#i will never stop being mad about wireless shit

[silent-raven13]

Power Trip

"Got me up all night," Hobie sang to himself "All I'm singin' is love songs" He fiddle with his guitar remembering the song he listened with Miles. Some rap song from a famous rapper from the young lad's world, apparently Miles enjoys this J. Cole's music.

Meanwhile, he's here lying on his bed playing on his guitar while singing this tune. His body in a bright shade of pink, he felt flustered about what happen earlier today.

-Few hours ago-

The seventeen year old punker casually walking around Spider Society with a lit cigarette in his mouth, his dark eyes seeing all the Spider-heroes going about their day. It's a busy day like always, this time there is a good amount of Spider-heroes frantically passing by the punker trying to get on their missions.

"Pfft, poor blokes." Hobie grunts to himself at the idea these Spider-heroes are so easily brainwashed into the system. It's ridiculous. He's still surprised after everything happen with Miles and Spot, they would open their eyes with the way Miguel is controlling them.

He took his almost finished cigarette tossing it across the floor just because! Fuck the establishment!

It's such a damn how easily fooled these Spider-heroes are. He wonders why he's still- "Da-Da-dadda Da! Hm-mm MmMm," Hearing someone softly singing to themselves.

"What's dis?" He asked himself knowing that voice. He looks below the edge of the floor to find Miles sitting with legs crossed on an empty space. He had wireless earbuds on and drawing on his sketchbook being on his lap.

Hobie couldn't help himself, he uses his web shooter to launch a web to a high ceiling. Then he launch himself to swing up toward his Sunflower. He hears Miles softly singing, "Would you believe me if I said I'm in love?" The punker tilted his head as he landed on his two feet behind his crush singing about love.

Miles confidently sings, "Baby, I want you to want me!" His singing isn't good, but he does love to sing along being in tune with the song.

Hobie couldn't help but chuckle at the way the sixteen year old rocks his upper body side to side. "Haha," He playfully tap Miles' left shoulder, then he jumps from being startled at the touch.

"Ah!" Miles' Spider sense went frizzy which made the punker use his own Spider sense to calm down him. "Oh shit, man! You scared me!" He had his sketch close to his chest, "Damn, I almost threw my sketchbook!"

Hobie smirks widely, "Hah, I never knew you were a scaredy cat, Sunflower." He went to sit next to Miles' right side. "I heard you singing." Miles took one of his earbuds off to listen to his friend.

"Oh god, you didn't!" Miles' face fell into a massive frown being so embarrassed. "Fuck, I thought I was high enough so no one would hear me! Ughh, this is mad embarrassing, man." He bites his bottom plump lip which got the punker to stare very hard on those lips.

"Nah, luv. You do what you love," Hobie casually said then smirks widely, "no matter if you sound like a screeching cat!"

"UGH, you're such a dick, man!" Miles playfully slap Hobie's arm before laughing at his friend's shady comment.

The punker leans back by the soft hit having to laugh out loud, then his mid-tone magazine paper started to turn slightly pink. "Easy, luv. I'm still sore from last mission."

"Oh pfft, you can't be sore! I was the one that got on that damn bull's back!" His crush scoffs by the mention of their last mission.

The Spider Band had to fight off three massive bull anomalies, which caused Miles riding one and landing in a nasty fall. He can still feel the aches on his sides. Hobie was slammed against a wall from one bull's horns. He was luckily those nasty sharp horns didn't stab him.

"Hey, you seem like you know what you were doing, mate. Riding that bull like it wasn't your first time." Hobie flirted having to imply something very dirty that made his Sunflower's face turned bashful.

"What? Pfft, no! I'm-I-I- that was my first time riding a bull." Miles could feel his cheeks burning up. "Stop being gross!"

"What? I didn't say anything... bad." Hobie smirks widely showing off his teeth, his right eyebrow raised high, "Are you implying something else, Sunflower?"

"No!" Miles lean back seeing Hobie getting close to his face. "Stop it, Hobie."

"What? I'm just lookin', luv."

"You're in my personal space." Miles' heart pound against his chest.

Hobie gave a slight nod, "Alright. Alright. Anyway, what were you listening to?" He took Miles' right earbud to put it close to his ear to hear anything, but there was no sound.

Miles went back to sketching in his sketchbook, "Heh, I paused it, dude. I was listening to J. Cole."

"Who?"

"J. Cole! You don't know who is J. Cole?" Miles asked out loud with his doe eyes widen.

"Mate, I know Sex Pistol... that's music." Hobie added

"Oh wait, my bad... you're on a different timeline. Um, in my world there's this famous rapper named J. Cole. His stuff is pretty good." He went on his Spotify to rewind the song he was listening to, "Here." His hand went to touch Hobie's hand making the punker's body turned bright pink. The slight touch of his Sunflower felt so beautifully warm and soft.

Miles's hand lightly took his earbud from Hobie's hand then put it in the punker's right ear. The Punker nuzzle against Miles' warm hand feeling it on his cheek. the two sitting closer now. Miles gently massage the punker's cheek, "Your like a cat."

"Oh yeah?" Hobie nuzzles some more, "Like this?"

"Hahaha, yeah." Miles giggles before scooting closer to Hobie's space. This time he's being bold wanting to feel the punker, to smell that musky, cigarette and cologne on him. Miles never liked the smell of cigarettes, but with Hobie, it smelled so good on him. It comforts the sixteen year old. "Hear this." He plays the song from his Smartphone.

Hobie placed his arm around Miles' narrow shoulders pulling him close. This time he's also being bold. He wanted to smell Miles' sweet mango tropical Shea Butter, and sweet vanilla scent. He always wonder why he smell so good, so sweet and a bit woody spice to it.

"Got me up all night. All I'm singin' is love songs" The song plays making Hobie's eyes focus on Miles, who's bobbing his head at the song. "She got me up all night. Constant drinkin' and love songs..."

Miles snuggle his body close against the punker while swaying himself as he sing along, "She got me up all night..." Hobie admiring lovingly at his Sunflower's soft singing, "Down and out with these love songs..."

"She got me up all night. Drownin' out with these love songs," The song plays while Hobie made his first move to lift Miles' chin up.

"Hmm? What's up?" Miles innocently asked.

Hobie slowly got close enough to Miles' lips, so close that his lower lip gently tap against Miles' bottom lip. Then he quickly pulled away being a coward. No, he can't. Miles is his friend. "Nuthin' luv."

The young Spider-man pouts, "Oh..." He expected a kid, he felt so prepare with his eyes being closed and waiting for the magic. Damn.... Oh well, Miles lay his head on Hobie's chest while drawing.

The two sat in silence while listening to Miles' playlist. Hobie's hand covering his lower mouth still kicking himself for backing out on that kiss.

"Would you believe me if I said I'm in love?" Hobie mentally sang along to the song, he didn't think he would like it so much. Especially when his Sunflower is in his arms, "Baby, I want you to want me!"

Miles glanced up to find his crush lost in his thought, he decided to be bold. He wants that kiss! "Hobie."

"Hmm?" The punker's dark eyes snapped at the teenager Spider-man turning his body to be on his knees.

"Can you closed your eyes for a moment, please?" Miles innocently asked.

The punker did as he's told. The only person who can make him listen and follow instructions. He trusts his Sunflower. In mere darkness, he felt Miles' warm hands cupping his define jawline.

"What are you planning, Sunflower?"

"Just a little surprise... no peaking." Miles' voice rings his ears, his hands made his punker lean his head back to face toward him.

The young Spider-man took another sharp inhale. Alright, here it goes! He lean forward to plant his lips onto Hobie's full black painted lips.

The punker felt soft lips with the taste of honey, and berries. Wait, lips? His eyes snap wide open to find Miles kissing him. His whole body froze, the colors on his body quickly shifts into multiple rainbow colors, then blooming into Sunflowers and hearts images with bright pink colors. Then guitars rocking symbols pop out when he felt Miles deepening his kiss by adding a bit of tongue.

Such a sexy move. It made Hobie shudder with delight. His arms tightly wraps around his Sunflower's waist, then straight his posture to continue their kisses. His own mouth did the work too.

"Mmm!" Miles softly let out a moan.

Ohh, this new. Hobie felt his own body hot, his tongue flap against his Miles' tongue. "Mmm." He let out a low purr.

"Hmphhemph," Miles gave out a throaty chuckle, before his eyes slowly open to find Hobie's eyes meeting him. He slowly pulled away from his mouth. "Hobie, you promise!"

He felt so embarrassed.

Hobie lick his lips knowing his lipstick is a mess by the way Miles' lips were stained. "I wanted to see you, luv."

"Hmph!" Miles huffs.

"Don't be like that, darling. You kiss so beautifully."

"You're just trying to get another from me." Miles pouts at his crush.

Hobie snuggles against his Sunflower, "And? Why would that be bad?" He made Miles look at him, "Hmm?"

"It's not."

"Then? I would like another, luv."

Miles giggles before lifting his crush's face to lean in another kiss, his phone rang out loud. "Oh shit, I... I gotta go. I have to be home before my mom gets back. Maybe next time." He give Hobie a quick peck on the lips before gathering his sketchbook and backpack to rush off.

Hobie's body still pink from the kiss as he watched his Sunflower opening a portal to go back home.

-present-

"He got me open all night" Hobie sang out loud as he sat outside on the roof of his boat house, "All I'm singin' is love songs..." He stood daze thinking about that kiss. That delicious, addictive kiss.

[ronalddear]

Experiment.

hey! this is a little one-shot into some DH tent angst (really doesn't get better than that) this is my first time writing any fanfiction at all so bear in mind that this is very armature.

I've been thinking about this idea for a couple months now and it's officially my headcannon replacement for the Harry-Hermione dance scene in DH, which i'm not the biggest fan of. I've already rambled on a bit but please feel free to reblog and comment your opinions and possible improvements!

The ground was inexplicably hard where Ron stood, the canvas tent behind him violently thrashing through the harsh night wind. Perhaps his thin shoes were wearing out after years of being hand-me downs, or months of endless use while they aimlessly trudged around Britain.

Ron knew though, that he was just tired. He didn't know how his shoulders managed to sag with exhaustion while remaining tense in discomfort but that's how he's been since he woke up in that god-forsaken tent.

He checked and re-enforced the wards, something that he was insanely adamant about after returning, paranoia finally setting in. It was constant at this point, hunger had become somewhat familiar and his fingertips were always a faint purple.

Not that he was complaining, he had Harry and Hermione within arms and ears reach now and he could not possibly ask for anything more.

"Ron! Dinner!", Harry's voice rang through his ears, disrupting his thoughts.

Shit. He had done it. He wasn't aware how long he had been wallowing outside and he was sure the porridge he had taken his time making for the three of them had overcooked on the stove.

He could picture Hermione's look of disdain clearly and cursed himself, not wanting her to get more mad at him but also acknowledging how he had wasted their already near non-existent supply of food.

"Merlin, I'm sorry! I'll try and find something else to-" he began with pace and halted halfway through.

Harry stood expectantly in the tiny living room area in front of Hermione who was neatly sat on their tiny couch. Harry's hands were raised excitedly yet awkwardly in an 'L" shape gesturing towards the worn table where Hermione's books usually lived.

Except there was a small space cleared, and it was occupying a small plate which had about 4 stacks of bread, with jam doused in-between and on top, with the wand that he had given Harry stabbed in the middle, a tiny flame at its tip.

Bloody hell it was a birthday cake.

"My birthday already?" he mumbled, still in awe of the poorly presented but beautiful stack in front of him.

"Well-"

'It was yesterday, I checked the calendar this morning." Hermione cut Harry off shortly, her eyes shamefully anywhere but Ron.

"Oh" he said, wishing so desperately that she would just look at him.

"Come on then mate, make your wish, because I'm not bloody singing" Harry encouraged, his eyes shining fondly at Ron.

With a soft chuckle, he sat on the ground at the table, feeling Harry follow next to him. He blew out the 'candle' softly, not even thinking about his wish, there were simply too many.

Harry gave a low whoop and reached over Ron with a knife and fork and haphazardly cut the cake into thirds.

When Hermione's eyes finally reached his, because yes, he had not taken his eyes off her, his stomach gave a jolt and a small smile graced his lips. Her lips however were still set in the line that she had been giving him for the past couple weeks but her eyes were so gentle and loving, almost unwillingly so, as if she was trying so very hard to be mad. After Harry hurriedly plated their shares and they began eating, a small lump began forming in Ron's throat. He willed himself not to cry, it was just sodding jam soaked toast after all.

He looked up at his two best friends as they ate, observing as Harry scarfed down his portion and as Hermione ate slowly, taking sips of her weak tea in between, knowing it was far too sweet for her taste.

"Wish we could have given you a gift." she said so softly, that he had taken a few seconds to register that she said anything at all.

Her eyes were still on her plate.

"Don't need one", he murmured, hoping that he sounded earnest enough that it could translate how very thankful he was.

"Really?! You sure?", Harry said, and Ron swore for a second that it was eleven year old Harry speaking to him. It was evident that the boy was prone to sugar rushes, even if it was a tablespoon of old jam.

"I have all I need.", he said, voice steadier this time, flashing a grateful smile at him, which was returned.

"Really? Not even a special birthday snog Ron? Because if you want I'll do it again-"

"Harry I'm fine! Merlin's Beard!', Ron interrupted Harry's rushed teasing with loud laughter, Harry's roaring laugh following close behind.

"Wait what do you mean again?" Hermione chanced at Harry, her eyebrows furrowed inquisitively and mouth adorably agape.

Breaking their giggling fit, they both turned towards her , eyes widening at the exact same time. It was then Ron realized that there was soft music playing, presumably from the wireless that was on the table. Has it always been on?

'Nothing don't worry."

"Nothing!"

Harry had followed Ron with the most non-convincing 'nothing' he had ever heard. Sensing what was about to happen, he suddenly felt the strongest urge to slap Harry on the back of his head.

"No no, you said again" Hemione retaliated, her eyes wide as ever, it was the most lively Ron had seen her for months.

"It was once in fourth year!"

'Don't worry about it Hermione, it's fine."

Ron's head snapped toward Harry cursing the stupid sugar in the stupid jam that apparently made Harry, quite frankly, very stupid.

"Wait wait! what?!" Hermione was energetic now and had fully swiveled to face them both.

Realizing that he physically could not lie to Hermione straight to her face, he accepted his fate and both boys began rambling at the same time, Harry excitedly, Ron bracingly.

"Look after the Yule ball-"

"This is rather depressing actually-"

"Shut up Ron, you liked it."

"I don't recall saying I didn't-"

'Anyway, after the shit-show that was the ball, y'know, we wanted to see if-"

"Oh my god I can't believe we're actually- We said we wouldn't tell anyone!"

"Bit late now Ron, anyway, we wanted to-'

"To see if what?!" Hermione gaped at them both, she was clearly teasing now, after seeing Harry's frantic (and hand waving heavy) storytelling and Ron's hair to toe blush.

"Just experimenting-"

"Just for fun!" Harry interjected.

They turned towards each other, eyes wide and then proceeded to practically scream at Hermione.

"Just for fun!'

Just experimenting!"

Great. Now they've switched excuses.

Hermione burst into loud laughter, after much suppression. It was, by far, the most beautiful sound Ron had ever heard and he wished for it to never stop.

This unfortunately, did not halt his maroon blush or the clearly embarrassed look on his face, which made her laugh even more. The second he took a glance at Harry and their eyes met they erupted into an uncontrollable fit of giggles, Harry doubling over and Ron throwing his head back. Drunk on laughter perhaps, Harry leaned over to the wireless and increased the volume, a slow yet rhythmic song filled the small tent.

"Let's have a ball yeah? Like last time?' Harry said, eyebrows wiggling suggestively on the last part, causing Ron to start laughing again, completely red faced.

Hermione struggled to breathe giggling as she looked on at them clearly trying to ballroom dance and failing miserably. The form was so bad no one was sure who was leading at this point, Ron's shoulders much too stiff and Harry's hands much too loose around Ron's waist. They were jumping around madly in the tent laughing harder than ever. Hermione managed to tease once more through gasping breaths,

"Should I leave before you start snogging or-"

"Oh shut up you!", Harry exclaimed, accompanied by a rude hand gesture and Ron simply stared at her and grinned.

'Come join us then', Ron said, holding out his hand for her.

She pretended to think for a moment before getting up, the thin blanket around her laid forgotten on the couch. They rotated for a couple moments, Hermione taking turns in being spun by Harry and Ron, all three of them a giggling mess, their threadbare socks squeaking on the wood floors.

Ron and Harry began a much too rough slow dance once more and Hermione was lightly swaying on her own before standing behind Ron, wrapping her arms around his stomach and tiptoeing her furthest, her nose barely reaching his shoulder. Effectively sandwiched between the pair of them, Ron was thrashing widely in attempts to throw them all off balance, cheeks impossibly red. The lump that was in his throat earlier had developed into free flowing tears and sniffles and he didn't care to stop them.

It didn't bother him because he knew he saw Harry's watering eyes and wobbly smile and felt Hermione's soft sobs through her giggles.

It was definitely the sugar or perhaps the sheer sadness of it all but for a moment they were still children who didn't have any worries or wars to fight on their own. Hermione nuzzled into Ron's back, still giggling, and placed a shy but firm kiss on his jumper-clad shoulder. He reached behind him for her hand and gently pulled her to the front, now spinning both Harry and Hermione, his heart glowing with joy. He tugged her towards him and gave a soft, chaste kiss to her hairline. Now both giggling, they seized Harry and planted two very hard kisses on his cheeks from behind, startling him enough to let out a disgusted squeak and he roared with laughter as he wiped his face on his jacket.

It was insanely messy but it was perfect. So perfect that Ron didn't care that in the morning he would have to second guess if Hermione was even close to forgiving him or that Harry would brood all day about the Hallows and be distant from them both, a war on their shoulders. He was with the two people he loved the most and for that he was thankful.

[burberryfaerie]

If Tonks had a younger sibling Pt 4 :

Pairings : Cedric diggory x gryffindor!reader

Warnings : Angst, fluff, character death, torture, crying, swearing, a war basically, possible spelling mistakes

A/N : In case if you're asking, yes i was crying during writing this.

Tags: @loveitsonlyforthebrave ❤️

Hermione apparates you to a place called Tottenham Court Road.

“The heck is a cappuccino? Is it better than butterbeer?”

Your ring suddenly rings violently and you can't understand why?

Dolohov and Rowle rudely interrupt your thoughts.

Going to Grimmauld place knowing damn well you're being followed.

Arthur Weasley's patronus reassuring that everyone is okay.

Remus's unlikely visit.

Muggle-borns are targeted by the ministry.

Your father and best friend are targeted.

Dora's pregnant.

You'll have your own niece / nephew.

But he wants to leave her.

“Me and my family went through shit Remus, and I won't let you break my sister's heart.”

Hating Remus with every inch of you.

Because how dare he breaks Dora's heart.

Kreacher's tale.

Regulus died as a good person who lived beneath the shadows of his prejudiced family.

The locket is with umbridge.

well, fuck

You know what's fucker?

Snape is headmaster

“WHAT ABOUT MINNIE?”

“who the heck are the carrows?”

Going to the ministry after drinking polyjuice potion and morphing in your case.

"Magic is might"

Seeing 'Umbitch'

Harry stupefying umbitch.

Escaping the ministry before Yaxley gets hold of you.

Apparating to a mysterious place.

A forest apparently.

Ron's splinched.

Hermione's protection spells.

“How do you have time to learn all this stuff? Last time I checked we go to the same school,”

“Last time I checked you don't study a word.”

Taking turns in wearing the locket since you can't destroy it.

Feeling so cruel once it rests around your neck.

It's a part of voldemort's soul afterall.

Ron leaving three months later.

Crying your eyes out every night because you miss your best friend so much it hurts.

Same thing with Hermione.

“Why haven't you told him Mione?”

“Tell him what?”

“That you love him”

You give her a knowing look, she returns it with the faintest of smiles.

Going to Godric's Hollow.

Looking at the statue of Lily, James amd baby Harry with sadness and awe.

They were too young to die.

Too innocent to die.

You visit their grave.

You smiled because you suddenly felt their presence, two warm souls watching over you.

Bathilda Bagshot.

Fuck that's a snake.

Voldy is here and he was about to murder the three of you right before you apparated.

Fast forward when Ron returns.

You're so. bloody mad at him but can't help it and pull him into a hug.

“You're such an idiot, Ronald Billius Weasley.”

Hermione's so mad too but you know damn well she still loves him.

Ron and Harry telling the events of last night, first horcrux is destroyed, wohoo.

Visiting Xenophilious Lovegood.

The deathly hallows and the tale of the three brothers.

Luna's painting of you, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny and her.

“She's so precious.” you think.

Xenophilious's betrayal.

Hermione wiping the fuck outta his memories.

fast forward a couple of days later.

listening to potterwatch. the norm.

lee jordan's voice

“Let's take a moment to report those deaths that the Wizarding Wireless Network  and Daily Prophet don't think important enough to mention. It is with great regret that we inform our listeners of the murders of Ted Tonks and Dirk Cresswell.”

Feeling the worst heartache you've ever felt.

feeling as if every muscle, every cell in your body stopped functioning.

“No”

he can't die.

he was always okay. he can't just die.

he's expecting a grandchild. he can't just go.

The trio rushing to hug you.

Harry not able to meet your eyes.

“I'm so sorry” Hermione sobs into your neck.

You don't cry.

You can't cry.

You just sit there, feeling emptiness.

You suddenly get up, shoving everything in your way.

Ron holding you back.

"it's okay, I'm here” he reassures you.

You letting out a heart-wrenching scream that came out from god knows where.

Thank god Hermione has protection spells.

The trio tuck you into bed, making sure you were asleep.

You slept almost instantly, dreaming of your father who speaks to you.

“I'm always here, watching over you. Don't give up sweetheart, fight for your mom, dora, Remus and Cedric.”

“How'd you know about Cedric? ”

“I knew all along” he smiled

Waking up feeling slightly better the next day.

Fast forward when the snatches caught you.

Taken to Malfoy Manor

Bellatrix torturing you and craving "traitor" on your arm.

She also tries to slit your throat.

“You know? I want to murder you so badly, so you'd end up like your mudblood father, but I'll torture you, unril you beg for mercy.”

Literally screaming throughout the whole process.

“I know about Diggory, he's quite of a traitor, but his blood is pure, he won't want a filthy half-blood traitor like you with him.”

“SHUT UP, YOU DON'T KNOW HIM, SHUT U—”

being cut of with her dagger cutting your skin.

she moves on to Hermione next while you watch helplessly.

Dobby, Harry and Ron save you two.

Apparating to shell cottage.

You spot a small, weak figure in the distance.

You try reaching out for it, but you're too weak.

You loose consciousness in Ron's arms.

Next thing you knew you were in a room, Fleur watching over you.

Learning that Dobby's lost his life.

Feeling so weak.

Remus visits.

Little Teddy is born!!!

Can't help but feel so happy and hugging Remus, forgetting about all the drama.

Harry's Teddy's godfather.

yay

Gringotts

You hide under Harry's cloak.

You get caught.

Robbing Bellatrix's vault.

Getting the horcrux and giving griphook the sword.

Aaaaaand Griphook betrays you.

Escaping on a dragon.

Basically having to head to hogwarts.

To get the horcrux.

Hogsmeade at Abeforth Dumbledore.

Ariana Dumbledore's portrait.

NEVILLLEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Him looking terrible yet dashing at the same time.

From your conversation, you concluded that the carrows and Snape are absolute assholes.

Reuniting with all your friends!

Harry goes to Ravenclaw tower with Luna.

The order is here .

Cedric spots you.

He literally just picks you up and kisses you.

infront of everyone basically.

including the adults.

feeling sorta awkward but you don't care.

“YOU ESCAPED GRINGOTTS ON A DRAGON?!! DAMN IT LOVE HOW CRAZY CAN YOU GET?!!! ”

Harry interrupts your adorable moment.

Voldemort wants Harry.

“Potter's right here! someone grab him”

yeah of course, pugface parkinson.

literally everyone jumping in to defend Harry.

The battle has started.

You seeing Dora and running to hug her.

“MY BRAVE SISTER!” she shouts.

“Once we're outta here, we're spoiling Teddy with every inch of me.”

“I kinda approve though”

Duelling multiple death eaters.

Including Dolohov, Rookwood, Rabstan Lestrange.

Saving Malfoy's arse from the flames in the room of requirement.

Going to the shrieking shack to face Voldemort.

Snape's dead.

He's acting weird all of a sudden.

Voldemort wants Harry to meet him in the forbidden forest.

The chaos has calmed down.

You enter the great hall.

Your eyes roam around the room to find the redheads huddled together, the Diggorys, somewhat crying?

You take a closer look, seeing what they're all mourning.

You shake your head in disbelief.

Remus and Dora?

Your sister?

Your soulmate?

They just had a baby.

You felt Fred and George hug you, Hermione and Ginny hugging eachother.

You kneel down.

Your world is crushing.

They're dead but they look so peaceful.

You hugged Dora.

Ever so tightly.

The last time you'll ever hug her.

You wished you can turn the clock back, to listen to to weird sisters together, to giggle behind the Malfoys back together, to annoy your mother together.

Perhaps you could've been able to save her.

You rest your head on her chest.

Muffled voices of everyone else speaking were in the background.

But you didn't care.

You let out a cry, a small one.

You let out a slightly louder one.

You felt your chest tighten, your stomach churn, you felt your eyes twitch underneath your lids.

You heard Cedric's comforting voice.

“Shhhhhh.. I got you love”

But his words are not comforting you.

You just lay there on Dora's chest.

By that, you knew your hair will never turn pink again.

You don't know how many minutes or hours had passed by.

You heard the familiar snake-like vouce of Lord Voldemort.

“Harry Potter is dead He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle, now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live, and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together.”

You slightly lift your head.

The great hall was deadly silent.

You were sure he was lying.

You slowly walked up, holding hands with Ron and Hermione, exiting the great hall.

Voldemort and his army stood and your eyes spotted Hagrid.

He was carrying someone.

It was Harry.

Your body can't lift you anymore.

Mconagall let out a terrible scream followed by yours , Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Cedric's then everyone else.

Neville standing up to Voldemort.

He- he killed the snAKE??!!!

You just watchung Neville like a proud mom.

Cahos erupts once more.

Harry's gone?

No like seriously, he's just vanished.

poof

Spotting Cedric taking over three death eaters all at once.

Just being so proud of him.

You duelling Rodolphus Lestrange.

Took over him (as you should)

Moving to Bellatrix Lestrange.

Duelling her with Hermione, Luna and Ginny.

Bitch just aimed a killing curse at Ginny??!

About to make your move but-

“Not my daughter you bitch”

literally internally screaming because MOLLY WEASLEY DID NOT JUST CUSS???

Bellatrix's downfall.

Just felt a bit relaxed.

Voldemort is about to kill Molly but—

FUCK??

HARRY??

DID THIS MOTHERFUCKER TURN INTO A GHOST TO KILL VOLDEMORT?!!

Voldemort's downfall.

The man who everyone feared sayimg his name, just, fell down.

dead

Post-battle

You hug your mom so tight , she knew about everything.

You raising Teddy along with your mother and Harry.

You still have nightmares and trauma from the war.

But, Cedric was always there for you.

Not like he was any better, but you two comfort eachother.

Him placing soft, small kisses around your "traitor" scar after telling him about the Malfoy Manor events.

You, Harry, Ron amd Hermione gather at the burrow, just sitting there in comfortable silence, holding eachother.

Three years pass by and Cedric's on one knee, asking you to be his forever.

You frantically saying “Yes” before hugging him.

You were now an auror, just like Dora.

The wedding was so simple.

You had Hermione, Ginny and Luna as your bridesmaids.

Looking at the empty seats made especially for your father, Remus, Dora and Sirius.

Saying "I do" before leaning in and kissing him.

And for the first time in three years, your hair turned pink again.

[schrijverr]

Stepping Side by Side

Bakugo and Midoriya used to dance competitive ballroom together. When nightmares keep them awake they start dancing again and finding their friendship back as well. Until a dance lesson brings it to light.

On AO3.

Ships: could be read as pre-slash BakuDeku

Warnings: mentions of mild homophobia

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There used to be a time when you couldn’t tear Izu and Kacchan from each others side with all the force in the world. However, that time had nearly completely passed by the time they got into Middle School, and had fully disappeared when both of them got into UA.

So now it was Midoriya and Bakugo, who walked through hallways as ghosts of another time with knowledge of the other and a person they could hardly place.

Still, the two got better. It might have taken a lot of trauma and a fake city that was destroyed in a fist-fight, but they were tentatively getting better.

The getting better got in the lift on a faithful Wednesday night (though it was already Thursday at that point), when both had woken from dreams that showed them memories they would rather forget.

Midoriya wasn’t an uncommon guest in the kitchen at ungodly hours, but seeing Bakugo there really surprised him.

“Kacchan?” he said softly, not wanting to startle the other.

“Deku? Why are you awake?” Bakugo didn’t even have the energy to sound harsh with big bags under his eyes and a slump in his shoulder.

“Probably the same reason you are,” Midoriya answered with a sad smile.

Bakugo nodded, also taking in Midoriya’s exhausted face, before silently offering him a cup of tea, which Midoriya accepted gratefully. He was surprised to find, Bakugo had remembered how he took it, though he had seen it many times on competition mornings.

They stood in silence for a moment, drinking their tea. Neither one really wanted to talk about what had awoken them in the middle of the night.

“We should probably go to bed again,” Midoriya said when they had finished their tea, his voice betraying how much he did not want to try to sleep. Bakugo had the same voice as he agreed: “Yeah, we probably should.”

It was quiet again.

Then with a soft voice, Midoriya asked: “Remember when we danced together? We never really talked about it again, but- Never mind...”

“Huh, what made you ask that? Of course, I remember, dipshit,” Bakugo frowned.

“Well, it’s kind of dumb, but you remembered how I take my tea and that surprised me, but then I thought you saw it so many times on all the competition mornings and it got me thinking of the dancing and it suddenly popped up again,” Midoriya muttered.

Bakugo had been on the receiving end of Midoriya’s mutterings enough times that he could follow them and said: “Hmm, hadn’t even realized.”

Midoriya was surprised with how gentle compared to normal, Bakugo was being. Well, maybe not gentle, but he wasn’t being defensive or aggressive, which was a nice change. Itreminded Midoriya of when Bakugo had been his best friend.

“Yeah,” he replied softly, content to let the conversation end and fall back into silence.

They were truly just standing around in the kitchen, both in their pajamas, tired and still unwilling to rest for fear what it may bring. They must have looked like quite a pair, leaning against the counters at this hour.

Bakugo was typing away on his phone and Midoriya regretted having left his behind on his nightstand, because he didn’t know what to do with his hands.

Suddenly Bakugo’s phone started playing familiar music and Midoriya looked up in surprise, only to find the other holding out his hand with an expecting eyebrow raise.

“W- what?” he stumbled over his words in confusion.

“Come on, nerd, I wanna see if you kept up your training,” he said, “Though, I suppose I was always the better dancer.”

“Oi, you were not!” Midoriya protested and took the hand.

Bakugo grinned victoriously when he did. He knew his friends competitiveness like no other and he had played into it with success. So, he lead his dance partner and fellow sleep-avoider onto the floor, which was the bit of empty space they had near the door.

He’d put on a simple waltz, he didn’t want to think too hard at this time and it was more about the basic steps to keep his mind of other things.

They swiftly fell into old routines and Bakugo was surprised how well Midoriya was keeping up with him. He had assumed that since it had been his parents with the dance studio, only he would have kept up with the techniques.

Midoriya must have seen the surprise in his eyes, because he grinned in the little shit way no one in class 1-A believed he could and said: “You still hold instead of cup, Kacchan.”

Bakugo looked at his offending hand and saw it was indeed the case, so with an eyeroll he corrected it then send a glare to his partner.

He couldn't help but pout slightly: “And you still don’t keep your chin up.”

Midoriya had always been a bit shy and nervous, so their coaches and parents had always reminded him before competitions to ‘keep your chin up, just look at Katsuki, Izuku, you’re gonna do great out there.’

So, the other corrected his mistake as well as he was spun away, then back to Bakugo, who resumed their steps with Midoriya following easily. It had been their under 11s debut dance and it had been quite precious to them at the time.

The song on the phone stopped and changed into a latin song. Bakugo raised a brow questioning and Midoriya returned the challenge.

Not one to back down, Bakugo got into a familiar start position. He would show that shitty nerd he still knew his fucking latin, alright.

They danced a few more songs until the late hour and physical exercise caught up to them and they had to stop to breathe. Both felt more at ease and more ready to face the night than before. Midoriya smiled: “This was nice. You know, dancing again.”

Bakugo was quiet for a moment, then – almost as if he didn’t want to – he confessed: “Yeah. Yeah, it was.”

“I feel like I can finally sleep,” Midoriya stretched with a grin.

“Same, I- I’ll see you around,” Bakugo said awkwardly.

“Yeah, don’t be a stranger around the Midnight Kitchen Dance Club,” Midoriya joked with a hint of truth.

They held each other’s gaze, then Bakugo walked away, but not before saying: “I won’t.”

And that was the start. The first time had been a coincidental meeting, but after knowing the other might be downstairs, the two ventured to the kitchen more often, hoping for the comfort of familiar company.

The second time had been a bit awkward, but then Midoriya had asked if Bakugo still knew that stupidly hard foxtrot that had taken them forever to learn and Bakugo jumped on the chance to show that he still did.

So it had evolved until Bakugo grabbed his wireless headphonesby instinct so that they could share and not wake everyone up, while Midoriya always madetwo cups for tea.

When they had just started they dances old routines, but after a while they had started working on them, looking up competitors still dancing and trying to incorporate their moves into their own dances, making them unnecessarily complicated just by virtue of time.

While both still had enough sleep to keep them up as aspiring heroes doing a lot of exercise daily, they still found themselves in the kitchen at least twice a week. It would never compare to the six days a week and on Sunday competition regime that they’d had in the past, but still…

The dancing had helped both immensely with their sleeping as well as their bond.

Midoriya hadn’t noticed it at first, but suddenly realized that at some point Kacchan had returned to calling him Izu when they had their nightly dance session.

It delighted him to no end that he was seeing glimpses of the grumpy and competitive, yet observant and grounded presence Kacchan had been in their youth. Until Middle School had pushed him in the wrong direction and he didn’t want to dance anymore, because someone had said it was girly and that Deku was girly too and all the stupid connotations that had.

Sometimes Izu really wanted to slap Middle School Kacchan for who he had befriended and how he had let everyone shape how he viewed himself.

Sure, Izu might have been pushed into insecurity and skittishness, but Kacchan had allowed himself to be pulled into the “alpha’s” of the school, the ones who had to conform to a certain standard constantly or loose their place. Having to pretend to be someone else constantly until he thought he had to be that version all of the time.

It had fucked with Kacchans mind and perception of the world, Izu had seen that first hand.

But the dancing made Kacchan smile carefree again. Izu saw how he would get excited about learning moves they couldn't just pull off but had to work for and routines that went well.

In turn Kacchan couldn't help but notice how Izu was carrying himself differently again. The subtle grace that seeped into his normal cower and the confidence that rolled off him when he was being spun around by Kacchan.

Kacchan loved witnessing those little moments.

He loved how Izu would cheekily comment on his form or babble about his hero notes while they stretched or sip his tea at the end, smile playing around his lips.

It reminded him of how good it had been before he turned completely into an asshole and guilt bubbled up in his throat. So, one night when they were sitting on the floor, he began: “Hey, Izu. I, uhm, I wanted to, well…”

“Kacchan?” Izu frowned when he heard Kacchan stumble.

“I wanted to say sorry,” he said, wanting to erase the frown he put there.

“Why?” Izu asked, genuinely confused.

“Because I was fucking dick to you, Izu,” he answered, rolling his eyes at Izu’s obliviousness.

“Oh, well, yeah, you were,” Izu agreed and a pit formed in Kacchans stomach. “And it was hurtful, of course it was. But I understand and I think I had forgiven you before it even occurred to me to blame you. I don’t know why, Kacchan, but I could never be mad at you, you mean too much to me.”

Kacchan looked at him in shock. Izu said it like it was natural, unavoidable that he forgave Kacchan, just like that. After everything. He didn’t know what to say.

Izu understood that too, because he got up and said: “Come on, you promised that we could do the latin routine.”

He let himself be pulled up by Izu and got into the opening stance like second nature. He wondered how he ever got this lucky with Izu as a friend.

Naturally since it was them, things like this didn’t stay private. Though it had been their own choice. Partly. Mostly.

Class 1-A was learning how to dance.

It had come as coincidence and was part of their social relations course, since galas could be part of their future careers.

So, Midnight was teaching them, with Snipe as her partner, because he was apparently the only who didn’t mind dancing and could keep his mouth shut the entire time. Midoriya could guess who those two categories referred to, but didn’t see the point in identifying their homeroom and their English teacher out loud.

Midnight had explained the most basic waltz which Midoriya could do in his sleep, so he took his time looking around. It was easy to see that some had difficulty taking it seriously and that others were already completely lost.

“Okay, everyone, partner up,” Midnight clapped her hands, getting into the position with Snipe.

Since their class had more boys than girls there would be a few all boys couples. Being used to dancing the “girl part” anyway, Midoriya didn’t mind being the first to face that reality as he grinned to Iida and said: “Here, Iida, I’ll be your dancing lady.”

Some others snorted, but afterwards everyone paired up faster.

Midoriya couldn't help but look what Bakugo would do. He saw the fiery blond had paired up with Sero and had forcefully taken the “boy part” despite Sero’s protests that he was taller.

They went through the basic steps and spins and Midoriya found that Iida was semi-okay to dance with. Though, since he came from a rich family that shouldn’t be a surprise, those families forced most of their kids to dance classes at some point.

From what he could hear Bakugo had no such luck, because he was cursing at Sero loudly, while Sero apologized for stepping on his toes or accidentally tripping them up. Midoriya wondered how long Bakugo was willing to put up with it.

As it turned out it wasn’t long.

The first attempt to dance had just stopped and Midnight announced that they would go back to explaining before trying again.

Bakugo let Sero go as if it hurt him to hold on and scowled at the sheepish boy, before he turned to Midoriya and raised a brow, asking if Midoriya was okay with it.

It made Midoriya smile that Bakugo considered his side before yelling and he nodded back, smiling slightly. With Midoriya’s permission, Bakugo yelled: “I don’t want to dance with this shit head, he sucks. Izu, come dance with me.”

“Okay, Kacchan,” Izu agreed easily, apologizing to Iida as he switched places with Sero under the confused gazes of the class.

After gathering herself again Midnight said: “Well, if everyone is okay with that, then we’ll continue.”

There were a few whispers around them, most of them were about why Bakugo would choose Midoriya of all people and if they had heard ‘Izu’ correctly.

Midnight went on with her lesson, repeating all the steps they’d just learned and helping those who needed it.

With Izu and Kacchan dancing together, they just did the steps easily and Izu giggled at Kacchans bored face. Sure, the basics were very important and a big chunk of what you did at a competitions, but they could do much funner stuff.

So they did a few spins extra here and there, turned as they waltzed together and tried their best with their posture just to have something to do.

When Midnight came to check on them, she raised a brow and commented: “You two are doing well. I like it.”

Izu blushed brightly, while Kacchan just huffed: “Of course, I’m no longer dancing with that toe-stepper over there.”

Deciding not to engage with that comment Midnight turned back to the class and announced they would hold a mock ball and to get in position. She warned: “Another difficulty is keeping track of the other couples on the floor. Try not to bump into anyone. And have fun!”

Then she turned on the music and awkwardly the class began to dance.

Relieved that they would finally have something fun to do, Izu and Kacchan set into a simple waltz that was only slightly more difficult than what they’d just learned and glided through their classmates with more grace than one should seek in two teens.

It didn’t take long for the others to catch on that one pair – and the most surprising one at that – was doing much better than the rest. They slowly stopped their own dancing to watch them.

Kacchan was slowly upping the difficulty, dragging Izu along with him. He was faintly aware that others were giving them space, but he was more focused on Izu and the dance. Izu’s hand was heavy on his shoulder and his grin bright.

They were getting lost in their dancing.

Midnight had never seen such grace in her classes and it became clear to her that the two had been trained on a much higher level than she ever had. Curious to see what they could do and if they even would, she put on a latin song.

Unbeknownst to her the song she had picked was the one Izu and Kacchan had first started with and choreographed an elaborate routine to.

When the music started a gleam came into Kacchans eyes and Izu knew he would be pulled in too, which he gleefully did.

Both got in their starting position.

The class watched with absolute bafflement as Kacchan practically prowled around the dance floor, hips moving enticingly, while Izu twirled and teased in a manner they would have never expected of the green haired boy.

Their faces contorted as they fell into a rhythm, holding on to another and spinning away, only to be pulled close to the other again. Hand in hand, other on shoulder or back as their feet movedat a dizzying speed, everyone awed that they hadn’t stepped on the other’s foot yet.

When they were done, Kacchen unconsciously twirled Izu into the ending bow, while he bowed as well.

He hadn’t counted on actually getting the applause that they were used to, but sure enough class 1-A burst into enthusiastic cheers once they had gathered their bearings again.

Kirishima came bounding forwards, saying: “I didn’t know you could dance like that, Bakubro. So manly!”

“Tsk, of course I can,” Bakugo huffed.

“Don’t be mean, Kacchan, you know almost no one keeps up with the ballroom world,” Midoriya admonished.

“What?” Kirishima was now confused.

“Ah,” Midoriya explained, “Kacchan’s parents own a big dancing studio and they were world champions four years in a row. They’re a pretty big deal within the ballroom world, so it would make sense that Kacchan can dance, but you have know about ballroom first. Don’t worry about not knowing.”

Midoriya’s answer made the class explode again.

When they had calmed down slightly, Iida asked: “And how about you Midoriya? Where did you learn how to dance?”

“Well, uhm, my mom was friends with aun- Kacchan’smom,” he said, “They went to the same High School and uhm, you see, my- his-”

“My mom babysat because she didn’t have a boss to answer to so she could just have us with her in the studio,” Bakugo finished Midoriya’s babbling. “We learned to walk in a fucking dance studio.”

“Yeah, that,” Midoriya said awkwardly.

“Ahw, that’s so cute,” Hagakure gushed. “Are there pictures of little you?”

“No, keep out of-”

Bakugo was cut off, by Midoriya puling out his phone: “Yeah, my mom has them on her Facebook, wait a sec and I’ll look them up.”

A few of the girls leaned over his shoulder as he found the post. He grinned: “She posted this the first time we won the under 11s Junior championship. We’re eight in the second picture.”

The crowd prevented Bakugo from ripping the phone from Midoriya’s hands and he watched with a blush and slight horror as the girls cooed over the two of them.

The first picture was them smudging the mirrors with their dirty little hands. Bakugo was in an green sleeping-bag onesie, Midoriya in a orange one, both were standing for one of the first times in their life. The other was them in shiny shoes, black slacks, a neat white dress shirt and a black waistcoat with red embroidery. Their hair was slicked back and they were grinning widely, holding a trophy.

‘I’m so proud of my two little champions, how far you’ve come!’read the caption.

“You competed?” Tsu asked.

Seeing an opportunity to brag, Bakugo said: “Yeah, we started when we were 6. And from our 7thwe were undefeated in the Juvenile under 10s category and from out 8th we were undefeated in the Junior under 11s category. We competed in the under 14s as well from when we were 9, but we only won during our last competition in that category when we were 12.”

“That’s insane, dude,” Kaminari said with big eyes.

“We were good,” Bakugo shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, though he added: “Despite this shitty nerds flat dancing just now.”

“Oi, I’m not the one who had his balance wrong,” Midoriya shot back to everyone’s surprise. They had expected him to shrink under the critique, but on the dance floor the two had always been equals and Midoriya wasn’t afraid to call his partner out.

“I was not out of balance,” Bakugo pouted.

“Yes, you were, after the moving of the head part, I had to carry that bit,” Midoriya said. “You’re lucky we trained with that ballerina one time and I have good balance.” Bakugo frowned, but didn’t reply, so Midoriya smugly grinned: “Thought so.”

“Your side was still a bit flat,” Bakugo grumbled.

“I can live with that.”

With that conversation apparently done, Kirishima asked: “Why did you stop competing?”

“Yeah, Kacchan, why did we stop?” Midoriya repeated.

Bakugo looked away guiltily and said: “I didn’t want to dance anymore, because it was girly and not cool.”

“And some classmates were mean about it,” Midoriya shrugged. “I mean, it sucked, but they weren’t wrong. I was girly.”

“Izu…” Kacchan said, unsure of what his friend meant.

“It’s true, Kacchan, remember that one competition when I showed up in a dress,” Izu giggled. “I thought that one judge was going to explode.”

“The asshole one, who didn’t like we were dancing together?” Kacchan grinned. “I remember, god, that was amazing.”

“Why didn’t he like you two dancing together?” Kaminari asked.

Midoriya raised a brow, but Bakugo explained: “There are more girls than boys in dancing, so there are all girls tournaments. However, I refused to dance with anyone but Izu, so we got to compete in the normal tournaments, but they didn’t like that two boys who could have a girl dance partner were dancing together. And we were good, they also didn’t like that.”

“Which is stupid,” Midoriya added, still angry about it, “So I wore a dress as a sort of a ‘now we look like your normal pair, is that what you wanted?’ and he liked that even less.”

More people giggled at the story of little Kacchan and Izu, they almost couldn't place the two in front of them in that story, except when they looked at the grin they gave each other.

In that look you could see the two had known each other since before they could talk, you could see that there had been a time when neither wanted to leave the other’s side and when they were completely in sync.

A time that might be returning.

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A/N:

This whole fic is I watched the Baby Ballroomdocu on Netflix and I have nothing better to do than project my own want to learn ballroom onto characters.

[gnarf]

Gnarf’s 2020

and what a fucking year that was... Anyways, let’s talk about the good things, shall we?

I made it through 2020 alive and without going insane! Yay! So lets see what else I did. (This is a long post)

In the beginning of 2020 I said I won’t participate in many fests. Only three or something like that. Lets check how that went!

Fests Gnarf participated in: 9

@lockdownfest @lcdrarry @hd-wireless @hpfluff-fest @hd-hurtfest @hd-fan-fair @hd-erised @gameofdrarry in drarropoly @wireless-festive-minifest​

Haha yup, three. Sounds legit. I also wandered off to try if I can art! No worries, I gave that up :D Mad respect to all Artists, arting is exhausting and the progress is too slow for me.

If you really want to check out my attempts, here’s what made its way onto AO3:

Dont Blink! for LCDrarry, it includes the Angels from Doctor Who and was a pain in the arse.

If you knew... was made for H/D Wireless and has the armiest arm i ever saw, very proud of that one. Its also the last thing I made.

Home Sweet Home was also made for H/D Wireless, and the first bigger art piece I tried my hand on.

A muffled groan which is rather explicit and I entirely forgot about making it :D it has a ficlet going with it too.

(I think theres other Art stuff here with the tag #gnarf draws or something)

I reached my yearly goal of writing 100k words once again!

Fics and Ficlets I wrote this year: 20(ish)

Better Side of the Bed (Lock Down Fest, T, 2k)

It was all Malfoy's fault. Harry could be at the Burrow right now, but instead he was trapped in Malfoy's tiny flat. All because that dick couldn't stop bothering him about a stupid life debt he didn't even care about.

Doing What's Best (G, ~800 words)

Lucius looked down at the little bundle currently sleeping in Narcissa's arms and felt terror shoot through his body. A little boy, his hair so white it was nearly invisible. Born only a few hours ago, taking his first breath in the light of the rising sun. Narcissa had whispered a welcome, her eyes wet, her smile bigger than ever. But they both knew, even though temporarily safe, he really wasn't. Draco was born into a world ruled by war. If only it'd end soon.

I better be hallucinating this (T, 3.8k)

After the war Draco Malfoy is sentenced to Azkaban for a really long sentence. Apparently aiding in Dumbledore's death overrules any argument Harry could put up for him. After the trial, as the days pass by, Harry is more and more outraged at the sentence. He can't stop obsessing over the fact that Draco Malfoy saved his life and aided him during the war and is very much capable of redemption. Not to mention that Malfoy has always been a delicate git and would never survive Azkaban. After a few weeks obsessing Harry decides that Malfoy indeed can't remain unjustly in Azkaban and starts to plot a way to break him out of jail and hide him in Grimmauld Place. When Hermione finds out she's not amused. Ron is horrified. Draco still thinks he's hallucinating.

Keep Holding On (Wireless, M. 33.333) A collab with @maesterchill​ who surprised me with lovely art for it!

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry and Draco both fall into their own battles with their mental states. Draco is sent to Azkaban, and Harry turns to drinking, hoping to forget. Months later, Harry visits St Mungo’s new ward on the request of a friend, only to find Draco in a deep vegetative state. Not willing to give him up, Harry stays by his side, while simultaneously dealing with the Ministry's newest grand idea to make everything worse. Making new allies, and losing old ones along the way, will hopefully be worth it in the end.

Age is just a number (Fluff Fest, T, 1.5k)

Married for decades, their life is perfect. Until Harry gets a call and hears the following words: "Mr Potter, we caught your husband stealing ten large packs of King Sized condoms."

There was still hope (Hurt Fest, M, 3.1k)

Draco winced as pain shot through his leg with every step. This secret, back-alley laboratory had been his last chance, last hope, to find the potion. But nobody had it in stock, and there was no time left to brew it himself. Panic was slowly overtaking his entire mind as he crept out of the store and back to the nearest alley to Apparate back home. He already felt off, and it was still early in the day. Of course this thestral-shit had to happen to him, of all people. As if life wasn't bad enough for him already.

Desire (E, 1.7k)

"Auror Potter, what a pleasant surprise to meet you here. What can I do for you?" "Stop the show, Malfoy. There's no one around, and I'm not here as an Auror." Draco watched Potter move closer until they were nearly nose to nose, only the small counter of his shop kept Potter at distance. Potter's eyes were dark with something Draco couldn't exactly name, his face was flushed and the air surrounding him felt somehow static. Draco felt the urge to lean further over his counter, to drink in his sight, to touch the man on the other side—but he didn't.

Drarropoly 2020 currently holds 7 ficlets and is in a Series. The highest rating is Mature and its 3.2k in total at this point.

Let's not wait for France (Fan Fair, T, 17.7k)

All Harry had wanted from his Eighth year at Hogwarts was a little peace and a little privacy but, from the moment that he stepped onto Platform 9 3/4, it was obvious that nothing was ever going to be that easy. An accidental bond with Malfoy that resulted in them having to stay together at all times was the final straw. Things couldn't be worse. So much to a quiet year in Hogwarts.

Love letters for the oblivious (Mini Wireless, T, 716 words)

Draco had gotten the strangest letters all week long, which wasn't what anyone needed at Christmas. Especially not him. Either someone was taking the piss, or he had a very dumb and inefficient secret admirer. And Draco didn't know which would be worse.

Double-Booked (Mini Wireless, T, 2.1k)

Finally, peace and quiet, and— "Malfoy?!?" Or the one where Harry thought he could enjoy a quiet Christmas far from everyone, just to find out that the cabin he had booked already accommodated another guest.

The best Christmas he ever had (Mini WirelessT, 1.9k)

Christmas had never been less appealing to him than this year. That was until Arthur Weasley showed up at his door, dressed as Santa, inviting him to the Burrow.

Anon Fests to be added

Whoever made it to this point: yoooo! Friend! Lots of love to you! I also got tagged in many get to know me posts, plenty of love in my Inbox giving me love slaps left and right (honestly, im bruised, stop slapping me), amazing person awards, top 5 fics, and whatever you can think of.

To make up for not answering most of them because I’m a horrible person:

My favourite colour: purple My age: I’ll be 30 next year in April, I expect gifts, I don’t accept first borns My favourite trope: eight year My favourite animal: cat My favourite ice cream: Ben and Jerry’s Cookie Dough Here’s my writing Playlist, it’s the worst you’ll ever see, and yes, I use YouTube, I’m old.

Other things that happened in 2020 that made me happy:

I kicked out my mentally/emotionally abusive partner of 7 years in January

I kept my grandma alive through this *waves hand at world*

I was able to share my birthday cake with my family becaus I got to leave my first quarantine a few days before my birthday

I got to keep my job

I found a lot of lovely friends in this fandom, and got to keep them through this year

My cats are their usual little jerks and actually enjoyed me being at home due to the raging pandemic

I finally cut off my hair

I’m about to hit 3.5k followers here and I love you all

I’m also tagging everyone who sees this and wants to do something similiar! Show us what you did in 2020, the things you’re proud of, and the things you loved! Let’s spread some happy for the end of the year 💜🥰

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Trophy Chapter Seven

Masterlist

Warnings: Adult situations +18, Smut ,Dub con, Coercive behavior, Daddy kink, Threats of violence, Masturbation, Swearing

A/n: So this has taken absolutely ages to write... there are many things that i wanted in the chapter that havent made it i was struggling about how much plot i added to this chapter and i can only apologize for how long it has taken m0but also wanted to covey the back story a little more. I'm happy with it and i hope you are to. As a head's up this story might end up being a fifteen to twenty chapters I hope. Any way I do hope this is worth the wait. p.s if you want the other chapters they are in order on my masterlist which is linked above as always.xx

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Trophy Chapter Seven

Henry sat behind his desk he was annoyed, you could tell by the way he sat shoulders, neck and jaw twitching every now and then, he was wound tight. The power radiating from him cast waves across the space leaving the air thick, yet behind it was something else, something that was echoing across the room each time he cast his gaze to you. He sent smirks to you when he caught you stealing glances at him. Feeling his glances linger you faltered scanning the same line of your book for what seemed the hundredth, willing yourself not to look at him not to give him a reason to approach you. You wanted to be left alone with your thoughts sighing you tucked your feet up on the sofa cringing you huffed as your bare ass pulled on the leather...You just knew you was leaving marks...The knowledge made you curl up tighter tucking your skirt under yourself shielding your center from His glances. You couldn't concentrate, to many things had happened already today and to many thoughts ran around inside your head. You could kick yourself ,was it right? You'd sold yourself to the devil...For what? You looked him over taking in the way his shoulders tensed as he moved pulling a slim tablet from his desk flicking open the stand connecting it to a wireless keyboard. Was this the plan all along...For him to back you into a corner like this, to make you hand yourself over willingly?  To resign yourself to staying with him. Trapping yourself in this house forever...To protect a fantasy of what could have been? A man who you started imagining a future with...An agent... A liar. You heaved a deep sigh moving a hand to swipe at your eyes then pinched the bridge of your nose dropping the book to your knees that were firmly tucked below your chin. Your emotions finally catching up with you. Tears were quickly forming in your eyes. It could have been a ruse, a cruel ploy to use as cover. Had it? It had felt so natural, so pure. Like you could have had it all but was it real?... Or did Stephan think you knew something was you just part of the job?.... You looked over to Henry he had said the day you got here that Stephan was using you... At the time you just thought it was the mans madness talking but now?...He could have been right...As far as things stood at the moment Henry had done many things to you...But he had not lied to you. Did he know all along? was he in some fucked up way trying to help you?. Could he possibly love you as he said he did?. Is he just acting now? Playing along? it was entirely possible Henry was a smart man. There was no doubt about that, you don't get to were he is being an idiot...And  it was convenient that everything was in  his favor that he was coming out on top again... You shook your head, they were some very dangerous thoughts. You felt him look at you again and he sighed at you watching tears fall landing on the pages open in front of you. He just rose out of his seat moving ,opening the door letting in Kal who had been waiting dutifully out side the door.

"Go see your mother" you blinked not quite understanding but soon realized he had been speaking to Kal as the dog jumped up on to the sofa beside you nudging the book from your hands to the floor. Henry moved collecting the hardback copy of Tolkien's Hobbit placing in on the small side table by you. He smiled as Kal stealthily made himself comfy on your lap, making you uncurl to accommodate him lathering you with kisses. Henry moved his hand ruffling the bears ears praising him"Good boy, you sit there and protect your mother hmm?...He is definetly taken with you, my fully trained gaurd dog becomes a soppy puppy around you" you smiled a little scratching Kals chin, Henry crouched down looking at you moving to pat your hip

"...Pet? try not to think to much...You have no need to be sad my love, now is a time for us to...move past everything to look forward to our future... I'm going to keep my word as long as you keep yours. Now try and cheer up for me" you forced a smile at him then let your face drop again. He sighed deciding to give you time to yourself then made his way across the office to his seat again. You whined digging your fingers into the dogs thick fur pressing your face into his neck as he rested his chin on your shoulder panting happily as you continued to cuddle the massive fluff ball. You closed your eyes it was pathetic that you'd throw away everything to protect the first man to ever show you attention. But what was done is done. There was no way Henry would ever let you back track, and if you did you knew for certain that you'd be wholey responsible for Stephan's demise. And to make matters worse in the middle of your confused despair you now had to face the man who had started all this, who had betrayed you. Fletcher who had set you up to be kidnapped. With no idea as to what would happen to you, or you'd like to think he had no idea but you doubted it. You turned your head resting the side of our face into the dog sniffling trying hard not to cry, this time with anger. You shook sitting silent,  you didn't want to attract the mobsters attention any more than you had. You could feel him getting worse feeling him seeth to himself as he tapped away at the tablet every few seconds cursing under his breath. You moved back leaning back as Kal followed your movements to lounge across you getting watching the door.

Finally after the longest hour of your life there was a timid knock on the door then a nasally voice you knew all to well.

"Oh he hasn't answerd must be busy-" you heard a thump as if someone had been slammed against the door.

"Get your ass in here fletcher!"  You jumped making Kal nudge your hand as if to say keep petting me. The good boy was helping with your anxiety over the whole situation. Your attention was brought back to Henry as he spoke his tone was dark, cool and calculated. He looked high and mighty, smug as he sat taller a lopsided grin upon his face he winked in your direction making you blink slowly this was business and he was most definitely the boss. Slowly the door opened and your ex-employer came in,the usually tall confident man was hunched forward trying to look as insignificant as possible. Nervous and flighty, he didn't want to be here and you couldn't blame him, hell you didn't want to be here. Henry raised a brow to the door left wide open making Fletcher turn sharply and close it you jumped closing your eyes tight as it slammed beside you prompting another nudge from Kal who was covering you leaning across you trying to be a wall between you ad the other male. The terrified man stood still then, took a few steps in the room as he quickly began stammering apologies to Henry which he rolled his eyes at and held a hand up .Stop. Fletcher moved forward with a forced smile and sat down in front of the desk twisting his hands.

"S-so Mr Cavill.....I erm wh-what did you need to talk to me about?"

"Get up"  Fletcher tilted his head as Henry leaned back in his chair placing his forearms on the arms of the chair taking a relaxed pose

"Wha-why?" Fletcher asked but soon moved when Henry's blues turned icey

"Did I stutter? Get. Up." Fletcher jumped leaping out of the chair as Henry's voice was sharp and foreboding. Fidgeting with his hands Fletcher took a a deep shaking breath and looked about ready to piss himself. Henry moved slowly closing the kickstand on the back of the tablet casually with a flick of his wrist, moving to place it and the keyboard in the drawer he had got it from. He looked up through his lashes at the man.

"You see Fletcher...This is the problem we have.....You make decisions....The wrong decisions and then you try to back track." Fletcher looked at Henry and swallowed.

"You are to do as your told and nothing more, things are going to change, your not going to make a move, decide anything talk to anyone your not even going to take a shit without my fucking say so is that fucking clear?" Fletcher moved forward wide eyed at the implications.

"But-Henr.....Mr Cavill I didn't say anything,  I just gave him the trail you .Gave me...That’s all!....I swear....I'd never betray you like that we're friends" Henry laughed loud at him then fixed  to coward before him with a stern look.

"Friends?...You think we are ...Friends?....Sure. I may have kept you out of prison which; you paid me for and I agreed to the loans... We drank together what once? Twice?...I may have even wiped your debt with our last little deal...." Henry's eyes swiped over you for a second his haze turning hungry for a moment then returned to the quivering man before him.

"But I am not your friend...I don't have friends...It was business....You are a pathetic little man who bit off more then he could chew. Now be a good boy and tell me What did he tell you? Was there anything that seemed strange about him? Anything at all think back.." Fletcher furrowed his brow confused and shook his head.

"I don't understand he was just an immigrant-"

"He used a false identity... Did you do a background check on him?" It was a test. Henry knew Fletcher didn't check him out, he couldn't have.For an agent the kid hadn't covered his tracks very well he practically popped up out of thin air. But Henry was more interested in whether Fletcher would lie to him, he needed to know how close of an eye to keep on him .Fletcher however went a deathly shade of pale, he hadn't known about Stephan.

"I-I don't... I don't know ...He seemed to check out when I hired him-" Henry slammed his fist down making you whimper into Kal’s fur closing your eyes.

"YOU GOT SOME FUCKING BALLS TO SIT IN MY HOME, IN MY FUCKING OFFICE AND LIE RIGHT TO MY FACE!! YOU DIDN'T EVEN CHECK HIM DID YOU?" Fletcher let out a little yelp taking a step back and shook as he nodded.

"Y-your right I'm s-sorry ple-please I rushed him through, I knew I-I didn't have long to replace Y/n...But I swear I didn't know, you have to believe me...He is just a boy...You said so yourself! A boy who doesn't know his place!.A silly little shit who thinks he is in love, or that's what I thought. That maybe he will give up after he realized Y/n wasn't the only place to get his dick wet....I mean she didn't look like she'd be the best fuck in the world you know?" Henry glowered at him the room got colder. Bad move. Henry was jumping down his throat before you even had the chance to be offended.

"Excuse me? What the fuck did you just say about MY woman? You wanna run that one past me again?...Well? come on don't hold back now tell me what you think of her... Oh you haven't got the balls now have you? Let me tell you something you sniveling little cunt you ever disrespect her again and I will personally cut that sorry excuse for a prick right from between your little chicken shit legs and choke you to death with it understand? you keep your fucking mouth shut if you know whats good for you!" stupidly enough you couldn't help the smile or small flutters in your chest as you heard this dangerous man defend you so quickly, even if it was murder...Something about it made you special? dare you say cared for? Fletcher shook realizing his mistake to late.

"Yo-Your woman?....I'm so-sorry Mr Cavill I didn't know you had taken her for yourself...Ple-Please forgive me I didn't mean-" Henry growled waving him off if he let the man continue to grovel then they would be here all fucking day. He sighed rolling his eyes before continuing.

"One check...One five minuet check and you could have avoided this fucking mess...There is no Stephan clermont...I’m pretty sure he was a fucking agent, we are not sure what branch.. You let an agent into your fucking cafe! Fuck knows what he has seen and heard because you didn't screen him properly..."

"H-he was a what? Oh fuck oh fuck! Mr Cavill? I'm sorry I am so sorry please..I-I didn't know! You have to believe me!" The poor man all but got on his hands and knees,pleading with the kingpin opposite him. He was trembling as the gravity of the situation dawned on him. Henry sat back keeping silent, he wanted to make the man squirm for a few moments, he thrived of the terror permeating the room.Finally he moved forward tilting his head sighing.

"However it has worked in my...Our favor....Hasn't it little one?" You shrunk into Kal as Fletcher looked at you shocked seeing you sitting by the door on the huge leather sofa,you scowled at him wanting desperately to launch the book in your hands at him, to scream and shout attack him even.

"Y/n? Yo-your okay? Thank god I was so worried- I was sure Henry wasn't going too hurt you...But there was still a doubt...But he hasn't and your here!" you stood up seeing red, Fletcher flinched as Kal strode past him looking at him warily. A part of you wanted Kal to take a bite but you didn't want to see him turn like that, he was the only one you trusted not to hurt you in this house. Tears blurred your eyes as you struggled to temper your anger.Worried?How dare he! How fucking dare he say that to you! Your stomach clenched as you finally registered his words. But before you had any time to think it over you was already screaming at him. Henry slowly pushed himself out from the desk waiting for the blow up about to happen.

"BULLSHIT! BULL-SHIT YOU WASN'T WORRIED AT ALL!  YOU CUNT YOU FUCKING SET ME UP, USED ME AS SOME FUCKING BARGAINING CHIP FOR WHAT?" You screamed at him moving across the small space towards him spitting out your words, you didn't notice Henry move to focused on the man in front of you as you gained on him as he shuffled back nearly tripping over the chair beside him.

"I TRUSTED YOU! WHAT DID YOU GET? WHAT DID HE FUCKING GIVE YOU HUH? TELL ME FLETCHER JUST WHAT WAS I WORTH?" He took another step back unprepared for your out burst he stumbled back. You cried as your anger overwhelmed you Henry bypassed him capturing your arms in his hands pressing you back with little effort. Standing between you and Fletcher, his massive frame concealed him, a huge wall of sculpted muscle. You frowned up at Henry for a second only to twist your head to the side around him and carried on screaming at the sleazeball cowering behind him.

"DID YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME?! TELL ME DAMNIT!" You cried as Henry quickly pulled you away from the man you struggle feebly as you was directed away from the man you wanted to claw at.

"I thought you were going to be safe! I was sure Henr-Mr Cavill wouldn't put you in the circuit in town-" You fumed crying torn between anger and despair. Henry finally moved sitting back down holding your heaving form flush against him making you lean his hand resting across your abdomen he moved kissing your hair. He rocked you slightly the caring gesture seemed to flip a switch as you immediately crumbled into his chest, your nerves were shot and you had just about enough. You gave in to the need for comfort, wanting someone to hold as the days rollacoaster finally caught up with you. You moved turning shifting on his lap tucking yourself into him sobbing, clutching and twisting at his shirt. Henry adjusted his hold on you, cupping your legs  and widening his own to support you more comfortably.

"I ha-hate you...Why?...Why did yo-you do this?....."  you brought a hand up to your face wiping away the tears looking up at Henry completely lost falling apart at the seams, you looked at him in that moment for answers. For reasons and reassurance.

"There is a fine line between love and hate, hasn't anyone ever told you that pet?" He smiled when you looked at him confused then sobbed he pulled your face to his chest again.

"What did I do to deserve this?" You whined against him ,loosing yourself into something you still didn't understand yet. Henry smirked feeling you give in. He just began shushing you and rubbing your back soothing you, his eyes on Fletcher the whole time. Fletcher watched in fear seeing first hand just what this man's cruelty truly was, how he had gotten under your skin and manipulated you, twisted you into doing exactly what he wanted. How he can redesign and remold anyone to suit his own ends. And that was his strength. That was the secret to his power Henry was a silver tongue and master at mind games. He made the game and everyone around him was playing it whether they knew it or not. Fletcher gulped he knew he wasn't going to walk away from this,  there was no escape you cannot outsmart this man. You cannot win against the devil himself.

To anyone in that moment Henry looked like the cat who'd caught the canary.A king sitting on his golden throne with his little sacrifice curled up in his lap. So pleased with himself and how things were playing out as he allowed you to wrap yourself around him willingly as you wept into his chest. Fletcher could see through the veneer for the first time and what he saw terrified him. Just what had he gotten himself into? And more importantly how was he going to get out of it?

Henry moved slowly whispering into your neck as he tilted his head down.

"Shh love thats enough....shh shh its okay your okay I'm here....Thats it good girl..... No need to get yourself so worked up...what's done is done and we can all put it behind us....." he finished with a chaste kiss to your neck , you could feel how Fletcher was uncomfortable as Henry worked on your neck slowly sucking making you gasp and wriggle as he dug his teeth in determined to make a show for the other male. He smirked against your neck as you whined, one of his hands had slid up under your skirt digging his fingers into the raised welts from yesterday,you flush as you jolted you hips to escape his hand. You felt ashamed as you  enjoyed the thick thighs below you rubbing across your ass even if it did sting, you have almost no control as his words relaxed you. Letting you melt into him closing your eyes giving yourself into his soothing tone.

Henry finally looked up at Fletcher through his lashes mouth still hovering at your neck he pulled back with a parting kiss, he moved his arms to wrap around you as he felt you settle into him completely relaxed , you had past the point of panic and simple stayed there soaking up what ever comfort he was willing to give you. Chuckling he grinned knowingly across the desk he knew the man across from him was panicking, that he had clicked that Henry was much more then he appeared and that letting him get away with this wasn't an option.

Well man? He was a little weasel- a little weasel that had owed him big time, tax avoidance wasn't the biggest thing Henry could help cover up usually he didn't bother but Fletcher was desperate when he came to him begging for his help. Two businesses and seventeen years worth of dodging the tax man ,national insurance pensions you name it he wasn't paying finding loopholes and then it had all caught up to him. It was enough to make anyone desperate when the tax man started asking too many questions, if he went down he wouldn't get out of prison at his age. So Henry decided to help, he needed to start somewhere in the new town and it was a piece of piss. He helped arranging everything, saving Fletcher's ass but it had come with a hefty price tag. Fletcher was getting brave after nearly a few months, out right refusing to pay him back. That is what prompted his visit to the crappy cafe, if he asked you probably wouldn't remember serving him or chatting to him but he did. He spent the days and weeks after obsessing over you, he was unsure how to go about seeing you he didn't want to leave anything to chance. He wanted you. He wanted to feel that peace that you caused in him, you were his refuge, his little piece of normality. It wasn't until the second visit to Fletcher that he had made a deal.It was simple, Fletcher had pleaded with him making promise after promise, first of money then assets, use of the cafe; which Henry had already been doing for smaller deals but then he finally offered something Henry actually wanted. You. He offered you as his payment saying that your were pretty enough and would make him a lot of money in the prostitution ring he had in town. He remembered that moment, he was filled with unadulterated rage and pure joy all at once. The mere thought of you being used in such a way made him want to step back and let his boys do their thing, yet he couldn't for the life of him let the opportunity pass.He was also frightened for you, the fact Fletcher was willing to sell you into that kind of life was to much of a risk, what if he sold you to someone else? And they did force you into that life?. No absolutely not he had to save you. Protect you. So he accepted.You for his debt. It was decided that you would keep working at the cafe for the time being.... With higher pay and better conditions, he couldn't have his woman struggling could he?.

He had got everything ready at that point he was going to become a regular customer and try to wrangle a date that way, yet when he visited you were never out front always in the kitchen. So he moved to his second plan the long game becoming your landlord and bumping into you as he visited the building...He would play himself of as a relative of one of the residents. It was the perfect plan he would have then have access to your building and apartment,have all security footage of you coming and going so he would know when to pop in he was going to up the security and such too. He could make it impossible for you to ignore him. Once you were going steady he would rocket the rent forcing you to move out....And in with him.That was the plan you'd have been content came to him willingly! thinking it was all meant to be just as much as him! You'd have fallen so in love with him all on your own!. All Fletcher had to do was keep you occupied for a few months as he bought your building. It wasn't a big ask really.Instead he had made you unknowingly train up your replacement. Stephen who he now knew had been posing as some danish pratt and HE had tricked you! quickly wooing you into a date.

"Fletcher...keep your eyes open for Stephan...I want him found...He gets in touch with you you tell me" he nodded quickly sensing this meeting was going to be wrapped up soon. You wriggled against Henry pulling yourself  out of your safe space still desperate for answers.

"No! Tell me what happened?" You struggled as Henry brought his arms around you tighter grunting in your ear.

"Enough my love!...That is enough...Like I have told you its in the past! Unless you are already backtracking on our little deal?" You froze twisting to look up at him, his voice was calm but firm and sliced past your ear in hot breaths. You shook.

"No!-no I'm not...I just want to know...I need to know why? Why he did this? Please...." Henry sighed looking at you for a few seconds then to Fletcher who was literally shaking on the spot.

"Leave...As far as we are concerned you now fucking owe me again...Same as before my boys will be there to collect on Thursdays as usual and I will be watching you, you fuck up again and its over for you we clear?" He took a step forward gasping motioning to you.

"B-BUT I PAID IT OFF...YO-YOU  GOT HER DIDN'T YOU!?" You froze as you got your answer. A debt. You were just a debt? Money... you thought he'd at least sell you of for something less common then  money. You sat shell shocked not really sure why you expected it to be over something else but hearing him say it so freely made you, you wasn't sure hurt? Insulted even. Your thoughts were cut short a Henry replied confirming what you'd just heard.

"Yes your right I do have her... And she has agreed to stay here with me of her own free will" he kissed your temple and chuckled but quickly snarled as Fletcher turned on you.

"YOU LITTLE USELESS CUNT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE?" You jumped and cowered sliding back grasping Henry's hand for comfort as Fletcher moved forward arms raised as if you try and grab you. For a second you panicked that he would and held onto Henry tighter. It was then that Kal crept from beside the desk growling his heckles raising looking frightening as he stood tall staring at the frantic man. Henry moved you to one leg hushing you, he was pleased you wasn't facing him as he couldn't help the triumphant smile as he realized he was your safety net, it was a tiny move but in the right direction. You wanted him to protect you and he wouldn't disappoint. He turned from you and growled low you pushed in to his chest your breath picking up as he looped an arm stroking your hip in small circles as he leaned forward pulling open a drawer next you heard as a click of a gun being cocked.

Instantly Fletcher's new found confidence dwindled and he stood back.

"I'd advise you not to talk to my woman like that, you'll find I'm not very patient when it comes to things like that. You ever raise your voice to her again and it'll be the last thing you'll ever fucking do...Your useless do you understand?...Expendable...And remember its you who fucked up big time...You who caused all this....I don't know weather your worth all the fuss....and I have to ask myself weather you are worth the risk? I mean where does this leave you?.....Bar from finding Stephan your fucking useless now and to be honest I don't think he is going to contact you again...And you royally fucked up,  you let an agent in your business, he knows what you've been doing...or more importantly what you haven't been doing...He also knows that you have ties with me and my...Associates and also thinks that you helped aid me in kidnapping...And that brings us full circle really, now I'm going to have to watch you. Have my men protect your business have the police and judge on my payroll find ways to overlook your cock ups all over again...Its only fair that you compensate me for all my hard work...Or I could end it right here..." Henry moved the gun higher aiming it at the quivering man before him, he was making a show wanting you to see he would never ever let anyone disrespect you or frighten you. He wanted you to know he was the boss and was here for you, that you could run to him and he would always protect you. He wanted to convey so much here and now but as he looked down at you he saw terror...You wasn't ready to see this side of business...You shivered turning to face him noticing his pause, he tilted his head and shushed you kissing your lips softly you closed your eyes tight and moved your hands clutching at his shirt. He sighed looking back up.

"But...I don't want to frighten my little one here...shes had a trying day already so you'll just have to settle for the Vonnie brothers have a go they are back this afternoon." He moved  tilting his hand with the gun checking his watch smirking, as the man tried to move out of the way.

"Two hours? you know what they are like messy brutal but they do get things done...And they do enjoy squealers you definitely fit that bill...Or you can go back the how it was before, nice and simple...so what will it be?" Fletcher just looked between the two of you and nodded.

"I-I will pay... I will tell you if he contacts me or I notice anything" Henry chuckled darkly at that watching in amusement as the man before him slumped looking to the floor giving up the fight defeated. Henry was a snake, you were within his coils before you realized what was happening and then once you were trapped like a rat that is when he decided to strike.

"That’s what I thought. Now fuck off"

within seconds the door shut and you were left in the office with him alone. Still placed on his lap you let out a breath you didn't know you was holding. he shifted you you face him knees spread around his waist ad he pulled you flush against him running his heavy palms up and down your thighs making you tense.

"Apart from your little outburst I am very please with you, such a good girl for daddy aren't you?" You blinked at him then looked to the door again.

"Are you gonna hurt him? When all this is over I mean?" Henry sighed his breath moving your hair.

"That doesn't concern you little one..If you start becoming to nosy I will have no choice but to correct you... You may have agreed to stay but that does not mean your free to do as you please, daddy is still very much in charge and will still spank you when your misbehaving...do you understand little girl?..." You just sighed sniffling you was tired to tired to even try and argue knowing that it would be futile you wasn't going to get any answers from him.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy"

It had been a week since Fletcher had visited. One week since you’d made the deal and one week days since Stephan had disappeared. You hadn't really been around Henry to ,much over the past week he had lots of meetings and phone calls. From What you could gather he had began changing locations and combing through his empire searching for bugs and stuff. You wasn't sure on details he caught you at the door once and that had swiftly ended with you over his knee in the office being spanked into hysterics then being stood in the corner pinning a penny to the wall with your nose holding your skirt up so he could 'admire his handy work'. You cringed at the memory your bottom tensing at the thought. Apart from that you don't really see him which is a god send in a way he was also to preoccupied with other things to touch you to much. You mainly saw him in the morning and evenings. Hearing raised voices from the office just beyond the sitting room. Henry was shouting at Luke again. No one knew where Stephan was but from what you over heard they had wheedled out another undercover agent, you wasn't sure what happened but Henry seemed pleased with himself over it. Suddenly the door opened and Luke staggered past dead on his feet moving down into the garage. You tilted your head to Henry who stood by the door sighing. He looked relaxed very happy...Maybe this was the time to ask him about it...See if they had any idea of where Stephan was...Who he was? over the past week you couldn't shake your doubts about him and the relationship you'd begun to build. the more you thought about it the more questions you had. And the more you began to question your feelings especially about Henry. It was concerning, you found yourself justifying his actions. You was starting to truly Question if he had taken you to protect you from Fletcher...If Fletcher was willing to sell you for his debt things could have been much worse you if you hadn't gone to Henry... You dread to think where you could be now. He also seemed to want to protect you from Stephan who you decided was just using you for cover and would only end up breaking your heart in the end. You blinked at the screen. The other terrifying reality was you had missed him this past week, you were isolated in this house and without Henry around it was really getting to you. It was late in the afternoon and you had spent the day watching films on Netflix in the living room. Trying to ignore the many questionable men and women coming in and out of the office. You looked at him as nudged Kal away and he took a seat beside you on the sofa rolling his sleeves up his arms.

"Hey love...What are you doing?" You moved the tablet showing him the screen coseying up to him below his arm as it settled across your shoulders, you took a deep breath breathing him in then stopped yourself.

"Watching stuff....Can...Can I ask you something?" he raised a brow at you has hand cupping your shoulder and looked down at you taking a deep breath.

"You can but it just because you ask doesn't mean I’m going to answer.." he finished with a grin then looked down at your face noticing how it had dropped as you swiped your your new tablet back to the home screen.

"Come on little one whats on your mind?" you sighed taking a breath. then face him for a second your breath hitched in your throat sometimes his looks just hit you, making your heart begin to jump in your chest you looked down flushing shaking your head going to flick back on your tablet only for him to cover the screen with his huge hand prying it from you.

"Now now don't be like that love, you remember what does daddy say about pouting?" you flushed again knowing exactly what he wanted to hear, you sighed trying to look down and hide yourself only for him to pull your face up again.

"If I don't stop pouting you'll give me something to pout about.." he nodded giving you a gentle kiss on your head.

"Good girl now tell daddy whats going on in that mind of yours" you sighed and twisted facing him fully. and opened your mouth a few times trying to figure out the best way to bring this up, you didn't want to set him off again you steeled yourself swallowing down your anxiety.

"I-I erm...I just wanted to know if..well I was wondering if you knew just wh-who Stephan was yet is all.." his frame grew rigid he blinked then opened his mouth then decided against what he was going to say, his eyes closed and his jaw clenched trying to compose himself. Then his eyes snapped open harsh and burning trapping your own gaze.Oh shit.

"And why would you need to know that little lady? Are you planning something little one?! Tell me your not still hoping he will come and whisk you away from me?! is that what you want?! for him to come and try to rescue you? to fall in love with that lying little rat?! When you have me?! and I finally have you...You are not going anywhere princess your mine or have you forgotten that?!" you tensed gasping as his voice got deeper carrying more weight with each word. You quickly started shaking as he pulled away from you sitting up taller his eyes grew wild as they darted across your form. You swallowed seeing the frantic madness in him coming to the surface, you needed to pacify him and fast. You leaned forward grasping his knee.

"N-No nothing like that I promise...It's just Ive been thinking a lot over this week..." you grew more worried as your words did not have the desired effect. He growled gripping your bicep holding it tight, you didn't wince or pull away you knew he would read to much into it. instead you sat there before him trying desperately to close the can of worms you had just opened.

"NO! Not like that...Please-Please Daddy I don't mean...H-he lied to me and..and he was using me I know what we hav-HAD wasn't real I-I see that now I just wanted to know who he was, Who he worked for to bring it home...For closure...Then I can move on..I don't want to think of him anymore but I cant stop wondering" that seemed to have helped as he took a deep breath his hard eyes softened and he let his grip on your arms loosen making you sigh in relief.

"Yo-You don't want him to come get you? you know he doesn't love you? he doesn't! he can't no one can love you, not as much as i do you know that don't you? that I love you so so much you are my world,Mine the most important thing in my life" you took a slow breath at his desperate words, his views and words still frighten you and these dark turns are still a worry. But you find yourself able to navigate them easier each time he has one. You swear he is schizophrenic or something, tho not as violent as they had been in the beginning they still happen at the slightest of things. you forced what you hoped was a convincing smile ready to butter him up praying to god this next line helps rather then hinders.

"No...I don't want him to come get me...I'm yours Daddy, your little girl...I agreed to stay here..I'm sorry, I just don't want him to haunt me when I'm trying to move on...With you...Ive missed you." It works, you can see in his face how his eyes sparkle and his jaw hangs slack suddenly your pulled in tight his arms caging you to his massive frame.

"Oh baby girl...Daddy is sorry...I'm so sorry I snapped at you I should have known!.. My precious little one! of course your finding it hard to move on...That boy has really messed with your head huh? tricking you like he did, leading you on...Your okay now I promise I won't let him hurt you ever again" he moved back cupping your face in both hands then kissed your cheeks his gaze was calm full of understanding and wonder. you sighed nodding to him know full well that it was best to agree. he tugged you up onto his thighs with a soft grunt puling you forward, you put your weight on your knees either side of him hovering lightly thee skirt you wore offering no protection from him what so ever. if he noticed your hesitance he didn't comment on it to wrapped up in himself as he tugged you closer making you gasp as your center came into contact with his bulge. You hissed whining as he pressed you harder onto him chuckling making him smile.

"Oh Sweetheart I know...I've missed you two but daddy is doing everything he can so we can stay together...I love you little one and as much as it pains me to be apart from you I do still have an empire to run hmm?" you blushed as he groaned a little moving you by your hips making you rock onto him.

"But fuck baby girl your so hot...I can feel you through my trousers" You gasped clutching his arms trying to make him stop as he let his head fall back bucking up into you coming to life below you. He laughed moving your skirt up your thighs making it rest high and shuffled down leaning back on the soft cushions tugging you down onto his chest by your wrists. He spread his thighs wider the with the sole purpose to force your legs to part further your body slide down his erection now pressing into your lower tummy. Once he had you laid across him he hummed into your ear holding you close before slowly letting a hand slither down your back sliding over your ass and cup the apex of your spread thighs below you. You tensed as he did this trying to pull yourself up.

"Ah Ah shh shh that's it baby don't worry Daddies got you...I wont let you fall love...Oh I know I know princess." you whined as he moved his fingers slowly over you grazing the pads of his fingers across your lips teasing the delicate flesh making you look around the room making sure no one was going to walk in on you. He sighed watching you for a few seconds then tilted your head to him.

"Hey eyes here pet...that's it...I'm sorry I haven't been around but luckily everything is now sorted out and we can spend our days together again...No no look at me princess...that's it good girl" you arched up as his fingers wandered forward capturing your clit in two fingers pulling and rolling it until making your walls flutter to life rocking down and forward unsure if you was trying to dislodge him or move him into a different pattern. he smiled tilting his hand so his thumb ran across your slit as he continued to manipulate your little bud. You twitched trying in vain to close your legs. but your thighs were no match for his as he held firm using one hand to gather your hair tucking it behind your ears as you bit your lip rocking against his wicked hand feeling you coat his thumb as he smeared it across you.

"Ah-AAHH F-fucK! PLease..pleEASE DA-oh god" you closed your eyes as he worked you up into a frenzy your cried gasping choking on air. Pressing the side of your face to his chest panting as he tilted his hand quickly rewarding your weeping center with two thick fingers knuckle deep holding them still. Groaning as your heat swallowed him rippling around him smiling he just kissed the top of your head, you quivered over him panting out small breathy whines. He got to work bringing his other hand to one of your thighs rolling the soft flesh massaging you as he scissored his fingers back and forth inside you. Then he began dragging them in and out making sure to open you up as far as he could with the digits, changing his angle slightly each time pressing on different nerves. You jumped yelping as the pads of his finger tips skimmed the soft patch of nerves that he has become accustom to stroking. He grunted winding his free arm around your waist  then used as much strength as he could, pinning your torso to his own need then quickly started pounding his fingers into that tiny spot of nerves bouncing you faster and faster making your tummy rub him through his own clothes sighed and grunting he started bucking his hips up to you. He hissed closing his eyes concentrating on the sounds you made, from the smallest of gasps as your breath got stuck in your throat to the louder more erotic moans and cries that his fingers forced out of you. He groaned louder joining you making your own duet of lustful cries. he hissed as he tensed his arms your tummy trapping his head between your torsos he moved his wrist hearing the wet slaps of his hand against you in a furious rhythm, definitely ready for another. he added a third finger and began curling them making you arch almost painfully tensing your legs trying to wriggle away from him when they pressed harder and harder to your weak spot.

"AHH UGHFUH-FUCK NOnoOnoOO!...PLease not-NOT HERE PLEASE DADDY!"  he grunted in response a you sat back up only to curl back down into him mouth open over his shirt crying out trembling. Trying to hold your release not wanting to leave any evidence in such a public room in the house. he slowed a little but only for a few short seconds as he moved another finger extending it making every stroke torture as the digit rolled over your taught clit. You clenched trying to hold back but couldn't finally grunting louder than you meant to as you rocked desperately onto his hand tears streaming down your face as your climax made your body cramp , nerves burning and shuddering as he forced you to melt across his hand. panting you  fisted your hands in his shirt shivering whimpering into him trying to catch your breath. he moved his hand away wiping your own release on your back letting it seep through your blouse you blushed and sobbed feeling your own warmth heat your back in puddles.

"Such a good girl...so good for me my love...OH look at all of that hmm? you really have missed me haven't you?..I promise I wont leave you alone this long ever again.." he moved you to sit up with one hand you looked down seeing the clear puddle below you on the floor and sobbed harder shaking your head at him embarrassed.

So wrapped up in your own mortification you hadn't realized what he was doing. his hands crept to his trousers with a few quick tugs ha was free standing tall and proud was quick to guide your hands to his raging erection. you jumped gasping trying to pull away but his grip was tight.

"Shh shh that's it little one...It won't take long here...Just hold it gently like this" he moved your reluctant hand making you grip him at the base then looked at you nodding to your other hand expectantly. You swallowed looking down at him still panting every so often trying to hold your breath. you met his eyes again and he smiled nodding to you.

"Go on...The longer you wait the longer we will be here" you looked down.He was firm and hot in your hand, you could feel his pulse on your palm from the thick veins that climbed across the flesh from root to tip, he was thick your hand felt tiny holding him. Slowly you took a deep breath wanting to get this over with. You just knew he wasn't letting you anywhere with out finishing him off. Moved your other hand to hold him above the other. your reward as a beaming smile. you blinked at him then slowly gave an experimental squeeze making him groan and bring his legs up a little quivering. At first your movements were light, slow then he intervened making one hand grip him tighter moving you faster. Then through his head back praising you closing his eyes.

"Here like thii-OH FUCK!" he swore as you tightened your fist watching your hands as his thick head dripped precum over you hand. It was hard to pull your gaze away forgetting about him as he through his head back moaning loud and grunting into the room. Not willing to miss this he moved his head resting the side of his face on the back of the sofa watching you through half lidded eyes. you blushed when he watched you, not your hands. Your face as you moved faster with both hands. You licked your lip watching his lips form a perfect 'o' then biting his lip as he began moving again thrusting his cock into your palms. You shook your head and paid attention to your hands telling yourself you were watching him to try and see what would help get this over with quicker, but in all honesty you needed a distraction from his handsome fucking face. Watching the way the head of his cock was getting a deeper color going from pink to red and fading fast into purple as you stoked away at him. How his cum came through thicker creamier as you worked it up and down on him. You enjoyed the way he bucking into your hands and clawed at the sofa watching his length slid through your palms finally, just as you thought his crown was going to go blue he swore loud grunting and thrusting into your hands.

"UGH F-FUUUCK YESyesYESFUCK B-BABY DONT STOP! UH UHAAGGH!" his moments through you for a second but you was quick to, on reflex you squeezed him tighter so he wouldn't slip away from your hands making him growl at you as he released across himself. you squeaked as he shot his load drawing a line across your chest making you freeze and cringe. he panted looking to the ceiling in a daze a lazy grin across his lips. You blinked looking around for something to wipe his cum from your top. Before you could move he laughed forcing you to lay down on him again ignoring your protests making you lie flush against him dragging you up to his face as he panted. then moved his face to you neck kissing you.

"Thank you Little one...Daddy really needed that..." you whined against him wanting to run to the shower feeling dirty and sated all in one. he took a deep breath in then stood up slowly on shaking knees cupping your ass then nodded to you.

"Put daddy away and we can go upstairs and have a nice hot bath together...how does that sound baby?" you whined making him raise a brow at you grabbed him quickly but he hissed

"Fuck careful baby you've left daddy sensitive...Play nice...that's it slowly god girl.." slowly you moved his cock tucking it back into place and zipping him up choosing not to delay, the longer it was hanging out the worse you will feel about what just happened and you just wanted to forget the whole thing. he smiled kissing your cheek then moved around the sofa heading up the stairs.

Stephan growled out loud as he walked away from his handlers office. They still said they hadn't got enough evidence on Cavill even with everything he found out about you.or should he say the little he found out about you, you'd been kidnapped by him that much was clear but he couldn't prove it. The closest thing he had to proof was that you hadn't boarded a plane. Coincidentally all cctv of the police station around the time of you and Cavill’s arrival and departure was gone. The paperwork was all gone as he didn't press charges and no arrests were documented on your record , there was no record of his car being impounded either. Someone on the ground as covering for him. Someone high up was on his payroll. So he couldn't help you not only that but his handler was pissed at him, him going off on one had lost them a valuable spot in the investigation he was now benched for a week, stuck on desk duty as punishment for fucking up. He was now to risky to use in the operation and worst of all he couldn't do anything to save you for the time being. He was out unless he could find a rat, someone to double cross Cavill, finding someone that stupid was as rare as hens teeth. So here he was hands tied by bureaucrat bullshit and red tape all because he cared enough to try and find out something, to actually do something!.

He stomped out of the small house being used as the HQ for the sting. And made his way down the road to his new accommodation a cheap b and b on the outskirts of town. Cheap and cheerful and most important of all out of the way.  Threes days....It had been a whole week since he saw you with Henry. The image of you burned into his head. Terrified crying he could see you wanted help and now with how his own investigation had gone down the drain he was afraid that no one not even the collaboration of FBI, CIA and MI5 could save you now, this man. Monster. Was just to cunning, to clean he was ahead of the curve on every aspect and as an agent all he can do for the time being is watch and pray Henry slips up or god only knows what was going to happen to you in the mean time.  

[thebloggerbloggerfun]

Replay

Listen: I run camera for football games sometimes and you're just on headset listening to what's going on in the truck and this fic is inspired by one of the student directors we just had. It was a great night.

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“Hey, camera two - can you stay wide please? Yeah, right there. Perfect. Kevin if you have replay on that fumble I’ll take it.” 

“Yeah I’ve got replay on camera one ready to go, Dean.”

“Ah, nope. We were just on camera one and I don’t want the same shot. Never mind on the replay - keep rolling and ready camera two - take two. Beautiful pan, Anna. Keep that coming. Aaaand zoom in slowly… not too much… ready camera three… take three.”

“I’ve got a replay ready on three if you need it!”

“Don’t offer me something I just took, Kevin!”

“Aw…” 

“Okay, is wireless up again? Camera five are you working? Just nod up and down if you can hear me - excellent. Go and get me some crowd shots if they make a touchdown, here. If you can get me a shot of an angry coach I will propose to you on the spot - hey don’t you shake your camera at me Benny, I am a goddamn catch.”

“Does Andrea think you’re a catch, too?”

“Silence, button pusher. Take camera two. Okaaaaay, ready camera one for the play aaaaand take camera one. Camera one. Why isn’t it going live?”

“Sorry! Button was stuck.”

“Thank you, Charlie.”

“I’ve got a -”

“Kevin, I swear to god if you offer me a replay from camera one -”

“... I don’t have a replay.”

“Alright it’s fourth down, folks. Give me drama. Camera five do you have - oh take camera five! Great shot, Benny. Love the crowd, there. Again, if you can get me a coach reaction…”

“- Dean will become your side-hunk.”

“That implies I’m not already. Ready camera two again and… take camera two. Hey, camera five have you got - is that the coach? Charlie look, is that the coach?”

“Coach Novak? Yeah, dude. Do you want to take him?”

“Hell yeah I do.”

“....Do you want to take the shot.”

“Oh, shit - yeah ready camera five and take it, please.”

“Dean.”

“Yep.”

“We’ve got a game to broadcast, you know.”

“The viewers aren’t gonna be mad about staring at him for a little bit longer - look at that jawline. It’s very nice when he’s yelling.”

“They’re about to play.”

“Alright, fine. Take camera two and ready camera three, but I’m not happy about it. Take camera three.”

“I’ve got a replay of -”

“Better not be camera three, dude.”

“No, it’s of the coach yelling.”

“....Kevin? I take back everything bad I yelled at you in my directorial rage. Just uh, yeah you can play that in the preview for a while if you want. Ready camera two. Take camera two and get ready to roll for break. How long is this break?”

“Two minutes!”

“Thank god. I need to cool off. Is he the head coach?”

“You didn’t look up these teams at all?”

“Of course not. I don’t care about the sport - just the story. Aaaand roll for break.”

“Break is rolling. And yeah - he’s head coach.”

“Nice. Camera three I need you to crash focus - you’re coming up a little blurry and can somebody please google coach Novak and tell me if he’s single.” 

“He’s single.”

“Not for long.”

“Yeah, I’m sure thirsting at him from a broadcasting truck is gonna work.”

“Stranger things have happened, you know. Like Kevin getting a decent replay.”

“Look! I can’t help the angles!”

“Yeah, yeah - excuses. Okay, coming back to camera two in five, four, three, two - take it. Great and the announcers are talking about the coach so, in a totally professional way, if camera five could get me another shot of Novak… and also his phone number….very nice. Great shot, thanks camera five - you’re killing it.”

“Don’t get Benny’s ego up too much, Dean.”

“For that shot? He deserves it. Follow. That. Coach. I’m just kidding, Benny. Go forth and do your job - but keep in mind that every shot of the handsome coach is another opportunity for a raise. Alright. Everyone ready for the final minute? Here we go.”

***

“Great work everyone. Charlie - excellent TD. Kevin? I give you a lot of flack but the replays you give me are a precious commodity. Anyone else got any concerns or questions they want to talk about? Charlie?”

“Yeah, have you looked at camera five recently?”

“Uh, game’s over so no - holy shit he’s looking into the camera. Damn - his eyes are blue. Benny, I have no idea how you can stand being that close.”

“What’s he holding?”

“He - what does that say? Is that - Benny - Jesus Christ! I didn’t mean an actual phone number. Stop zooming in - I’m going to have a heart attack! What did you tell him? Goddamnit I wish you were micced right now - when you get back I’m gonna -”

“- be too busy texting Castiel Novak a congratulations on his win?”

“Ah - wait - fuck! Benny, I didn’t write it down! Get the paper from him or -”

“....um. I’ve got a replay of it?”

“Kevin.”

“....yeah?”

“You’re a goddamn gift. Somebody. Please. Let me see that replay.”

[dukeofriven]

From An Old Internet Veteran: Go, and Sin No More

I wish I could explain to young people how wild the internet was as it went from the ‘weird niche thing for lame nerds’ irrelevancy of the early 90s and the “Boy This World Wide Web Thing Sure Is Nifty”-style painful optimism that describes 97% of Western Culture between 1994 and 2002 to the ‘Mad Max But Statistically Less Australian” culture that was the internet from 2002 to around 2010. I come neither to praise this era of internet nor condemn it. I merely want understanding. I cannot polish a lumpen pile of rape jokes, Chuck Norris glorification, “ironic” racism, and numa numa fat shaming and say that it’s misunderstood comedic genius. Trash is still trash even if it wins a bunch of Emmys. But at the same time I cannot take you with me back to the 90s and get you to feel, on a visceral level, what it was like to live in a place where Bart Simpson was both promoted as a real and present danger to the moral upbringing of the world’s children and was named by Time magazine as one of the most influential icons of the 20th century. And because I cannot do that I cannot get you to understand how freeing it felt to be on the internet in that Mad Max era. Ten years before a yellow boy shouting “Don’t have a cow” while doing a pathetic kick-flip on a chunky skateboard was considered the potential downfall of humanity’s children, but now you could make something so risqué that the old-guard stuffed-shirt in 1994 would have died on the spot, his brain unable to consider anything so outside his moral world view. I cannot easily make you understand a time when nobody just said whatever it was they wanted, not just because they had no platform to do so but because the rigidity of social convention was so strong. Nobody ever had hardcore lesbian sex on Northern Exposure on prime time television. Nobody on the X-Files ever died by having their head smashed in a car door repeatedly like a melon until viscera spilled all over the pavement. You could not have made Game of Thrones or Steven Universe in 1995. Forget the graphics, forget the budget, you simply couldn’t do or say any of that on television for either kids or adults. The Mad Max internet changed that - changed the very firmament of what was acceptable in media for every genre and for every demographic.  Is this a good thing? Not particularly. Is this a bad thing? Not particularly. If this sound frustratingly ambivalent that’s because it is: were we to go back and do it all again, knowing all that we know now, would we do it the same way? No. But then, we would not know all that we know now had we not learned it by making the attempt in the first place.

This poor comfort for someone who dives into some 2006 webcomic with a reputation of a Legacy Touchstone and finds it full of ‘jokes’ about their gender, or sexual preference, or the liberal use of the r-slur, or a kind of hyper-suburban comedic racial ignorance. I am not here to argue that that had any value merely because it was transgressive. But the same space that opened-up to let such ugly things out also opened-up places for marginalized groups to made themselves known, groups who never before had such public voices.

Imagine an apocalypse. Imagine society rebuilding in the ashes. Imagine how many false starts and missteps there would be and you begin to understand just a little of what that period was like. It was embarrassing. It was cruel. It was childish and stupid. But in living through it we grew up. Or, at least, those of us capable of growing up grew up, and learned, and learned to be better - learned what better was. And then we built new places where other people could learn too - and spread the gospel of being better. One of the things that always irritates me when it comes to young people talking about the past is the unexamined privilege of knowledge being at your fingertips. It’s more than just everyone carrying a wireless-internet connected computer in their pocket at all times. It’s more than just a Wikipedia with hundreds of millions of articles and a reputation for fact sourcing. It’s more than just a Google that works. If you never experienced it you cannot imagine what using WebCrawler was like in 1995 against Ask Jeeves in 2005 against Google in 2015 - or even Google between 2005 and 2015. Most people don’t go around thinking about SEO and search engine algorithms but maybe we should because anyone who wants to go “this info’s been on the internet since day one so people have no excuse not to know it” disingenuously argues that information search and retrieval has been consistent across the decades. There was a time - not all that long ago - when to look something up on-line involved getting the tacit agreement of everyone in your household to lose the use of the sole telephone for as long as you were web browsing. There was a time - not all that long ago - when ‘looking something up’ was to burden everyone around you with inconveniences, and while you were doing your web searches there was no guarantee what you wanted could be found with the primitive technology of the day. Do you know how much I’ve learned since joining Tumblr in 2011? On a fundamental level, both about myself and the make-up of our species in terms of social conception? I recently went through a bunch of old posts, removing those with broken links and meaningless content, but also shit that just embarrasses me now - mostly opinions from a period where I hadn’t yet had a chance to learn because the spaces in which to learn it did not yet exist. It’s not just things like communities for [demographic X] - it’s things like “communities for [demographic X] with an ability to broadcast their voices and have platforms able to network their ideas and audience halls able to receive them and a search engine to guide people to that community and a basic understanding that the community even exists in the first place.” And this does not even begin to touch on internet access, something that even now is not a universal thing, and for which getting angry about people’s ignorance reflects a bias all its own. I say all this because I think that a core tenant of cringe culture is a myth of universal access to knowledge and universal awareness of one’s own ignorance. I look back on old posts of things I said and I cringe with self-hatred - cringe enough to rip them down and stuff them in the trash. “HOW DID I THINK THAT?” and “HOW DID I NOT KNOW?” But why should I have known - what, in my life, would ever have put better ideas across my desk? That I can meaningfully speak now about privilege and intersectionality and historiography is because between then and now I was put in a place to learn these things. I was exposed to ideas that I had never before been exposed to, and was given the grace to learn. I am tired of the expectation that every aspect of our past selves should be held to the same standard as the present. (Yes, to all the disingenuous bad-faith trolls out there, I obviously and of course am advocating for complete and total uncritical pardon for everything in the past ever. Were you a neo-Nazi ten years ago? Water under the bridge without question because that’s obviously, obviously, obviously the sort of extreme outlier case I am talking about good on you for being clever enough to notice.) But for the non-dipshits out there who understand how to read without injecting insincere hyperbole into every argument, I want us to be kinder to our past selves when we have learned to be better. It’s okay that you used to like Sherlock - there were genuinely fun things about it, and it’s okay that you didn’t possess an expert grasp of post-graduate feminist critical theory when you were 21. Or 31. Or 41. More concepts of academia have filtered into mainstream consciousness than ever before - and in saying that we should remember the corollary that ten, twenty, thirty years ago that was not the case. We knew less, had access to less, and were exposed to narrower viewpoints than we are today. It is unfortunate - but it was not our fault, and we cannot easily blame ourselves for it any longer. Nothing makes my blood boil more than seeing people taking umbrage that... oh, Farmer Joe McSmithHead of Buttnut, Alabama in 1963 was ignorant of internal Chinese politics and said some untrue things about Chinese Communism. But the only thing Farmer Joe had to tell him of the outside world was a radio that played country music, a TV with four channels and strict content guidelines to only show pleasant, moral, and god-fearing content, and the three books in the Buttnut library, two of which were the Bible. There have, and will always be, certain moral lines so obvious that people of any era should always be held accountable to them. But above that, in the more trivial space of media consumption, absorption, and critique, we have to learn to be more forgiving - to ourselves and to others, so long as in the present we have changed. Did you use the r-slur a lot because it was practically a form of punctuation on 4chan and that’s where you learned the ways of the internet? Did you learn the harmfulness of this practice and cease to do it? Then I do not condemn thee - go, and sin no more. Did you and your friends used to make jokes about how Mexicans smelled because you saw Seinfeld do that in his standup and the whole TV laughed as though it was funny? Did you realize one day ‘wait a minute that’s actually super gross’ and stop repeating it? Then I do not condemn thee - go, and sin no more. Have you gone back to a beloved childhood property and found it’s full of woman-beating and weird views on homosexuality? Did you find yourself able to critique this beloved thing and did not defensively double-down on shielding it from all harsh words? Then I do not condemn thee - go, and sin no more. I will not allow us to dismiss the cruelty and hurt of Mad Max Internet Culture with a flippant ‘well that’s just how it was back then” but nor will I allow anyone to condemn us all as being consciously unfeeling, willfully ignorant, purposefully hateful. Some of us were. But some of us did not know, could not have known, needed to learn - and we were lucky enough to live in a time before cringe culture and cancel culture where we were allowed to have that opportunity to learn and grow. We need that today, for all young people who think themselves as woke as can be and ten years from now will look back and blush with shame for things they said and did in total ignorance. The sin is choosing to never change, not failing to change sooner.

[kiruuuuu]

Oneshot in which Thermite, Bandit and Kapkan, uh, deal with the... unusual aftermath of a mission. (Rating T, supernatural shenanigans, ~1.5k words) - written for @r6shippingdelivery​! 💗

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It starts out entirely innocent.

Well, maybe not really since raiding a White Mask lab intended to research biochemical warfare is inherently not innocent at all, but the quiet week afterwards is – Thermite is recovering from a graze shot, Bandit broke a finger and Kapkan got stabbed, so they’re out of the mix and don’t have to worry about clean-up duty or chasing the terrorists over several continents. Instead, they laze around at base, throw popcorn at each other, gossip and waste time. Worrying about their teammates is second nature but it becomes significantly more bearable with the impromptu barbecues Thermite keeps initiating, the sips of vodka here and there which Kapkan provides and the innumerable activities Bandit thinks up to stave off boredom.

Still, Thermite wasn’t prepared to wake up one morning with the two operators sitting on the bed opposite him and staring into his soul. With a heartfelt curse, the American jolts upright, heart racing and mind already providing the worst case scenarios. “What happened? Did anyone die?”

Bandit softens a little (which is an unusual sight) and shakes his head. “No, everything’s fine. …Well, mostly.”

This doesn’t bode well. “What’s up? Why are you here?”

“Promise to not tell anyone and promise not to scream”, Kapkan demands quietly and Thermite nods straightaway. He’s always up for being let in on a secret and though he might not be the best one at keeping it when he’s loose and relaxed and drunk, he tries his best.

Before his eyes, Kapkan disappears.

Thermite screams.

When the blackness fades again, Bandit is holding him down with a look of concern and amusement. “That was about my reaction too”, he informs the still thrashing Thermite casually. “Only I didn’t throw pillows at him.”

Kapkan, now again fully visible, scoffs. “You threw a knife. As if I could be defeated by that.”

“What the fuck”, Thermite breathes and shakes the German off to rub at his face. “What the fuck, Maxim. Can you -”

Next to him, Bandit holds up his index fingers and turns them into fucking Tesla coils or something because suddenly, there’s lightning arcing from one to the other and the electricity makes Thermite’s arm hair stand up.

He screams again.

“The White Masks are fucking with things that should’ve been left unfucked”, Kapkan grumbles while Bandit struggles to calm down an agitated Thermite. “My guess is that our injuries allowed some shit in the air to react in our bodies.”

Wait.

“Wait”, says Thermite. “Are you saying -”

“Try it.” Bandit nods encouragingly. “It’s a bit like flexing a muscle in your temple. At first, it was really exhausting and hard to do, but we’ve already become better at it.”

Because he’s still too dumbstruck to second-guess his friends’ words, he obliges. There really is something, almost like a new limb or one he never felt like this before, and like Bandit said, it’s hard to isolate. He closes his eyes, focuses and tenses the new addition to his body, tries again and again -

And then the smoke alarm starts going nuts.

“Shit”, Kapkan mutters and defeatedly eyes the burning mattress next to him.

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“We can’t let anyone know.” The disembodied voice follows the soft sound of footsteps around the workshop. Thermite is trying to burn HARRY SUX into the surface of one of the old tables, yet his control isn’t advanced enough and so the first three letters only end up spelling out GAY. Bandit is charging his phone and looking horrendously smug. “They’re gonna cart us off and treat us like zoo animals. So let’s keep it low, shall we?”

“I’m definitely telling my boys”, Bandit objects. “They’ll be dying of envy, Mark especially.”

“No. No telling. Do you want to end up dissected on some mad scientist’s table?”

“Shouldn’t we at least tell Six? In case the White Masks have injected themselves with this stuff and gone Hulk.”

Kapkan is silent for a moment and makes Thermite jump when he accidentally brushes against him. It’s still horribly uncanny. “All the material has been reviewed already. Doc would know if the formula to this… whatever it is was among the intel we recovered. You likely blew it up, Jordan.”

“From all we know, this doesn’t protect us against bullets anyway, so we’re good. As long as they don’t manage to use these abilities to put on a circus show so distracting we forget to do our jobs, I think we’ll be fine.” Bandit turns the overhead lamp into a strobe light which gets old after about four seconds.

“So that’s it? We just don’t let anyone know and never use this shit?” Thermite can’t believe it. He’s become a real life firebender and Kapkan is demoting him immediately.

“I mean – I never said we wouldn’t use it.”

.

The next week is the best of Thermite’s entire life so far.

He learns how to make crème brûlée purely so he can caramelise the sugar on top, constantly ignites Kapkan’s vodka shots and has no trouble heating up his food anymore. He develops the precision necessary to burn single words off a page and to turn up the heat until he can melt metal, does a few failed experiments trying to form glass and eventually makes his own out of sand and annoys both his friends by making cutlery unusable.

Kapkan figures out how to make other objects invisible and thus forces the other two to remember the exact layout and furniture of every room on base lest their toes suffer some more, and he causes them to sharpen their hearing if they don’t want to end up covered in yoghurt again. When he realises his invisible form isn’t bound to his normal physical shape but more bendable, they start smuggling him into public places in a bag and then watch other people’s confusion when they walk back out together. They also eat like kings after Kapkan wrestles a deer while invisible.

Bandit makes light switches and electric plugs obsolete, powers the coffee machine from his bed whenever he’s lazy and texts them to bring him a cup, fries his phone in a demonstration of how fast he can charge it and manages to type on a keyboard without using his fingers. He realises he can hotwire vehicles without messing with cables and has to be deterred from stealing an admittedly fetching Lamborghini they spot one day, but the highlight is him going outside during a thunderstorm, hands outstretched towards the heavens, disregarding the rain, and yelling against the thunder until lightning strikes him directly.

All three of them are in awe and horror.

“We can’t let anyone know”, Bandit reiterates and tries unsuccessfully to flatten his wild hair.

.

The next day, the others return. Making up excuses becomes second nature.

“I microwaved a grape earlier, that’s why it’s broken”, Kapkan lies in passing and gracefully accepts the bollocking which follows.

“I must’ve dropped a cigarette, that’s why it’s burnt”, Bandit lies casually and shrugs at the lecture he receives.

“I was watching a film, that’s what you must’ve heard”, Thermite lies easily and dismisses the concerns about a ghost on the base.

And then, a few days later, Thermite organises a barbecue, starts preparing everything outside while humming to himself, singing along to the small wireless and taking a sip of the beer Ash brought him from the States, and he’s content, relaxed, and unfocused. While lighting the coal, he juggles a little with a flame, makes it dance in the air and eventually spell out his name, and then someone gasps and the sound of something shattering echoes between the buildings. A single glance tells Thermite it wasn’t only the glasses Dokkaebi was carrying but also his dreams.

She’s white as a sheet.

“Neat magic trick, huh?”, he tries lamely.

.

Harry has his head in his hands.

“When were you planning to tell me?”, he wants to know quietly.

“Well”, says Kapkan. “You know”, says Bandit. “Actually”, says Thermite.

“Talk to Doc. Explain it to him. Get a thorough check-up. Report to Olivier, James, anyone who might have more information on this. And please, please don’t go out in public or blow anything up.”

.

It fades. As fun as it was, it’s a bit of a relief for everyone involved because it makes their lives that much easier. Doc can finally sleep again after researching himself silly, the worried glances from their friends and teammates stop and they don’t have to hold back anymore. That was the worst part: living in fear of accidentally causing harm. All three agree it’s for the better and go back to their usual routine, sighing in annoyance when they have to switch the television on manually, but going back is a lot easier.

And when Bandit sometimes smokes despite having forgotten his lighter, and when Kapkan’s phone has a suspiciously long battery life, and when Thermite knows a little too much about how Fuze’s date went, they still don’t tell anyone.

[hillnerd]

FIC- a radical brother

The night Sirius decides to run away as a teen, from Regulus's perspective.

rated pg-13 for language    Words: 2336   A03

Their yelling had been going on for weeks, but this was the loudest he had ever heard it. Usually he just closed his door, turned up the wireless, and tried to ignore it; but this time, his curiosity got the better of him. He opened his door and crept up to the banister. From his landing he could see the shadows of his family displayed across the wall, illuminated by the fireplace.

"-and it makes me sick!" he heard Sirius yell.

Father muttered something Regulus couldn't hear. The conversation continued on for a while, and Regulus couldn't hear anything but the occasional "What?" or "No!" thrown in by Sirius. Regulus was not sure if he should risk being seen by climbing down the stairs to listen, but when he saw a small chair crash out of the den into the hallway, he had to know what was happening. He went down two flights, and from there he could hear Sirius yell:

"You're insane, the lot of you! You can't do this! My whole life is at Hogwarts!"

"We can and we will," said Father. He sounded angry. Angrier than Regulus had ever heard before.

"You're always with those blood-traitors and mudbloods. They keep planting immoral thoughts in your mind! They are nothing but filth, and we can not let our eldest son sully the Black name by associating with such fanatics anymore." Mum started crying. "You used to be such a good boy, and now you've become one of those mudblood loving radicals."

"They are not radicals."

"Oh yes they are! They are trying to upset our traditions, and take over our ministry, and destroy everything we pure Wizards and Witches hold dear! It's a war, Sirius, and you are supporting a sect of people that is brainwashing you! They are filth that need to be eradicated!"

"Can you actually hear yourself?"

"These radicals-"

"They're not radicals, you are!” Sirius snarled. “You just keep going on and on about 'purity' this and 'filth' that, but you're just scared because you know those muggleborns and half-bloods are going to be the future. The world is changing and they're part of it. Our 'pure blood’ is all going to be worth nothing and should be! They're here to stay, no matter what you and your lot fucking do!"

"You forget your place, Sirius," Father growled. "We're sending you to Durmstrang! That's all there is to it."

"Fat fucking chance!"

"That language he's using is just more of their filth, Orion!" his mother yelled. "You never spoke like that until you met those muggle-loving heathens! My eldest son-"

"I AM ONE OF THOSE HEATHENS!" Sirius bellowed. "I love muggles! Hell, I might even go bang one tonight so I can have little mudblood progeny to bring you on your birthday. You like that, Mum?"

A sudden 'smack' echoed in the hall. Regulus stifled his gasp as best he could. He heard Mum start crying in great heaving sobs.

"I just w-want my little boy back," she said in between breaths. She must have gone to touch Sirius, because he jerked away into the hallway.

"Don't you touch me. I'm fucking done," Sirius growled in a menacing way, before he turned and started walking up the stairs.

Regulus quickly ran back to his room, hoping no one noticed him eavesdropping. He closed his door, holding the knob so it wouldn't click. He settled down with his back to his door. None of this felt like his family.

Why couldn't Sirius just learn to shut his mouth and stop flying off the handle. Was he happy now? His mother was crying, his father was the angriest he had ever heard, and they were even threatening to send him away, all because of that mouth of his. No wonder he was put in Gryffindor. No Slytherin would be dumb enough to proudly spout off the way Sirius did. He was probably laughing to himself about how he had 'shown them!' What an idiot.

Regulus heard Sirius's footsteps as they reached the landing. Usually after one of their fights he would storm up the stairs, stomping his feet to emphasize how mad he was, and then he would slam his door so hard that the windows in Regulus's room would rattle. This time his footsteps were barely audible, and the door was shut with a small thud.

Regulus went to his desk to pick up his wand and cast a quick spell to overhear Sirius through the wall. He was not muttering to himself, or throwing things, or yelling. Regulus was not sure, but it sounded like Sirius was crying. It felt indecent to listen to his brother cry. He had not seen his brother cry more than a few times and all those times had all been well before Hogwarts or due to severe injury.

He was not sure what to do. Should he leave Sirius alone? Go in there and talk to him? Neither felt very comfortable. It was not like he and Sirius were particularly close.

When they were very young they only had each other for playmates. Well, he had Kreacher as well, but Sirius never much liked the elf so did not deign to play with him. When Kreacher was unavailable, and they were small boys, they would play with each other all the time. His brother would always stick up for him. When their cousin Bella would try to scare him, Sirius was there to defend him- though he usually would end up scaring Regulus too, it never seemed as cruel natured as Bella's taunts.

He remembered how Sirius would show his dumb bravery every time they would get in to trouble. One time Regulus bounced a ball onto the hearth and knocked over a priceless vase. Sirius wouldn't let him get in to trouble, and Sirius was the one who received a paddling, and was sent to bed without supper. Sirius never did rat out Regulus.

Ever since Sirius had gone to Hogwarts, things had begun to change. He had new friends. They were all radicals, who put no stock in being pure-blooded, which was absolute rubbish, as all of them except Lupin were purebloods. They had all the privilege of growing up pureblood, but pretended it didn't matter- the hypocrites. Sirius did not have time for his brother any more. They had barely talked the last year or so. And every time Sirius was home, it seemed all he did was fight with Mum, lately even involving their Father.

He had to admit, Sirius still occasionally looked out for him. When no one was about, a rare feat indeed for the popular Gryffindor, he would deign to talk to Regulus. It was never about anything of consequence, but it felt nice being acknowledged by his older brother. If only he was in Slytherin, then none of this would have happened.

"Come on, James! Are you there? Hello, hello? Dammit!" came Sirius's voice through the wall.

Perhaps his brother had a psychotic break and was talking to himself, but Regulus doubted it. What was he up to? Was James outside on a broom or something? How could Sirius have contacted him so quickly?

His curiosity thoroughly piqued, and his unwelcome sympathy for his brother becoming overwhelming, Regulus decided to tickle two dragons with one spell and see just what his brother was up to.

He gave a perfunctory knock before opening the door. Sirius was on his bed and quickly hid something shiny under a pillow, while wiping at his face with his other hand. His back was to the door.

His room was every bit as gaudy and unappealing as it always had been, with glaring Gryffindor colors, posters of scantily clad Muggle women on the walls, and pictures of Potter and his lot on the wall. Regulus hovered on the other side of the bed, not really wanting to see the tear stained face of his brother.

"What are you doing in here?"

Sirius sounded thoroughly defeated.

"Checking on you," Regulus said stiffly.

"Yeah right. More like satisfying your curiosity. 'What's that crazy muggle-loving brother of mine up to?'" he said with a wet inhale through his nose.

Regulus could never have been a Gryffindor. They were far too keen to say the things you're never meant to say. That, and their colors were nothing short of decadent.

"I don't think Mum or Dad would ever really send you to Durmstrang, if that's what is upsetting you."

"They've already put down a deposit and set up a port key for August, Reg," Sirius said with a snort.

"If you were to just take down this Muggle garbage and shut it for a few weeks, maybe they'd reconsider, then," said Regulus impatiently.

He had never known anyone more stubborn and idiotic than his brother. They had been threatening him with being shipped off to Durmstrang for years, now, and all he had to do was shut his trap and stop baiting them.

"Honestly, Sirius, I know you enjoy rebelling, but this is just out of hand. What's the purpose of all this? You keep antagonizing Mother and Father, and then seem genuinely surprised when they lash back."

Sirius let out a bark of a laugh.

"You honestly don't know shit. You don't get it at all. They support that Voldemort freak, throw benefits for 'the pureblood cause' and are just a bunch of racists, really. How can that not get you even slightly galled, Reg."

"I support the-"

"Pureblood cause. You're completely brainwashed by them, and don't even know it."

"Just because I agree with them doesn't mean I'm brainwashed. I've read plenty of articles from both sides of the argument. I came to this decision on my own."

"Sure you did," said Sirius with a derisive laugh.

"Stop laughing at me! That's your problem. You think everything is just one big joke. Putting up those posters and strutting around like you're proud of being a Gryffindor. It hurts Mum every time you start in with that crap, and you don't even care." Regulus marched up to Sirius and spun him around. He let out a small gasp when he saw Sirius's face. There was a bruise forming on it, and in the center of the bruise was a deep scratch bleeding down the side of his cheek.

"What?" asked Sirius, before going to the mirror. And inspecting his face, wincing as he gently poked his cheek bone. "Shit!"

"Does that hurt?"

"Of course it hurts, you sod," Sirius bit out.

"Maybe I can help."

"Fuck off, Reg" said Sirius, pushing past him and grabbing his school trunk. He started opening drawers and stuffing belongings into it.

"Don't you think it's a little early to pack for Durmstrang? Look, if you just try, I bet you can fool them into thinking you've changed your ways. I can help you."

"I'm not a coward!" Sirius growled nonsensically, slamming the door to his dresser.

"It's not cowardly to make sure you get to stay at Hogwarts no matter how. That's just smart."

"Only a Slytherin needs to make those kind of distinctions... Look, I'm not going to pretend to be something I'm not, Reg. I'm through with all of this shit. I'm leaving."

"Don't be daft," Regulus said with an incredulous laugh. Sirius just looked at him with the most somber expression he'd ever seen on his brother's face. A reeling panic settled in his stomach. "You can't mean that. You're just sixteen! You don't have any place to go."

"I'll find a place."

"With what money?"

"I'll get a job."

"Where?"

"I don't know, ok?" said Sirius, his eyes starting to get watery again. "But I can't be around these people any more."

Regulus took a step back, holding his breath. Sirius might as well have cursed him. He felt a hollow grow within in his chest.

“I’m one of ‘these people’ you’re leaving,” said Regulus, his voice a studied calm.

Sirius looked at the floor and gave a shrug.

They stood in front of each other, neither able to find the words to say to each other. Regulus suddenly felt his throat grow tight, and knew if he stayed much longer he might put on an indecorous display of emotions.

“Then… Then go… Stay with Potter or whoever… I don’t care,” Regulus let out, before turning away and slamming the door behind him. He went to his room and curled into himself, his back against the door for the second time that evening.

His eyes burned with tears, but he wiped at his face and stubbornly refused to let them fall of their own accord. If Sirius cared so little about him, he would be damned if he’d care about his brother. He slowly got up, purposefully comported himself to calmness, changed his clothes and went to bed.

The next morning he pointedly avoided Sirius’s bedroom. He had no desire to talk to his brother right now. Maybe they could discuss all this nonsense later. Perhaps he needed a different tactic to change Sirius’s mind, or maybe he could discuss it with their parents and help them see that Hogwarts really was the best place for Sirius to finish his education.

He went downstairs and could smell smoke in the air. He looked around for its source, then saw it wafting from the family tapestry. Where Sirius’s name had once shone alongside his own, there was now a smoldering hole.

Feeling a real of panic, Regulus immediately ran up the stairs, willing it not to be true. Sirius would be there, sleeping in as always, they would have a row about Reg invading his room, and it would all go back to how it always was.

He didn’t bother knocking, before opening Sirius’s door. He hoped to hear brother’s protest, but heard nothing at all. The room was silent. The drawers were empty. The closet was empty. Sirius’s trunk was gone.

His brother was gone, and he’d never be back again.

A/N- If you liked it, let me know :)

[crystalelemental]

FE Fates Replay - Part 3

When we left off, we were ready to make the decision between the Hoshidans, and the Nohrians.  On one side, our peaceful blood relatives, who have finally been reunited with you after all these years.  On the other, the people you’ve grown up with, who serve a mad king that seeks only to subjugate other nations.  Now...we must choose...

The decision between the two is interesting.  Based on the Nohrian events at the outset, we’ve been given a glimpse of what the kingdom is like on the inside, and then we’re shown how brutal their tactics can be once we join the Hoshidans.  The Hoshidan segments prepare us for the inevitability of the choice, and frame things as a matter of which family you are siding with.  That’s an important distinction.  It’s not a matter of your ideals.  Those are never in question.  Regardless of whose side you’ve been on, Corrin remains true: she seeks to protect people, and create a peaceful end for both sides.  The question is, which family do you belong with?

The Hoshidans seem convinced that you are meant to be with them, by virtue of blood.  But really, what is family anyway?  Yes, they are your “true” family, for whatever value that has.  But what have they done as your family?  Mostly, they’ve just tried to assure you that, although you’ve been raised in Nohr, you are one of them.  Hinoka has a pure display of emotion toward Corrin, but beyond that, they offer almost nothing else.  Compare that with the Nohrian siblings.  Xander, your older brother, who helped you train, day after day, so that one day you could leave the tower you were kept in.  Leo, risked his own head defying your father, just to help you hold to your ideals.  Elise, who visited you every day and kept you company in your imprisonment.  Camilla, who looks out for you and the other siblings.  Though the few chapters we had with them, we’ve seen how devoted they are to you, and the bonds you share.  Comparatively, the Hoshidans offer nothing other than “the truth,” that you are part of their family.  There are no bonds, and Corrin herself remarks on how she feels nothing toward these siblings outright.  Though your blood relation is there, your bonds are in Nohr.  The reason to side with Hoshido is your ideals, the path that fights directly for peace, and doesn’t involve dealing with Garon at all.  But the game has insisted that the choice should be based on which family you belong with, and that being the case, the choice should be obvious.  We side with Nohr.

“But what about the true route?”  Shhh!  Later, okay?

When you pick Nohr, it politely informs you that you won’t be getting extra experience or gold.  That’s funny, because I have the DLC, so I assure you I will not go without.  “I thought you wanted to maintain the difficulty of the game?”  Yeah?  I’m not gonna power level, but I want my money.

Anyway, the Hoshidans are devastated, and Ryoma goes on a lot about how it was your destiny to be on their side, and the Nohrians must have brainwashed you or some shit.  This is honestly the point where we should just turn around and leave, but instead, the Nohrians are insistent on fighting.  If they leave, the Hoshidans might think they’re scared, or worse, might think that Nohr coerced you into joining them.  No, we have to fight to show them that Corrin picked them over the Hoshidan siblings!  ...guys.  Guys, this is really petty.  Like...really petty.  I’m starting to have second thoughts.

I will note that, if Corrin fights with certain siblings in this map, you get a bit of extra dialogue.  I didn’t get Hinoka’s dialogue with Corrin, but Takumi’s is mostly him being like “I knew you’d betray us.”  Yeah, I guess even Takumi saw how boring his family was and knew I’d go back to the cool kid’s club.  That said, your dialogue with Sakura is fucked up, man.  Sakura can’t even fight, you run up to her and she’s like “Corrin, are you really going to fight me?”  And Corrin just goes “No, I just...need you to take a long nap...”  I know you mean knocking her unconscious, but damn, that’s harsh.

After the conflict, Azura tells you that your choice can’t be undone, but you’re sure to see each other again.  Jakob arrives and tells you he’s been looking for you.  You also run into Lilith.  Jakob’s confusion here is great.  Anyway, this brings us into My Castle for the first real time, and we can start setting up.  You know what that means!  The entire rest of this is going to be me VIOLENTLY COMPLAINING about My Castle!

Fuck this goddamn shitheap.  I hate it.  I think half the detriment to gameplay is right here, in this fucking place.  Let’s start with the worst: artificial resource collection.  There are 12 resources and 10 kinds of food.  Resources are used to upgrade your weapons, with different weapons needing different types of stones.  The stones, I believe, are separated into 6 for Nohr, 6 for Hoshido.  You need a veritable assload of resources to forge one weapon, and the level you can forge is pretty low.  You also need copies of said weapon at the same level, in order to forge up.  So you may be wondering, if I’m playing Nohr, and money is tight...how do I get the resources for this?  Short answer: you don’t.  Forging is so goddamned expensive you can’t realistically do it without the DLC.  More importantly, you only get one unit of resource from your own castle, and only of one type.  To get others, you need to go to other castles with wireless features, and do all that.  Then, you can also get bonuses for how often you visit or battle the other castles.  Oh, and the cap is 9999.  So...good luck with that, I guess.

“Wait, battle?” you ask.  Yes, you can battle other players in their castle!  Finally, Fire Emblem has PvP!  ...kinda?  The other team is AI controlled, so it’s not proper PvP, but they’re trying, I guess.  Anyway, what’s really funny is no one really does that.  PvP in this kind of game is stupid.  Why?  Because when you win, you can buy a skill from your opponent at a discounted rate, if you have the same character!  So, remember having to choose an alternate class for Corrin at the start of the game?  Let’s take my choice, Samurai.  Samurai can learn Vantage.  However, by choosing this path, I locked myself out of, say, Knight class, so I can’t get Pavise.  I can rectify this by going to the castle of someone who did pick Knight, and learn their Pavise skill by beating their castle, and they in turn could get Vantage by beating my team.  Now, put on your thinking caps, kids.  What is most valuable for everyone: setting up a proper fighting team, or setting up your units to be far away from the Seize point and letting them just run up to capture it?  The second, obviously.  They get skills, you get more visits from people who want things from you, and everything is great.  If you actually defend your castle?  You’re an asshole, and are what’s wrong with society.  Now this also creates other issues.  Marriage options in this game allow you to reclass to the classes of the person you married as well.  This means that, in essence, you can get every possible skills on any unit, depending on your pairing choices.  So finding people who chose differently is imperitive.  But there’s no way to find people who chose differently with any sort of reliability, so you’re sunk.

Now, the flipside there is that Awakening didn’t have this.  You had the classes and skills that were inherent to you, and nothing else.  I do like the idea of better balancing the kids and adults by expanding what the adults can learn, but the problem is that this whole process is tedious.  The only way to find those other skills is to locate someone online who is sharing their information, hasn’t updated their castle since sharing that information, and is apparently in the same country as you.  But more importantly?  Half the enjoyment of this kind of system is that units don’t play the same.  But now...they kinda do.  Anyone can be anything, but certain skills are definitely better than others.  There are certain combinations, but mostly you keep to a few tried and true configurations and don’t deviate.  So when you randomly go to castles hoping maybe someone will have Nyx with something unique, they tend to all have the same characters (lords or kids), and generally have the same skills throughout.

That said, there is one hysterical outcome of this, and that’s hacking.  Apparently, they didn’t think it would happen to them, or just weren’t prepared, but people immediately found a way to hack Aptitude onto every character in existence, and it spread like wildfire through this system.  So in a way, for anyone who is anti-hacking (which should be no one, but I know better), this system allowed everyone to be a cheater!  Even when you didn’t directly cheat, you still have cheats on!  Hell, even Hoshidan Unity is floating around all over, and I’m pretty sure that was an exclusive skill too!  Anything can be anywhere thanks to hacking, and this unnecessary system!

Then we have the Dragon Points, which you need to upgrade facilities.  You only get them from clearing maps and visiting other castles.  It’s another slow resource you need a lot of, because eventually you get statues of your units that, when created, increase their specific boon stat by up to 3 points for everyone who is well-supported with them.  So have fun farming dragon points out too!  Technically, you can do a bunch of these things at once, but it’s astonishing how, in a game all about quickly going from map to map and figuring out the strategy, their best idea for a central hub was a location that required you to stop actually playing the game for hours to farm materials.  Brilliantly done.

And this doesn’t even get into the controversial areas.  Prison is one, where you can capture enemy units and convert them to your side through...apparently torture?  I’ve heard that some lines suggest rape as torture, but I don’t know that for sure and I am so not willing to find out.  I don’t think Prison is actually necessary to improve, so I won’t even be building it.  Oh, right, fun facts: you need to upgrade some of these facilities to their max to recruit specific characters.  Flora won’t join you unless you have Fire Orb at rank 3, for some fucking reason.  I’m all for hidden characters, but that’s just obtuse.

The other is the most notorious one: the face-rubbing minigame.  I...god, what the hell were they thinking with this?  Guys, it was only cute in Pokemon because you want to give your little pupper Growlithe head pets.  They’re animals, and you’re petting animals, as is good and proper.  But these are humans, and you’re inviting them into your bedroom to stroke their face.  The US version got rid of it for your general cast, and only allows it for your wife/husband choice, but that’s...really not any better.  At all.  This mechanic never should’ve been in the game in the first place.  It’s creepy and uncomfortable, and I hate knowing it’s there.

I’m sure there will be other things for me to complain about, but for now, that’s all that immediately comes to mind.  The short of it is, I hate My Castle.  It was a terrible idea that does nothing but stall out gameplay for far too long, and completely invalidated the concept of making people choose a sub-class in the first place.  Half the fun should’ve been working with the pairings to get the shared skills to work in some combination, and instead you just play My Castle until you have the access to things.  Which costs money, so good luck with that.  I know, I know.  I can always play without those elements.  But the fact that they exist at all, and that I need tremendous amounts of resources just to forge weapons or upgrade the facilities here, means I may as well get skills while I’m doing it.  “Why don’t you just not forge weapons and use the stronger ones as the game progresses naturally?”  Ooohoho, friend.  Buddy.  Listen.  That’s another shout-fest for another day.  Safe to say, there’s a damned good reason you can’t just do that.

Ugh, this is making me irritable.  I think I’m gonna sit the rest of the evening out on this one.  If I’m gonna be fair to the game, I can’t be this riled while playing, so next part tomorrow, because tomorrow is, thankfully, a holiday.

[dtuiugxstug]

rosie here, back at it again with my lil ball of existential pain, XENOPHILIUS LOVEGOOD ! his intro isn’t as long and as whole assed as remus’s but you know what we’re getting there and i think that fact alone perfectly sums up xeno’s character. same again, if u want some cute ass puppies or if u want to plot, give this post a cheeky lil like and i’ll come annoy you <3 *x files theme*

✧ ░ .·° PARK HYUNGSIK, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ❞ / ah, yes, XENOPHILIUS LOVEGOOD seems a fair bit paler than usual. the TWENTY ONE year old RADIO SHOW HOST is said to be SYMPATICO + ASTUTE yet CAPRICIOUS + DISTRAIT. you would never see the PUREBLOOD + RAVENCLAW alumni without HIS HORN RIMMED GLASSES. rumour has it they saw HIS DAUGHTER BEING KIDNAPPED in their future, which might be linked to their allegiance to THE NEUTRALS.

xenophilius lovegood was always too much

he was either too loud or too quiet, too bold or too timid, too much or not enough. pureblood pairings were destined not to work, he quickly realised. both sets of families would always want different things, and it was always going to fall back onto his shoulders to be everything all at once

it didn’t take long for his parents to separate, living in opposite ends of the expansive lovegood estate, maintaining the image of happy families for the rest of society but never having to see each other if they could help it

xeno felt so utterly ignored, and he surprised himself by finding that he loved it

he only ever had to interact with each one of his parents perhaps once a day, and became extremely good at adapting his persona to satisfy their needs in their son, and he was content to sit back and let his parents give each other the cold shoulder while he had full run of the place

by the time it came for him to join hogwarts, the tension in the household had become unbearable. what’s more, by the time has was thirteen, the rift between his parents had affected their public appearance, and it caused them to become strained and awkward around each other, so much so that they had been dubbed ‘mad’

it didn’t help them that their son, the happy ravenclaw, was a weirdo in their eyes, caring too much about the strange and the extraordinary rather than taking an interest in the family business

becoming a potioneer like a long line of lovegood men had before him didn’t interest xeno at all, and when he expressed this to his father one day in his fourth year, his dad stopped talking to him

he doesn’t really have it in him to care, however. he’s happy how he is and doesn’t want to compromise that by bowing to his dad’s commands

his favourite past time above any at hogwarts was ghosthunting. he would charm the common room wirelesses to broadcast him going on the search for ghouls and demons every saturday night on his show: ‘I CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S NOT HAUNTED!’. he got such a thrill out of it, and people seemed to like it, that he decided to carry on after hogwarts with a show of the same name, travelling around the country to notable haunted spots to scope them out, encouraging his listeners to ‘stay spooky!’

the vision of his future has thrown him. the fact he has a daughter hasn’t thrown him- in fact, he’d nothing short of delighted and excited, but he can’t fathom out how he could let such a thing happen. coming from a family that were dead set on being dissapointed in him, xeno can’t imagine putting another child through that. does he become like his parents? does he ever find her? the unanswered questions are keeping him up at night, and he hopes that, when the event finally arises, he does the right thing

random facts holla

xeno is , a weirdo i love him

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t fit in. And I don’t want to fit in. Have you ever seen me without these stupid pacman socks on? That’s weird.”

honestly my boy is such a conspiracy theorist but like , is such a shit one. he debunks every single theory he finds with an even more ridiculous one honestly. the moon landing ? a ploy to distract the world from the fact celestina warbeck was pregnant with a secret love child

he will actually talk to anyone ??? annoy the shit out of anyone ??? but he’s extremely good at changing his personality to appeal to everyone’s best nature, so it’s hard to really tell if you’re getting the real xeno or not

will fight with anyone about anything

he’s so useless at practical subjects at transfiguration and potions but he looooves history of magic, and not just because his teacher was an actual ghoul but because it genuinely interests him

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There is Creativity in a Concrete Jungle

I was late. I’m rarely late! I overslept my alarm, so I woke up in a panic and couldn’t find anything I needed to get ready. I usually leave all of my stuff right by my bedroom door so I can find it in the morning, but I guess I didn't do that last night. In a drunken fury, I must have tossed my bag wherever it was convenient because I couldn’t remember its location this morning if my life depended on it. I almost misplaced my lanyard with my student ID, TTC student ID, and metropass. Together all of those items would cost about $200 to replace! I am so grateful I found it wedged between my twin bed frame and the wall. Glad to see half of my brain is working.

Mind you, I couldn’t catch a break today if my life depended on it. By the time I was ready to leave my house, I missed not one but two streetcars westbound into my job. I live in West Queen West area, which isn’t that far from Liberty Village, yet my trip still took an hour! Not to mention the fact that the streetcar was so crowded at the front but almost entirely empty in the back. After I wedged my way between all the assholes at the front, I found one last seat left. It was right in the back at the far right corner, which wasn’t so bad. I just naturally had to step over an enormous unattended pile of bags that had been shoved in the same corner. It didn’t look hard, and I had headphones in, so I just went for it. 

“Don’t do that,” I felt someone push me into the seat as the streetcar jerked to the side. Is someone trying to say something to me?

“I’m sorry?” I took off my headphones and looked at the woman sitting next to me, holding onto one of the many bags from the corner.

“Don’t touch my stuff!” She yelled back to me.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to touch any of your stuff. I just saw the empty seat and went for it,” I replied with a soft tone. “Sorry about that.”

“You stupid bitch, DON’T TOUCH MY STUFF!” She raised her voice while looking slightly away from me.

“I won’t, don’t worry about it.” I bowed my head before I put my headphones back on. I do not need this today lady!

It was only five stops, but it felt like an eternity. I jumped off the streetcar, dodged one car, and hopped back onto the street. I wonder how my shift for Nuit Blanche will go. 

I’ve never worked a shift during Nuit Blanche, I’ve only ever been to it. It’s the coolest thing about Toronto. Once a year, in the first weekend of October, the entire city becomes a Mecca for Toronto’s art scene, it’s amazing! Regular buildings you never get access to become these weird stages for the strangest art installations imaginable. When I was a teenager all my cool hipster friends would attend Nuit Blanche and I would just stalk their Facebook pictures the following week. I always wanted to be one of those girls with the coolest pictures from Nuit Blanche. Now as a 20-year-old adult I can go all by myself and it’s great.  As an adult, it’s legally acceptable for me to be both out at night by myself and drunk in public now and that my friend is sick. 

“You’re late,” My boss Chris shouted from the bar as I pushed my way through the front door of my cafe. He had a stern look on his face and his arms were crossed. Is he mad at me or looking for an excuse to flex his muscles in his tight white t-shirt? I can’t tell.

“Yeah I’m so sorry I overslept my alarm, and I missed the first streetcar getting here,” I responded.

“Are you joking? That shit is too good to be true. Don’t you live like 20 minutes away from here? The point is you were late and you didn’t call the store. What the fuck is up with that?” Chris snapped back. 

“Oh, um I didn’t think to call the store I didn’t know I was supposed to. I’m sorry Chris,” I looked down and dropped my arms. Now I’m starting to feel uncomfortable. Did I actually fuck up?

“Next time call the store when you’re late don’t be an asshole and leave everyone else hanging. If you do I’ll fire you,” He started to chuckle as he walked past me. “Put your shit down and get the hell out here. I want to go for a smoke break.” 

“Yes sir!” I shouted back and ran downstairs. I do not want to make him anymore mad today.

I rushed down the tiny crooked steps and turned the corner to the change rooms. The ceilings are always lower in Toronto shop basements and ours is no different. Our ceiling is about 5′9″ on a good day, and I always forget that. I threw my bag onto the corner of the bench, grabbed my apron and shoes from my cubby, and flew upstairs tying my apron as I travelled. 

“Hi, sorry again for being late, but did you see them setting up for that installation next to the park on the east side near those townhouses? I saw the windows of an old building were out and there was water gushing from the side of the building. I wonder what that is about,” I tapped Chris’s hunched back as he stood distracted by the illuminated iPhone clutched in his hand. “Where do you want me on the floor?”

Startled he jumped, “Yeah um, can you take over for me at the counter. Ring people in and make their drinks while I go have a smoke. Rachel should be here soon and when she does just get her to help you out on the bar.”

“Ok sounds good. Can I change your music?”

“Are you going to change it to that gay shit again?”

“There is no such thing as gay music unless you are counting music made by gay people as gay music. Indie music is not ‘gay’ music.”

“Yeah, whatever just make sure you put back on the jazz when I get back. We’re trying to get rich white ladies in here, not those poor hipster kids you call your friends.”

“Rich white ladies? That’s why you’re staying open tonight? On the night most poor hipster kids will be roaming around exploring art in Toronto? Yo are you dumb?” I asked with a thick Toronto accent.

“Ok, you can drop the Toronto accent and just do your job. I’m going to go have a smoke,” He turned and pushed the door to the back and walked through. Thank God he’s gone. I ran to the music and changed it immediately to my indie music playlist. Grimes’ “Oblivion” came on. I listened intently to Grimes' hazy voice. 

I never walk about after dark

It’s my point of view

I tossed my head back and forth to the music before I heard the front door open. It was a customer. I turned down the music. 

“Hi! Welcome to Adoration Cafe!”

The tall thin man looked up at me and smiled before looking around the room, “Uh yeah do you guys have a bathroom in here?” 

“Yes we do, it's in the back corner just past those tables,” I pointed towards the back. Is he going to go do drugs in the bathroom?

“Thanks dude.” He kept his hands in his black skinny jeans as he slinked towards the back. 

It felt like he was in there forever. What did he do, clog the toilet? Even when I did that at the Tim Hortons in Chinatown I had the decency to tell them! No, who am I kidding I ran out of there with my tail between my legs!

After about 20 minutes he waltzed out with a lightness to his footing. My God, what did he take? 

“Thanks again man really appreciate it. Cheers,” He nodded his head, this time reeking of weed with his hands in his back pockets instead of his front. He lifted the heels of his checkered Vans before he walked towards the front using his body to gently push open the door.

I followed his movements with my eyes. Once the door closed behind him I darted from behind the bar. Did that dude just smoke in our bathroom? There is so much space to smoke outside. It’s not even that cold out yet. I hope he didn’t smoke in the bathroom, I’m sure Chris will find some reason to be mad at me for that. I don’t know how but he’ll find a way. 

I opened the door to a smokeless room. What? I scanned the room for evidence. The room didn’t smell of smoked weed but it had an odour to it. I looked around. Nothing left by the sink or behind the toilet. I looked in the garbage. Nothing but wads of toilet paper. I pulled down the changing table to find tiny flakes of dried green leaves sprinkle on the cream plastic surface. Bingo. I used my hands to scoop as much off the plastic table before I wet a piece of paper towel and patted the surface dry for any future children who need the changing table. 

“What the hell are you doing?” I heard a voice coming from the doorway. It was Chris.

“Someone was in here and I think they just rolled a joint but forgot to clean up the evidence on their way out,” I explained. 

“Well hurry the fuck up with that and get back to the bar it shouldn’t be left unattended. Honestly, who cares about what is left on the changing table?” He said in passing as he walked back towards the bar. 

“Shouldn’t you care if you want rich white women to come to this cafe? Especially if they bring their kids?” I asked as I followed behind him.

“Fuck no, they can leave their kids at home. This cafe is for hot couples who want to hook up, young entrepreneurs, rich white women, and people who are actually talented from the arts scene and looking to make a name for themselves.” He clasped his hands together as he grinned.

“So you do care about the poor hipsters! I knew it,” I teased him. “Have you heard anything from Rachel?” 

“No, I haven’t. She hasn’t called the store since I was gone?”

“No, she hasn’t.” I repeated him.

“Fuck. Did you girls plan this? This is bullshit. Give me that phone.” He extended his arm and gestured to the black landline. “I’m going to call this girl.”

“Um ok,” I handed over the wireless phone and walked away from him and towards the espresso machine. I’m just going to practice my latte art while it’s quiet. 

“Bitch,” He muttered under his breath as he hung up the phone. “Rachel says she can’t come in because she forgot she had a shift so she made other plans. Does she know how a job works? I’m going to fire her tomorrow.” 

“Are you supposed to say that to me?” I looked confused.

He ignored my question as he walked towards the back. “Okay well since that is happening I’m going to go call other people and see who can come in because there’s no way I’m fucking staying till close.”

“Does that mean I can keep my music on?” I called out to him before he left.

“Yeah, Sarah do whatever the hell you want I don’t care. Just don’t fucking leave the bar for dumb shit.”

“You got it sir!” I shouted back with a hint of exaggeration.

I waited at the bar anxious to help a customer as the sun set. I know it always gets so much darker this time of year yet somehow I am always unprepared for its arrival. It kind of feels similar to my period every month if I’m being honest.

I looked outside at the people running around the former epicentre of Toronto’s manufacturing industry.  Now it was just a neighbourhood with hollowed-out factory buildings slowly being filled with generic businesses and quirky coffee shops like ours. The only difference was tonight it was filled with artists and curious onlookers. 

“Excuse me, hi.” I heard a voice calling me. I turned my head to see a customer just out of my view. I jumped.

“Shit- Sorry I didn’t see you there! What can I get you?” 

“I want a quad ristretto Americano with extra space,” He replied with a twinkle in his eye. I think I know what he’s doing.

“Oh, you need lots of space in there… for other stuff?” I sarcastically chimed back.

“Yes of course,” He looked at me with a frown of disdain. Okay, we won’t make any more jokes then.

“Is that everything for you?” He nodded while maintaining direct eye contact so I continued, “That will be 4.25 then.”

He handed me the exact change and I cleared the register. No tip eh? Rude. He walked immediately to the bar with his head in his phone. I took my time as I walked towards the espresso machine to make his drink. What’s this guy’s deal?

“So how’s it going? Are you seeing the sights at Nuit Blanche?” I asked.

He jerked his head up quickly with his eyebrows raised as if he didn’t expect me to interrupt his time scrolling through what looked like Facebook, “Um yeah I’m here with some friends, we wanted to see Brendan Ferandes’ sound and light show. It’s called Future Perfect. It’s a giant installation of shipping containers meant to address the trauma of migration, displacement and change.” 

“Sick,” I nodded my head in excitement. “Well, you enjoy it man here’s your drink.”

“Thanks,” He smiled as he took the cup and walked out. 

“Ah-hem!” I heard someone shout from the register. “We’re waiting!”

I turned to see two high school girls waiting impatiently by the cash. I could tell they were high school girls because their voices were shrill and they dressed inappropriately for the weather. I was like this in high school, only ten times hotter.

“Sorry guys!” I walked towards them taking my time. “What can I get you two?”

“What do you have that tastes the least like coffee?” High school girls also ask dumb questions like this. Not to be rude, I’m just making an observation.

“I would say a latte is probably best.”

“Wait! Do you have that hot chocolate coffee thing?” The shorter girl asked.

“You mean a mocha?” I looked at her confused while slightly annoyed. “Yes, we have those.” 

“Can I get one of those and also one of those brownies with the salt on it?” She jabbed her dirty finger into the glass of the display case. I winced, I hate when customers do that. 

“Yes, is there anything else?” I asked.

“Yeah um can you hurry the fuck up?” A voice shouted behind them. Who was that? I looked up to see a lineup had started and trailed all the way out the door. My heart skipped a beat. How did that happen so quickly? I was only talking to these girls for a minute.

“Yes...of course…” I spoke softly as I slowly stepped towards the back door. “Just one second!”

I ran to the back shouting at the top of my lungs.

“Chris you better get your ass up here we have a lineup out the door I can’t help everyone by myself I will die!” 

“Yeah alright, Sarah I will be up in one second. Just go back out there!” He hollered from the office.

Go back out there? Easy for him to say! He will flip when he sees how many people there are. God, I hope I survive this. I took a deep breath and stepped behind the bar. I managed to serve a good portion of the line by myself before Chris came to help out, typical boss behaviour. 

“Go stay on the bar. I will take the orders at cash, I’m great with the ladies,” Chris put his hand on my shoulder before he assumed his role at the register.

“Hey, um you do know there are dudes in that line too!” I walked towards the bar and proceeded to foam milk like it was no one’s business.

We cleared the line with minimal complaints. I think everyone was too high on drugs to really notice how long they were standing in line. Besides Nuit Blanche is mostly line-ups anyway so it probably didn’t feel that different for most people. 

Before we knew it we cleared the line. All 40 unexpected guests in under an hour with only two people. I’m pretty proud of us.

“That was great! Man, I never thought we were going to make it through all of those people.” I let out a sigh as I walked towards Chris at the front. 

“Yeah it’s a fucking miracle,” Chris pipped back as he pulled out his phone. “Listen Sarah, I was able to get Imogen to come in and close. She’s doing us a huge solid because she never works on the weekend so make sure you are really good.”

“I’m not 12 Chris, I can ‘behave’ for her. I’ve worked with her before” 

I heard the click of the door open.

“Imogen! So glad you’re here. We were just talking about you. Thanks again man for helping us out.”

“Did you seriously think you could handle closing the store on Nuit Blanche with just two people working? The entire night? Are you joking Chris?”

“Listen I didn’t think those hippie freaks would all come out in droves for espresso alright. If you want another person to close the store with you, be my guest. Good luck trying to find someone on such short notice.”

“I have more pull than you do. I’m going to put my stuff down and start making some calls. Most likely it will be Jess who comes in,” She sauntered towards the door. 

Oh Jess cool, I’ve worked with her before.

Chris kept his eyes glued to his phone before he looked up to respond to Imogen, “Alright well since you girls have this handled I’m going to get the hell out of here.”

Chris grabbed his leather jacket from underneath the counter before he tossed it over his shoulder. I stood stunned as they both exited at the same time from opposite ends of the room.

I guess they just expect me to stay on the floor by myself indefinitely. Without a break too. Cool thanks guys, great teamwork we have here.

“I guess it will just be me for the next little while,” I muttered to myself.

“No I’m still here and I want a refill,” A bald older man stood over the counter with a ceramic mug in his hand. It was our laptop regular Bob. I always forget about Bob in the back. 

“Nice to see you too Bob,” I sighed as I took his cup and walked towards the bar to make him another drink.

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Jungkook x Reader | Please Stay

Genre: angst, fluff

Words: 1,9k

Author’s note: So I had this idea in mind for a few days and tired to build a story around it and that’s what came out eheee, hope you’ll like it. &Sorry for my bad grammar! 

„Don’t you want to know how her blind date was like?” Your friend asked Jungkook, who just put the capsule into the coffee machine. You turned your head around and waited for his reaction, but he just looked over to you and your friend, sitting on the couch.

“She’s old enough to see whom ever she wants.” He said quickly before escaping into his room with the coffee. “He totally still loves you.” Your friends said, after he closed the door behind him.

“Stop it already. He doesn’t.” You waves with your hand to get that thought out of her mind and then sipped on your coffee as well.

Your blind date was horrible to be honest, but your mother wanted you to see men from time to time and concentrate on getting your life together but that wasn’t really what you wanted. You just did meet new people to please her and show her that you try at least. But it’s hard to get to know a new man if you’re living together with your ex.

Your friend’s gaze rested on Jungkook’s bedroom door. “What is it?” You asked her. “Isn’t it strange to live together after all this time?” You eyes flashed. “No. Not really. I mean ... of course it’s strange somehow, but we’re friends and want to save money so why not?” Your friend frowned at your words. “It’s strange.” “It’s not.” You said shortly. 

After your friends left, you wanted to spend the rest of the evening snuggled up in a load of blankets and watch some movies, while eating popcorn on the couch. You watched the corn pop inside the microwave and slowly moved along to the music that played in the background. 

“Is that my playlist?” Jungkook was suddenly standing in the kitchen as well, looking at your phone that was connected with the wireless speaker. “Yes, it’s really good.” You turned around and to see him all dressed up. 

“Are you going out tonight?” “There is this party at Taehyung’s place tonight, don’t you remember?” He looked up. “Shit that was tonight?” You frowned. “Hmmm but if I’d go there I would have to wear something fancy and wear some makeup, right? Is it really worth it?” 

Your look wandered to the ceiling, while the popcorn in the back was already finished and the smell took in the whole room, making it even harder for you to decide whether to go out or stay at home. 

“Did you buy flowers?” Jungkook tore you out of your thoughts. He pointed towards the big bouquet that was standing on the table. “No, the guy from the blind date gave it to me today.” 

“That guy?” He raised one eyebrow. “It wasn’t that great.” You admitted while making a silly face. “Was it that bad?” He moved on and grabbed his jacket. “Not totally, but you know … He just wasn’t that interesting and talked the whole time about his cats and that was kind of scary.” “His cats?” He started to laugh and you had to laugh as well. Ok, it was really funny. 

As the laughter trailed off you sunk into your thoughts again. “Why do I always have to date such losers?” “If you ever tasted the jackpot, I guess it will never be the same.” 

“What?” You said quietly, not loud enough that he would hear it. Jungkook did tie his shoes and said that without even looking at you. What was that all of the sudden? You watched him dress himself. He waited at the door for a second before turning around. 

“Know what, come with me. Taehyung invited you anyway, right? And I know that he would love you to be there.” You were still confused about what he said earlier that you didn’t get his words at first. “Get changed quickly, I’ll wait.” He added, while mustering your outfit that was basically just a shirt with sweatpants. 

“But my popcorn.” You said. “Are you kidding me? You can eat it tomorrow, now let’s go. Let’s have some fun!” He suddenly got super hyped about attending that party. He went closer to you by dancing silly and grabbed your hand. “Come on, it’s been a while since we danced together.”  

“Ok then.” You finally gave in and changed quickly in your room. You didn’t want to let him wait to long, so you just put on mascara and brushed your hair. It wasn’t the best you ever looked but it would be enough for a party at your friend’s house. You came out of your bedroom with two different pairs of shoes in your hands. 

“Which one?” You asked Jungkook that sat on the couch as he waited for you. His expression changed. His smile vanished as he looked at the two pairs that you held in the air. Jungkook didn’t need a second to decide. 

“The ones I bought you.” He said quickly. Shit, you thought. Now you just realised. It was a pair of shoes that he bought you for your second anniversary. It was a nice pair of high heels of a rather expensive brand that you wanted for so long. You just nodded and slipped inside them. It wasn’t like you weren’t allowed to wear them anymore but it was a special night you got them and being reminded of it wasn’t easy for the both of you.

 “Okay let’s go then.” He grabbed our hand again and dragged you after him.

You could hear the loud music already in the staircase. Jungkook pushed the door open for you to Tae’s apartment and the smell of pizza and alcohol welcomed you. It was full, more full that you thought it would be. 

“How does Taehyung even have so many friends?” You asked Jungkook, who hung up your jackets. People were dancing in the living room, chatting in the kitchen and some were playing videogames sitting on the floor in front of the TV.

You entered the flat and looked for the host, but you couldn’t find him at first so you decided to get yourself something to drink instead. 

The alcohol shots were coming into effect fast. Jungkook, you and some friends of you were sitting on the couch while chatting and drinking, when your favourite song came up. You jumped up and started dancing freely along with Hoseok and Namjoon, who were already on the dance floor. 

You knew them for long now, as they were your ex-boyfriends best friends and always enjoyed to go partying with them. Jungkook was watching your movements closely. You know how to dance and you also know that he always enjoyed it to watch you. 

You hips moved seductively along to the song with your back to him, but you could see from the corner of your eye that his gaze wandered up and down on you. He sipped on his drink but had to cough on it, as soon as he saw Hoseok placing his hands on your waist, guiding your movements. 

You were too drunk to overthink the situation. After all it wasn’t like he had a crush on you. You two just liked to dance and it wasn’t too suggestively, you thought. He spun you around and you saw that Jungkook left. 

You placed your hands around Hoseok’s neck again and looked over your shoulder. “Where did Jungkook go?” You asked your friend. “Sorry, I didn’t play attention. Maybe he got himself something to drink?” He wondered. “I should get us something to drink too.” “Good idea!” Hoseok said and released you from his grip. 

You looked around the living room but couldn’t find him, then went to the kitchen but couldn’t find him there either. Fuck, you thought. The only room left that you didn’t check by now was Taehyung’s bedroom. You didn’t want to invade Taehyung’s privacy so you knocked first, not knowing if someone was even in there or not. No response. You slowly pushed the door open.

“Hey you’ll miss the party if you stay in here.” It was dark in Tae’s bedroom. The only light that enlightened the room were the streetlights outside that shone through the big windows. They reflected themselves in the tearstain that was on his cheek. Jungkook was sitting on the ground in front of the bed, leaning against it with his back. You went closer to him and sat down besides him. 

“Is something wrong?” You asked him with a soft voice. He wiped over his cheek with the hem of his shirt. “Nothing.” He said and stood up. You run after him and stopped him, by blocking the way. He didn’t meet your look and starred to the ground. 

“Nothing? Please Jungkook, we’ve known each other too long for such things. Tell me what’s wrong!” “Let me go.” He said and tried to pass by but you stretched your arms out that he couldn’t reach the door without having to knock you down. 

“What’s the problem?” You shouted more loudly than you wanted to. “You’re the problem!” He shouted back, now finally looking into your eyes. “You’re the problem..” He repeated with his voice trailing off. He fell silent, just staring at you. “Me?” You whispered. 

It was silence for a moment. The only noise that you heard was the loud music outside the room. His eyes became vulnerable. You wanted to say something but hesitated, waiting for his reaction. 

“Do you like him?” He asked in an icy voice. “Him? You mean Hobi? Are you serious?” You couldn’t believe it at first. “You know, that he’s just a close friend to me and I’m to him also. We just danced.” “Just danced.” He sighted and looked past you. 

You saw his face turn angry. You let your arms fall down and crossed them in front of your chest. “You have no right to be mad at me, it’s not like we’re still together or something.” 

“You’re right, we’re not.” He said angrily and you just glared at him, frowning at his words. “God Y/N!!” He yelled and turned around, run his fingers through his hair and walked up and down the room. You just stared at him silently. 

“This chapter is over Jungkook.” You said finally. “Is it?” He said with his husky voice. He glared at you intensely, before taking a few steps closer. “You tell me you don’t feel anything if we’re together?” 

“Of course there is something. Feelings don’t vanish that easy, but there was a reason we broke up, remember?” You said firmly. You knew the moment the words came out of your mouth that you hurt him with it, as he was the reason you broke up. “I know that damn well.” His words came out softly. 

And then suddenly his lips crashed onto yours. He pushed you back against the door and had your face in his hands, deepening the kiss. Your mind was blank, only focussing on the kiss. You didn’t even know how much you missed the way he kissed you, the way his soft lips felt again yours. He broke away from your kiss but stayed close with his lips to yours. 

“Now say again that you don’t feel anything.” He whispered before passing by and open the door. “The party if over for me.” He said before leaving you in the bedroom, speechless and confused. What was that?

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84 “Show me what’s behind your back.”

It’s been a week since Erin has moved her desk to the second floor – of course only so Holtzmann isn’t alone up there, and of course only she can make sure Holtzmann keeps the most basic safety rules in mind, and certainly not so she can make out with her whenever they feel like it.

And they feel like it often, their relationship fresh and new, and even though she never would have admitted it out loud, Erin enjoys the thrill of it, too, the knowledge that any moment, Abby or Patty might walk up the stairs and catch them.

She figures that Holtzmann is aware of how much she likes this, even if she doesn’t say it out loud – being a Ghostbuster already has done wonders for her self-esteem, and getting together with the engineer only has given it another boost, the physicist now much more confident and daring than she’s been a year ago – but if Holtzmann knows, she doesn’t comment on it, but simply makes use of it, to Erin’s delight.

And making use of this new daring side she’s discovering about herself is what Erin has in mind now, as she walks back up to the lab after lunch; Holtzmann already has gone up ten minutes earlier, having inhaled her food while claiming that she’s close to a breakthrough, but oddly enough, Erin can’t hear any noises which indicate she’s working as she climbs the stairs.

She frowns as she makes her way upstairs, worried for a moment, wondering if Holtzmann has gotten hurt in the short while she’s been up here alone; then, she reaches the second floor and finds the engineer perfectly fine, to her relief, acting a bit weird though – well, more weird than usual – by turning quickly to face Erin and keeping her hands behind her back.

“Holtz?” Erin inquires, raising an eyebrow, immediately suspicious – and that, Holtzmann realizes with a held-back groan, is all her own fault, if she’d acted less obvious, Erin probably wouldn’t have noticed a thing, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing!” Holtzmann says at once, all too innocent; Erin gives her a look, and to her amazement, the engineer blushes, an unusual sight, since normally, she’s the one to flush.

“Holtzmann”, she says, with another pointed look, “show me what’s behind your back.”

“Nothing!” Holtzmann replies immediately, still all too innocent; and this time, Erin doesn’t even say anything anymore, just keeps looking at her with a raised eyebrow, and after a moment, Holtzmann deflates, and blushes a bit again, then moves her hand forward, Erin feeling a bit confused at the little black object she’s holding.

“That’s not going to explode, is it”, she asks the first thing which comes to her mind, since the object does look a bit like a grenade; Holtzmann smirks, and shakes her head, and when she explains what it is, Erin slowly starts to smile.

“It’s a motion sensor”, the engineer lets her know, tossing it from one hand to the other and back, as if to reassure her that dropping it won’t cause a medium to large poof, “I know we’re both kinda into the thrill of making out up here, but just in case we get carried away one day and don’t want Abby and Patty to catch us with our pants down. Literally and figuratively.”

Erin snickers at that, and Holtzmann’s grin widens; they share a brief, but gentle kiss, then Holtzmann moves to put the motion sensor in place, explaining how it works at the same time.

“I’ll put this here”, she lets Erin know halfway down the stairs, “it has a wireless connection to my phone, so once I switch it on, my phone will start vibrating when someone walks past it. Inconspicuous, but hopefully effective.”

“And smart”, Erin tells her, smiling, pulling her closer again the moment she’s within reach, “you really are a genius, Holtz.”

Holtzmann just grins, and kisses her, and the kiss quickly deepens, and when they do get carried away, they don’t need to worry about being caught anymore.

96 “It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

Holtzmann doesn’t get mad often – despite her inability to sit still, and her boundless energy, Erin’s been surprised to find out that she can be very patient – but when she does get mad, it’s like a volcano erupting, the anger as white-hot as lava.

And it’s even worse this time than the few rare times Erin had witnessed this before, because this time, the anger is directed at her.

“Holtz, I’m sorry the trap got destroyed”, she says once they are back at the lab and have some privacy, thinking that this is why Holtzmann has been angry the whole drive back from the bust, “but I—”

“I don’t give a shit about the trap”, Holtzmann interrupts her, turning to look at her, and now Erin can see that there’s not just anger blazing in her eyes, but something else, concern or perhaps even fear, and just as she realizes this, Holtzmann continues.

“I can rebuild the fucking trap”, she says, crossing her arms over her chest while Erin flinches at the f-bomb, “but it got destroyed because you were reckless, Erin, and I can’t rebuild you if you get hurt.”

Erin feels bad at this, because she knows it’s true – she’s been reckless, and the trap got destroyed because of her actions, but up until this moment, she’s not been aware that her recklessness has affected Holtzmann so deeply.

“I’m sorry”, she says, and speaks on before she can stop herself, “it’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

Holtzmann blinks, taken aback, and some of her anger puffs away at how nonsensical this has been.

“Erin”, she finally says, with a look of pure concern now, “it’s August. Are you sure you didn’t hit your head?”

“Yes”, Erin reassures her, blushing a bit, “I’m sorry, I just… I said the first thing which came to my mind. But I mean it, even if it’s not Christmas, please don’t be mad at me?”

Holtzmann stares at her for a few seconds, just long enough so she starts fidgeting nervously, starts wondering if she’s made it worse… and then, the engineer laughs, and shakes her head, and moves to hug her, and as Erin returns the embrace, all is well and she’s able to smile again, too.

100 “You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

Before the Ghostbusters, Erin has had a strict routine, and even now, as she relaxes more, and Holtzmann helps her be more herself and less uptight, she still sticks to parts of said routine, on days when there are no ghosts to bust.

Part of her routine is to have lunch at exactly 12:30, and since there is no bust, this is the exact time she stops her work and pulls the Tupperware container from her bag, followed by the bottle of water and the apple she’ll have for dessert.

She makes sure that her desk is clean before she opens the container and takes out the two sandwiches she’s brought; and then she feels someone watching her, and when she looks up, Holtzmann is on the other side of her desk, chin propped up on one hand, and eying her food.

“Erin”, the engineer beings, and Erin just raises an eyebrow, knowing where this is going, “sweet, lovely Erin. Share?”

“No”, Erin says at once, and tries hard to not be touched when Holtzmann pouts at once and gives her puppy dog eyes, “I’ve told you the last time I shared with you, bring your own lunch.”

“I forgooooot”, Holtzmann whines, “because my brain was all occupied with making the proton shotgun more awesome! Please? Just one more time? Please please please please pleeaaase.”

“No”, Erin says again, trying to remain firm, but she already knows this won’t last long, not if Holtzmann has her mind set on getting her to share.

“Come on Er-Bear”, Holtzmann says, with her most charming smile, “we both know how this is going to end. I’m gonna pout, and whine. You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich. Or share one of yours with me.”

“I’m most certainly not going to make you one”, Erin tells her, shaking her head, and Holtzmann pouts again, “sharing, perhaps, but making? I’m not a 1950’s housewife, Holtz.”

“No”, Holtzmann agrees, “you’re a brilliant physicist and badass Ghostbuster. My brilliant physicist and badass Ghostbuster. And I’m your mad engineer and reckless inventor of gadgets. Your hungry mad engineer.”

“My hungry mad engineer who has a perfectly functional kitchen at home”, Erin points out, even though she can feel her resolve already waver, “and I know you do, cause I’ve been to your home.”

“Pleeeaaaseeee”, Holtzmann whines again, puppy dog eyes and pout coming back; and for a few more seconds, Erin manages to withstand her… then, Holtzmann lets out a little whimper, and the physicist gives in at once, letting out a sigh as she hands one of her sandwiches to the engineer.

“Thank you!” Holtzmann beams at her, and presses a kiss to her cheek; then, she starts munching down the sandwich, and Erin takes a bite of hers, hiding her smile.

She has her routines, but until the Ghostbusters, she’s always just packed one sandwich.

[angstymarshmallow]

We’re All Different. - #LoveHacks Fanfic

#ChoicesCreates Carnival Round 3

Title: We’re All Different.

Prompt: Different doesn’t mean wrong.

Choices Book: #LoveHacks

Rating: T

Pairing: None

[ A little note: I really wanted to write a #LoveHacks fanfic this week. So I kept thinking about the #choicescreates prompt and a way to incorporate my favorite easy-going gang of friends without it being about particular love interests. This isn’t so much of a fanfiction in the traditional way. It’s more of something that highlights who they are and somehow their friendship still works. I’m also in love with this song and I thought they fit pretty well with it. I hope it’s an enjoyable read 🙂and I always appreciate feedback]

[Summary: It’s MC’s night to plan a fun Friday for the gang. Just what exactly awaits this merry band of misfits?] 

Dani wakes up precisely at 6:00 am and not a moment sooner. Her familiar alarm blares promptly beside her, seconds before her hand flies to it and hits the snooze button. She always hits the snooze button in the mornings, deluding herself into several minutes of extra sleep. But on Fridays, she doesn’t. Specifically; it’s her Friday to plan their night out. She waits a few seconds before tossing to the other side of her bed. She knows she can’t stay long and her body is already missing the comfort of her blankets as she stands. Her mind has already drifted to her plans for the rest of the day. She can’t wait to see everyone tonight, especially after a long week of work. She’s still waiting for inspiration to get through her Clickit article. It’s in its final stages but it isn’t ready. She thinks about all the editing it needs. She thinks about all the men she’s dated in her twenties. None of them sticks out to her except him. She pictures his hipster glasses and adorable smile before heading to the shower.

Brooke’s making protein shakes in the kitchen at 6:15 am. It’s the only thing that helps her function in the morning. She doesn’t believe in wasting daylight hours. She rolls her eyes because she knows her roommates are probably still asleep. Her hands move in a flurry and blends the familiar ingredients together; frozen mangoes and strawberries, pieces of kale, ginger  - and other assortments as her eyes absently glances at the television screen. The shopping channel is her guilty pleasure and she often fights the urge to impulse buy. Currently the new blender that’s staring obnoxiously at her makes her itch to grab her credit card. She looks away as she finishes her shake. She thinks about the new workout plan she’s invested in instead. It’s for her newest client. She takes her personal fitness guru position very seriously. Empowering people has always been important to her. Whether through rigorous routines or healthy and balanced diets - she can think of no better way to make someone feel confident in themselves. She thinks about how excited she is to meet her new clients, knowing she can make a positive impact in their lives. As she takes a huge gulp of her refreshing shake, she wonders absently if Sereena will be up in time. 

Sereena almost hits the floor after nearly rolling off her bed at 6:30 am. Slamming the snooze button for the fifth time isn’t stopping her from remembering she has to go in today. The word work still appalls her, especially when it means catering to a bunch of juiceheads. Apart of her always fights the urge to quit. But no matter how much she wants to, she knows she needs the money. It’s still the last thing she wants to do even though it’ll go along way in helping her pay for for her graduate studies as she waits for it to start. She grumbles under her breath at the prospect of going in, knowing that only a bunch of overbearing alpha males await her. They’re all so boring and stupid. She doesn’t expect any meaningful or insightful conversations to take place and she’s yet to find anyone that’s proven her assumptions wrong. She doesn’t hear the door open, but she notices Brooke’s familiar blonde hair from the corner of her eyes. She looks up and frowns at Brooke’s cheerful expression and the protein shake in her hand. It’s the last thing she wants to see in the morning. “I know, I know.” She mutters before Brooke can say anything. She’s going to make them late. It’s not her fault, she just hates working there.

Mark impatiently bobs his leg up and down beneath his office desk at 12:15 pm from Zamble. It’s nearly lunch time and all he can think about is getting away from these lines of code. The bug fixes he’s been trying to implement all morning needs to be tested but he can’t seem to find his focus. It’s Dani’s night to pick a venue. He hasn’t heard from the rest of his friends except for the strange texts he receives from Dani and Brooke’s cheerful check-ups on him. He can’t help but think that maybe tonight’s the night. Maybe, tonight he can finally tell Dani how he feels. He wrestles with it until the idea creates panic. He rubs his temples and shakes his head to try and clear it. As much as he wants to tell her - he doesn’t think it’s worth the risk. He growls under his breath in frustration as he glances back to his desktop screen. Neither his personal life nor his professional life is working out the way he wants them to right now. He feels miserable and takes a moment to spin in his office chair. He props up one elbow and leans towards his windows, staring at the people below. He watches them with mild interest. He’s about to leave for an early lunch and give up his plight entirely, when his manager IMs him. Emergency meeting at 12:30 pm. It looks like his lunch is going to have to wait a little bit longer. He sighs and fixes his tie as he thinks about what other work they’ll pile on top of him today.

Cole’s latest mobile app PlaceHolder manages to bring him solid profits by 4:30 pm. It’s the end of the week and he’s doing the math inside his head of how much he’s made. It’s a big number and so far his greatest success. He isn’t done yet. He thinks of how much he can make next week with the rate he’s going. It amuses him how much people pay for other people to get shit done for them. At the rate his newest idea is growing, he can easily imagine selling shares to greedy investors and business junkies. It’s something he deliberates often and with every innovative idea. He likes the fast-paced environment that the mobile apps presents. He’s already thinking ahead; give the people what they want and profit from it. His next big business idea has to be better. He’s already checking the next place on his list before his mind travels elsewhere. He wonders absently what Amir’s doing. It isn’t the first time he’s thought about him since the night they spent together; but he refuses to give it much thought. Despite his efforts, he can’t quite hide the smile he feels, or the strange flutter inside his chest. He knows better than to get mixed up with Amir. He knows better than to mix business with pleasure especially when it’s his biggest adversary. But apart of him is already anticipating the next time he’ll see him.

Horatio wipes the counters of his bar and hums quietly to himself at 7:05 pm. The typical Friday crowd has began trailing in since nearly an half an hour ago at Double Tap. He recognizes a lot of familiar faces as they smile and nod at him; settling down with their well-known favorites before finding their frequently visited tables. Friday nights are busy, and he likes the routine. He likes seeing the heterogeneity, the the variety in the crowd. It’s one of the reasons why he likes working here so much; finding a kind of uniqueness with customers that he’s never had anywhere else. He keeps humming to himself as he greets patrons and effortlessly line shots on the edge of the bar while frat brothers wastes no time in knocking them back. He knows all the right things to say; charming them without being overbearing. He ignores the lewd comments when he hears them and keeps an easy-going smile as they ask for another round. He plays his role very well, the bartender with practiced patience - almost nothing gets him mad. He wonders idly if Tara will stop by before he has to leave. Almost as quickly, he shakes the thought away. She’s probably still working her shift and he sighs in defeat at the realization that he won’t see her until he makes another request. Or until he finds the nerve to call her. The latter seems less likely. Nevertheless, she’s in his head. He thinks about her pretty smile and the sound of her laugh until he hears his phone vibrating inside his pocket. He checks it. It’s just another one of Dani’s texts; a cryptic message with the directions of where everyone’s supposed to meet. She reminds him to bring the cooler and his stock of beers and hard liquor.

- 

They all arrive around the same time. Miraculously, they had no qualms or trouble following the vague details and directions they received via text. They park their vehicles near the edge of San Fransisco. The midnight air is cool in its close proximity of the beach. They watch the water’s reflections uneasily as the air picks up. They shudder before bundling all their equipment and race towards the sand. Dropping shoes and jackets near the shore, they begin setting up thoroughly. 

Horatio’s cooler is tucked under his arm and his guitar case is strapped across his back. Horatio deposits the cooler and retrieves his guitar before strumming a few warm-up chords. Brooke and Sereena hands everyone snacks accompanied by bottled-water, as Dani helps Mark build a bonfire. Mark makes a face as he blows the tiny kindle of a flame, hoping it’ll spark the rest of the logs. Dani chuckles at his attempt. Brooke argues about the benefit of water with Sereena when Sereena refuses to take a bottle. Cole queues his music to his wireless beats by dre speakers and plays Paris by the Chainsmokers and Horatio groans at his mainstream choice.

If we go down then we go down together They’ll say you could do anything They’ll say that I was clever

Dani laughs at something Sereena says. She usually finds Sereena unintentionally hilarious. Sereena complains about something a guy told her at Solstice, insisting it was sexist. Brooke explains to Dani that the random stranger was simply complimenting Sereena .

If we go down then we go down together We’ll get away with everything Let’s show them we are better

Cole excitedly shares a new idea he’s been working out the chinks of with Horatio and Mark.  Mark nods absently at Cole’s energetic speech but out of the corner of his eyes he’s watching Dani.  Mark’s reminded of how much he likes her smile. When Dani looks up and catches his stare Mark averts his eyes so he doesn’t see Dani’s hesitant smile back.

We breathe in the air of this small town On our own cuttin’ class for the thrill of it Getting drunk on the past we were livin’ in

“To Fridays!” The six of them yell. They knock their glasses together, cheering unanimously before gulping down shots in unison. Immediately, Brooke dissolves into a fitful of giggles and Sereena frowns when Horatio begins pouring them another round. As the night turns into dusk, Dani steals Mark’s lighter before running down the shoreline. Mark doesn’t waste any time in chasing after her. He catches her in a few quick strides and holds her by the waist. Dani tries to wiggle out of Mark's arms before they feel the ocean's shore lapping at their feet. Mark doesn't relinquish as his hands scrape along her sides until Dani has trouble catching her breath. When Mark finally lets go and Dani’s on her feet again, she gives him his lighter. They stare at each other for a moment, unable to look away until Cole tackles Mark off his feet. The rest of them join in until it becomes a tickle war. Mark quickly gets Brooke and Dani out with his quick reflexes before Sereena tackles him. Horatio and Sereena dance around each other, dodging deftly until their feet get tired. Eventually, Cole’s the winner and claims victory by shouting his full name and puffing his chest.

Let’s show them we are Show them we are Let’s show them we are Show them we are Let’s show them we are better

The bonfire’s embers flickers in and out when they finally return to it. Mark tends to it quickly as the rest of them settle around it in a semi-circle. Horatio begins strumming his guitar and Brooke drops her head to Sereena’s shoulder. Dani helps Mark in kindling more wood and their hands innocently brush. When it’s warm again they settle beside Brooke and Sereena. Mark’s arm carelessly rests around Dani’s shoulders. They’re close as they can be, huddled together for warmth without being too close to the bonfire’s ardent flames. The lights flicker and dances to the beat of the gentle breeze as they nurse their beers. Horatio hums quietly until Brooke goads him to sing louder. Horatio acquiesces with a small smile, breaking out into song. Cole grins as Horatio sings in hushed tones the song that Cole’s had on repeat.

Let’s show them we are better Let’s show them we are better If we go down Let’s show them we are better If we go down Let’s show them we are better 

They all join in and their voices fill the empty space. The silence disappears as the noiseless night becomes alive. They laugh and sing their hearts out. They shove their hands in the air and dance. They pass beers between themselves and spill them on each other clumsily when their movements began to become slower. They playfully tease and bump each others shoulders as their voices carry and seem to almost reverberate within the corners of their hearts. Horatio’s patient fingers continue to play expertly on his guitar, keeping in tune with their voices.

If we go down then we go down together We'll get away with everything Let's show them we are better

They’re all different but it’s their differences that makes their friendship special, makes them unique. Although they’re all distinct in their own ways, coming from different walks of life - it’s their difference that helps them to understand each other. To somehow fit inside this big universe. It’s their difference that helps to tell their story.

X.