

She pushed Sirius out of the way and she was hit by a red beam of light which exerted a force on her, causing her to be thrown back.

Y/N was ready to take her final breaths, knowing that the curtain was of death and it will kill anyone who touches it.

But instead she landed near Harry, panting.

None of it made sense but she got up, and watched Sirius duel with Bellatrix now. Harry pulled her to side near a rock.

"Are you okay?" He hastily asks.

"Yeah. What happened-" she was cut off by a sound of crack.

They two of them emerged from their corner to find Voldemort standing there, and all the death eaters apparated to stand behind him.

Y/N forced herself not to go to him and go all Jackie Chan on him, instead she inhaled and exhaled and stood beside Sirius who was heaving heavily.

"Harry Potter, yet again we meet. Now, where is that prophecy?" He asks, looking at Lucius at the end of the question.

Before Lucius could have said a word, Dumbledore and Y/N's father apparated.

"You shouldn't have come here, Tom." Dumbledore says calmly, and gestured Y/F/N to step back.

Y/F/N did it, hesitantly, glancing back at Y/N, Harry, Sirius, and Remus.

He had been a rather close friends with Marauders, especially when it came to pranking. He wasn't exclusively a Marauder since he had a group of friend of his own in f/h/n.

The duel between the two exceptionally brilliant wizards started.

"Sirius get out of here!" Dumbledore tells him. He was about to take Harry's hand but then Dumbledore intruppted, yet again. "Don't take him."

Sirius took a deep breath in and looked at Harry.

"Stay safe, and go behind Remus."

"Padfoot, take my daughter with you." Y/F/N said.

"But I-" Y/N was cut off by Sirius who grabbed her arm and apparated back to Grimmauld place.

"Sirius I need to go there! Dad is there and so is Harry. What if something happens to them? I can't live without either of them!" Y/N started panicking.

Sirius held her by her shoulders, causing her to look him in the eyes.

"I hate this just as much as you do, but I won't go against your dad's wish. They both will be okay, Dumbledore is there. Y/F/N is an excellent wizard, don't worry."

Y/N nodded, and hugged Sirius. Sirius wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rubbed her back.

The two had gotten closer since they both cared a lot about Harry. Sirius had been keeping in touch with her asking about Harry and of course about her well being too.

Sirius, as a matter fact, was a great uncle. She remembered how he had sent an entire set of oil paints, the top quality, as a birthday gift. He had told her about her father and mother's embarrassing moments, as a result for a week she couldn't look at them without laughing.

"Thank you," she says, parting away.

"No need of that, now let's get you a cup of tea." He led her to the kitchen where he told Kreacher to make tea for them.

They sat at the dining table, both of them hiding their anxiousness.

"By the way, that flip was amazing."

Y/N laughs. "Dad made me go to martial classes for a long time. I used to cry when I was too tired to go there but he dragged me if that what it took. By the way, how did I not end being thrown at the veil?"

"Harry used the reverse spell just in time."

"I hate to leave him there, but dad just had to say that." Y/N pouted as she took the tea from Sirius, thanking him quietly.

"Your father is very stubborn." Sirius nods, pouring tea for the two of them. "Good thing that y/m/n is stubborn too."

"Oh, don't say that. Them being stubborn is a nightmare. They can go on arguing for hours what would be the dinner. In the end, there will be a Shepherd's pie and a Cornish pasty."

Sirius chuckled. "That would make a good plater."

"Oh no, I would be probably eating cake for dinner." Y/N says, dipping her biscuit in the tea.

Sirius laughs.

"I can't imagine how is it living with you guys."

"Well, quite amusing actually." She nods. "Where is mum?"

"She is at work, an emergency."

Y/N nods. Her mum was an exceptional healer, and was half of the time at work since it was such a demanding job. While her father worked as a curse breaker.

"Y/N," Sirius keeps his now empty cup in the saucer. "I am grateful for what you did today but it was a very stupid decision. You can't risk your life for me."

"Well, you mean the world to Harry. He would go mental without you."

"He would go mental without you too." Sirius says, keeping a hand on hers. "Promise me that you won't do it, if such a situation ever happens again."

"I am not going to make any promises that I might break."

Sirius was touched by the sincerity in her voice. It reminded him of his own best friend, his brother, who once saved his life during a mission in the order.

But he still gave her a pointed look.

Y/N only shrugged and she jokes. "I can't lose an uncle who gives me the best presents."

Sirius keeps a hand on his heart, mocking a look of hurt. "You only like me because I am good at giving presents."

"No but it is a big reason." She grins. Sirius smiled at her too.

The door opens and Harry comes in along with the others, looking exceptionally pale. He looked beyond exhausted as he padded into the room.

Harry had barely got near the dining table when Y/N shot up from her chair and flung her arms around his neck. Harry reciprocated the hug, burying his face deep in her neck. He sighed in relief as her scent flooded his senses, calming him down immediately. He closed his eyes, letting the tension of his body evaporate away.

"Harry, are you okay? Did that noseless bastard hurt you? I am going to break his ribs if he dares to do anything." She whispers in his ear, making him chuckle.

"Noseless bastard?" Harry mused.

She slapped his shoulder lightly. "Answer me."

"I'm fine."

"Now tell me the truth." She says, parting away. Harry sighs, looking down at the floor.

"He invaded my mind, again."

Y/N clenched her jaw. Harry reached for her hands and rubbed his thumb against her knuckles, calming her down.

He pulled away when Sirius approached him and hugged him fiercely. She looked around and gave Remus a smile who nodded back.

Hermione, Ginny, Ron, and the others were all seated at the table and were being served tea by Kreacher who kept on mumbling things under his breath.

She bit her lip anxiously as she looked for her father, sighing in relief when he came in. Y/F/N strides towards her and hugged her, holding her incredibly close to him.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"Yes dad." She mumbled into his shirt, holding him tightly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," he breathes out, "I'm okay."

The father and daughter parted away, and Y/F/N hugged Harry, checking him over in a fatherly manner.

After the death of Harry's parents and when he was sent to the Dursley's, Y/F/N had somehow tracked him down and demanded that Harry will stay with him for the weekends.

Y/F/N and Y/M/N were close friends of Lily, and they wanted to make sure that Harry is alright. They knew about Lily and Petunia's relationship and thus wanted to make sure he grows up with as much love as they could provide him.

Y/N and Harry had been close childhood friends and Y/M/N made sure he get all the love he could while he lived in an abusive household. They were a family, practically, and not even Dumbledore couldn't stop them from being together.

When Y/F/N and Harry parted away, Sirius asked Harry.

"Snape didn't teach you much, did he?"

He shook his head. "He didn't teach me the actual method. He just kept invading my mind instead of teaching me how to actually defend myself."

Sirius and Y/F/N share a look, both swearing on their lives to make sure Snape gets what he deserves.

Sirius then turned to Harry. "I think you should sleep, you must be very tired."

Harry nodded, sagging his shoulders. He wordlessly took Y/N's hand and pulled her out of the room with him.

"Keep the door open!" They heard Y/F/N call out and a few chuckles from the room.

The couple blushed at that. "Don't remind me, father." Y/N said, just loud enough for him to hear.

The couple went to the room that Harry and Ron shared during the summer. Harry rummaged through his pockets as Y/N freed her hair from a ponytail and ruffled them a bit.

"Y/N?" She turned to Harry, who was holding a necklace.

"Yes, love?"

Harry sits beside her and let her take his free hand. "Sirius gave me a necklace over this summer. It belongs to Mum. I want you to have it."

Y/N's eyes widened. "What?"

Harry leaned in and kissed her cheek, smiling softly at her. "You have always been the light in my darkness, and I am sure that mum and dad would have loved you with all their heart. It would mean a lot to me if you keep a part of them with you."

Tears prickled in her eyes after hearing those sweet words and she hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck. She sniffled, holding back her tears.

Harry nuzzled into her neck, kissing the skin there. He let her collect herself, his gentle touches reminding her that he loved her more than anything in the world.

"Are you sure about this, Harry?" She whispered.

Harry pulled away, just a little to look in those deep beautiful eyes he fell in love with. "I have been surer about anything else in the world."

Y/N smiled and kissed the corner of his lips. She parted away and turned around, gathering her hair to the side. Harry gently took the necklace, holding it as if it was made of stars.

But it was more precious than that.

He clipped the necklace around her neck, and Y/N touched it with her finger tips, feeling the carvings of the metal that had a flower on it, a lily of course.

She turned around and let him pull her into a kiss.

It was divine.

The feeling of tension left their bodies as soon as their lips, and the sumptuous feeling of unconditional love they had for each other filled them up to the brim, flooding their souls.

It was as if the sky held stars for the first time and found the meaning of happiness. The feeling was as ethereal when the sun first shined.

It was a heaven the found in one another.

They parted away, panting. Breathless smiles took over their faces as they looked at each other's lips with so much affection that even blind could see.

They laid down on the bed, embracing each other as the silent promise of being together no matter what was made.

A promise that was fulfilled even when the hell broke loose and the darkness flooded their lives. They stayed together, being each other's light.

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[meher-sumedha]

Gwyneth Birthday Part 3 - Gwynriel Headcanon

Azriel was sitting in the balcony. He had changed his clothes after having that 'food fight' with Gwyn The stars were shining brightly and the wind was blowing in his face. It was like the house was thanking him for being kind to Gwyn. Gwyn had become the 2nd favorite of the house as she talked to it and refers to it as a him. That makes the house feel important and like a part of the family.

Azriel sensed Gwyn coming in his room and then to his balcony. He didn't need to turn to see if it was her, he could sense her presence. But when she sat down on a chair beside him, he was surprised to see her wearing the dress he gave her. Even after all the drama with Elain.

"You look great in that dress" He told her. "YOU look like you half dead" She replied and he laughed. Whenever either of them laughed, it made the other one smile. This time was no different.

"So when can I eat the cake? Or do you plan on smashing it in my face too? " She said. "Hold your horses, first make a wish and then we can dig in" He replied and two forks appeared on the table.

Gwyn then made the wish. She closed her eyes. It was the same as last year, to be happy and have everyone around her be happy. But she also added 'Him' to the list of her wishes. She wanted him.

Gwyn then opened her eyes and blew out the candle. Azriel then took a piece of cake and put it in front of Gwyn's mouth so she could eat it. "Happy Birthday Gwyn", "Thank you Azriel" She replied and gave him a piece of cake.

Suddenly a bottle of champagne appeared on the table and Gwyn started giggling. Azriel had never seen her so happy.

"Can we get a few glasses too? " Gwyn asked the house cheekily. The house flew wind in her hair as in conveying it was tired. "Alright, you can go to sleep, we won't disturb you" She said and a pleasant breeze started flowing.

"Let's start drinking before it goes warm, you don't have a problem with sharing a bottle now do you? " He asked her. "No, no, I got no problem. Azriel popped the champagne bottle and Gwyn flinched. "The girl who climbed the Ramiel mountain flinched because a bottle was pop, how ironic", He teased her while taking a drink straight from the bottle.

"Oh shut up, like you aren't scared of anything" She replied and took the bottle from his hand and took a huge gulp. "I'm not" Azriel said cheekily. "Of course you are, there must be something or someone you're afraid of". " Nope, na da" Azriel said but he knew what he was afraid of - loneliness.

He was afraid of being lonely with his thoughts because they can take him anywhere. He is afraid of thinking about the good things cause he's afraid if he gets his hopes too high, they're gonna be destroyed. And if he thinks about the negative, well that's his job. See where threats can come from to his family and be ready for them.

"What's your fear Gwyneth Berdara? " He asked her, taking the bottle from her and taking a sip. "Trust" She said while taking a sip. "Trust? You're afraid of trust?" He asked. "Yeah, I'm afraid of misplacing my trust, giving it to the wrong people and them breaking it. And I'm afraid of breaking their trust, where I have to choose to protect someone or their trust. "

"Oh" Was all Azriel could say. She then put down the bottle and started eating the cake. "Mmm, I swear you gotta teach me how to make such a cake, I can't ask you to make one everyday" She said with cake still in her mouth. "Well are you waiting for the invitation from the high lords Az? What are you waiting for, dig in" She told him and he smiled.

He then took a bite of the cake and said "I really am that good aren't I? " He said cheekily. "You know, on a normal day, when I was sober, I would put your HUGEE Illyrian ego in place but this it too good for even me to be stubborn ." She said and he laughed.

"There's some cake on your mouth, do this" Gwyn told him while licking her lips. "Like this" Azriel said and failing miserably. "No, not like that" Gwyn then leaned in and cleaned the bit of cake on the corner of his mouth. "See, all done". On the outside, both of them looked calm and thought the other one was too but on the inside THEY WERE FREAKING OUT.

They both kept quiet after that and simply stared at the stars. They couldn't gather the courage to look at one another but that was when Azriel heard light snoring and he finally looked at her. Gwyn was sleeping soundly but he was so drunk that he couldn't carry her or even winnow. So he shaked her shoulders slightly and said "Gwyn, Gwyn, You need to get up, I can't carry you to your room"

Gwyn then finally came back to her senses. "Ughh, i can't go back to my room, I'm too drunk" Gwyn said, still half asleep. "It's fine just let me take you to my room and you can sleep on the bed otherwise your whole body is gonna pain even more in the morning. "

"Alright" She said and Azriel picked her up and layed her down on the bed. "Your drinking capacity's real low, when was the last time you got drunk? " Azriel said while kneeling down beside her side on the bed. "I don't know, like never". "You've never been drunk before? Is this your first time getting drunk", " Yes and yes and this is also my last"

She replied and he giggled . "Did you just giggle? " She asked him. He got up from the bed and started walking towards the door. She then snorted. He turned around and asked "did you just snort? " And she started laughing. "Where are you going Mr. Shadowsinger? " She asked him.

"To sleep on the couch". " You can sleep here you know, it's your bed and I don't mind" , "alright" Azriel said and didn't let his thoughts wander and fell on the bed. "Goodnight Gwyneth Berdara", " Goodnight Azriel whose last name I do not know".

They both were on the bed and facing each other. Gwyn fell asleep first and Azriel put a strand of her hair behind her ear and she opened her eyes. "Az?" She asked him. "Sorry" He said. "Why aren't you asleep yet? " She asked while getting up on her elbows, well trying to. "I, umm, I couldn't sleep, I didn't mean to wake you up".

"It's alright" She said and then put her hand on his cheeks. "What are you doing" He asked before he could stop the words. "When I can't sleep, I listen to the sounds around me, my heartbeat or your heartbeat from across the room" She told him. "Now close your eyes and just focus on my heartbeat or yours"

He closed his eyed and she slightly started moving her thumb on his cheeks with her fingers behind his ear. Sleep came easy to Azriel that night.

The Next Morning :

"Oh god can somebody please cover the damn windows before I murder the sun" Gwyn said while still in her sleep. She was facing the balcony and Azriel was hugging her from behind. "Somebody's grumpy" He said in her ear, with his hand still on her waist. "Oh fuck off" She said and he smiled And went to cover the windows with curtains and went back to his bed.

Gwyn hid her face in Azriel's chest and when he finally heard her breathing slow down he hugged her back.

[sam-roulette]

💍 j jonmartin ? 🥺

oh let’s goooooo lads

where they get married oh god uuhhh Definitely not in a church lmaooooo probably just like. in a park tbh.

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. ) i feel like they get married in the spring bc martin Loves flowers (and jon Secretly Loves flowers) and also bc being cold probably reminds martin of the lonely, so despite the ~aesthetic~ of fall, Absolutely Not (also for my self-indulgent reason: jon in a floral backless dress)

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. ) ‘something borrowed, something blue’ except everything is borrowed lmao

what their wedding cake looks like it absolutely has the admiral’s face on it

….who smashes cake into whose face martin smashes cake into his own face and then puts a tiny dollop of frosting on jon’s nose

who proposed to who first i feel like they have a cute scene where they both pull rings out at the same time, but jon absolutely proposes first

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither ) jon walks down the aisle

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like jon is 100% in a backless floral dress and martin’s in the cutest like peach-colored suit in the whole world

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have flowers flowers flowers!!! flowers everywhere!! martin really likes soft blue and peach!! 

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean?) idk anything about what flowers mean but martin absolutely chooses all the flowers and they all mean like. ��undying love’ n sh*t, but then jon surprises martin by putting flowers in his own bouquet (and one behind martin’s ear) that means ‘together’

what their vows are (eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc.) little freak theatre boy jon improvises his and martin surprises everyone by improvising his too

if anyone’s late to the wedding honestly i don’t think so?? 

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other martin got too flustered to choose anyone so literally daisy and georgie are the only ones up there with them adlkjf

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing absolutely whatever they want. jon and martin do not care.

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story?) georgie Absolutely tells embarrassing college stories about jon and melanie makes jokes about not thinking they could ever do it. daisy’s the only one who gives a heartfelt speech of any kind.

who catches the bouquet(s) probably simon tbh

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? ) if it’s post-avatar jon i don’t think they’d take pictures? wouldn’t wanna feed the beholding with em y’know?

what sort of food they have at the reception jon forget that that’s even a thing and martin’s too busy planning other parts of the wedding to notice so they all just end up ordering takeout

who cries first during the ceremony martin 100% cries first

how wild their reception gets (who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc.) melanie is Absolutely the best dancer of all of them. jon learns how to do like. the cha cha slide. 

what their rings are like they both have really delicate rings with tiny little gems in them and embossed ivy curling around 

what sort of favours they have (heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc.) tiny little highland cow figurines!! and little woven crowns made from the excess wedding flowers

where they go for their honeymoon daisy lets them stay in the scottish safe house and they actually get ;; domestic safe house time

something memorable that happens during the party/ceremony (do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc.) the admiral starts knocking decorations off every table one by one probably adflkjf

who officiates the ceremony if tim were alive he Absolutely Would, and they’re honestly not willing to find anyone to replace him, so jon guides them through the ceremony himself

what song their first dance is to drowned by tim minchin

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle daisy Absolutely gives jon away

[aures-rose]

Dear Diary,

A lot has happened and I don’t want to write about it all but… I guess I should. It’s March now, my birthday month. The second triwizard task has passed and things are supposed to be calm now until it gets closer to the next one but they’re not really.

Tom sent me a birthday gift earlier this week. The first gift of the year. I didn’t even know he knew when my birthday was, but he sent me a unicorn soft-toy and it’s holding a heart that says ‘You’re Magical!’ I’m going to pin the note here, but I don’t think he’s very good at writing, so don’t make fun of him.

 Deer Faryfayce,

Happy Birdday!

Your big frend,

Tom

 I honestly can’t believe he remembered my birthday never mind that he got me a gift. I’m really glad he did though, I mean, it must mean I’m important right? Like, we really are almost best friends? Maybe we can be actual best friends now. I was really happy about it until I found out that he got Talula a necklace for her thirteenth birthday. That's such a grown up gift. It's the kind of gift you get the girl you like, not like a soft-toy. You get your little sister a soft-toy. I know I shouldn't care, it's not like we're dating or anything, I'm dating Jamie and I like Jamie. I don't like Tom. But it still bothers me. Maybe it's because he called me a baby.

Anyways, Lion’s Den happened on Sunday and… Well, it started out okay, if you pretend Alasdair wasn’t there. And Dumb Vicky… but Dumb Vicky brought sea salt caramel cake and we were all meant to be celebrating March birthdays like mine and Andie's. I gave Andie some cake and she ended up knocking the plate into my face. I was covered with icing and cake so I jumped over the couch and smeared cake on her too and everything was just fun, you know? Andie wasn't being mean to Jamie. There was no fighting. Artie and Dumb Vicky and the prefect, Bree, all left and so it was just us and Lex and Alasdair and Ramon who came in to eat cake but he started picking on Andie and so she and I teased him back. At some point though, Andie was teasing and going at Ramon, so I ended up full body binding both of them. I really only meant to get Ramon but then Andie stepped in the way. Anyways, Alasdair and Lex left and I asked Jamie if they had a marker. I was hoping they’d go back to the dorms so I could release Andie but Jamie’s an artist so they actually had a marker on them. And they were all like ‘I don’t feel good about this, you should let them go, Ressy.’ Which sounded like a terrible idea because they’d both be real angry at me and if they were free, they’d be able to curse me back. Anyways, Jamie got all serious and was like ‘I’m going to wait in the clocktower. I know you’ll make the choice that’s right for you.’ And so when they were gone I freed Andie. But Andie thought I /tried/ to curse her and so she was real mad at me. Or maybe it was because it took a whole lot of tries to free her, I’m not sure which. I told her that I was going to free her anyhow when Jamie left but that didn’t work out so anyways, we tried to free Ramon and it took us both forever and her spells kept failing and apparently it hurt Ramon when they did. Well, anyways, I finally got him free and he started yelling and cursing at us. I felt like crying but then instead I started to laugh, I really don’t know why. It was like, I couldn’t help but to laugh at the whole stupid day. And I mean, I was glad that I was laughing instead of crying in front of Andie and especially instead of crying because this dumb boy yelled at me but then he started calling me a freak and talking about my eyes. He called me an alien and an abomination and said that I was lucky I wasn’t a boy because he would’ve smashed my head in. He also called Andie… some not so nice stuff...and a donut? Anyways, I don’t know if it’s because he called me a freak or if it’s because he was insulting Andie or if it was because I stopped taking my calming draughts when Professor Mac told me I should but I ended up shoving Ramon and telling him to try it then. Andie freaked out and grabbed me so I couldn’t punch him in his stupid face even when he kept calling me a freak and calling Andie names too. I’ve never been that angry in my whole life- even before Hogwarts, before calming draughts. I just wanted to hurt him and I told him I hated him and tried to kick him but Andie was pulling me away. I ended up remembering I had my wand in my hand and I hit him with a knockback jinx and Andie made her gum fly up his nose. He ran away and Andie left to go back to the dorms but… I hate him. I hope he’s afraid every moment until we graduate and that he’s always looking over his shoulder afraid that we’ll curse him, /really/ curse him like the Fae in my books.

I left after that and went to meet Jamie in the clocktower. I really feel like maybe I’m not as good a person as they think I am. I couldn’t tell them that though. I told them about what happened though and about how tired I am of always being yelled at because people think I won’t do anything about it or being told that I’m a freak or a beast because I’m part veela. I’m tired of being told I should just let people be mean because they’re just scared or because I might get hurt! I told Jamie everything and they agreed and hugged me and I think they’re honestly the most good a person could ever be. I could tell the conversation bothered them so I asked them about the birthday gift they had for me and so they dug in their backpack to get it and… Well, it was wrapped in this blue-green shimmery fish-scale paper and it had a bow on it that reminded me of mother-of-pearl and when I opened it it was this mechanical mermaid! She swam out and she kind of floats around and everything. Jamie said they wanted to bring a piece of the ocean to me which is one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me. It’s up there with being called fairy-face and being asked if I’m a mermaid. I loved it so much I couldn’t even tell Jamie how much so I just hugged them really tight. Of course, when I was hugging them, I remembered I had cake on my face and told them I should clean up and ask if they wanted to go to the commons with me.

On the way to the commons, we ran into Everlina and… That was not really good. You remember that boy Rubicon? I wrote about him before, he’s the one who told me my violin sounded like a dying boggart and also he doesn’t like me because I’m part veela? He and Everlina have been friends since before we were even sorted, when his house burned down, he went to stay with Eve and her family… Well, he only just realised that she’s halfblood and ended up totally losing it when he found out! Everly says he basically went crazy and started talking about how non-purebloods just want to kill purebloods and steal their magic and how he started to hurt himself and was crying and stuff and she wanted him to go to the Hospital Wing with her but he just wouldn’t! Anyways, Everly was really upset about it and so I gave her a hug but really I want to find him and curse him too for making her cry. I don’t know why people in this school are just allowed to get away with this stuff! I just don’t get it! I think I’m going to write Professor Green about it, she’s his head of house. Maybe she can do something about it, unlike when Professor Rask told us Octavia was just scared. Talula warned me to stay away from Ruby himself though because we’re too evenly matched, being in the same year, and he might really hurt me but I’m not afraid of him! We all decided to disperse and head back to our commons when the Head Boy caught us. I think Jamie expected us to get in trouble but he was really nice.

I ran into Tom in the Great Hall the next day and I thanked him for the soft-toy and gave him a hug and everything. He and Talula (and Eve too, though I didn’t find that out until later) got these letters from these dueling clubs telling them they were interested in them when they graduate. That’s really cool, right? Tom’s club was the Dragons which he says is a really cool team and that they must be interested in him because his da must be one. I know Tom really likes his Da, so maybe that’s why he was so excited. They even sent him a t-shirt that he put on and started dancing in. He’s not really a good dancer but that’s okay, I told him he has wicked cool moves anyhow. He and Talula started talking about starting up dueling club again though which is really cool. Maybe, since the only spells I can really do are body binds and knock-backs, I can actually get good too. It felt really bad listening to everyone talk about their dueling invites. I know they all deserve them and they’re all really good, I just keep thinking about how I failed my charms exam last year and the practical part of the DADA one and how I’m just really bad at casting magic in general and it makes me feel worse and worse.

Anyways, I remembered that I don’t know Tom’s birthday so I asked him when it was and he said he’d give me his address so I can send him something. I was thinking about sending him a dragon soft-toy but then he said not to send him one. I might send him one anyhow and something else, something cool too. His birthday’s on the 21st of August. He also said I could come visit him in Surrey over the summer when I told him he could come visit me too. He says his mum’s almost never around so maybe he’d like the company? Jamie said I could come visit them too in a muggle community, so that cool too! Maybe I’ll actually do something this summer instead of just being sent away.

I think that’s everything I have to write about this time, but it won’t be long before I write again.

[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Hand in Glove - Chapter 24 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: I’m a shooting star leaping through the skies like a tiger, defying the laws of gravity. Don’t stop me now. Also, y’all can thank the Jewish holidays for giving me so much free time to write. This chapter was written in collaboration with @ramibaby​. My dear, thank you for sacrificing your fics for this chapter. You are a champion. 

Word Count: Laughs nervously.

Warnings: There’s smut. Also, I’m kind of making fun of fanfics in this one, which means I’m making fun of myself, mostly, so please, fellow writer - do not take this seriously. This is pure fun. If you’re confused by this statement, just read the chapter and your issues will be resolved. 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,  Chapter 3,  Chapter 4,  Chapter 5,  Chapter 6,  Chapter 7,  Chapter 8,  Chapter 9,  Chapter 10,  Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 , Chapter 20 , Chapter 21 , Chapter 22 , Chapter 23

“Bullocks.”

“I’m telling you, Jamie. They hated it.”

“Sweet Clara,” Jamie shook his head and pursed his lips, “they’re lying. At least one of them is.”

“Who’s lying?” Annie startled them both.

“You are.” Jamie said, tongue in cheek.

“Enlighten me.” Annie crossed her arms.

“We’ve kissed, what, trillions of times?” Jamie asked. “Not one of them was like kissing a croc. Or an eel.”

“How do you even know -”

“The Snitcher here told me all about it.” Jamie patted Clara’s head. “Anyways, someone’s lying.”

Annie took a deep breath.

“Well, then?” Jamie tapped his foot as he waited for Annie to either tear him a new asshole or come clean. “Which one is it?”

“I mean, it wasn’t that bad.” Annie said, looking at the ground.

“Oh, no…” Clara took a step back while Jamie lifted his closed fist and released it, dropping an invisible mic. “Annie, what are you saying?”

“It wasn’t that bad.” Annie shrugged. “Did I make a whole show of it to get you knuckleheads to stop? Yes. But so did Joe.”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh, the plot thickens!” Jamie leered.

“Fuck off, Jamie.” Annie shot back. “Look, did I like the way Joe kissed me? No. Not really. He’s too gentle.”

“But?” Clara prodded on.

“But it wasn’t as horrible as we both said it was.” Annie said casually. “Will I do it again now that I know what it’s like? Nope.”

“Jamie?” Clara looked at the tall redhead.

Jamie squinted suspiciously at Annie, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

“She’s telling the truth.”

###

“How many more of these do we have left?” Ben rubbed his face with both hands and threw his head back against the back of the sofa he, Gwilym, Rami and Joe were crammed in since the morning. “If I have to answer the same bloody questions again…”

They finally got a break. Gwilym decided to go stretch his legs a bit and Rami went out for a smoke, leaving Ben and Joe alone in the room.

“I know, right?” Joe grumbled.

“Can I ask you something?” Ben removed his hands and turned his head to look at Joe.

“Shoot.”

“You liked kissing her, didn’t you?”

“Look, Ben, I don’t want to hurt your feelings…”

“So, you did.”

“It wasn’t as horrible as we made it seem, no.” Joe started. “But I didn’t like the way she kissed me, man.”

“What?”

“She’s too aggressive.” Joe shrugged. “The lip biting thing? I don’t like it.”

“Wait -”

“I mean, she’s not a bad kisser at all.” Joe rephrased. “Very... passionate.”

“Huh.”

“Just a bit too much for my liking.”

“Good. That’s good.” Ben straightened up. “So it won’t happen again?”

“No.” Joe smiled. “Although, her kiss did make me wonder what your sex life is like.”

“Amazing, actually.”

###

Annie stared at her phone, scratching her head in confusion. After looking through her texts while Ben filled the car with petrol, she had half a mind to pay someone to build a flying saucer for her and her family leave this planet forever.

“What’s wrong?” Ben said as he put on his seat-belt.

“The world.”

“Uh?”

“There’s people out there pining over Clara and me. Like, romantically.”

“Come again?” Ben adjusted the rear view mirror and smiled when Rory’s reflection appeared. “What are you on about?”

“They call us Clannie, Ben.”

“What?”

“They’re writing stories about Clara and me as a couple. Graphic stuff.”

“Can you send me a link to one of them?” Ben smirked.

“No!” Annie shuddered. “You sick, sick man!”

“Could be hot.” He shrugged.

“So could the stories about you, Gwilly and Joe.” Annie smirked back.

“What, like Gwil and me, Joe and me, and Gwil and Joe?”

“No, no,” Annie stifled a chuckle. “All three of you at once.”

Ben blinked, staring at the road ahead.

“Da!”

“Yeah, baby?” Ben replied instinctively, before slamming his foot on the breaks. “Did she just call me Da?”

“She’s six months old, I’m not sure babies start talking at that age.”

“She called me Da.” Ben insisted.

“She’s a babbling blob, Ben.” Annie rolled her eyes. “She didn’t call you Da.”

“She said her first word and it was Da.”

“Ben, you’re being irrational.”

“You’re jealous.”

“Da! Ba! Bfffffffffff!” Rory continued.

“I know, Rory,” Annie turned around in her seat, “but doing press interviews can make anyone hear things.”

“Sssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“You’re absolutely right.” Annie replied. “But we love him anyways.”

###

If there’s one thing Annie hated the most about promoting season two of Greensleeves, it’s doing the interviews and late-night talk shows. Same questions, different people. It got tiresome. She managed to play the “Baby Card” more times than she’d expected... Until the producers realised what she was doing and the proverbial party was officially over.

“So, is the cast really that close?” Jason, the host, asked Clara and Annie.

“Some are closer than others.” Annie replied, surprisingly diplomatically. “Jamie and I have known each other before and Clara and I basically grew up together, so that was inevitable.”

“The previous George Boleyn was alright, I suppose. He didn’t last too long, though.” Clara chimed in. “But the new guy? We love Mike.”

“Oh yeah, he fit right in.” Annie smiled. “As far as the older cast members - we look up to them, but we don’t share our nonsense with them too much.”

“What about Jane Seymour’s character?” Jason asked.

“Well, we haven’t met her yet.” Annie confessed. “The production team’s goal was for art to truly imitate life and they want my reaction to be as genuine as possible. We haven’t filmed the part she comes into the picture just yet.”

“We don’t even know who she is, to be honest.” Clara added.

“I suspect someone messed up and forgot to cast a Jane, really.” Annie shrugged.

“Careful, there, Annabelle.” Jason chuckled. “Keep calling the production team out like that and you’ll end up fired.”

“I’ll be beheaded either way.”

“And what a glorious sight it will be.” Clara cheekily teased her.

“You two seem to have an amazing bond.” Jason admitted. “Do you ever fight?”

“All couples do.” Clara answered and Jason audibly gasped. “We don’t like to be too public about our tiffs.”

“Clara, you blithering fool…” Annie smacked her own forehead dramatically.

“Well, since you ladies brought it up -”

“Not this lady.” Annie muttered, pointing at herself.

“- what exactly is Clannie? I assume you’ve heard the term before.”

Clara and Annie exchanged amused smiles and sighed simultaneously.

“The bane of my existence.” Annie replied.

“Basically, I stumbled upon it the other day after a fan sent me a private message on Instagram, saying there’s an actual hashtag people use when they talk about Annie and I.”

“Sounds innocent enough.” Jason shrugged.

“Oh, you dirty, dirty man.” Clara joked. “You know damn well where this is going.”

“You seem to be enjoying this!” Jason laughed.

“Believe me, she loves every bloody minute of it.” Annie chimed in.

“Right, so as I snooped around I found that Clannie is like a code name for Annie and I as a couple.”

“Aha.”

“And the more I delved in, the more entertaining it got. People are writing some pretty wild fanfiction stories about us.”

“Is it really all fiction?” Jason asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if you’ll look at the screen here,” Jason turned back a little where a huge image behind the scenes of Greensleeves appeared. It was one of Annie licking cake off Clara’s face, “the show’s Instagram page is like fodder for the Clannie enthusiasts.”

“Oh my God, I forgot about that!” Annie burst out laughing. “It was Clara’s birthday! Season one! Jamie took this picture, actually. Right after I smashed Clara’s face into that cake.”

“It’s tradition.” Clara explained. “The cake licking part was definitely improvised.”

###

“Ben?”

“In here!”

Annie followed the sound of Ben’s voice and found him in the living room, folding laundry while watching whatever was on the telly.

“I am absolutely shattered.” Annie wrapped her hands around Ben’s waist and looked up at him. “Longest day in my entire life.”

“Likewise.” Ben murmured and kissed her. “Just got home a couple of hours ago. When I picked Rory up from my mum’s she was already asleep.”

“God, I wish I could be her for a day.”

“Yeah? Want me to give you baths and carry you in my arms and nibble on your little bum after I change your nappy?” Ben raised an eyebrow. “Just say the word. Also Joe and Gwil shot a weird little bit today when they read what Tumblr users said about the movie and cast and do people not wank anymore?”

“I, uh…” Annie was at a loss for words.

“How was your day?”

“If I have to hear about Clannie again I will definitely clock someone.” Annie released her grip on Ben and collapsed on the sofa. “Why are people so obsessed with this?”

“Two hot birds doing naughty things?” Ben shrugged. “I can see the appeal of it.”

“Ben, no.”

“Don’t be such a prude, now, love.” He put the last item of folded clothing in the hamper and flopped down next to Annie, his hand trailing up her thigh.

“Ben…”

“I missed you, alright?” his fingers poked their way under the waistband of her leggings. “I can’t stop missing you.”

“Ben, seriously, I’m so tired.” She grumped as he slid off the sofa and positioned himself in front of her, nudging her legs open. “I missed you too but -”

“Let me do all the work.” He looked up at her through his eyelashes as his hands gripped her waistband again. He looked up at Annie with his best puppy dog eyes and waited for her consent. With a sigh, she lifted her bum up, letting Ben pull her leggings and knickers down in one swift motion. “Good girl.”

###

When Ben’s phone rang for the fifth time and Gwilym’s name showed up on the screen yet again, he knew something was either horribly wrong or that Gwilym is drunk and emotional. Glancing at Annie, they both sighed in resignation before taking the FaceTime call.

“Have you been drinking?” Annie asked when Clara showed up on the screen. “What kind of fuckery is this?”

“We found a good story and we just had to share, alright? Calm your tits, Annie. It’s not a Clannie.” Clara rolled her eyes. “Why won’t Joe pick up?”

“I just texted him to pick up.” Ben shoved the screen into view. “As his husband, he’ll surely listen to me.”

“Bugger off!” Gwil turned his phone around and flipped him the bird.

“Why have I been summoned?” Joe asked, his face appearing on the screen.

“Well, we have a treat for you!” Clara practically sang.

“A treat?”

“Yours socks are going to fly right off, mate.” Gwil added as Clara pulled the story up on her phone. “You’re not ready for this.”

With a devilish smile to the camera, Clara cleared her throat and began.

“’Joe…?’ Ben croaked, eyes still closed, brow low and fingers wrapped firmly around his length over his jeans.” Clara started reading.

“Off to a good start.” Annie teased.

“It gets better.” Clara commented. “Right, where was I? Ah. There.” She snickered. “Suddenly, his eyes shot open and they landed on you once again; glassy and dazed they were as he stared you down, stroking himself with more purpose. He looked at you with such focus and intent, it was as though he was about to devour you whole. You looked at him with such longing, it was as though you were about to let him. ‘Undress… h-her.’ His words came out in a strangled whine and he bit his lip, looking over your body expectantly as Joe wordlessly obliged.” Clara raised her eyes from the screen and huffed. “Gwil, stop smiling like that!”

“What in the bloody hell is this?” Ben was visibly annoyed. “I do not whine. Annie, tell them I don’t whine!”

“He really doesn’t.” Annie nodded. “But Joe doing everything Ben says? That person hit the nail on the head right there.”

“Hey!” Joe’s brows knotted. “I don’t do everything he says!”

“But you do.” Ben and Annie choired.

“Shut up, you two-headed-monster.”

“People, can we please focus on the important stuff? There’s more to read here.” Clara scolded them. “Let’s see… Oh, this is good! Your nerves grew as a pair of warm hands rounded your shoulders from behind. Joe must have felt you tense up a little as he leaned down to murmur in your ear, ‘Alright, Y/N?’ The ghost of his words made you shiver on their way past.”

“Who the fuck is Whyanne?” Ben interrupted.

“Sounds like some hillbilly from a West Virginian trailer park with a potato gun and a cousin with missing teeth.” Joe added.

“What?” Clara was visibly confused.

“Who’s Whyanne and why did I tell Joe to undress her? This makes no bloody sense.”

“It’s written as Y-slash-N, you knobs.” Gwil explained. “Carry on, doll.”

“Anyways.” Clara continued. “You smiled at his redundant question - of course you weren’t.”

“I don’t like where this is going.” Joe commented. “Sounds a bit rapey.”

“Just let me finish!” Clara groaned. “You were certain your panties were soaked through at the mere sight of them - a fact you felt too compelling to keep to yourself. With that in mind, you shook your head slowly from side to side, eyes still on Ben before you, your chest inflating as you drew in a deep breath. Ben shot you a confused look, concerned you were having second thoughts.”

“Yeah, this is definitely rapey.” Joe concluded.

“Joe, if you won’t let her finish a bloody paragraph, so help me God…” Annie threatened, clearly invested in the story.

“Thank you, Banana!” Clara put a hand over her heart with a grateful smile. “Wait I lost my spot again… duh-duh-duh… there it is!” She smiled triumphantly. “Here we go. Hold on to your manties, gentlemen, this is about to get steamy.” She took a deep breath and got into character. “‘No,’ you breathed, tilting your head back to look at Joe. You reached a hand up to cup his jaw as he looked down at you, a look of worry overtaking his soft features.”

“My features aren’t soft.” Joe muttered. “They’re manly and feral.”

“Of course they are, bub.” Annie reassured him.

“Guys! Come on!” Clara snapped her fingers at the camera. “Focus!”

“Sorry.” Annie said sheepishly.

“’I’m so fucking wet and…”

“Whoa, whoa!” Ben cut her off. “Gwilym, control your woman!”

“She’s reading the story, you saggy tit.” Gwil explained.

“Joe emitted a soft whine -” Clara paused, knowing an interruption is due. “Joe, sweetheart, this sounds like something you’d do, don’t even think about denying it.” She pointed at the camera. “- Joe emitted a soft whine and his expression shifted; his eyes dark and nostrils flaring as his grip on your shoulders tightened. Pushing your ass back against his crotch, you disclosed, ‘…I think I’ve ruined my favourite…” Clara burst out laughing. “Sorry. ‘I’ve ruined my favourite -” the pitch in her voice rose ten octaves at the last syllable as she tried to stop laughing like a madwoman. “My favourite…” Clara was absolutely wheezing. She tried to finish the sentence, but all that came out of her was a screechy, “laaaaaace-pannnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeee”.

“What?” Ben looked at Annie in utter bewilderment. Annie shrugged in response.

“What was that last part?” Joe scratched his head as he tried to make sense of Clara’s incoherent shrieking.

“Lace panties.” Gwilym’s voice saved the day and translated his hysterical girlfriend’s nonsensical mumbling. “She ruined her favourite lace panties.”

“Oh.” Joe, Ben and Annie choired.

“Clara, compose yourself.” Gwil chuckled as she physically doubled over, tears running down, her laughter leaving her breathless. Moving to sit next to her and switch to the front camera on his device, he took Clara’s phone from her. “Right, guess I’m going to take charge now. You furrowed your brow, your mouth ajar as you began to slowly grind against him, your hand never leaving the side of his face as his eyes bore into yours.” Gwilym paused. “Seems anatomically impossible if her back is against you unless you have a freakishly long neck.”

“I thought she was looking at Ben?” Joe asked.

“She’s clearly looking at you, Joe.” Annie quipped.

“Joe tried to keep his composure - to play along in the same teasingly innocent tone as yours, but the feeling of you moving against him must have been a little to much to bear as he stuttered ‘oh n-no…” Gwilym snorted. “Wow Joe, got a little excited there, hm? His hands trailed down your waist before resting on your hips. He held onto them tight as he pushed his clothed hard on against you with such force you drew in a deep breath.”

“Oh, wow.” Annie leaned back, her eyes wide. “The power of Joe’s boner really got her there.”

“His voice was low as he murmured, ‘surely we can - ugh,” he licked his bottom lip, eyes closing a moment as you felt his cock twitch against your ass - he was just as worked up as you.” Gwilym paused there, mulling over what he had just read aloud. “Joe, whoever wrote this seems to think you have a speech impediment.”

“Right?!” Joe asked, “Why do I keep stuttering?! I’m the most charismatic one!”

“Anyways.” Gwilym said, ignoring Joe’s last comment. “His eyes fluttered open and he continued, ‘surely we can make it up to you’. ‘I’d like that Joey…’ you smiled.”

Joe, Ben and Annie waited, not sure if that was it or if there’s more to the story. After a minute of Clara’s heaving and the rest sitting in silence, Annie finally spoke.

“To be fair,” she looked at Ben, “if it weren’t for the lace panties, I’d be willing to bet cold hard cash that Gwil wrote that for himself to read.”

###

“Hey, Joe! I bought something for you to take on your tour!” Annie beamed mischievously.

It was the night the guys - minus Ben - were leaving for the press tour and Annie went out on a whim earlier that day and decided to tease Joe in the best way she could possibly imagine.

“Well? What is it?” Joe asked impatiently.

They were all gathered at Annie and Ben’s, from which the car to the airport was picking the rest of the guys up. Ben was mopey and miserable, a stark contrast to Annie’s cheeriness.

“Close your eyes.” Annie drawled.

“I’d rather keep them open, actually.”

“Alright then.” Annie shrugged and left the room to fetch Joe’s present. She returned with a life-sized cardboard cutout of Ben. “Ta-daaa!”

“I love it!” Joe gushed and rushed over to her, taking the present and looking it over. “What’s his name?”

“I call him Ben Cardy.” Annie said proudly. “You’re welcome.”

“Oh Ben!” Joe’s smile was so wide, his face could split in half. “It’s like you’ll be with us after all!”

###

Ben was staring at his phone intently, his hand lazily palming his crotch. He knew he shouldn’t have done that. He should not have gone down the Clannie rabbit-hole. But Annie was away at work, Rory was napping, and he just felt compelled to at least give it a look. He almost hung from the bedroom ceiling fan when Annie cleared her throat, announcing her presence. He dropped his phone with a yelp.

“Jesus, Annie!”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” Annie choked back a chuckle. “Also, surprise!”

“Why are you home?” Ben fumbled for his phone.

“Well, this is not what I was hoping you’d say.”

“Sorry, I mean -”

“I can leave if you want me to.” Annie suggested.

“What? No. Shut up.” Ben rambled. “Why are you home so early?”

“I figured you’d be sad and lonely now that the guys are away and decided to surprise you and come home early.” Annie shrugged. “Clearly, this isn’t the reaction I was expecting.”

“Christ. I’m sorry.” Ben’s face was beet-red. “I’m happy you’re home, obviously.”

“What do you have there?”

“Nothing.” Ben powered the screen off and tossed his phone aside. “C’mere.”

“No, there’s definitely something.” Annie stepped back and shook her head. “Was that porn?”

Ben had only a split second to think about a satisfactory answer that wasn’t also a total lie.

“Yes.”

“Well, that explains the tent you’re sporting.” Annie smirked. “Were you just getting started?”

“Uh.” Ben furrowed his brows.

“Alright. What’s up?” Annie pointed at Ben’s crotch. “Other than that.”

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” Shame flashed in Ben’s eyes. “Just regular porn, y’know.”

“Ben.”

“Annie.”

“Give me the phone.”

“No.”

“Are you…” Annie grimaced. “Are you sexting someone?”

“What? No!”

“You’re hiding something.”

“Annie, just let it go.”

“Fuck off. Give me the phone.”

Ben bit his bottom lip as he contemplated his next course of action. Either he tells Annie what’s on his phone, or he tries to distract her long enough for her to forget about it. When Annie lunged forward and made grabby-hands at his phone, his instincts kicked in. He physically blocked her.

“Annie, stop.”

“What the fuck!”

“It’s a Clannie story, alright?!” he almost growled at her. “There. Now you know.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“Ben, that’s…” Annie struggled to find the proper adjective.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Ben looked mortified. “I was bored and lonely. It’s horrible.”

“Then why are you hard?”

“Because it turns me on.”

“I’m confused.”

“Look, it’s not Hemingway, alright?” Ben groaned. “But the stuff this person wrote? The mental image I have planted in my brain now?”

“Good Lord.”

“Just come here. Listen.”

“Have you gone utterly bonkers, Jones?”

“Seriously. Come here.” He patted the empty space on the bed next to him.

Muttering to herself, Annie did as asked and snuggled up to her boyfriend.

“Right, so I’m skipping the beginning because that was just all kinds of blah.” Ben’s voice had an animated quality to it as he scrolled. “There. Listen.”

“You’re awful.” Annie mumbled. “This is domestic abuse.”

“Shut up.” Ben got comfortable and began. “’I’ve never been with a woman before…’ Clara confessed shyly, avoiding Annie’s piercing gaze.”

“Starting off with a lie, I see.” Annie scoffed and rolled her eyes, trying to stop Ben from reading any further.

“Annie simply smiled at how bashful Clara had become. Reaching out, Annie tucked a wayward strand of hair behind Clara’s ear. Clara leaned into it smiling softly as her eyes met Annie’s once again. ‘Would you like to?’ Annie asked boldly -”

“Alright, stop right there.” Annie sat up straighter. “I am sick and tired of everyone feeling like Clara is this sweet, innocent, baby angel all the time and I’m some she-devil, maneater, sex-crazed banshee.”

“You were cast as Anne Boleyn for a reason, love.”

“That’s besides the point! Clara is a filthy, naughty little elf!”

“Right. Anyhow.” Ben cleared his throat. “‘Would you like to?’ Annie asked boldly sitting up on her heels so their faces were only inches apart. She could feel Clara’s warm breath ghost her cheeks as she replied quietly, ‘yes.’”

Ben paused and waited for Annie’s outraged reaction.

“No comment?” He asked, genuinely surprised.

“Nope. You know, with me being such a bloody whore and enticing sweet blondes into sex all the time and whatnot. Carry on.”

“I mean, where’s the lie, though?”

“In case you forgot, you kissed me on our first date. And convinced me to have unprotected sex.”

“You should thank me for it.” Ben booped Annie’s nose with his finger. “Gave us Rory.”

“Goddamn it. You’re right.”

“Let me just find where I was when you so rudely interrupted me and scared the shit out of me…” he scrolled through the story. “There. ‘Fuck Clara, so good!’ Annie moaned, bare chest heaving as she grasped at the bed sheets beneath her. For someone who had never been with a woman before, Clara certainly knew how to use her tongue in a way that had Annie screaming in delight.”

“This? This makes you horny?” Annie snorted.

“Shut up.” Ben kept scrolling. “Oh, this bit is juicy. ‘Thought about this for so long.’ Annie breathed, her fingers parting Clara’s slick folds and spreading her wetness around. Slick folds?” Ben blinked at the screen.

“My ears feel like they’ve been sexually assaulted.”

“Slick folds. Okay.” Ben took a second to recover. “Hmmm… ‘Thought about what your sweet voice would sound like moaning my name.” Annie continued. Clara’s breath hitched and hips jerked as Annie began lazily circling her engorged clit -”

“Oh my God that’s not even remotely sexy.” Annie covered her mouth with her hand. “Engorged clit?!”

“-’Fuck, Annie, make me cum!’ Clara almost sobbed.”

“Alright, stop. I’m the one almost sobbing.” Annie looked up at Ben as if she’d seen a ghost. “What the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know, but my cock is throbbing.”

###

“Do you two even realise what you’ve done?” Greensleeves’ executive producers were beyond livid. “The fans are furious!”

“They’re furious?!” Annie barked back. “Did you even see the utter shit that’s out there?!”

“It’s not that bad.” Clara shrugged. “Some of it’s pretty good.”

“Clara, if you don’t zip it -” Annie muttered, clenching her fists.

“Ben seemed to like it.” Clara blurted out in anger.

“Oh?” Jamie’s ears perked up. “Our little Benny Boy wants to see his girl get it on with her best friend?”

“Stay out of it, James.” If looks could kill, Jamie would be dead, resurrected and killed again, for good measure.

“Not a chance, Annabelle.”

“You imbeciles need to stop being so rude to our fans.” The executive leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, pointing at the trio. “If they want to write porn about the three of you, you shut up and look the other way. You don’t go on national television and bitch about it!” he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

“I’m guessing Ben won’t be into any Jannie stories, then?” Jamie quipped and earned a slap to the back of his head. “Ow!”

“Any publicity is good publicity?” Clara asked timidly.

“I mean, some of our fans loved our honesty. They’re all about Team Clannie now.” Annie said.

“Yeah, and some of them are planning to assassinate you for being evil enough to seduce Ben Hardy and Gwilym Lee with your witch-magic superpowers.” Mike finally spoke. “You two are in for some serious rounds of online shit-talking, ladies. Enjoy.”

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Bradbury...and Boogie-Woogie

Two years I’ve agonized over this piece. Two. Years. It’s kinda the reason I started writing this story out of order. Anyway, it’s one of those ‘filler’ chapters, I think they’re called. Not a CM Bingo piece, though I’m working on more of those atm.

Triggers: None, I think.

WC: 2,840

Before diving in, first read Let It Bleed, as it immediately precedes this one.

Bradbury…October 27, 2017

“Hey, New Girl! Welcome-welcome!” Garcia squealed happily, rolling a cart onto the sidewalk.

“Hi, Penelope. It’s great to meet you in person,” replied McKinley, lifting plastic containers off the concrete and placing them on the cart.

“You too, Kinley. Oh my gosh, you’re even cuter in the flesh. Love. Your. Hair.”

“Uh, th-thanks,” she stuttered, unsure how to take the compliment or politely ask the bubbly techie not to play with her amethyst locks. Then Garcia moved in for a hug. McKinley stepped back. “No, sorry. I’m kind of weird about hugs.”

“No need to apologize,” she insisted, pushing the dessert-laden cart through the door. Remembering their lively video chat from the other night, McKinley deduced that verbally and physically affectionate was Penelope’s natural state.

McKinley handed her ID to a grumpy man behind the front desk. “If we get to be friends, I’ll warm up to you,” she told Penelope, throwing her visitor’s badge around her neck.

Penelope’s eyes glinted mischievously. “We’ll definitely become friends. I’ve already decided. You’re a smol bean and you’re my baby now, no arguments,” she concluded as entered the elevator.

McKinley giggled. They chatted while the elevator climbed.

“So, you’ve got the hots for our Boy Genius,” Penelope mused aloud.

“What? No! No, it’s not like that.”

“Oh really, now? Doughnuts, cupcakes, a cake, and Season 10 of Doctor Who on Blu-ray, all to apologize because you accidentally grabbed a handful?”

McKinley’s face burned. “Did Agent Alvez tell you that? Son of a bitch!” she fumed, helping Penelope maneuver the cart into the hall.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” she reassured her. “These things happen.” Her lips pulled into an inquisitive smirk. “Okay, tell me - what’s he packing? We talkin’ Small Flat Rate Box, or Freight?”

McKinley’s eyes bugged behind her sunglasses. “Sweet Lord, why would you wanna know that?”

Penelope shrugged. “Reid’s always so buttoned up; however, I suspect he’s smuggling something impressive under those corduroys.”

“Yeah well, I’m not comfortable discussing that, so keep suspecting.” They rolled through the glass doors of the bullpen. “And to answer your original question: I don’t have the hots for him,” she stated simply as they came to a stop at Spencer’s desk, “and I’m not looking to date.”

“You guys are perfect for each other, though!” Penelope insisted. “You’re a lot alike. You’re both kind, nerd-funny, super smart, reserved…”

“Ha! Remember that last one when you’ve seen me drunk,” McKinley cautioned, opening the containers to check the decorations.

“Hey, it’s Twist ‘n’ Shout!”

She spun, hands on her hips, electricity crackling in her hair. Luke’s grin slipped at the death glare on her face, his coffee mug hovering midway to its destination. After a pregnant pause, McKinley responded.

“Fine, I’ll give you that one…Mocha Latte. Just know that I bite when I have to.” He raised his coffee-free hand in surrender, inching forward to inspect the desserts.

“Get away, you!” Penelope warned. “These are Spencer’s.”

Luke broke into a lopsided smile. “Oh, because of the ‘short and curlies incident’?”

McKinley thumped his arm with a stack of paper plates.

“Ouch,” he chuckled, no hint of pain in his voice.

“That was for telling people about the…awkwardness. Also, yes, it’s part apology, part ‘let’s be friends.’”

Luke raised a brow. “Friends? You got a free preview of the goods and you’re looking to be just friends?”

Her cheeks flushed. “Yes! He’s a lovely person and…I dunno. When we talked, my heart went all squishy and I knew my life would be greatly lacking without him as my friend.”

­“Okay, just remember that opportunity gropes but once, Doc.”

“Alvez, why are you casually discussing sexual misconduct in the middle of the office?” McKinley turned to see a tall brunette woman approaching. She appeared formidable but caring.

“Ah, it’s Dr. Durand! That clears things up,” she laughed, extending a hand to McKinley. “I’m Emily Prentiss, welcome to the BAU.”

McKinley offered a small, awkward wave in return. Emily smiled knowingly.

“How beautiful!” she exclaimed, eyeing the sweet treats. “The attention to detail is remarkable!”

McKinley smiled bashfully. “Thank you so mu- wait, how did you know who I am?”

Emily tore her eyes from the cake. “Well, Penny mentioned your video chat, and Luke jumped in and told us about your encounter with Spencer,” she winked, making a fondling motion with her hand. McKinley’s face flushed yet again.

“Penny spilled about your plan to surprise Spencer, and we got curious. I had her run a background check on you.”

McKinley inhaled sharply, feeling exposed.

“Em!” Penelope squeaked in disapproval. “It’s not like that, love, it’s just- ”

“Spence is like a younger brother to us,” interjected another blonde. “We’re very protective of him. He’s been through a lot, so whenever somebody new enters his life, we’re concerned about their intentions. Jennifer Jareau, by the way. Call me JJ,” she said, not forcing a handshake.

“I understand,” McKinley sighed. “Spencer has that effect on people, doesn’t he?”

She hugged the plates to her chest. “One conversation with him and you realize, ‘He’s a precious cinnamon roll and must be protected at all costs!’ I assure you, that’s my only intention, JJ: to be his friend.”

“Well, that’s certainly a good start,” an older gentleman joined the conversation, pointing at one of the containers. “Chocolate frosted doughnuts with sprinkles are his favorite. It’s a bit clich��d, but there’s truth in the adage ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.’ It follows; you’ve already had him by the b-”

“Rossi, stop! We’ve made enough jokes at her expense,” scolded a woman who introduced herself as Dr. Tara Lewis. “This looks exquisite. Do I smell coffee in the cake? Reid loves coffee.”

“Yes, and there’s plenty to share as soon as he’s had some. Where is he, anyway?”

Luke pointed outside the Bullpen. “He’s down the hall printing handouts for his seminar next month,” he said, sipping his coffee.

“He doesn’t email them?”

“Reid’s a bit of a technophobe,” explained yet another agent, Matt Simmons.

“He still insists on hard copies of case files,” added Penelope. “It broke his heart when we went totally digital.” She glanced over McKinley’s shoulder and grinned. “Speak of the Luddite devil.”

Everyone watched as Spencer staggered towards them, clutching a thick stack of papers. He stopped short when he saw the crowd milling around his desk.

Spencer smiled, confused. “McKinley? What are you doing here?”

“She comes bearing gifts, Big Brain,” Penelope winked. “Apology gifts.” The others avoided his gaze but couldn’t hide their sniggers. Then Spencer caught Luke’s eye.

“You told!” he grumbled, flinging the papers onto his desk.

“If I give y’all food, will you shut your traps about us touching each other’s fun places?”

“No.”

“Probably not.”

“Nope. Sorry, not sorry.”

“Heh, you’re new here, bean. You’ll learn.”

While they lined up to choose their treats, McKinley leaned closer to Spencer. “When does the hazing end?”

“They’ll get bored soon, but that’s when the pranking starts.” He bent forward to focus on the cake properly. “Ray Bradbury?”

“Yeah, Garcia said Halloween’s your favorite holiday, and I know you’re a voracious reader. I put two and two together and ta-da.”

“Let’s see…the lions are from “The Veldt,” and the flowers are from Dandelion Wine, but what’s this one?” he asked, pointing to a swing set and a sandbox.

“The Playground,” she replied, and they smiled at each other self-consciously.

“McKinley, did you make all of this by hand?” asked JJ, marveling at the miniature sculptures.

“Most of it, except my friend Taylor painted the lions, and the chocolate TARDISes on the cupcakes came from a mold.” She popped open another container, revealing police boxes, each wrapped with a Fourth Doctor’s scarf and set in galaxy frosting. “Oh, and I bought the Jelly Babies online.”

“Would you consider making birthday cakes? My boys would love these.”

“Sure thing,” McKinley agreed, sitting in the chair Spencer brought her.

“Sooo, Reid, what are you gonna do for Kinley?” Garcia interjected.

“She’s right, Spence,” JJ concurred, sneaking an extra cupcake. “You’re not innocent in all this.”

Behind her, Luke held two doughnuts, squeezing them suggestively and mouthing ‘honka-honka.’

McKinley scowled at him. “What’re you, twelve?” Turning to Spencer, she continued. “I’d choose a book or record shop, but you don’t owe me a thing.”

“Oh-oh-oh,” Garcia enthused. “Then after, you could watch Who together at your place. He doesn’t have a TV,” she whisper-yelled.

Shaking her head, McKinley checked her phone. “Sorry, time for me to go.”

“Nooo,” Garcia pouted. “Hang with us!”

“Tempting, but I have to meet friends at some bar named…O’Keeffe’s?”

McKinley swore Garcia’s squeal of delight broke the sound barrier.

“That’s where we’re going! We’re all gonna get smashed on pumpkin-y, fall-themed grownup drinks together! Yes!”

…And Boogie-Woogie

The team kept an eye out for McKinley at O’Keeffe’s and were surprised to hear her shout out to them from the stage. She introduced the team to her bandmates following their final set, which consisted mostly of Tom Petty songs as a memorial of sorts, though McKinley couldn’t resist adding The Rolling Stones’ “Fingerprint File” at the end.

They talked late into the night getting to know each other. McKinley sat transfixed as the team regaled her with stories about their cases, one of which revolved around what they called a Vengeful Cinderella.

“Really? With her stilettos? Yikes!” she grimaced, sipping her drink.

“Yeah, but Spence was able to bring her in quietly by playing into her fantasy, acting as Prince Charming to her Cinderella. Got down on one knee, slipped her shoe back on and everything.”

McKinley threw Spencer an appraising look.

“I can see that working. He fits the bill.”

“He also gave me a new appreciation for the original, unsanitized versions of fairy tales. See, I felt that children ought to be protected from harsh realities, but Spence explained that the tales’ intended purpose was to allow kids to safely confront their fears.”

McKinley cocked her head in thought.

“Actually, the intent of those particular versions was to punish women - through some combination of marriage, rape, bodily mutilation and or death - simply for being women, because the Brothers Grimm were a pair of angry, bitter, he-man woman-hatin’, misogynist prick bastards.”

She took a drink and drew a breath before continuing, waving her hand for emphasis.

“Meanwhile, historian Franz Xaver von Schönwerth traveled around Bavaria, transcribing the stories directly from the very people who’d kept them alive in the oral tradition: servants, peasants, laborers - many of them women - rather than reframing them within his own worldview.”

She breathed in again, oblivious to the team’s stares.

“These fairy tales had strong, independent female protagonists in leadership positions. They were the ones having adventures, slaying dragons and rescuing men! Yes, the stories’ purpose was to help children navigate life’s challenges and prepare them for the adult world,” McKinley clarified, “but not at the expense of women’s agency and autonomy.”

Her gaze shifted to Spencer, whose mouth had dropped slightly.

“Unfortunately, Grimms’ Fairy Tales garnered all the attention. Fast-forward and now we have watered down, artificially flavored, saccharine animated films teaching kids that girls are helpless and need saving, and that the boys who rescue the girls are entitled to them. It’s just one more way the film industry has contributed to toxic masculinity and rape culture. Thanks, Disney, I hate it,” she concluded.

McKinley returned to her drink for a few moments before realizing the booth had fallen silent.

“Oh boy, there are two of them now,” Emily snorted.

McKinley scrunched her face in confusion. “Two what?”

“Spence rambles too,” said JJ, in a tone that conveyed mild annoyance and embarrassment at the behavior, almost as though she were apologizing for him.

McKinley frowned at her. She had seemed nice enough in the Bullpen earlier.

“He’s gotten better about it over the years, though,” she added, patting his shoulder.

The misplaced pride grated on McKinley’s nerves.

“Asphinctersayswhat?” She deliberately slurred her words, downing the last of her drink.

“What?” asked JJ.

“Exactly,” McKinley murmured, eyes fixed on her glass.

Before JJ could ask again, Spencer spoke.

“How had I not heard of Schönwerth before?” he wondered aloud, sounding disappointed in himself.

McKinley perked up. “I can lend you my copy of The Turnip Princess if you’d like. It’s a collection of his work.”

“Yeah, definitely!” he said eagerly. “I’m always excited to learn something new.”

Luke leaned around Matt to join the exchange. “I’ll have to buy a copy myself. I read Grimm’s as a kid but I hate to think I only knew biased versions. Schönwerth’s sound much better.”

…

“I appreciate the ride home, Luke,” McKinley called from the backseat.

“Me too. Just don’t get used to hearing those words pass my gorgeous lips, Newbie.”

“No problem, happy to do it,” he answered, laughing at Garcia’s drunken antics.

Under the cranked-up radio, McKinley addressed Spencer.

“Thanks for your text that morning after the park. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“Thank you for insisting on the wellness check.” He paused, fiddling with his messenger bag and smiling thoughtfully. “You know what? I’m glad we met.” 

“Hey, is this the right place?” asked Luke.

McKinley peered through the window.

“6565, yeah that’s the one,” she confirmed as Luke parked.

Penelope waddled across the driveway.

“I have to see your tiny house - the outside I mean, since I already got a video tour of the inside. Guys, it. is. Adorable,” Penelope gushed.

“I thought you lived with Taylor and Jaimie,” said Spencer, pointing to the porch.

“I’m parked out back,” McKinley explained, unlocking the gate.

Penelope gasped. “I almost forgot! Can we see your baby too?”

“Absolutely! He loves meeting new people.”

Luke closed the gate behind them, carrying McKinley’s guitar. “Wait, what? You have a son?”

“Weeell, sort of…” McKinley twirled around, landing on her knees, arms spread out.

“Boogie, baby! Come to Mamma!” she bellowed.

A multicolored mass of fur burst through the door and made a blurry beeline for her, knocking her fully onto the ground.

“I missed you too, buddy!” she cried as the dog assaulted her face with kisses. Sitting up, McKinley faced him towards the group.

“Look! I brought new friends. Boogie, this is Luke, Penny, and Spencer. Guys, this is Boogie.”

“Boogie?”

“Yes, Mocha Latte, Boogie. Short for Boogie-Woogie, which comes from the Bantu phrase ‘mbuki-mvuki.’ It means ‘to dance wildly, to the point of ecstasy.’ I didn’t have a name picked out when I brought him home, but when I put my music on shuffle, the first song was John Lee Hooker’s “Boogie Chillen’.” He started shaking his butt and tapping his feet. No other name would’ve sufficed.”

He approached Luke, slowly at first, then promptly shoved his snout into the man’s crotch.

“Boogie! Manners! I raised you better than that.”

“That’s okay, I know it’s the dog version of shaking hands.” Luke knelt to give him more attention. “You’re just introducing yourself, aren’t you? Yeah. You probably smell Roxie, huh buddy.”

“You have a furbaby too?”

“Yeah, a Belgian Malinois. What’s Boogie?”

“A Border Aussie. Mom was a working Border Collie and Dad was a show Australian Shepherd. He got Mommy’s smarts and Daddy’s derpiness.”

Penelope bent over to scratch Boogie’s ears, surrendering herself to sniffs and kisses. “If you two don’t have playdates at the park, I’ll dognap them and take them there myself.”

Boogie seemed to wag his assent, shuffling over to Spencer and nosing his hand.

“N-nice doggie,” he stammered, gingerly patting Boogie’s head.

McKinley stood, swaying slightly on her way to the door. “I better grab that book while I’m thinking about it. Keep our guests entertained, buddy.”

They heard her rummaging inside, talking to herself. “You were here just the other - aha!”

She reappeared, waving a tattered paperback. “It’s dog-eared and coffee-stained,” she sighed apologetically, “but it’ll read.”

“Well-worn is high praise for a book. It shows how much it’s been loved,” Spencer reasoned, climbing the stairs to the small porch. 

“Take your time with it. Some things aren’t meant for speed-Reiding,” she joked, handing him the book.

A comfortable silence settled between them for a minute.

“The swing set on the cake is an inedible figurine, by the way. That night, sitting on the real swing…I dunno, it seemed to comfort you. Now you have one to keep on your desk.”

McKinley couldn’t decide if ‘impressed’ or ‘perturbed’ better described Spencer’s expression in that moment.

“It’s late, guys. We should head out,” Luke yawned, handing McKinley her guitar.

“Night-night, Lovely! We’re having that knitting bee at my place next weekend, just us.”

“Sounds great, Penny, but I’m nervous about knitting in the round. It’s intimidating.”

They waved their goodbyes as they returned to the gate. “Don’t worry, Auntie Penelope will teach you all she knows.”

McKinley retreated into the warmth of her home. She climbed into bed, beaming to herself.

“A whole new group of friends. Imagine that, Boogie! I’d only dared hope for one…”

—

“There are no faster or firmer friendships than those between people who love the same books.”Irving Stone

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[lynxgriffin]

Straight Outta Monster Narnia

HEY HEY I WASN’T EXPECTING TO DO THIS EVER AGAIN BUT WE’RE BACK

I’M GONNA PLAY ME SOME DELTA RUNE HERE

THOUGHTS AS I GO! ARE UNDER THE CUT!

Here we GOOOOOOO~!

Survey Program! Nice! Ominous!

I am here yes!

Truly excellent dude

OH MAKING A VESSEL NOW what are we Xehanort

NEATO I can pick Chara or Frisk heads or others…

Let’s do someone new. This kinda longish hair head.

STRIPES FOR DAYS! Longish sleeves, methinks

The legs are almost all the same LMAO

This is so friggin creepy I l OVE IT

Favorite food is PAIN nah it’s soft

BLOOD TYPE D. D for DOGGO

You have been gifted with kindness, not-XionFrisk

Pain AND seizure. Kinda wonder what happens if you say no tho…

But I don’t want to start over so let’s go with yes

OH FRIGGIN BUUUUURNED BY THE GAME, HAHAHA

Hi Toriel, you’re looking nice!

That’s a lot of friggin trophies over there

Also Kris, you need some eyes

RELIGIOUS SKA

So we have overachieving perfect child and sad boring child, okay

Awww Gerson wrote a book! How neat

It’s only you…..FOR NOW!!!!

It just isn’t home without white fur stuck in the drain, is it

CHAIRIEL’S RETURN!!!!

Also there’s some weird graphical flicker going on when I move and I wonder if it’s not because I’m playing full screen here

“Spray For The Boys, Flamin’ Hot Pizza Flavor” Damn Toby I missed your incredible sense of humor

DOES TORIEL USE PET SHAMPOO please say yes

ASRIEL’S AT COLLEGE AND UNDYNE’S A POLICE MONSTER, PERFECT

PROFESSOR ALPHYS IMMA GET AN A+ IN ANIME CLASS

DAMN who do I pick as my partner

Like…I really want Temmie…but also Snowdrake…

Random snake is also very good…

Ahhh I see this is gonna be pre-determined

HAHAHAHA FUCKIN BURNED AGAIN BY THIS HORRIBLE BLUE DUCK

Thank you cool snake I love your origin story

Oh this reindeer girl is very cute

MOTHA. FOKKIN. SUSIE

I instantly love her, goodbye

Oh Alphys you’re so not good at putting anyone in trouble

I JUST REALIZED TEMMIE HAS HER EGG ON THE DESK

Susie are you eating chalk

Oh sheet I like Susie less now

GAH DAMN THIS ESCALATED QUICKLY

Susie, Kris doesn’t even HAVE a face

Haha totally cut off my answer there

Hmm. I sense…a theme here.

Wow this really is putting on the restrictive aspects here

Now that’s a spooky face

Oh it ain’t gonna be that simple, mean girls

Well, this sure seems like an underground! Also…Kris is green now, okay

Hi there creepy waving things!

To reiterate: this is soooo creepy AND I LOVE IT

Puzzles! We got puzzles again! CREEPY PUZZLES

Whelp, we found Susie, just kinda hiding out in a…dead dust bunny thingie

LOL so much for a party member following you around

Well this is a new and interesting take on the bullet hell mechanics

Such interesting and different architecture

THE KINGDOM OF DARKNESSSSS

Yes let’s take a sudden HARD SHIFT into Final Fantasy

THE QUEST OF THE DELTA KNIGHTS that was an MST3K ep you know

About like…Leonardo da Vinci actually. Except he was a whiny bitch

LMAO Susie just “nah destroying the world sounds neat”

JOKESTER SANS GLIDES IN A FLAMING TRICYCLE SURE WHY NOT

VERY DIFFERENT COMBAT SYSTEM

“Dunno how I got an ax but like, that’s cool”

CAN’T WAIT FOR THE REMIXES OF THIS BATTLE MUSIC OKAY

Dunno if there’s a pacifist version of this game but I stick to tradition so I’m gonna try it

RALSEI. I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE

THE POWER OF FLUFFY BOYS SHINES WITHIN YOU it sure as hell does, game

The heckin heck Ralsei is so cute

Yup yup we gonna try pacifist this first time!

“If you’re reading this…I guess you’re dead.” Fair enough.

Gaster noises when trying to use the cell phone, hmmmm…

It’s an inverse papou fruit!

Susie just up and attacks this cake, all right

Battle is cool but it’s gonna take some getting used to, think I accidentally used both of my items

YOUR SENSE OF DIRECTION WON’T SAVE YOU NOW

“It’s like a dinner made out of three glasses of milk” Ralsei you’re SO CUTE

Now to see if TP stays leveled between battles…

“I thought you were running away.” / “Yeah, I finished.”

Fugdamn I want —pictures of Spiderman— remixes of this music ON MY DESK TODAY

FRIGHTENING FANFARE

Damn that puzzle still is tricky

Gah damn that was hilarious but also terrifying

We have the power of FLUFFY BOYS and MEAN GIRLS we are UNSTOPPABLE

Ohhh so that’s what the heart outline does!

Now that is a coooool cat and I like him already

Awww I don’t have enough money for the spooky sword

Susie just roastin’ everybody left and right

THEY GOT BARRY

These mechanics continue to be interesting and a bit more complex

“Damn, didn’t get to impale myself” I’m sure you’ll get your chance Susie

It’s really interesting how we’re basically group-battling to PREVENT the tank from beating the crap out of everyone

Oh now that light trick is weird

They keep throwing the usual chess and playing card guys at us and somehow I’m Suspicious

Is that a bucket. ARE Y’ALL HOMESTUCKING AT ME AGAIN

LMAO did Susie call us the Fuckboys or something

Oh, the Shit Squad, I guess!

THE POWER OF THE SHIT SQUAD SHINES WITHIN YOU HECK YESSSS

“I, Mr. Society, am far too intelligent to ever bow down to such a tyrant!” Hmmm.

Oh, it’s Sir Lion Plateface again

L E G S

THE BOSS JUST DRINKS A GALLON OF MILK THAT’S FINE

Well Ralsei got kinda junked there but WE DEFEATED SIR LION PLATEFACE

Cakes…are also my enemy…

Yeeeeah kinda saw that one coming

Susie I get the feeling you’re not going to enjoy being a bad guy either

Dang son I have no clue what’s going on anymore WE JUST HAD SOME SALSA IN A TREE STUMP

This jack’s got my number

That sure is a three-eyed three-headed cat thingamajig

Awww I like Clover

“All proceeds go to kicking your ass” CAN I USE THIS LINE IN REAL LIFE PLEASE

Hot damn we just squeaky hammered our broken cake into ULTIMATE CAKE

Why does a sweet little boy have a mustache indeed.

Create a machine to thrash your own ass, nice

It’s my beautiful death laser duck! Tops in GUN’S

Man Susie and Lancer are just having the time of their lives here

Finally, respect for pinecone-eaters!

Awww Susie, are you actually starting to worry about someone who respects your eating of chalk and pinecones

Oh thank goodness, got through that maze thing

Yes, finally, it’s our DUCK TANK LASER

Why does it say Tuna on it

“Your design sucked so we blew it up” This is like that one Berlin tour guide I had

GANGED UP ON THEM WITH KINDNESS, HA

Whelp, back to telling enemies that Susie will kick them in the shins I guess!

YES LANCER JOIN THE SHIT SQUAD

OMFG THAT FAAAAACE WHAT IS THAT FACE

Hey we’ve got a full Final Fantasy team now! Neat

STOOL FORME

I like how Lancer just sliiiiiides around outside the party instead of walking with

Hmmm well that friendship feeling didn’t last long

You done got locked in the dungeon

Yup sure did eat that jail moss two minutes in

HUH, we’re controlling Susie now

In which choices do not matter…

SUSIE’S FOKKIN PISSED

And we can’t control her actions…but why controlling the human soul?

A pair of eyes got arrested?! What IS the world coming to?!!

Oh dear, we found a bunch of kings in baby jail

Why are these filthy cages so happy-looking

Awwww Susie joined the party for realizes!

So, this about final boss point for this business?

Why are you guys just sitting on a pile of loot

And just who is this sassy lost child?

BAAHAHAHAAA

HECK YEAH WE GET TO FLIRT AGAIN

I am now BED INSPECTOR yes

Hello again fancy blue boy

“Can…can we see it” / “No.”

This sure is a jammin party with CLUB MUSIC OH HO HO HO

Awww he put his bicycle to bed

‘Welcome to my shop, you ungrateful worms” HELL YEAH

I do not wisheth to hear your MP3s! I would rather listen to the sweet song of Death!

Prepare for a battle with…WHATEVER THIS IS!!!!

JUST FUGGIN CHUCK RALSEI AT SIR LION PLATEFACE, I LIKE IT

Six dollars, for all of that?! Geez

WHELP this looks like final boss time…

Hiiiii there Lancer

Oh dang is gettin serious now

Oh woooow that’s…someone’s fetish right there

HOKAY that was tricky but! Having the defense abilities certainly helped with pacifism through that…

Despite ending this peacefully, I don’t think this scene is gonna end on a happy note…

W H E L P

DAYUM that face from Susie!!

Awwww poor Ralsei

We only have BAD-byes WUAH WUAH WUAAAH

DAWWW lil’ Asriel-lookin dude with glasses (and YES I see that anagram there)

LMAO Susie’s face

EPIC ROCK MUSIIIIIC

Also I’ve really been enjoying the color effects

Awww look at this epic adventure you two had in the closet

So basically we went to Monster Narnia, neat

Awww Susie likes Monster Narnia

Oh no we worried Toriel! THE WORST

LIBRARBY

YOU STUDY THOSE HOT DEMON COMICS FOR COLLEGE, TEMMIE

Hiiii Toby you busy makin’ something!

ALPHYS NO, YOU BETRAY MEW MEW KISSY CUTIE

OFFICE UNDYNE, DOn’T ARREST ME

I like reindeer girl’s rowdy hospitalized dad

PARTY ANIMAL TORIEL CONFIRMED

I like how there’s just a poster on the wall in this room that reads PAIN

The police tape simply reads NGGAAAAAHHHHH!

Good grief there’s SO MUCH STUFF TO EXPLORE HERE BUT I HAVE TO KEEP GOING

Snowdrakes don’t have arms, oh no!!!

“Does it hurt to be made of blood??” ….Yes. Yes it does.

HIIIIIIIII SANS

Woah woah woah WOAH WOAH SANS

Everyone is here! Even Ice Wolf!

Yes I’ll take a Double Ice Pizza you weirdos

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD IT’S BURGERPANTS

10 OUT OF 10 GAME NOW

HIS FACES!!!! “C H I C K S”

That was brilliant, Burgerpants, thank you for existing

Catty!!! Hey where’s Bratty!

Noooo you gotta be besties with Bratty!

Brother Doug…?

Oh no, Mettaton, come out and talk to us!

ASGORE, HELLO

OMG Asgore hugs

Soul flowers….???

Awwww got some flowers for Toriel

THE GAY GUARDS IN THEIR GAY FLANNEL, YAY

It’s so late but I can’t stop until I’ve talked to LITERALLY EVERYONE

Thaaaat’s politics! …Rarely.

Comes to church for the fruit juice, sounds about right

DOG GRAVE, NO

Let’s go into the woods…what could go wrong…

Why can’t I get into the creepy shed…

Well, I think I got everything, so let’s go home now…

ASRIEL MAINS YOSHI IN SMASH CONFIRMED

Awwww Toriel is not big on Asgore’s bouquet!

OKAY decided to go to sleep here.

…Well that didn’t work out great

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

UUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT??????????

WHAT????????????

WHAT?????????

HAHA I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THE FUK HAPPENED IN ALL OF THIS BUT UH. WHEN’S CHAPTER TWO??

THAT SURE WAS A HELL OF A THING

No really Toby please WHAAAAAAATTT

OKAY I HOPE I DIDN’T MISS ANYTHING IMPORTANT BYYYYEEEE

[scottyjetpaxx]

2 AM - Max Kepler

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Your eyes slowly blinked as you woke up due to the sound of clamoring of pots and pans in the kitchen. Looking over at the clock, you found that it was 2 in the morning. You had a feeling Max was up getting a snack, and so you weren’t surprised when you found his side of the bed empty. Letting out a sigh, you got up from the bed and over to the kitchen. And just like you had suspected, Max was in the kitchen looking in the fridge.

“Max” You began with a whisper but he didn’t hear you “Max. Max!”

After you said his name the third time, he finally heard you and jumped a little in surprise. “What are you doing up?” 

“I could be asking you the same thing” You replied “But I’m up cause I heard a commotion in here and I wanted to make sure you were okay. Now, why are you up?”

“I-I wanted some cake…” He whispered

“You wanted cake… at two in the morning…?” You asked and he nodded “Why?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know, I just got a craving for some cake”

Letting out a sigh, you spoke, “I assume you want me to help with this since you can’t bake to save your life. And I know for a fact I won’t be able to fall back asleep with you clanking in the kitchen, so I might as well.”

“You’re the best,” He said with a cheesy smile and opened his arms for a hug

“Yeah, yeah, I know” You replied and then accepted his hug

Once you two pulled apart, you went over to the drawer and pulled out your recipe book. There, you skimmed through the pages that were bookmarked until you found the recipe for regular old chocolate cake, which was one of Max’s favorites.

“Wait, wait, wait, you get all of your cake recipes from a book??” Max asked when he noticed the book in your hands.

“Uh yeah, where else would I get them from?”

“I thought you made them up in your head or something” He admitted

You let out a stifled laugh “I wish I was that talented. But no, I need a recipe to follow,”

“Wow. Okay. So, let’s get baking?”

“So first off, do we have all of the ingredients?” You asked

“I have no clue. What do we even need for it?”

“Go to the fridge and check to see if we have butter, eggs, and buttermilk.” You told him and he gave you a weird look “What?”

“Buttermilk?” He questioned

“Yeah, buttermilk. It’s part of the recipe”

“Why can’t we just use regular milk?”

“Because buttermilk makes the cake taste so much better,” You said as if it was obvious

“Alright, if you say so” Max mumbled

While he was looking for those three items, you decided to look for the rest. Going over to the cabinet with all of the baking supplies, you easily found the baking soda, baking powder, sugar, flour, salt, vegetable oil, and vanilla extract. However, you couldn’t find the cocoa powder for the life of you.

“He babe?” You began “Have you seen the cocoa powder anywhere?”

“Cocoa powder? Like the stuff we make hot cocoa out of?”

“No… that’s hot chocolate mix. I’m talking about actual unsweetened cocoa powder.”

“Oh, that would be why my chocolate milk tasted horrible…” Max mumbled

“Did you seriously mistake unsweetened cocoa powder with hot chocolate mix?!”

“Maybe…” He admitted

“You’re ridiculous, but I still love you”

When you got to the cabinet that had the regular hot chocolate mix. There, you found the cocoa powder.

“Did you find everything?” You asked Max as he closed the refrigerator door.”

“Yep. Does that mean we can start baking?” He questioned

“Yes, it does. Just get two large bowls and we’ll be set.” You told him. Once he did as you asked, you told him what to start mixing. “Okay so I need you to measure and mix the flour, salt, sugar, cocoa, baking soda, and baking powder in one of the large bowls”

He nodded and went to work as you measured and mixed the buttermilk, water, eggs, oil, and vanilla. In the middle of you mixing, you couldn’t help but to look over and see how Max was doing. He seemed to be fine, as he mixed all of the dry ingredients together. However, there was a devilish smirk on his face that made you a bit uneasy. But you turned back to your mixing, deciding not to question him.

But of course, knowing Max, you definitely should’ve questioned him.

Moments after you turned your back to him, you felt something land on your back. Turning around, you noticed nothing was on the ground, and so you looked up at Max. As soon as you did so, your heart picked up its pace. Not because you saw your boyfriend, but because your boyfriend had a pile of flour in his hands.

“Don’t you da-” you began but got cut off by the taste of flour in your mouth. You began to cough, but once you recovered and wiped some of the flour from your face, you smirked “Oh you are so gonna pay”

Grabbing a cup from the cabinet, you filled it partially with water and then grabbed a handful of flour. Max had his eyebrows furrowed as you walked towards him. He was clearly confused about what you were going to do.

Without saying a word, you tossed the water on him, and then followed with the four, causing him to be covered in it. Max looked down at his chest and tried to wipe the stuff off of him, but since the water was there, it was stuck to him.

“Oh come on. Why would you do that?” He whined

“Hey, you started it.”

“But I didn’t douse you in water!”

“All is fair in love and war” You shrugged

Max didn’t say anything. Instead, he simply stepped towards you, which caused you to take a step back. He took a step forward again. Yet again, you took a step back. He had you up against the wall, close to covering you in flour. However, you found a hole and managed to slip by.

Darting out of the kitchen, you ran down the hall and into the family room. Max followed, still covered in the flour and water combination. You weaved around the coffee table, couch, and spare chairs before finally turning the corner. Cursing under your breath, you realized you were back in the kitchen due to the fact you lived in an apartment and everything was closely connected.

Looking behind you, you saw Max slowly creeping up to you. Just like he had before, he backed up into the wall. However, instead of it being just a wall, you were up against the corner counter. Scanning the area around you, it was clear that you didn’t have any hole to sneak away from him. So, you felt around the counter as he stalked towards you, and you felt an egg. You grabbed it but kept it behind your back so he couldn’t see.

“Come here you little nugget” He said as he wrapped his arms around you

Somehow, you were able to wiggle one of your arms free from his hug and smash the egg on his head. This instantly caused him to let go of you and try to get the egg off. However, this led to some of the egg being flung onto you.

“Okay, okay, okay” You began “That’s enough. We have some baking to do”

He let out a sad sigh but agreed nonetheless. “Yeah, let's get baking.”

You turned around and went back to mixing the contents that was in your bowl. Once you got it to the proper consistency, you asked Max to hand over his bowl, and luckily he did so without making even more of a mess.

Both of you were silent as you mixed the dry ingredients with the wet ones. However, as you mixed, you felt Max’s arms wrap around your waist.

“What are you doing?” You asked as you looked up at him

“Just watching you” He replied

You turned your attention back to your mixing. Once you had finished, you had to disperse the batter between the three pans. There was just one problem. Max was still holding you.

“Babe, I need to pour the batter into the pans” You whispered

“Then go ahead” He whispered right back

“No, I need to you get off of me so I can do it.” You explained, which caused him to let out a soft whine. “Come on. The sooner you do this, the sooner we can eat this cake”

“Fine” He sighed and let go of you.

You made your way over to where the pans were and dispersed the batter evenly among them. Once you were done with that, you put the pans in the oven and began to make the icing.

“Hey Max?” You asked, but got silence in response “Max?” Turning around to see where your boyfriend had gone, and you found he was behind you, leaning against the wall. “Are you alright?”

“Wha- yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired that’s all” He said as he let out a yawn

“If you’re tired then go to bed,” You began but he cut you off

“No, I got you up, I don’t want to leave you up alone.” He told you

“Alright, fine.” You sighed “But if you get anymore tired and you want to go to bed, go. I’m not gonna keep you up. However since you are staying up, can you help me make the icing?”

“Yeah, of course” He said and then walked right up to you.

“Okay, so, I need you to mix the butter and cream cheese until it’s nice and fluffy” You told him and he just stared at you. “What?”

“Sor-sorry, you’re just gorgeous,” He said

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks as he took a step towards you. Max leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead, however, seconds after, he started to cough.

“Wha- are you okay?” You asked as you both took a step back from each other

After a few moments of coughing, he finally gathered himself and spoke “Yeah, I’m uh fine. I just kinda forgot you had flour on your forehead and somehow accidentally inhaled it.”

You couldn’t help to let out a little laugh. “Only you would do that”

“Oh shut up,” But c’ mon let’s make the icing.”

Just like he said, the two of you spent no time in making the icing for the cake. By the time the icing was finished, the cake was ready to be out of the oven. So, you took all three of the pans out and put them on the stove to cool.

“Oh my god that smells amazing,” Max said as he walked over to the stove

“Step away from the stove. The cake isn’t ready to eat yet” You told him, staring him down as you did so.

Fortunately, he got the message and backed away from the stove. However, it was clear that he wanted the cakes since he would keep looking at them every few moments.

Once the cake was done cooling, you transferred the first one to a plate and began icing it. Without warning, you felt Max wrap his arms around you again and let out a hum of satisfaction. Somehow, you managed to ice the cake with him on you.

“Alright babe, the cake is ready,” You said and you instantly felt Max get off of you. Rolling your eyes, you moved the cake to the table where Max sat. You began to cut a slice for Max, but as soon as you put the slice on his plate, you pushed his face into the cake.

“Y/N!” He groaned as he lifted his head to see you in a fit of laughter. “Oh you’re so gonna get it”

You were too busy laughing to even register what he had said. Once you recovered, you saw Max inches away from you, and out of nowhere, he kissed you, causing the cake to get on your face as well.

Licking the cake off of your lips, you let out a happy hum “Yeah, I deserved that. But, this shit’s pretty good”

Both you and Max spent the rest of the night devouring the cake before you finally drifted off to sleep in his arms.

[long-dramatic-sigh]

Red Shell, Blue Shell

Warnings: Burns, nightmares, some swearing

Summary: 

“You’re gonna get it one of these days, kid. I swear. Sleep with one eye open. Clint’s not the only prankster in the Avengers.”

It was because of the jokes surrounding the floor of the tower that Tony forgot to lock his door.

OR

After a nightmare-filled sleep, Tony figures Rainbow Road's got nothing on him.

“Mr. Stark, that’s unfair!” Peter whined as Tony ran him off the road again with his kart.

“Unfair my ass, you had it coming with that blue shell.” Tony snarked back, jutting his shoulder into Peter’s and causing a small laugh to escape.

“I only threw the blue shell because you hit me with a red one.” Peter raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Take that, old man.” Peter laughed giddily as he rocketed forward in the game. Tony put a hand to his chest in mock hurt.

“Old man? Oh, I’m coming for you. Watch your back, Parker.” Tony said sarcastically as he waited for a certain red-shelled power-up. He grinned maniacally just as Peter realized what he was doing. Shouts of ‘no’ and ‘don’t you dare’ came from Peter as Tony pressed the button to send the virtual turtle flying until-veeerrm. The screen went black. Both boys groaned.

“Friday-” Tony sighed in annoyance at his AI.

“Sir, it is vital for Peter to get at least eight hours of sleep per night. I have activated ‘Spider-Baby’s Sleepy Time’ protocol.” Tony’s smirk grew larger at Peter’s dead panned expression.

“Really, Da-I mean, Mr. Stark?” Peter confidence faded quickly as he fixed his speech. He sat up straighter and wouldn’t look the other man in the eye. It was a stark contrast to the relaxed and joking boy from a moment before. Tony tried his best to make his kid feel less awkward. It had happened to him, too, moments where he would be discussing Peter’s reports with Happy and accidentally call him his kid.

“Yeah, come on. You know you shouldn’t be following in my sleep deprived footsteps. Besides, I can totally beat you at Rainbow Road tomorrow.” Tony said, jokingly shoving Peter’s shoulder a little as he got up before lovingly ruffling his hair. Peter’s head moved with him as he stared at Tony with disbelief in his eyes.

“Have you even tried Rainbow Road? You’re going to die, only the strongest NPC’s will survive. Well, and me.” Peter said as he got up, twitching his eyebrow in a silent competition.

“Oh, come on kid, how hard can it be? The name has 'Rainbow' in it. Sounds like a piece of cake.” Tony said as he made his way to the bathroom.

“Yeah, coming from the man who’s never played it. This is going to be great.” Peter said as he followed his mentor.

“An why ish that?” Tony said over the hum of his electric toothbrush, slightly garbled from his words making his way around it.

“Because at least I’ve battled Ned in that round, I have a little practice.” Peter said as he started to brush his own teeth. “You’re dead.”

“Oh, you’re on.” Tony put his hand under the sink and splashed Peter with it before making a quick getaway to his bedroom with laughter in his voice.

“TONY, WHAT THE - oh goddamnit.” The noise of Peter rushing to clean himself up was disrupted by the distinctive sound of his heavy toothbrush hitting the floor.

“Hey, you better not break that, I paid good money for that!” Tony half heartedly yelled into the next room over and could almost feel the dead eyes he was receiving from Peter.

“Your fault!” Peter yelled back. Both boys started laughing as Peter made his way into Tony’s bedroom to say goodnight. His shirt was soaked with the water from the sink. It’s rather unfortunate that Tony had closed his eyes from laughing too hard, because the next thing he knew, he was being hit with water too. He opened his eyes in preparation to deliver the sarcastic line of all time, but Peter was already scurrying out the door with his cup in hand.

“You’re gonna get it one of these days, kid. I swear.” Tony called after him. “Goodnight, Peter. Sleep with one eye open. Clint’s not the only prankster in the Avengers.”

It was because of the jokes surrounding the floor of the tower that Tony forgot to lock his door.

Peter...where was Peter? He had to find his kid, protect him from the aliens looming above his sky. Everything was moving too fast, it was going by in flashes of colour and bits of filmstrip.

“PETER, WHERE ARE YOU?” Tony yelled, praying for a response. Finally, he got a glimpse of his curly hair, fighting off an alien that was obviously winning. Tony flew behind them and blasted the thing’s head clean off. Nobody touches his kid.

“Peter, are you okay?” Tony asked, hands pushing his curls back to check for any cuts or bruises.

“Yeah, I’m ok-” Peter was cut off by a large hand batting at him like a fly. Peter crashed into a wall, where he collapsed and didn’t get up.

“No, no no no. Peter?” Tony flew to his side, not caring about the fact that Thanos was right there. Not caring until he realized that the purple prune was still trying to crush Peter. Tony snarled. “Get the FUCK away from him.”

Thanos leaned closer to him. “Tony, wake up.” His voice was an odd contrast to what his body was doing, his giant fist smashing down an inch from where Peter lay.

“Get the hell away from my kid!” Tony yelled, firing a repulsor beam at the alien. He could barely hear the voice shouting “Dad!” as he fired again at Thanos, just as the mirage faded into a dark room.

“Woah! Holy shit!” Peter screamed as the blast nearly hit him square in the chest. Tony burst forward into a fighting stance in his bed and immediately destroyed the suit, whose hand was palm out and facing Peter. He had unintentionally called his old suit to his side in his sleep again, a glitch that he had thought he’d taken care of years ago. Peter could feel his heart beating hard and fast in his neck, throbbing behind his ears and making his vision spotty. “Oh my f-”

“Kid? What are you doing here?” Tony said, not quite understanding. He was glad as ever after waking up from that nightmare and seeing Peter alive, but more so confused as to why Peter was on the ground in his room in the middle of the night. Or why his old suit was attacking him.

“I-I just, I got up to get a glass of water, and then I heard you yelling in here for someone to get away, so I ran in here because I thought you were being attacked but you weren’t and-” Peter took a deep breath as his voice cracked. “I think you were just having a nightmare.”

Tony felt terrible. “Oh, kid I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to deal with my nightmares.” He stood from his bed to help him up, and it was only then that he took notice of the smoldering scorch mark going down his wall. His mouth formed the word ‘no’ before his brain could fully get it out. “Peter...did I hurt you?”

“No, don’t worry Mr. Stark, I moved out of the way in time.” Peter said in an effort to pacify him. Tony’s face mirrored the horror he felt inside. “It’s okay, really, I’m fine.” Peter enthused.

“No, it’s not okay. I could have hurt you. I could have killed you. You shouldn’t be around me, Peter. It’s not safe. I’m not safe.” Tony stressed, while Peter tried to hide the arm that was slightly stinging. He knew he’d missed the beam, but it was a close cut and now the pain was settling in. He needed to get out of there quickly, before Tony realized and felt even worse. Peter shook his head in disagreement as he tried to get up.

“Tony, you had a nightmare. Nightmares are normal.” Peter made it up enough to sit on the end of Tony’s bed without passing out from the mix of adrenaline and the worsening pain in his arm.

“Normal people don’t almost ki-” Tony shuddered and broke off as he looked Peter in the eye. “I promise this will never happen again, Peter.”

“Tony, I once kicked May’s side in my sleep. It’s fine. Well, I mean, you should probably fix that glitch, but please don’t beat yourself up. I’m not even hurt.” Peter said as he decided to push his luck and move. Tony grabbed his arm in an effort to help him to his feet, but the moment Peter hissed and fell back to the bed, Tony knew Peter was hiding something. Tony felt his blood turn stone cold.

“Peter, look at me.” Tony said in a commanding dad voice, one that his father would be rolling in his grave over. Peter found it slightly difficult since he was mostly seeing white pain, but he did as Tony asked. “What did I do?” He stressed every syllable of his question, guilt and regret shining in his frightened eyes. He was scared of what he could do to Peter. What he did do to Peter.

“You were having a nightmare, and you called your suit in your sleep.” Peter said, confirming Tony’s hypothesis. “I guess you were fighting off someone, because you fired your repulsors. Twice.”

“I was trying to protect you from Thanos.” Tony said quietly with a hand over his eyes. “Show me your arm, Peter.”

“I’m okay, thanks.” Peter said, get ready to flee the room. He did not want Mr. Stark to feel any worse, but at the same time he felt like he was going to throw up. He needed to get out of there.

Peter’s name coming from Mr. Stark’s mouth stopped him from moving. “Peter. Show me your arm.” Peter felt like a deer caught in the headlights.

“O-okay.” Peter stuttered, turning his body around to Tony. The moment he turned, Tony could not only see, but smell the burn on the kid’s arm. His gag reflex was threatening to erupt, but he managed to keep his nausea at bay for the sake of the kid. Peter’s pajama shirt sleeve had been burned and was still flaking off in pieces of ash. What was underneath it, Tony was glad the lights were still off for. He could see Peter in the blue glow of his arc reactor, but not much else.

“I’m so sorry, Peter.” Tony said, his voice laced with a sob. How could this have happened? Only a few hours ago they were worried about that stupid Rainbow Road, now he was trying not to throw up as he played back attacking Peter with the suit. Tony shook his head. Now was not the time for this, he had to bandage up Peter before his burn got infected. “Come on, kid. Let’s go fix up your arm.” Tony was careful not to touch the wound as he helped Peter into his bathroom.

“Mr. Stark, it’s okay. I can deal with this, you can go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to bother you in the first place-” Peter said, attempting to cover his arm back up. Tony looked at him incredulously. HE was the one that had hurt Peter, and Peter was trying to comfort him? Tony felt the anger for himself building.

“The fuck it’s okay, excuse my language. I hurt you, Peter. That is not okay. Not in any world, not in any realm. I’m supposed to protect you, not be the one you need protecting from.” Tony said as he grabbed a washcloth from his closet and soaked it in warm water. The rag splashed against the porcelain sink as Tony hung his head. “I’m-”

“I swear to god if you say you’re sorry one more time, I will beat your ass and not even feel bad about it.” Peter said as Tony lifted an eyebrow He was about to make a comment on the swearing when Peter spoke again. “We’re okay, Tony. I promise. I understand what it’s like to wake up and not know what’s going on or where you are.” Peter said honestly, the realization of his words dropping on Tony. The collapsed building was one of Peter’s more recurring nightmares, and he’d punched Tony in the face upon waking more times than he can count. It suddenly occurred to Tony that Peter was reassuring him like he always had for Peter. God, this kid was too good to be near Tony. He sighed.

“This is going to sting.” Tony said as he brought the antiseptic covered washcloth to Peter’s wound. He tried to be as gentle as he could, but the burn was bubbling white in response to the chemicals. With every new swipe, Peter’s grimace grew. When Tony finally replaced the rag with one of just water, Peter yelped at the feeling. After growing used to the antiseptic, the water felt sharper to his damaged arm. Unfortunately, due to his spider-senses, it hurt three times as much as it should have and while Tony could no longer smell the burn, Peter could. To him, it smelled like a perverse version of a barbecue. He felt his stomach clench at the image his brain provided him with.

“Kid? You okay? You look a little-” Tony was interrupted by Peter pushing past him to the toilet, where he promptly threw up. “Green. Okay, deep breaths, Peter. Deep breaths. That’s it.” Tony encouraged as Peter got rid of the remnants of his dinner.

“Okay, I’m just going to put some Polysporin on this and a bandage, okay Peter? Then we’ll get you back into bed.” As promised, while Peter was bent over the rim of his toilet, Tony slathered the Polysporin over his burn and put a large piece of gauze over it. He could tell the ointment was working as Peter relaxed. It was blessedly cool against his still burning skin. At the sight of Peter, curled against the toilet and hurt because of him, Tony felt tears brimming in his eyes. Happy was right. He’s not his father. He’s worse.

“T-Tony, could I…” Peter trailed off, weakly holding up a finger to give him a minute. “Sleep?” He managed to get out. Tony could tell from Pete’s ghostly white face, the way his eyes were drooping, and the fact that he was dry heaving, that he was going into shock.

“Yeah, kid. I’ve got you.” Tony held a cool cloth against Peter’s forehead until he motioned that he was ready to get up. Peter would have fallen back down if Tony hadn’t grabbed him and carried him the rest of the way to the bed. It was only when he was in it that Peter realized he wasn’t in his room.

“Mr. Stark, s’okay, ‘can go to my own room,” Peter mumbled blearily. Tony chuckled and ran a hand through Peter’s curls comfortingly.

“It’s okay, Peter. You know you like my bed better anyways, I’ve caught you napping in here before. Don’t worry kid, I’ve got you now. I’ve got you.”

Tony didn’t sleep the rest of the night. Instead, he stayed in a chair in the corner of his room, watching as Peter’s chest rose and fell with each breath. He felt horrible for being the reason it shuddered every now and then.

In the morning, Peter’s burn was almost gone. He didn’t think much of it when he woke up to the smell of Tony burning the toast for breakfast. As he made a grab for his bedpost to swing up from, he realized that this was not his bed as he fell off the side with a small yelp. Almost immediately, Tony ran into the room.

“Peter, are you okay?” He asked frantically, reaching a hand down to pull the embarrassed kid to his feet. Tony checked him over, brushing his hair back from his forehead and stopping at his damaged arm.

“I’m fine, Mr. Stark. I just thought I was in my own bed and it turns out, I really wasn’t.” Peter said easily, trying to ignore how Tony’s gaze was locked on the bandage. Peter decided to metaphorically and physically rip off the bandaid, and pulled it away from his arm to see the damage left underneath. Unsurprisingly to Peter, there was hardly even a mark. He knew his speed healing worked well, and whatever Mr. Stark had slathered on his arm had helped even more.

“Wow,” Tony murmured quietly as he hesitantly reached out to gently touch the area, but stopped himself at the last second. He’d still hurt his kid, even if he was alright. Tony would never forgive himself.

“See? I’m fine. Speed healing. Comes with the package deal of Spider-ing around.” Peter said lightly. “So, what’s for breakfast?” He asked as he made his way into the kitchen, slightly wincing as he banged his arm on the counter he passed. Goddamnit, Peter. He hoped Mr. Stark hadn’t seen that.

“Well, since I manage to burn the easiest of breakfast foods, it’s either take out or cereal.” Tony’s voice sounded right behind Peter, making him jump slightly. He turned his head quickly to the side and followed Tony as he made his way over to the cupboard. He knew it was stocked with the good stuff, which was probably Tony trying to make up for last night. Peter felt bad. He really did understand why his suit had thought of Peter as an enemy, since he had just come barging into the room. He just hated seeing the man he admired beat himself up for something that wasn’t his fault. But Peter be damned, there was Lucky Charms, Frosted Flakes, all the sugary stuff Aunt May had always claimed was ‘too unhealthy for a growing boy’. However, May wasn’t here.

“I’m good with cereal, thanks.” Peter bit his tongue to keep his smile from overtaking his face, but Tony could see the dimples fighting their way out.

“Oh, sure, only because I let you have the crap that your hot aunt would kill me over.” Tony smirked at the way Peter’s mouth comically dropped open.

“Hey! That’s not...” Peter thought for a moment. “Okay, yeah, that’s true.” Tony rolled his eyes.

“So, what’ll it be, chief?” Tony threw boxes of cereals onto the counter for Peter to sort through. Peter held up the box of Lucky Charms and raised an eyebrow in question.

“Go for it.” Tony laughed as Peter lifted the box into the air like Simba from the Lion King. He observed with mild curiosity as Peter shook the box side to side instead of opening it like a normal person.

“Peter, what on earth are you doing?” Tony asked with concern evident in his voice. Peter paused for a moment before returning.

“If you shake it, the marshmallows go to the top.” Peter replied with a sly smirk. He’s pretty sure he heard Tony say something along the lines of ‘little shit’ before he reached over and opened the box for Peter. “Tony, I can open my own cereal.” He said while Tony dropped a bowl in front of him as well. Now Peter was suspicious. Good cereal and Tony is helping him out when he normally would have told him he had two arms to do it himself? Arms...Peter felt like slapping his forehead. No wonder he’s doing all of this.

“Tony.”

“Tony, huh? Did we finally get passed Mr. Stark?” Tony said, lightly nudging the kid in front of him. Peter set down his spoon and looked him in the eye.

“Mr. Stark,” Damnit, Tony thought. Peter didn’t break eye contact with him. “I’m okay, Tony. Really. You don’t have to do all of this. It’ll be fully healed in like, an hour.” Peter watched as Tony downcast his eyes.

“That doesn’t erase what I did, Peter. I hurt you. I can never make that up to you.” Tony sighed heavily, although it did not help the way his chest seemed to get heavier with each passing moment.

“Actually, maybe you can.” Peter said with a shit eating grin on his face. Tony looked up at the kid and wanted to narrow his eyes, but didn’t have the heart to do so. “We could watch all of the Star Wars movies.” Peter said hopefully, puppy eyes pleading with Tony.

“Star Wars. Sure, kid, whatever you want to do.” Tony said, unwilling to fight the eyes that seemed to be staring directly into his soul, like a dog begging for food.

“All of them. And maybe be allowed to hang out in your lab?” Peter said in a rush, which took Tony nearly a full minute to decipher. As soon as it clicked, Tony’s expression changed to one that said exactly ‘are you shitting me’.

“No. Nuh uh. No way, the guilt train stops there. Peter, it’s too dangerous.” Tony crossed his arms and looked across the table at the kid.

“Come on! It wouldn’t be that dangerous with you there, right?” Peter was begging, both hands up to Tony and the eyes working double time. Tony could swear the kid practiced in the mirror during his time off. He could tell they were slowly wearing him down, so he looked away.

“No, Peter. I won’t let you get hurt down there.” Tony rubbed his left wrist as it started to ache.

“What if it was only like a couple days a week?” Peter didn’t let up. Unfortunately, Tony made the fatal mistake of looking into Peter’s eyes.

“Oh, for fu-OKAY, fine. But only a few days a week and when I’m with you. We’ll only be down for a few hours. Got it?” Tony said, striking a fair deal with the kid. He stuck out his arm for a handshake and was met with Peter’s strong grip and the happiest smile he’s seen on him in a while. Whatever hell was surely to happen down there was worth seeing that expression on his boy’s face as they headed down.

“You see what I’m doing here with the old wires in the - Peter?” Tony turned around to see Peter playing with Dum-E. He smiled softly at the pure happiness that was coming from both of them. Suddenly, a phone began to ring. Tony checked his pockets while Peter fished out the ringing object from his. Tony took notice of the way his face paled almost instantly.

“Oh crap, it’s May. I’m late and I’ve been here for way longer than we agreed, oh god.” Peter took a deep breath and readied his thumb. “Here goes nothing.” Tony laughed at Peter’s dramatics.

“Don’t laugh, she’ll have your head for this too.” Peter finally picked up the phone. “Oh, hi May...I know it’s really late, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize...I know you worry, I’m sorry…” Peter stood up and wandered around the room to some quieter areas. Tony watched Peter in amusement for a moment before looking to the ceiling. As it turned out, Peter was really enjoyable to work with.

“Friday, give Peter full access to this lab for any purposes. Except my suits. He doesn’t touch those. Actually, have Dum-E extinguish him if he tries anything.” Tony spoke softly so as to not disturb Peter. After a few minutes, the two made their way up to the living room, the boy still clearly trying to placate his aunt. He caught bits and pieces every so often, but mostly tried to stay out of Peter’s business. That is, until Peter called to him.

“Tony, I think I have to go home. Thank you for having me over,” Peter said. Tony looked at the clock. Midnight. They wasted an entire day down there? No wonder May was freaking out. However, it was much too late for Tony to send Peter off into the night.

“Pete, why don’t you ask to stay one more night? It’s no problem, I can send you right back home when you get up. It’ll be safer, too.” Tony said as he stretched on the couch. Tony noted the pops in his back as he moved. He was getting old.

“No, Peter, you come home right this minute.” It appeared Aunt May had heard Tony. Peter listened to her through the phone and let out a sigh. Peter walked into the room over and spoke again.

“May, please can I-”

“No, Peter. Home.” May said sharply.

“May, I am home. I just have two now, and I really like spending time with Dad.” Peter said. May paused at this. It seemed Peter hadn’t even realized his mistake, but it tore through May’s reserve, even over the phone. “May?” It was then that Peter realized why May wasn’t speaking.

“Fine. Okay, you can stay one more night. But I want you to call me when you get up, you hear me?” May said. Peter nodded his head before realizing she couldn’t see him over the phone.

“I will, May. I love you.” Peter swallowed.

“I love you too, Peter. Goodnight.” As May hung up the phone and he walked back to where Mr. Stark was sitting, watching him, he realized he probably wasn’t as quiet as he thought he had been.

“Mr. Stark, I-” Peter cut himself off to try to save himself from further humiliation. Instead, he found himself in a surprisingly warm hug.

“I like spending time with you too, son.” Tony said, reaching around the kid to grab the DVD behind him. It was rather difficult with a teenager wrapped around his body. “That’s not a hug, Peter, I’m just grabbing Star Wars.”

“It’s a hug, Mr. Stark. Just embrace it. Let it all out.” Peter said as he relaxed further into the hug. Suddenly it broke off as Mr. Stark playfully elbowed him away.

“Okay, I think we’re done here. Go get your blanket, Spider-kid.” Tony said as he playfully threw a pillow at Peter.

“IT’S SPIDER-MAN!” Peter said, sounding muffled through the fluffy pillow landing on his face.

“Yeah, yeah. Go grab your blanket, seriously, or I’m starting this movie without you.” Tony said as he started up the first in a long lineup of films. Peter ran into his room to grab his soft blanket and dragged it out with him to the couch. Tony lifted his arm for Peter to crawl under, a habit formed after many movie nights.

“What are you waiting for? It’s about to start.” Tony said, as Peter came to Tony’s side, where he pressed Peter against him comfortingly. Peter cuddled closer to him, tentatively putting his head on Tony’s shoulder. Halfway through the movie, Tony could hear light snores coming from the kid. Tony breathed out a laugh. Favourite movie and the kid can’t stay awake. Tony pulled the blanket up closer to the boy’s chin and ran his fingers through his hair. Peter subconsciously leaned into his touch, feeling comfort in his father figure’s hand. Tony smiled at the kid he wished was his own. Take that, Howard. I’m nothing like you. He likes me. If someone like Peter likes me, how horrible could I be?

“I love you, son.” Tony whispered to the kid. Peter stirred and Tony panicked, thinking he’d woken him up.

“...love you too, Dad.” Peter mumbled sleepily before falling completely against Tony’s chest and curling up. Tony felt his heart warm and his chest swell with pride. He allowed himself to gently lie back against the couch, moving Peter with him. Before he knew it, Tony had fallen asleep.

This time, neither one had any nightmares.

[yikestripes]

Imagine: Racetrack getting nervous around you

I am SO sorry this took so long to get up! Color guard and school literally hit me like a bus with it’s pants down

... that metaphor fell apart fast HAHAHA

Anywho, anon, I really really hope you enjoy this one! It was a really fun one to write! The others are on their way! 

Racetrack started the day pacing.

Back and forth, back and forth.

This was quite unlike him, as he was usually the biggest loudmouth without a filter, completely unafraid of anything, much less a girl.

Lately something had been bothering him; you.

Not in a bad way of course, he was just in love with you and was entirely unsure how to go about it.

“Race, buddy, youse gonna wear the floor out with all dat pacin’. Why youse pacin’ anyway?” Albert asked from his bed.

Racetrack took the unlit cigar from his mouth.

“Ise just thinkin.’” He said, waving his old friend off with his cigar.

Albert rolled his eyes, but jumped down from his bed, and went to talk to Romeo.

“Goddammit.” He muttered to himself, taking his hat off to run a nervous hand through his hair.

“Yeah, tomorrow.” He heard Albert saying to Romeo.

What’s tomorrow?

Race wracked his brain for an answer; was it a holiday? Or was he forgetting something important?

“What’s tomorrow?” Race asked Albert and Rome, finally giving up.

“(Y/N)’s birthday. Did youse forget?” Albert asked, amused.

Racetrack’s eyes widened just as you walked through the door.

“Woah, why’d you guys get so quiet when I walked in?” You ask, looking around at the boys.

No one answered you, but the whispered conversations begun again.

You shake your head and make your way over to Race.

“Hey, why so quiet? Were you talking about me?” You wink, and nudge his elbow.

Race grins nervously.

“Uh, no! Why would we do that? Nah. No way. Nope.” He trips over his words in an attempt to convince you otherwise.

You give him a weird look, and he almost trips trying to push past you.

“Race, what’s up with you this morning?” You ask, clearly concerned.

“NOTHIN!” He yells, running out the door.

You look at Albert, and he shrugs, going back to playing cards with Romeo.

Sighing, you push your hair out of your face and climb up on your bunk.

Meanwhile……

Race ran out the door and lit up a fresh cigar, continuing his pacing outside.

It was a day off for the newsies and so far, Race spent it pacing and thinking.

Well, now smoking, pacing, and thinking.

His cigars usually seemed to calm his nerves, especially around you, but this time it just wasn’t working.

What did he know about getting stuff for birthdays?

Absolutely nothing.

Especially when he had been in love with them for 3 and a half years.

He smoked for a little bit longer, clearing his thoughts.

Back inside…

You had grown bored quite fast, and Racetrack was nowhere to be found.

He was the one you usually went to when you were bored, he always had something fun to do.

Whether it was between climbing on roofs, or getting bread from nearby bakeries, you always had a really nice time when you were with him.

“Hey, Albert?” You leaned over and hung upside down like a bat, your hair falling all around you.

“Yeah?” He doesn’t look up from his cards.

“Where’s Race?”

“Last ise saw ‘im was when he went runnin’ out da door.” Albert replied, not breaking concentration.

Deciding the conversation was going nowhere, you went out to look for him yourself.

You came across a nearby jewelry store, and got distracted from your mission by some shiny necklaces in the window.

The one to the left caught your attention; it was a medium length silver chain, with a dainty dark blue sapphire sitting in the center.

Smiling at the piece, you turned at the sound of the store’s door opening.

Racetrack walked out, putting something small in his pocket, unaware you were watching him.

Once satisfied with the security of the small object, he started on his way and jumped when he saw you standing there.

“Racetrack, there you are! I was looking for you!” You say, running and giving him a high five.

“Ise just went out is alls.” Race said, a nervous edge to his voice.

“Yeah I know. I got bored, so I came to find you so you could entertain me.” You say, leaning against the wall to the side.

Racetrack grinned.

“Entertain youse? Ise don’t recalls bein’ your monkey!” He laughed.

It was around 3 in the afternoon when you two had left the jewelry store.

You were on Racetrack’s shoulders, getting a bird's eye view of the racetrack for him.

“Remind me, what happened to your betting money?” You asked.

He always had money for betting.

There was a secret stash underneath his bed, where he kept his cigars and money.

“Ise needed it for somethin.” He said, distantly.

“Well, horse #6 is in the lead.”

He let you down, and offered his arm.

You gave him a funny look, confused as to why he offered it to you.

“Ise see ladies takin’ a man’s arm all da time!” He replied, shrugging.

You smile, and blush a little.

Taking up his offer, you take his arm, and strut through the streets of Manhattan.

It’s now nearing 7 o’clock, and the sun is beginning to set.

“We’se should be gettin’ back.” Race said, glancing at the clock behind him.

You both started running back and made it to the lodge, narrowly avoiding the bulls.

The next day….

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY (Y/N)!” Racetrack yells in your face, already dressed, with an unlit cigar between his middle and index fingers.

You groan and roll over, wanting a few more minutes sleep.

“Come on, it’s your birthday!” He whined, poking you.

“Happy birthday!” Albert yelled from across the lodge.

There was a chorus of happy birthday’s from around the room.

There was no way you were going to be able to sleep a little longer, so you sat up and rubbed your eyes; stretching and prepping for the day.

“Alright, (Y/N), we has a surprise for youse!” Crutchie said, grinning softly.

You narrow your eyes and look around.

Every boy has a huge grin on their faces.

Albert rustles under his bed for a solid minute, then pulls out a little cake that read;

“Happy birthday to our favorite girlsie!”

Tears came to your eyes as you squeezed the hell out of Albert in a hug.

“All the boy pitched in!” Racetrack said from behind you.

You hugged every boy, thanking them profusely.

For the first time since you left home, you enjoyed a huge mouthful of cake, and the company of your best friends.

You all sat back and enjoyed the cake, the most luxorious item any of you had in months.

Or so you thought.

You got dressed and finished tucking your hair away when Race appeared at your side.

“Youse ready?” He asked, cigar in his mouth.

You nodded and he followed behind you, heading out to your favorite selling spot; by the racetrack.

It was mid afternoon, and business was slow.

The perfect opportunity.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Race said, breaking the comfortable quiet of the afternoon. “Ise got youse somethin’.” He said, hiding something behind his back.

You blush a little, but smile.

He hands you the box, and watches your reaction as you open it.

It was a silver necklace with a medium sized dark blue sapphire pendant in the center.

The exact one you were admiring in the shop today.

“Racetrack… It’s beautiful…. Did you spend your life savings to get this?” You asked, worried.

You never would want him to lose anything for you.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s worth it for youse.” He says, taking it from you gently and going behind you, putting it on for you.

Once it’s secured, you turn, and smash your lips onto his, without a moment’s hesitation.

You deepen it by pressing your body against his, smiling into the kiss.

The cigar he had smoked hours ago was still on his breath, in between the mintiness of his toothpaste and the cake from this morning.

You slowly pull away to breathe, feeling your face growing hot.

“I-i’m sorry, I-i-” Before you can finish, Race shakes his head, and pulls you in for another kiss, this one even sweeter than the first.

[queen-of-the-crows]

11 Questions Tag

Okay so I was tagged by like 5 different people and I'm just gonna answer all in one post cause that's the easiest way to do it. Huge thank you to all my loves who tagged me in this @annorarutherford @heraldofwho @sassylavellen @enchantment1385 (twice :P) @elevanetheirin :)

Buckle up cause this is gonna be a long ride!

@annorarutherford questions

1. Biggest fear? Feeling like I've done nothing with my life and that I've been a failure

2. Favorite flower/plant? I'm not a nature person, that's just not my thing but a black rose

3. Are you close to your family? Sorta, some of them anyway, depends on alot honestly

4. Your deepest wish? Not to be rich but to be able to pay all my bills and still have a good amount of money left over to save and buy fun stuff

5. What's something that always calms you? No one thing always works, it depends on why I'm not calm. Video games work often, some times reading, sometimes writing, sometimes drinking

6. Some movies you love? Love this question! Jaws, Jurassic Park series, Alien series, Beauty and the Beast, Dracula, The Crow, and many others

7. Guilty pleasure song? I'm not really ashamed of anything I listen to but alot of people judge me for loving Fall Out Boy so I'll say anything by them, I have an entire playlist

8. Favorite weird smell? Professional hair color, I fucking love it. Also the green soap they use in tattoo shops

9. Game that has changed your life and how? Dragon Age. It introduced me to my love of gaming and are me fall in love with Thedas and the characters

10. Someone(s) on Tumblr you really admire/like? All my usual lovelies of course @annorarutherford @a-shakespearean-in-paris @sassylavellen @enchantment1385 @aban-asaara @heraldofwho also love seeing posts from @jawsandbones @andrastini @fyeahfenrisxfhawke @laraslandlockedblues @nevertrustamage and others

11. Worst personality traits someone can have? Always down on themselves, put down everyone around them, bad hygiene! (Not a personality trait but seriously bathe), being insanely cocky and thinking they can get whoever they want

@heraldofwho questions

1. When you get butterflies in your stomach what color are they? Blues and purples

2. If spiders could talk what would their voices sound like? I think they'd sound alot like Flemeth

3. How do you like your coffee or tea? In the trash lol I hate them both

4. If you could learn any language instantly, which one would you choose? Oh man, there's so many cool ones. Probably Russian, I love the sound of it

5. If they made a DA/ME film or series about YOUR protagonist- which OC would you choose and who should play them? Oh shit, I love them all so much!!! Probably Clea cause I think her and Zevran's story would be the most interesting. I would cast Megan Fox as Clea, she's my face claim for her and she plays a pretty good badass.

6. What change the nature of a person? Anything really depending on the person, death seems to be a big one, break ups, being broken

7. What musical instrument do you play? What instrument would you like to learn? I play piano and I sing. I'd like to have a piano so I can practice more but I wanna learn guitar also

8. Pick any aspect of your life or personality and choose a theme song for it. You Call Me A Bitch Like Its A Bad Thing by Halestorm because I'm very much fuck you and your opinions of me, i don't find being called a bitch insulting

9. Can you cook or bake? What's your speciality? I love baking and I can cook too. Cakes are my favorite thing to make

10. Got any dead crushes? Heath Ledger, Brandon Lee, Paul Walker, and Gary Oldman (I mean him in Dracula is to die for)

11. What is your quirkiest hobby or interest? I don't have many so probably writing fanfic

@sassylavellen questions

1. Do you have a favorite soundtrack from a movie or video game? Oh yes, Queen of the Damned. Best soundtrack ever created

2. What was the first video game you remember playing? Either Super Smash Bros or Mario Kart way back on Game Cube

3. If you could have any kind of food right now what would it be? Chocolate cake or Panda Express, maybe both

4. Are you a good cook? Oh yes

5. Do you have or want any exotic pets? I would love to have an iguana. Snakes are cool too

6. What fictional character would you love to be friends with? Oh so many, strictly friends with no somatic interest: Dorian, Varric, Cassandra, Shale, Charlie from Supernatural, The Doctor, Lisbeth Salandar, and Scout Harding

7. If you could have any superpower what would it be? Telekinesis and mind control

8. What movie could you watch and enjoy every single time? So many. Jurassic Park, Jurassic World, and Big Hero 6 are probably my tops though

9. Favorite color combinations? Black crimson and white, black grey and blue, black and deep purple, basically dark combinations

10. When you play games do you use armor sets that have good stats but looks bad or armor that looks good with bad stats? Definitely looks good with bad stats but I keep the ugly with good stats to change into for particularly challenging encounters. I love the story aspect of games and put so much time into my characters I like them to look good

11. Favorite genre of music? Rock and metal. KoRn and Rob Zombie are my absolute favorites if that helps explain it

@enchantment1385 first set of questions

1. Favorite fandom and why? Dragon Age. Best game series ever, the characters, the play through, the environment, the choices, the romance. And the people I interact with here are amazing

2. What's your Pokemon team? I played Black 2 so my favorite team was Zoroark, Arcanine, Banette, Lapras, Hydreigon, and Virizion

3. Favorite team in Dragon Age or Mass Effect? Depends on my class honestly but my favorite is dual weapon rogue so I'll answer for that. Origins- Alistair, Morrigan, either Shale or Zevran. DA2- Fenris, Aveline, either Varric or Anders or Merrill. Inquisition- Cassandra, Dorian, either Cole or Iron Bull

4. Favorite nonBioware game? Dishonored

5. OTP? Alistair and Cousland, Zevran and Mahariel, Fenris and Hawke, Cullen and Lavellan. None DA OTPs Mulder and Scully, Elizabeth Swan and Will Turner, Emma Swan and Captain Hook, Rose Tyler and the 10th Doctor

6. What is your guilty pleasure? I really don't have one that I know. Reading smutty fan fic maybe?

7. A food you can't get enough of? Cheese pizza, mac and cheese, spaghetti

8. What can you see right now? I'm in class so classroom stuff

9. Something I don't know about you? Alot. I'm coloring my hair white, I have a huge Fenris and femhawke in progress back piece, I'm in cosmetology school, I have a tattoo appointment with Sarah Miller

10. Most loved OC and why? As hard as it to choose between all my loves, I choose Clea. She's the most like me or rather I see the most of myself in her and that was an accident. I love her attitude, her sarcasm, her badassness, her relationship with Zevran, her goals, how she carries herself and how she just is.

11. What song is stuck in your head right now? Hold Me Tight Or Don't by Fall Out Boy

@enchantment1385 second set of questions

1. What does your name mean? Do you think the meaning is anything like you? Like our usernames? Queen of the Crows is a reference to Clea who takes over the Antivan Crows with Zevran and they do some reforming of the guild. She's one of the leaders so she's the queen of the Antivan Crows, hence queen of the Crows. Is that anything like me? Well I mean she's my OC and I'm alot like her so I would hope to be that badass if I was in Thedas.

2. First celebrity crush? Max Thieriot, he's still good looking too

3. If you could live in one fictional world, which one would you choose and why? Come on love, guess :P lol definitely Thedas. Learn archery and dual wield, find one of my favorite romances and fall in love. Oh yes! Second choice would be Westoros provided I could be with Jon Snow of course

4. Why did the chicken cross the road? His life bored him and he needed change

5. You can have one superpower, what do you choose? Answered this already but since this says only 1 I choose telekinesis

6. Biggest pet peeve? When people can't do simple things

7. 1 fictional character you would meet for a day if you could? Hmmmm I wanna meet alot. If I only have a day I think I'd choose Iron Bull, I'd be in for an adventure all day

8. First game you ever completed? Dishonored

9. Which class in game do you enjoy playing the most? Definitely rogue. Idk what it is but I love rogues especially dual weapon although I've recently gotten into playing archery as well

10. Favorite fictional villain and why? I love Maleficient. She turns into a fucking Dragon and is bitter for not being invited to a party. And the movie really goes into depth about how she became how she was and it shows that good people can be broken so badly they become bitter heartless and evil

11. Creepiest experience? I'm not really sure, I try to avoid that sort of thing. I've been hit on by creepy weirdos though

@elevanetheirin questions

1. Coffee or tea? I hate them both. I'm a soda junkie though and love energy drinks

2. What is your favorite book or book series? I have a few. Dracula (this is my all time favorite), A Song of Ice and Fire by George R R Martin (aka GoT series), Millennium series by Stieg Larsson (Girl with the Dragon Tattoo), Pride and Prejudice, Jane Eyre, and The Meg series by Steve Alten

3. Do you have a hidden talent? Most people don't know I can play piano

4. Who is your favorite author? George R R Martin, Steve Alten, Michael Crichton, Ellen Hopkins, Stieg Larsson

5. Favorite type of cookie? Chocolate chip, I know I'm boring

6. Brotp? Varric and Hawke, Sara Lance and Mick Rory, Meredith Grey and Alex Kerev, Sherlock and Watson, Tony Stark and Bruce Banner

7. Did you have a nickname in school? I've never really had a nickname ever. My love in high school called me his muse cause he's an artist. Lots of classmates called me that weird goth girl cause I was always quiet, very smart, read for fun, and was goth.

8. Do you have resting bitch face? Oh fuck yes I do haha I love it though

9. What makes you smile? Alot. My stupid cats, my boyfriend, my favorite shows and movies, funny gaming videos, video games, reading, SLEEP, FOOD

10. What one thing do you like most about yourself? The fact that I don't give a shit what anyone else thinks about me. Looks wise probably my eyes

11. The best part of your day yesterday? Getting paid so I had money for chicken nuggets

Finished them all!!!! My 11 questions

1. If you could switch places with one fictional character who would it be and why? (Besides your OCs)

2. If you could choose one fictional character to be your love interest forever who would it be and why?

3. Least favorite video game you've ever played?

4. How did you get introduced into the Dragon Age fandom?

5. Which of your OCs is the most like you and how?

6. If you could only watch one genre of movie for the rest of your life which one would you choose?

7. One tattoo you plan on getting someday?

8. Xbox, PlayStation, or PC?

9. Do you have any exes you would take back if they ever asked?

10. Favorite quest in the Dragon Age series?

11. Favorite ship or OTP?

I'm not tagging anyone cause most you already tagged me but if you wanna answer my questions then go for it!

[killanyone4you]

i hate asking people to ask me questions so here are my answers

this was more fun for me then it will be for you

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?  uhh my little brother maybe

2. Are you outgoing or shy? depends on my mood i think.

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?  idk if this counts but i’m seeing the used in july

4. Are you easy to get along with?  yes. usually

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?  i dont drink.

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?  all kinds of people. i dont really have a good answer for this. i’m attracted to people i connect with and that’s what i focus on

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? uhhhh

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?  i cant say or i’ll be heavily judged

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?  no

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?  my best friend.

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?  thank you you da best

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?  like, of all time or just like, that i’ve been listening to recently? ima answer both. so my 5 favorite songs of all time in no particular order are: Something Corporate: Ruthless. Something Corporate: Walking By. Good Charlotte: Screamer. The Outfield: Your Love and Fall Out Boy: Young Volcanoes. my top 5 of all time has changed for sure but that’s it right now. and then as far as songs i’ve been listening to non stop recently also in no particular order: LP: Switchblade (also any LP). Taylor Swift: Gorgeous (also any Taylor Swift).  Post Malone: Sunflower. Selena Gomez: Back to you. I Prevail: My Heart I Surrender. also bonus jonas: any throwback Jo Bro songs and also their new song. anyway that took longer than i expected.

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?  very much

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? no not really. shit happens.

15. What good thing happened this summer?  it’s not summer yet

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?   sure

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?   probs

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?   no haha

19. Do you like bubble baths?   yes. dont trust anyone who doesn’t like bubble baths

20. Do you like your neighbors?  i dont really know them.

21. What are you bad habits?   hating myself? idk i’m a hermit person who hides from the world. annddd that’s probably not the best habit

22. Where would you like to travel?   everywhere

23. Do you have trust issues?   uhhh. i like to think i dont but i probably do

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?  sleep

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?  most of it

26. What do you do when you wake up?   pee

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?   i just wish my skin was even. it’s a mess.

28. Who are you most comfortable around?   my little brother

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?  nope. they ran for the fuckin hills yall

30. Do you ever want to get married?  maybe

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?  yus

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? um... i feel like Will Farrell and Danny McBride could get the job done.

33. Spell your name with your chin. hard pass

34. Do you play sports? What sports?   no sir.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?  tv

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?   uh yeah. probs a million times

37. What do you say during awkward silences?  unintentionally anything and everything that could possibly make the situation more uncomfortable.

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?  to answer this properly i’d have to think about it and i’m really just looking for quick answers here. if someone reads this and truly wants to know send me an ask and i’ll answer for real.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? target, the christmas tree shoppe, barnes and noble, michales.

40. What do you want to do after high school?  lol i’m old af i’ve been out of high school for 10 years yall

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?  no. some people do.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?  i’m uncomfortable or i dont know how to say what i’m thinking.

43. Do you smile at strangers?  yes. all the time and i hate myself for it.

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?  neither pls both of those things are probably my biggest fears of all time.

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?  the need to piss.

46. What are you paranoid about?  losing my job due to illness.

47. Have you ever been high?   yes

48. Have you ever been drunk?   yes

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?  yes

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?  grey

51. Ever wished you were someone else?   yup.

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?   my plethora of mental illnesses. probably. 

53. Favourite makeup brand?  i dont wear makeup much anymore. i cant say i have a favorite.

54. Favourite store?  the christmas tree shoppe

55. Favourite blog?  does anyone have a favorite blog?

56. Favourite colour?  grey

57. Favourite food?   cheese/

58. Last thing you ate?  ice

59. First thing you ate this morning?  cake.

60. Ever won a competition? For what?  i’ve won writing competitions

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? fighting.

62. Been arrested? For what?  nope/

63. Ever been in love?   i can never tell.

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?   well technically my first kiss was in pre school with a boy called tommy but i’m not sure that counts. my first like, real kiss was at a smashing pumpkins concert and i was kind of seeing this guy who was one of my best friends in middle school and we were in that middle place of like, being really good friends but wanting to see if there was more. so we were there with my best friend and his best friend (who i also had a thing for dont fucking judge me) so i was laying in the grass with my head in his lap listening to one of the opening bands (i wanna say it was fuel but i dont remember) and he texted all the people with our group to ask them to leave so all of a sudden they all walk away and once their gone he leans over me spider man style and kisses me. so to be fair it was also his first kiss but it was really awkward and bad and we didn’t talk at all after, we just went back to watching the show and when my friends all came back i got up and forced them to go to the bathroom with me to tell them what happened and to ask them why they abandoned me. later i found out he was super proud of his “slick moves” and did not in any way pick up on how awkward i felt.

65. Are you hungry right now? nope

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?  i dont really have many of either so eh

67. Facebook or Twitter? facebook. i dont even use twitter.

68. Twitter or Tumblr?  ^^

69. Are you watching tv right now?   i have youtube on my tv playing music videos.

70. Names of your bestfriends?  Jerry

71. Craving something? What?  Mexican food

72. What colour are your towels?  grey

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?  1

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?  no

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?  a few

75. Favourite animal?  elephant

76. What colour is your underwear?  grey and white

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?  vanilla i guess.

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?  raspberry sherbet -

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? black

80. What colour pants?  not wearing pants.

81. Favourite tv show?  Guys Grocery Games

82. Favourite movie?   The Princess Bride or Music and Lyrics or 10 Things I Hate about You

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?  .... this is a dumb fucking question. i shouldn’t even have to say the answer. if you’re in any way questioning the answer dont ever talk to me.

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?  21 Jump Street.

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?  She doesn’t even go here!

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?  Dory

87. First person you talked to today?  my cat

88. Last person you talked to today?  my mother

89. Name a person you hate?   i try not to hate anyone. but i guess it’s safe to say trump

90. Name a person you love?  my baby brother

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?  kind of my mom. always trump

92. In a fight with someone?  nope i dont do that petty shit.

93. How many sweatpants do you have? i’m not sure any of my pants qualify as sweat pants. i have a lot of leggings and pajama pants.

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?  a shit ton. 20 or 30. i dont really know.

95. Last movie you watched? i watched most of infinity war earlier because i was bored but i stopped about halfway thru to go masturbate. which wasn’t a result of the movie i was just horny

96. Favourite actress?  i dont really have one so i’m going to say Millie Bobby Brown because she’s a sweet baby angel

97. Favourite actor? i also dont have one but Paul Rudd is always on my mind so.

98. Do you tan a lot? no yall i’m sickly white all year round.

99. Have any pets? i have a chonky boi Pogue the black cat

100. How are you feeling?  quite indifferent rn actually.

101. Do you type fast?   i guess.

102. Do you regret anything from your past?   many things

103. Can you spell well?  nope i spell like shit,

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?  yup

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?  many. love  good bonfire.

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?  i guess.

107. Have you ever been on a horse?   yes i am... born of hillbillies. so. we ride horses.

108. What should you be doing?  dishessssss

109. Is something irritating you right now?   i had plans with my goddamn mother which i partially only made because i wanted her to bring me some things i had mailed to her house and after waiting FIVE HOURS for her to call and tell tell me she was on her wait. she never did so i finally called her and she was like “uhh i said maybe tomorrow.” UGH i wasted half my goddamn day waiting on her ass.

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?  uh yes. it’s awful

111. Do you have trust issues?  you already asked this.

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?  my cat

113. What was your childhood nickname?  i dont think i really had one. my stepmom called me kay.

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?    yes

115. Do you play the Wii?    i never had a wii but i played it with others

116. Are you listening to music right now?   yes. i have a random playlist on youtube playing. rn it’s malibu miley cyrus

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?   with a soda on the side.

118. Do you like Chinese food?  yes. it’s probably my second favorite kind of food.

119. Favourite book?   well all the harry potter books i think would be my favorite but i hate that answer because it’s not specific so my favorite stand alone book is Ella Enchanted.

120. Are you afraid of the dark?  not usually.

121. Are you mean?   yeah sometimes.

122. Is cheating ever okay?   on a partner? no. on other stuff maybe

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?  nope

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?   nope

125. Do you believe in true love?   nope

126. Are you currently bored?  yes. why do you think i’m sitting here answering a hundred and fifty questions for no reason? no one asked for this lol

127. What makes you happy?  sleep. books. my cat. music. driving on the highway at night. food. rollercoasters

128. Would you change your name?  probably. i hate my name.

129. What your zodiac sign? taurus

130. Do you like subway?  yes

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? my best friend of the opposite sex is gay but if it happened i’d ask him if his feelings would somehow cause us to stop being friends and deal with that accordingly

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?  my sister in law.

133. Favourite lyrics right now? this is hard because there are a shit ton but i guess the one that’s sticking out the most to me rn is “i have a thought of you for every star in the sky”

134. Can you count to one million? i mean, yeah. but why?

135. Dumbest lie you ever told? yall i’ve told so many lies. but the one that just popped into my head is when i was pretty young i was mad at my older brother for who even knows what so i wrote his name on our front door in his hand writing with sharpie. it worked and he got into a lot of trouble

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?  open. my asshole cat doesn’t allow any doors in my apartment to be closed at any time.

137. How tall are you?  5′5

138. Curly or Straight hair?  weird waves that dont ever look good

139. Brunette or Blonde?  i’m brunette but i dye that shit.

140. Summer or Winter?  winter.

141. Night or Day?  both for different reasons.

142. Favourite month?  i dont have one

143. Are you a vegetarian?  no

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?  dark

145. Tea or Coffee?   both.

146. Was today a good day?  not really.

147. Mars or Snickers?  neither

148. What’s your favourite quote?  god that’s impossible. there’s no chance i could pick only one quote so i’m just going to drop one from the labyrinth because it’s been on my mind and David Bowie is a sex god. “Just fear me, love me, do as i say and i will be your slave.” like. fucking imagine the Goblin King saying that to you? i'd die. fuck me right here pls i'll do anything you say. pls.

149. Do you believe in ghosts? i dont. but i’m willing to be proven wrong

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?  “That’s all right.” said the Stork, who was flying along beside them. “I always like to help anyone in trouble. But i must go now, for my babies are waiting in the nest for me. I hope you will find the Emerald City and that Oz will help you.”

[megamanx1994]

Captain Falcon: The Last Mimeosome Chapter 2

Chapter 2: A Stasis Pod (Disclaimer! I own nothing of Smash Bros or Xenoblade X!) I woke up after another all nighter and headed down to the lab. “Good morning Nicholas,” said Professor Elvin, “Burning the midnight oil again?” “Yeah, sure looks like it,” I said. “You’ll make yourself sick if you keep doing that you know,” said Luna walking down, “So how are things with you and Sakura?” “Pretty good,” I said, “She’s traveling to train up for some martial arts tournament and Daisy’s off for some convention, so looks like I’m on my own.” “Well you got me and Dad,” said Luna. “That’s true,” I said. “It’s a good thing we have you at the labs, because of your healing factor,” said Professor Elvin, “No matter what injury you get, it heals up in a hurry.” “Thanks to you,” I said with a grin. I noticed something under a cover. “What’s that?” I asked. “Just something I’ve been working on,” said Luna. “Is it an upgrade for my armor or more of a….. self project?” I asked. “It’s a little of both,” she answered. I was about to take a peek. “Uh uh,” she said. I got a text from Colleen. It read ‘You free? I could use your help on a mission.’ “It says I should meet her at B.L.A.D.E HQ,” I said. “Need a lift?” asked Luna, “I’m going that way to hand some tools to my friend Alexa.” “Might as well take it,” I said. We made it to Blade HQ. I was helping Luna carry some of her stuff. I was also busy bumping into others. “Sorry,” I said, “Pardon me.” “Watch where you’re going,” said someone. I bumped into a table and their rifle dropped. “Great,” said someone, “Would you be….. careful?” I got a good look at him. It was my old pal Gwin. “Gwin?” I asked. “Nicholas!” he said as he greeted me with a hug, “Oh my god!” “Its been years,” I said. “Come with…. Actually wait right here I’ll be back.” He went to get something. “I’ll see you later Nicholas,” said Luna, “I’ve got a date with the training grounds.” Luna met up with Alexa at the Training Grounds. “So do you have your thing ready?” asked Alexa. “Indeed I do,” said Luna, “Its something I’ve been working on for a while.” “Is it some kind of skell weapon?” asked Alexa. “Its armor,” said Luna. “Aw, lame,” said Alexa. “You’ll be taking that lame back once you see it,” said Luna, “Ta-da!” She took out some kind of watch.  “Um…….” Said Alexa. “Wait for it,” she said. Luna pressed a button. A strange liquid went around her body forming armor. “Holy shit,” said Alexa. “This exo skeleton armor is made from a liquid is known as Labranyum, and is controlled by my brain,” said Luna, “This armor coats around my body while granting me enhanced endurance and strength.” “Shut up,” said Alexa amazed. “Not only that, but in battle the armor also repairs itself,” said Luna, “While allowing me to enter environments that no human could survive in.” “So if its advanced, couldn’t it make you vunerable to it?” asked Alexa. “True, that’s why I made this neuro transmitter,” said Luna, “It means I maintain control of it.” Gwin had something for me. It was a cake. “I made it myself with the help of Irina,” said Gwin. “It looks great,” I said. “Nicholas?” asked Irina, “Hey, how have you been?” She gave me the cousin kiss.  “So where can I find Colleen?” I asked, “I was asked to accompany her on a mission.” The three of us were walking by the combat arena. This is where Blades train and hone their skills. “That bald guy over there is Boze Lowes,” said Gwin, “Just try to stay on his good side.” “He’s one strict dog,” said Irina, “Last guy that ticked him off ended up not being able to sit for months.” “Ouch,” I said. He looked at me. “Nicholas Shay I presume,” he said. I was surprised. “How do you know my name?” I asked. “I know more than just your name son,” he said. “So this is the infamous soldier who took out the Slipknot army,” said a blade soldier, “Not bad, or was it all just luck?” I was looking at a soldier with blonde hair. “Look lady I’m just here to meet my partner Colleen,” I said. “Lady?” asked the soldier. “That’s a dude,” said Gwin. “But what about the hair, and that dress?” I asked. “It’s a Tunic.” “I think Zelda’s gonna win this one,” said another soldier. “My name is Link Jackass,” said Link. “Wait…” I said, “You’re Link as in….. hylian army link?” “That’s right,” said Link, “The one who took down Volga’s army single handedly.” “……..but you’re a runt,” I said. “OH YEAH CAN A RUNT DO THIS?!” he shouted. He grabbed a ball and chain and threw it at me. I quickly evaded. “Now you’re in for it,” said Irina. He got out his sword and started to attack me. I countered with my robotic arm that now had a blade installed. “You wanna get nuts?” I asked, “C’mon, let’s get nuts!” I read his movements to see when the right time was to counter. Link kept coming at me without breaking a sweat. “Not bad,” I said. “I could say the same about you,” said Link. We kept clashing. Link them saw an opening and hit me by the knee. I quickly got back up and did a sweep kick knocking him over. Boze blew his whistle. “A fine example of a fight,” he said with a grin. Colleen saw me. “What’s I miss?” she asked. “A lot,” I said. A white haired woman was behind her. “Who’s the other woman?” I asked. “My name is Elma, leader of the Skeleton Crew,” said Elma, “And you must be Nicholas.” “I am,” I said, “So what’s this mission?” We were all in the debriefing room. Elma’s commander Vandham was briefing us. “We’ve heard rumours that C.H.A.O.S has a hidden base in this area,” he said, “If we can find anything that’s useful we may have a shot at fighting them.” “Looks like S.M.A.S.H isn’t the only group hunting them down,” I said. “That’s right,” said Vandham, “So the mission is simple; go in, find anything useful then get the hell outta there.” “You can count on me,” I said as I transformed into my armor. “Me too,” said Colleen. We were heading to the said location. There weren’t any guards around. “Its gotta be a trap,” I said, “I say we scan around the perimeter and see if anybody is there.” “Good strategy,” said Elma, “No wonder you asked him to come along.” “Well he is my best friend,” said Colleen, “Let’s split up.” “Roger,” I said as I activated my thermal visor. Colleen, Elma and I searched the entire base to make sure there were no guards. “Clear on my end,” I said. “Clear on this end,” said Colleen. Elma was still looking around.”Elma, what’s your position?” asked Colleen. She saw some kind of capsule. “A stasis pod?” she asked. She examined it and saw something inside of it. “Someome must be inside of it,” she said. She pressed a button and the stasis pod started to open. A blue haired boy came out of it. “Looks like you’re still in one piece,” said Elma. The boy started to come out and almost fell. “Careful,” she said as she helped him up. The boy looked at Elma. “I need to ask you something….” He said. “What is it?” asked Elma. “Come closer,” he said. “What?” asked Elma. “……..Will you go skating with me?” he asked. “Um…… yeah,” she said, “Why not?” Colleen and I met Elma at her location. “Did you find anything?” I asked. “This young boy,” said Elma, “He was stuck in this stasis pod.” The young boy was starting to walk better. “It’s a good thing that I found you,” said Elma, “My name’s Elma. You wanna tell me your name?” The young boy tried to think. “What is my name?” he asked, “I…. I don’t know.” “Wait,” I said, “You’ve forgotten who you are?” I asked. “Yeah,” said the boy, “I remember being placed inside this capsule, and everything going dark and then nothing….. I can’t remember a thing past that!” “You can tell us everything later when we’re back at HQ,” I said, “But first you’ll need a weapon.” I gave him an extra rifle. “You’ll also need this for close combat,” said Elma. She gave him a longsword. “These look familiar,” said the boy. We headed back to Blade HQ. “So it looks like the place was abandoned,” said Commander Vandham. “Unfortunately,” I said, “But we did find somebody locked up in it.” Elma showed him the boy we found. “He’s lost his memory, probably from the stasis hangover,” she said, “We told him we would help him rediscover it.” “I see,” he said. The boy was looking at some weapons at a store. “You seem pretty intrigued by what we have here,” said Alexa. She pointed at a laser sword. “That is what we call a photon saber,” said Gwin, “Used by the Galactic Knight class blades. “He can be in your care for now Nicholas,” said Vandham, “Elma can help you.” “As you wish sir,” said Elma. We were walking around Blade HQ. “Wow,” said the boy, “Its so cool how you’re able to cross a sword with lasers to make such a cool weapon.” A few minutes earlier he got a facial tattoo of a cross on his face. It was a pretty nice touch, and gave me an idea of what to call him. “If you say so,” I said, “How about you come with me and do some errands? Maybe you’ll start to remember something Cross.” “Cross?” he asked. “I gotta call you something don’t I?” I asked, “Like the name?” “Yeah,” he said, “Cross, its great!” “Well let’s head out,” I said, “I gotta deliver some stuff to Dr. Light.” It Comes Back to You from Smoke+Mirrors 4 AM beside myself And what I think of mental health All the things that worry me All the things you don't believe I've been told just what to do Where to look and point my view All the things that I could be I think I learned in therapy Am I just a shadow you drew? It comes back to you, it comes back to you All the things that you had lost will find their way to you It comes back to you, it comes back to you Looking back into the past and I can see it through We were at Dr. Lights lab delivering some tools. He was repairing the damage did to Guts Man. “Dr. Light?” I asked. He saw us. “Oh hello Nicholas,” he said. Rock and Roll were assisting him. “Nicholas, welcome,” said Roll, “Keeping out of trouble?” “Yeah,” I said. “And who might this young man be?” asked Dr. Light. “This is Cross,” I said, “I’m helping him regain his memories.” It comes back to you, oh, oh [3x] It comes back to you Mocking birds and diamond rings Oh, I have thought of greater things All the things that fly by me All the lives that I could lead Maybe I was born for that Or maybe I was first to last You could call it cowardice But leave me to my studied bliss Am I just a shadow you drew? Cross was looking at the armor. “Amazing right?” asked Rock, “He created all of these.” Dr. Light cleared his throat. “My name’s Thomas Light,” said Dr. Light, “I’m the creator of these robot masters, and of Megaman. “You’re his father then?” asked Cross. “In a sense yes,” he said. I laughed. It comes back to you, it comes back to you All the things that you had lost will find their way to you It comes back to you, it comes back to you Looking back into the past and I can see it through It comes back to you, oh, oh [3x] It comes back to you I then went to visit my friend Madelyn Olivia Alanzi whom I call “Hope”. “Hello Nicholas,” she said, “How are things going?” “Pretty well,” I said, “This is Cross.” “Hi,” said Cross. “Its nice to meet you,” she said. “He’s lost his memories so I promised him I’d help get them back,” I said. “Well if anything is troubling you, please feel free to come to the cathedral,” said Hope, “Its all part of my duty as a mediator to help those who are lost to find their way.” Cross smiled. "Thanks again for the lunch yesterday," I said, "It was delicious." "Even when you're not hungry, you have to remember to eat you know," said Hope.

[ask-a-robot-pilot]

(Chapter 1: The man that walked amongst machines.)

He was covered a forest camouflage hood and cape. In his bag pack there was his B3 Wingman and mastiff and additional ammo for them. Styx was sane but he claims he can hear a voice in his head guide him whenever he needed help. That voice only referred to itself as CP and it would assist styx no matter the action and long as it was not out of it’s capability. On his hip Styx also wore a jump kit. His memory loss took away his wall running skills and limited him to only jumping and double jumping with it as he found he could do. However, this hermit’s life was about to be changed forever this faithful day.

When he walked out of the alleyway he saw a group of civilian shot and killed by a spectre group. They eventually saw him and went into position to target him next, but before they could even fire the first bullet. The whistle of 3 titans falling from the sky above could be heard. One of them was headed on a crash course onto the spectre group. The first one to land was Meat Man. He had started blaring All-star by Smash Mouth the second he landed and didn’t even bother with deploying a shield. He just hit the ground, crushing several spectres before grabbing them, ripping apart and throwing them. Once he finished, he yelled “STAY OUT OF MY SWAMP.” His hatch opened and a pilot with the grappling hook pilot armour jumped out. The mech closed its hatch and did a special handshake and double fist bump with his pilot before looking over at Styx. John looked over his shoulder at him and gestured him over.

Styx’s first action was admiring the titan, such a marvel of engineering. He eventually snapped out of the trance and took out his Mastiff shotgun and B3 wingman revolver out of his bag and holstered them on his back and waist respectively before throwing the bag to the side. Styx then sprinted towards John before stopping at arm length’s distance from him.

Styx: “yesss…sir?”

“Can you shoot, run, and think?” He simply said as he turned to him, his head was shaved but he had a nicely waxed moustache.

“Yes sir!” Styx exclaimed. Styx was a simulacrum a consciousness, either artificial or from a human in a robotic body. Styx’s interface had a stim ability integrated in, allowing him to speed up his actions and reflexes once activated.

“You’re going to get your metal plated ass on top that beefy ass motherfucker over there. You can’t link to him, but you can help assist him by riding on him. Help evacuate any civilians you can and link up with a Northstar Prime with cat paint. To get on top of that Legion Prime without him stomping you like a bug, just yell ‘Ocean Man, take me by the hand, lead me to the land, that you understand’ and he’ll let you on.” He said before hopping back into the Ion Prime. “I’ll tell you my name when you survive this.”

“Understood sir!” Styx said with a soldiers confidence. Styx proceeded to ocean man and loudly sang the magic phrase and as expected ocean man let Styx rodeo him. Styx crouched before engaging his jump kit as the same time he executed the high jump before grabbing onto the titan’s top with finesse and ease. Styx felt like he had done this before but didn’t remember when, his past was a jumble like the static on a television or background radiation in space. Styx then proceed to ask, “so when do we go?”

“We hold position and fight our way up. Get as many evacuated as possible.” The Legion Prime said as he gutted a Ronin that had been cutting apart civilians with the Ronin’s own sword. “The name is Ocean Man. And if you need me, I’ll take you by the hand and lead you to the land that I understand.” “Points noted” Styx said as he hung on while the legion proceed. “It has been 7 days since our previous combat scenario, your combat effectiveness has increased by 10% pilot.” CP’s voice ringed inside Styx’s head.

“CP i need you to tell me how to call of this imc invasion, we can’t continuously keep on evacuating civilians or killing enemies.” Styx pleaded. “I have intercepted incoming imc comms signals. Most of the infantry down here are taking control from a pilot named Justin Barber of the rank captain. Eliminating him may do mighty fine.”

“Alright then CP, give us his nav points.” Ocean man received the nav points from CP but was confused before CP introduced himself as a friendly. “Got it, LETS KILL DA HOE.” Ocean Man said as he began fighting his way towards Justin Barber.

“S-H-I-T” Styx exclaimed as a bullet scraped the side of his head. It was fired from a spectre using the dmr longbow. That impact somehow racked a part of his pain sensors, that overloaded him with memories. That pain he felt just now he felt just now, the same injury on his first mission as a pilot and as a simulacrum. Each memory recovered lead to more memories, Styx recalled his whole life up to now in a span of mere seconds. The militia and his adopted sister and daughter, his teammates, everything. Styx was reawakened. “I’ll TEACH YOU JUSTICE!” Styx roared as he fired his b3 wingman at the spectre, destroying him immediately with a headshot that tore through it’s central motherboard.

In the distance Justin Barber’s Titan could be seen ripping apart a militia Titan before a loud railgun shot blew a chunk out the Titan and sent it fling into a building. A Northstar Prime with cats painted on the front be could be seen chasing after Justin Barber. “Purge Man’s doing is job as always.” “HOLY SHIT!” Styx gasped in awe. He had seen great snipers in his time but purge man’s shot takes the cake and eats it.

However, Justin barber was not done, his silhouette charged out from the smoke the debris caused and proceed to knock purge man down into a submission hold. “Never say never” Justin smirked before engaging his tone’s sonic scream right in front of purge man’s face. “AAAAAAAAAA” the tone screamed as it’s vibrations destroyed most of purge man’s electronics on his surface. Purge man collapsed onto the ground after Justin let him go, he was still alive, his data core was undamaged but serious damage had been done to his surface electronics.

Purge Man fizzled and stood up and shook. “Next you’re going to say ‘WHAT? YOU AND YOUR PILOT SHOULD HAVE DIED!’” “WHAT? YOU AND YOUR PILOT SHOULD HAVE DIED!” Justin barber gasped. “Oh no this is a trap” Justin realised just before ocean man shot 2 power shots at Justin and his tone, one took out his tone’s speaker system disabling his screams and the other was a head straight for his face. The shots sent Justin falling down and crushing his own squad of spectres damaging his tone’s propulsion systems disabling his front and back dashes.

Purge Man flew over and jammed his gun into Justin Barbers titan, blowing a hole into the safe containment of the Titan’s core, causing its reactor become unstable before pulling the gun out just as Meat Man jumped in, the Ion Prime plunged his fist through the cockpit and grabbed Barber and throwing him to the side before firing his laser straight through Barber’s Titan.

Barber’s sonic titan was destroyed. As he landed Styx had already appeared in front of him using his stim. “Who do you work for?” Styx questioned barber. “Ge..general pol…po” Justin answered in fear. “Reason for invading this peaceful city?” Styx questioned smirking. “To..to abduct special civilians for his experiments.” Justin spoke while almost crying like a baby.

“People like them deserved to be punished, that includes you.” Styx chuckled before kicking Justin into a almost settling cement mixture. “AHHH!” Justin yelled as the cement started to harden around him due to Styx activating the concrete settling machine the pool of concrete was in. After a few seconds the cement had fully hardened and Justin was embedded in it like a beautiful carving by an artist.

“Heh, serves him right. Abducting innocents like some kind of alien.” Styx sneered. “A-A-A-aSsHOLe..” Purge Man said, his electronics were still glitching due to the blow from earlier. “That’s going to hurt in the morning.” The Titan said before going to a power saving mode and falling. Ocean Man picked up Purge man and put him on his back.

Meat Man’s eye looked over to Purge Man. “Damn, he needs some milk!”

John then could be heard over the coms. “Not the time, Meat Man.” CP’s voice can then be heard in their comms.

“A better phrase would be “dam he needs some batteries!”“ Styx chuckled, he knew CP was fond of jokes as well. Styx then walked to john before asking. "So what’s your name, mate?”

“John.” The pilot said, looking at Styx. “That’s a manly name, mine’s Styx.” Styx looked around at the rag tag group. “There should be a ship to come pick us up now right?” He puzzled.

“Evac is in 15 minutes. Be patient.” John said before going over to play Rock Paper Scissors with Meat Man. “I owe you a favour today, had it not been you that came and rescued angel city, those imc scum might have abducted all of them.” Styx thanked john before confessing. “I also have to thank you for restoring my memory, i was shot here and presumed dead but i only lost my memories your actions brought them back. I have to thank you for that.”

“I’m not a hero. I’m just doing it because it’s what my brothers would have wanted.” This was half true. “Yep, this is what any brother or sister would have wanted.” Styx huffed as he recalled Alizeh his adopted daughter and Lalah his adopted sister.

“Ocean Man and Purge Man were their Titans. They were separated from their Titans and publicly executed.” “By imc i guess? Always those scum.” Styx growled. “Yes. I was told their Titans would be assigned to new pilots, but I demanded they be synced with me.” “Must be alot of weight on your shoulders linking up to 3 titans like that.” Styx replied awestruck before walking to meat man and discussing memes while the evac came.

“Yo dawg, i heard you like robots so we put a robot inside your robot, so you can beep boop while you beep boop.” Styx chirped.

“WOW.” Exclaimed meat man. “Have you ever heard of that Szechuan sauce McDonalds released in 1998 back when humanity was still stuck in the home system?” Styx questioned. “What….?”

“The one that’s so sweet and spicy it ascends your soul to cloud 9 as you eat.” Styx preached. “That honestly sounds horrible.” “Whelp everyone has their own tastes, tell me about any memes you like the most.” Styx spoke.

“You reposted in the wrong neighbourhood’s pretty good.” “Ah yes so versatile, you could fit into any genre. You know what play that song for me. I have got some moves to bust.” Styx exclaimed. Meat Man began to blare it on his speakers.

“This is what I’m talking about!” Styx cheered as he proceed to perform a dance from a comic book he once read as a kid. John laughed softly.

Eventually evac came and the 2 hopped on board. “You know what? My old friends in the militia told me to build tech and save lives. Angel city seems to need the angels now more than ever…and that’s why i want to join the Angel City Elite.” “You need to say that to the man in charge, not me. It’s not my position to do decide.” “Alright” Styx muttered as the two ships took of. One with the pilots and the other with the titans.

After they meet up with barker, he was genuinely surprised at why a ex militia would have wanted to join the elites but after listening to his reasons barker allowed him a temporary role in the elites before assigning him the most suitable position.

“HA, now I’m an angel city elite” Styx exclaimed gleefully as he left barkers office with a angel city elite badge in his hand that he later pinned onto his vest. John sighed and leaned against the wall, lighting a cigar.

Styx’s video chat suddenly lighted up as Alizeh appeared on the screen. “Thank god you are okay dad, I’ve missed you. But not is not the time for a reunion, big sis lalah has been captured by the imc!” Alizeh cried out. Styx worryingly questioned “Where is she now? Is she okay?”. “She’s being experimented on the moon Astatania which is just in the same solar system as angel city. Please save her.” Alizeh pleaded.

Styx replied with a warrior’s valour. “I will!” but just as the video chat was disconnected.

“Please help me rescue my sister!” Styx fell to the ground pleading john.

“Sure. Why not? It’ll help.” He said putting on his helmet and gesturing for his three Titans to follow him.

“Thank you john, i could not ask for a better friend” Styx said as he stood up.

Elsewhere, In the slums of a city, a lone spectre, wearing a long coat and hugging itself tightly travels through. Passing by alleys and buildings and undesirables, only to come up to a seemingly abandoned warehouse. It bangs on the door with its metal fist three times, jiggles the handle, then bangs on the door the same three times. The door opens and it is lead inside.

“Here again, huh? Let me guess. High priority target in need of a skilled multimech user.”

They move to a barely lit table, the man who spoke sits on one side, his forearms and hands in the light. Long, seemingly slender in the clothes he wears. The hands encased by leather gloves. The spectre lays down a device, and a voice speaks from it.

“Of a sort.”

“Do you have the case?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Give it now, and you already know my terms.”

“Of course.”

The hands, that were once clasped together now rest on the table, as the spectre pulls a case out of its coat and opens it.

“Good… Now where do you need me?”

Meanwhile on planet Astatania, A roar is heard over the prison as a 40 meter long assault ship lands down 'Urban Symphony’ painted across the hull guards stare in awe of the titanic gun ship that they don’t notice the hatch open and Revan step out helmet in hand “Alright ladies stop staring” he smirks as his titan steps out from behind him “Let the real men do their job”.

*TO BE CONTINUED”

——————————————- This chapter is written by @ask-a-robot-pilot , @sweatpants-gramps-the-kensei

( @s-sokuma and @ask-the-pilot-squad tagged cause you showed intrest durring the production of the chapter.)